Everyone from behind shouted in unison, and soon a series of magical weapons came to greet him and landed heavily on Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen's powerful spiritual consciousness burst out, and the vortex of murderous intent formed by the forty-eight Beginningless Demonic Golden Swords became so powerful that it actually blocked all the artifacts.
With a muffled grunt, blood spilled from the corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth, and with a roar, a vortex of murderous intent rose into the sky, scattering all the artifacts that were blocking it.
The wings of the candle dragon were raised, and Zhuo Wen rushed out like lightning, breaking through the siege.
"Chase! This person is injured and will never be able to escape far."
Many monks at the rear turned into rainbows and followed behind Zhuo Wen.
As for the nearly forty monks in front, nearly twenty were killed by the self-explosion of the Jidao Fire Sword, while the remaining twenty or so monks were all seriously or lightly injured.
However, these twenty or so monks did not feel any fear at all. Instead, they were angry and chased Zhuo Wen regardless of their injuries.
In their view, this Zhuo Wen was so hateful that he actually used despicable means to severely injure them.
Zhuo Wen's face turned gloomy when he felt the many monks chasing him almost like crazy from behind.
Although his own fighting power is good, he is still not a match for so many monks.
Currently, the only one who can deal with so many monks is Zhuo Wen in black.
But Zhuo Wen, dressed in black, was seriously injured and has yet to recover.
In order to allow Zhuo Wen in black to recover as soon as possible, Zhuo Wen took out all the sixth-level and seventh-level magical medicines in the spiritual ring to heal Zhuo Wen in black. He hoped that Zhuo Wen in black could recover in a short time.
Half a month later, Zhuo Wen stopped on a hill, but before he could rest for long, a group of artifacts came over and smashed on the hill, smashing the entire hill into pieces.
Zhuo Wen was forced to avoid helplessly. At this moment, his face was pale and there was cold sweat on his forehead.
He was already injured originally, and he had to run for his life continuously for half a month. The mental and physical exertion had a huge impact on him.
The many monks who chased him engaged in a round-the-clock battle and did not give Zhuo Wen any chance to rest. This also caused Zhuo Wen to consume so much in just half a month.
Finally, Zhuo Wen landed on a peak. He had completely reached his limit. He immediately turned around and stared calmly at the more than two hundred monks flying over in front of him.
Originally, there were only nearly a hundred people who besieged Zhuo Wen at the beginning. Later, more than twenty were killed by the self-destructing Ji Dao Fire Sword, leaving only more than seventy monks.
But the chase for half a month naturally alerted the remaining monks on the fifteenth floor, and then other monks also joined the siege.
The original team of more than 70 people has now grown to more than 200 people, which is almost two-thirds of all the monks on the 15th floor. After all, those who can come to the 15th floor are not mediocre, and the number is naturally small.
would be too much.
"What? You can't run anymore?"
A man with a beard on his face crossed his shoulders and stared at the exhausted Zhuo Wen in front of him jokingly.
He also saw that Zhuo Wen had reached his limit and could not escape from their grasp now.
"Why don't you hand over the spiritual ring quickly?"
"Be wise, hand over the spiritual ring, and honestly tell me what you got from Fallen Demon Valley. Maybe we will let you die a quicker death."
"..."
Many monks around the bearded man were shouting and did not pay Zhuo Wen any attention.
Zhuo Wen looked up at the people in front of him, his eyes full of coldness, and said: "If you want my spiritual ring, then I will give it to you!"
With that said, Zhuo Wen took off the spiritual ring and threw it to everyone.
"Rob!"
When Zhuo Wen threw out the spiritual ring, many monks showed blazing eyes and rushed out eagerly to compete for the spiritual ring.
The bearded man who spoke just now was the fastest, almost far ahead of everyone else. With a touch of his right hand, he grabbed the spiritual ring in his hand.
However, the moment the bearded man grabbed the spiritual ring, he screamed, his right hand was broken at shoulder level, blood spattered, and the severe pain made him involuntarily cover the severed wound on his right arm.
Bah ba ba ba!
The bearded man realized something was wrong and quickly retreated. Unfortunately, a terrifying thunderbolt struck him in the head like a sharp sword.
Poof!
In an instant, the bearded man's whole body exploded into a ball of blood mist, and he could no longer die.
The death of the bearded man immediately caused many monks who came from behind to stiffen up and look dull.
Immediately, everyone saw a figure filled with black thunder emerging from the spiritual ring.
This man was dressed in black robes, with demonic aura billowing around his body. There was a faint purple-black thunder in the demonic aura, as if terrifying thunder was brewing in the dark clouds.
The man slowly took the spiritual ring and put it on the middle finger of his right hand leisurely. Then a pair of dark magic eyes stared indifferently at the many monks in front of him.
