At this moment, many monks around him involuntarily distanced themselves from Zhuo Wen.
Although many of the monks were stronger than the black-faced man, Zhuo Wen was able to kill three black-faced men so easily, which shows that Zhuo Wen is not easy to mess with.
If it wasn't necessary, they really didn't want to take the initiative to provoke the young man in front of them who seemed to be just the True God of Three Disasters.
"Huh? Look, the power of the thunder disaster above Falling Demon Valley is weakening. It seems that this thunder disaster will be over soon."
I don't know who it was, but suddenly said something, which immediately caused many monks to look sideways.
Seeing that the thunder disaster was indeed weakening, many monks immediately focused their attention on the thunder disaster. They knew very well whether the master who could overcome the thunder disaster could succeed and become the True God of Extreme Thunder. It would depend on whether he could survive this terrifying thunder.
Survived the arc.
Moreover, most of the monks present had small plans in mind. Since the master who survived the thunder disaster was in the Falling Demon Valley, it meant that this person must have received many benefits in the Falling Demon Valley, and might even have obtained the demonic path.
A powerful inheritance.
No matter whether the person who survives the thunder disaster is dead or alive, he must still have good things from Fallen Demon Valley, and no one wants to let go of these good things.
Even if this person survived such a terrifying thunder disaster, he must have been at his weakest just after surviving the thunder disaster, and there were so many of them, they would not be afraid of a weak True God of Thunder.
boom!
Twenty thunder gates collapsed one after another, and the dense lightning arcs around them all dissipated at this moment, and an embarrassed figure fell to the ground from the collapsed thunder arcs.
The moment everyone's eyes fell on this embarrassed figure, a long rainbow flashed past, caught the embarrassed figure, and then swept away towards the distance.
The speed of this rainbow was so fast that almost as soon as the thunder gate disappeared, it flew to the side of the embarrassed figure and fled immediately.
By the time everyone reacted, the rainbow had already swept thousands of miles away.
"It's the guy just now. This person is indeed with the monk who survived the thunder disaster. We are chasing. These two people must have good things from the Falling Demon Valley. They even got the powerful demon from the Falling Demon Valley.
inherited."
A blue-robed monk gave a low cry, sacrificed a flying artifact, turned into a rainbow, and chased Zhuo Wen.
Not only this blue-robed monk, but also other monks followed closely behind. Rainbows pierced the sky like meteor showers, and they quickly advanced in pursuit.
Boom boom boom!
At the same time, under the control of the spiritual consciousness of these monks, each artifact moved towards Zhuo Wen to greet him.
Zhuo Wen put the black-clothed Zhuo Wen into the spiritual ring. At this moment, the black-clothed Zhuo Wen was not in a good condition. His whole body was burnt black, his skin was torn, and he even suffered a lot of internal injuries. The injuries were extremely serious.
Fortunately, Zhuo Wen in black survived the thunder disaster smoothly. Zhuo Wen believes that as long as Zhuo Wen in black recovers, he will be a true God of Thunder, and his combat power will be absolutely terrifying.
Boom boom boom!
Many artifacts flying behind him immediately interrupted Zhuo Wen's thoughts.
"Damn it, these guys!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were gloomy. Without thinking, he unfolded the wings of the candle dragon. His speed increased instantly, and all the artifacts that were originally blasted were in vain.
The wings of the candle dragon are very fast. Even those monks who have flying artifacts are far less than Zhuo Wen's current speed.
Seeing the many monks getting further and further behind, Zhuo Wen breathed a sigh of relief, but soon he felt something was wrong.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, many transparent threads appeared in front of him, like spiritual snakes, bound towards Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly and slashed out with the Purple Star River Divine Sword, but what surprised him was that the Purple Yao Galaxy Divine Sword could not cut through the transparent thread, which shocked him extremely.
"You are too naive. This is ten thousand-year-old silkworm ice silk, and you can't break it just because you want to!"
A cold voice came from the side. A slender monk in blue robe looked at Zhuo Wen with a mocking look on his face. Between his hands, there were strips of transparent silk threads.
The strange thing is that these threads are not only difficult to see with the naked eye, but even difficult to identify with the spiritual consciousness.
Seeing the monks approaching more and more from behind, Zhuo Wen immediately summoned twelve magic gold swords without beginning, and the raging black flames continued to burn and jump on the blades.
Click!
The Wushi Demonic Golden Sword turned into a whirlwind of black flames and immediately cut off the thousands-year-old silkworm ice threads that were in the way. Zhuo Wen flapped the wings of the candle dragon and swept forward like a whirlwind.
Although he was a little unhappy with the blue-clothed monk's obstruction, there were too many monks behind him, and he really didn't want to waste time, otherwise he would be overtaken soon.
There are nearly a hundred Xutian monks. Although most of them have just been promoted to Xutian, there are also strong men who have reached the first and second levels of Xutian. If they are surrounded by such a group of people, Zhuo Wen will be really in trouble.
The monk in blue showed surprise. He didn't expect that the Beginning Demonic Gold Sword Zhuo Wen sacrificed was so sharp.
"Want to escape? Do you think it's possible? Your speed is indeed fast, but mine is only faster than you."
The monk in blue sneered. He was like a ghost. He suddenly appeared above Zhuo Wen. His hands wavered and transparent ten thousand year old silkworm ice silk was released, immediately blocking Zhuo Wen's way.