These eyes were filled with eternal indifference, giving everyone the feeling that God was looking down on them indifferently.
At this moment, in these eyes, all of them were as humble as ants.
"Yes... he is the guy who survived twenty thunder disasters. He is a true God of Thunder!"
In the crowd, someone's voice trembled.
The True God of Extreme Thunder is the first step of the True God of the Ultimate Way. Legend has it that the True God of Extreme Thunder possesses the terrifying combat power of Xu Tian and has mastered the ultimate power of thunder disaster. He is a terrifying true god that only exists in legends.
Now, before their eyes, the True God of Thunder really appeared, and the aura of this True God of Thunder was so powerful that it frightened them all.
"Do you want a spiritual ring? Just come and grab it. I can tell you clearly that the Fallen Demon Valley contains countless disaster crystals, many precious mineral veins, many precious magical medicines, endless resources, and...
In the inheritance of that powerful demonic power.”
"All these things are in my spiritual ring. If you can kill me, then all these things will be yours."
Zhuo Wen in black, shrouded in demonic aura, made a bewitching and magnetic voice, instantly igniting the greedy desires in the hearts of countless monks present.
"So what about the True God of Extreme Thunder? It's just one person, but there are two hundred of us. If we all come together, this person will definitely die."
In the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, as if to embolden himself and everyone else.
"Yes! It's just one person. There are so many of us. So what if this person is the True God of Thunder?"
"The True God of Extreme Thunder exists in legends. This person is just pretending to be a god. His purpose is probably to make us retreat in the face of difficulties. Please don't be fooled."
"..."
Voices rang out one after another from the crowd, and the fear that originally filled the hearts of everyone was completely washed away.
Greedy desire outweighed the fear of the unknown, blinding the eyes of everyone present, so everyone sacrificed their artifacts and smashed them towards Zhuo Wen in black. They hoped to kill this man and get the man who possessed the inheritance and power of Fallen Demon Valley.
Treasure ring.
Zhuo Wen in black had a sneer on his face. Within half a month, with the help of many magical medicines, Zhuo Wen in black completely recovered and gained the power of the true God of Thunder.
But his losses were also huge. With his original resilience, he could recover on his own as long as he was given a period of time.
But Zhuo Wenzun was surrounded and hunted by so many monks. Zhuo Wen in black could only consume precious magical medicine to recover as soon as possible, but the price was that all the seventh-level and sixth-level magical medicines in his body were consumed. This made
Zhuo Wen was extremely heartbroken.
And Zhuo Wen decided that the price he paid this time should be made up for by the monks who were chasing him.
Boom!
The terrifying purple thunder spread out, forming a huge thunder gate.
Boom boom boom!
More than two hundred artifacts hit the Thunder Gate, but they were unable to break it open.
Creak!
The Thunder Gate opened wide, and many artifacts were blasted backwards. Zhuo Wen in black stepped out, opened his mouth, and spit out a sharp thunder sword.
This thunder sword is almost ten feet long, and its surface is covered with dense purple thunder. This sword is the ultimate thunder sword, a truly powerful weapon of the true god of extreme thunder.
Bang bang bang!
Zhuo Wen in black held the Jida Thunder Sword and slashed out into the void. Suddenly, thunder appeared in the void like a river of heaven, and then all the more than two hundred artifacts were scattered in all directions.
Zhuo Wen, who was dressed in black, stepped on his right foot and flew in front of many monks with a speed as fast as thunder.
The five monks at the front only felt a bolt of lightning flash past their eyes, and then they discovered that their heads had been removed from their bodies at some point. Their heads were thrown high, and they watched helplessly as their headless bodies fell to the ground.
.
Poof!
Poof!
Like a god of death, Zhuo Wen in black rushed into the crowd, setting off a terrifying bloody wind. The blood fell like a torrential rain, falling on the ground and forming thousands of rivers of blood.
Although many monks were desperately trying to take out artifacts to resist, under the sword of the Jidao Thunder Sword, they all collapsed and could not block the sword of the Jidao Thunder Sword.
In just twenty breaths, nearly half of the more than two hundred monks had died.
"This is the power of True God Ji Lei. It's too terrifying. Let's leave quickly!"
A monk trembled all over and lost any fighting spirit. He screamed and flew back.
The monk's words were like a fuse, causing the remaining monks to panic, so each monk began to flee in all directions.
"What? Who set up the trap here, damn it!"
However, when these monks retreated a thousand meters, they suddenly discovered that a huge trap had appeared behind them, blocking their retreat.
Zhuo Wen in white was watching all this quietly from behind. He was making secrets with his right hand, and he was constantly arranging a powerful trapping formation with the Abuse of All Things.
"It was so fun to chase me down in the first half month, now it's time to retaliate." The sneer voice of Zhuo Wen in white reached everyone's ears, making everyone look extremely pale.