"If you want to die so much, I will make it happen for you!"
Seeing the monk in blue trying to stop him several times, an unknown fire arose in Zhuo Wen's heart, and the twelve beginningless magic gold swords turned into a whirlpool of murderous intent, instantly crushing the thousand-year-old silkworm ice silk blocking the way.
The corners of the blue-robed monk's mouth were slightly raised, and he unhurriedly used ten thousand-year-old silkworm ice silk again and again to form a series of defenses in front of him.
The Beginningless Demonic Gold Sword is indeed powerful, but the monk in blue has already estimated the power of the Beginningless Demonic Gold Sword in advance. As long as he maintains the current output of ten thousand year old silkworm ice silk, this person will never be able to break through his defense.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and he naturally saw what the monk in blue was thinking, and instantly used the other twenty-four Beginningless Magic Gold Swords.
Thirty-six Beginningless Demonic Gold Swords were combined together to form a terrifying whirlpool of murderous intent, and countless black flames burned and turned into a huge storm.
Bang bang bang!
The murderous vortex formed by the thirty-six Beginningless Demonic Gold Swords is much more powerful than the twelve.
The blue-clothed monk who had been leisurely releasing the ten-thousand-year-old silk-worm ice silk obviously did not expect that Zhuo Wen could use more beginningless magic gold swords. The ten-thousand-year-old silk-worm ice silk in front of him collapsed instantly.
Poof!
The vortex of murderous intent passed through the blue-clothed monk's brows in an instant, and the latter's eyes widened, and after only saying a few words "you", he fell to the ground and died without closing his eyes.
Zhuo Wen quickly put away the man's spiritual ring, spread out the wings of the candle dragon, and tried to escape again. Unfortunately, the artifacts behind him hit him like a whirlwind.
In desperation, Zhuo Wen immediately controlled thirty-six Wushi magic gold swords to form a defensive posture.
boom!
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the thirty-six Beginningless Demonic Gold Swords were almost blown away. Zhuo Wen groaned and stared indifferently at the many monks surrounding him.
"Fellow Taoists, what do you mean by this?" Zhuo Wen looked around and asked in a deep voice.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by snatching away the person who just passed the tribulation?"
"Yes! Looking at you like this, you must be an accomplice of the person who overcame the tribulation, right? You must have got a lot of good things in the Valley of the Fallen Demon, right? Hand over your spiritual ring quickly, abolish your cultivation, and we will let you go as a dog.
Life."
"Why spare this man's life? Just kill him. The things on him will be shared equally by everyone. There must be many rare treasures in the Valley of the Fallen Demon."
"..."
The many monks around him looked at Zhuo Wen with greed, as if Zhuo Wen had become a piece of cake in their eyes.
Zhuo Wen looked coldly at everyone around him, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
In the eyes of these people, Zhuo Wen's life is a cheap life. He can be killed if he wants to, and he can be let go if he wants to.
"Let's kill this guy together!"
In the end, everyone around came to an agreement and summoned their respective artifacts, blasting them all at Zhuo Wen with strong murderous intent.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen no longer had any reservations. Forty-eight magic gold swords surrounded him, and the blazing black fire kept burning, firmly guarding Zhuo Wen.
Bang bang bang!
Nearly a hundred artifact attacks hit the Wushi Demonic Gold Sword, but they were unable to break through the Wushi Demonic Gold Sword's defense.
"Continue, this boy is indeed not simple. The three true gods of disaster have such powerful combat power. They must have obtained a lot of good things in the Falling Demon Valley. Let's kill him together!"
The offensive was blocked. Not only did the many monks not flinch, the greed in their eyes became even more intense. They concluded that the monk in front of them must have benefited greatly from Fallen Demon Valley.
Bang bang bang!
Nearly a hundred monks worked together to attack again and again, and each attack became more powerful and terrifying.
Zhuo Wen, who was inside the Beginningless Magic Golden Sword, became increasingly pale.
He maintained the defense of the Beginningless Magic Gold Sword, but it required a huge amount of mental effort, especially when faced with the joint attack of so many powerful monks, it seemed extremely difficult for him.
"Boy, throw out the Jidao Fire Sword!" Xiao Hei suddenly said in a deep voice.
Zhuo Wen was startled, and then, at some point, a blazing Jidao Fire Sword appeared in his hand.
Although he didn't know what Xiao Hei was going to do, he knew that at this juncture, Xiao Hei would never trick him.
When another attack fell, Zhuo Wen suddenly threw the Jidao Fire Sword.
I saw the Jidao Fire Sword turning into a streak of fire and disappearing into the crowd in front of me.
"What is this sword? It seems to have a bit of a Yakuza aura on it."
The people in front showed doubts, and their attention fell on the Jidao Fire Sword.
Immediately, the Jidao Fire Sword exploded violently, and terrifying flames burst out, instantly covering the monks in front.
"Walk!"
Xiao Hei said something quickly, and Zhuo Wen immediately controlled the Beginningless Magic Gold Sword to turn into a vortex of murderous intent, and broke through toward the rear.
The explosion of the Ji Dao Fire Sword in front attracted the attention of most of the monks in the rear. When Zhuo Wen attacked, many of the monks in the rear were caught off guard. Several monks in the front were immediately strangled to death by the vortex of killing intent.