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Chapter 258: Making a Big Trouble in the Nether Fantasy Sect

The moment the Thunder Fire Sword suppressed the white-haired old man, Zhuo Wen and Zhuo Wen in black barely held back.

Zhuo Wen's Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword, combined with his powerful divine consciousness and the Beginningless Demonic Gold Sword, penetrated directly into the crowd on the stairs.

However, when they met, they killed two monks who had ascended to Xutian Sanden, and Zhuo Wen in black burst out with the terrifying power of thunder, protecting Zhuo Wen's body.

"die!"

As he was walking through the crowd, two terrifying and vast forces suddenly struck behind Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen didn't even think about it, and sixty-four Beginningless Magic Gold Swords formed a huge vortex of murderous intent and rushed forward.

boom!

What horrified him was that the vortex of murderous intent was broken instantly, and he groaned and stepped back continuously.

Standing in front of Zhuo Wen were two middle-aged men in gray robes. These two men had powerful auras, and they were both the strongest men in the Xutian Sixth Level.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were gloomy, he took a deep breath and squeezed his free left hand.

Waves of substantive purple intention spread to the palm of his left hand, converging into a purple sword that shimmered with purple light.

This purple sword is a long sword transformed from the sixth level of Taoism, and Zhuo Wen's aura is also increasing rapidly with the blessing of Taoism.

"rush!"

Holding two purple swords in hand, Zhuo Wen slashed with a fierce slash, sending all the other monks who were besieging him flying.

Immediately, Zhuo Wen kicked off his right foot and flew towards the two monks who had reached the sixth level of Xutian.

"court death!"

The two monks who had reached the sixth level of Xutian had sneers on their lips, and they used their own magical powers to blast in front of Zhuo Wen, hoping to block his way.

Zhuo Wen, dressed in black, immediately used his innate magical power, Purgatory, and at the same time opened his thunder eyes. The terrifying thunder stormed out, breaking through the magical powers of the two monks.

Boom!

Zhuo Wen in black immediately ran the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Book at high speed, and then roared to the sky. This roar contained endless majesty and vastness, as if at this moment, Zhuo Wen in black was a noble existence that surpassed everyone here.

The two monks obviously did not expect that Zhuo Wen in black would actually let out such a deafening roar, and they were stunned for a moment.

Zhuo Wen came forward, his purple swords in his hands turned into two rounds of purple light, and he stood fiercely in front of the two monks.

The purple sword is like the wind, and its speed is extremely fast, as if it were an illusion.

"The Seventh Form of "The Swordsmanship of Destroying the Dao", You Taixu!"

Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, and instantly passed by the two monks, directly breaking the arms of the two people who were still in a daze.

These two swords were too mysterious, and coupled with the roar of being swallowed, the arms of two monks who had reached the sixth level of Xutian were easily chopped off by Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen was not interested in fighting. After passing through the obstruction of the two monks, he quickly led Zhuo Wen in black towards the bottom of Nether Palace.

As for Xiao Hei, after seeing Zhuo Wen escape, he burst out with terrifying thunder and fire energy and rushed out of the siege. He also killed many monks and caught up with Zhuo Wen.

When the white-haired old man completely blocked the self-explosion energy of the artifact, he turned around and saw that Zhuo Wen and others were no longer there. Instead, it was the people he brought with him who were injured and dead.

"Notify all disciples of Youhuan Sect immediately to intercept the intruder!"

The white-haired old man said angrily, and the others quickly took out the communication jade charms and informed the disciples in charge of them.

But in an instant, Youhuan Sect became very upset, and many disciples came out to arrest Zhuo Wen.

After setting up several trapping formations at the gate of Netherworld Palace, Zhuo Wen left Netherworld Palace.

As soon as Zhuo Wen left the area of ​​Netherworld Palace, he saw a group of Netherworld Sect disciples coming towards him.

Apart from this, there are many disciples in other places, forming their own teams and conducting constant searches and patrols.

At this moment, the Youhuan Sect was dozens of times more heavily guarded than when Zhuo Wen first came in, and almost the entire Youhuan Sect was mobilized.

"Intruder, kill!"

The patrolling team in front immediately noticed Zhuo Wen coming out of the forbidden area, and the monk at the head of the team immediately issued a kill order.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. At this moment, he had to leave the Netherworld Sect as soon as possible. Once he was caught up by the Netherworld Sect masters behind him, it would be difficult for him to leave.

As for the disciples of Youhuan Sect in front of him, Zhuo Wen really didn't pay much attention to them.

Forty-eight Beginningless Demonic Gold Swords flew out, each capable of killing one person. The entire sword formation was launched, killing all the disciples in this team in an instant.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Wen's movement completely alarmed other nearby teams.

I saw teams one after another converging towards this side, blocking Zhuo Wen's way.

Zhuo Wen looked gloomy, and rushed forward with Zhuo Wen in black. He had to leave the Netherworld Sect before those old guys left the Netherworld Palace.

"kill!"

Zhuo Wen took action without any warning, and he showed no mercy. Wherever he passed, most of the disciples of the Youhuan Sect were no match for Zhuo Wen. Bodies fell like raindrops from the sky of the Youhuan Sect.

It's a pity that the ants bite the elephant to death, although most of the disciples of the Youhuan Sect are no match for Zhuo Wen.

But this is the home base of the Youhuan Sect, their territory, and there are countless disciples in it.

Zhuo Wen killed one wave after another, almost turning the Youhuan Sect into a bloody mess.

Poof!

Countless magical powers and artifacts came to greet him. The Beginningless Magic Golden Sword around Zhuo Wen was blasted away. He spat out a mouthful of blood and turned pale.

But Zhuo Wen did not give himself any chance to breathe. He was still waving the purple sword in both hands, and the six levels of Taoism continued to pour out, increasing his own power, killing wave after wave of disciples of the Fantasy Sect.

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"We're about to reach the exit, hold on a little longer!"

Zhuo Wenzun was bleeding all over his body, and the blood marks on the corner of his mouth were shocking. Even Zhuo Wen, who was dressed in black, was not in good condition.

With so many disciples of the Netherworld Sect surrounding them, it was impossible for the two of them to remain unscathed no matter how defiant they were.

At this moment, countless monks gathered around the Star Continent where the Youhuan Sect was located. Most of these were casual cultivators and disciples of other small forces.

When countless monks emerged from the Youhuan Sect and formed a team to patrol, they had already attracted the attention of these nearby monks.

And when Zhuo Wen rushed into the encirclement and killed countless Netherworld Sect disciples, he completely shocked these monks.

They knew instantly that someone had single-handedly broken into the Youhuan Sect to cause trouble. Wasn't this looking for death?

Of course, when these monks saw this troublemaking monk cutting straw, killing the surrounding Youhuan Sect disciples, they knew that this troublemaking monk was not simple.

"Who is this kid? He came to Youhuan Sect to cause trouble. Isn't this asking for death?"

"Why do I feel that this guy looks familiar? I seem to have seen this guy before!"

"This is Zhuo Wen, the casual cultivator who tricked the eight sect masters in the Zhongyu Galaxy Competition. This guy is so brave. Not long after he tricked the eight sect masters, he actually sneaked into the Youhuan Sect alone to cause trouble."

In the crowd, someone immediately recognized Zhuo Wen, and his voice was full of excitement.

There was even more uproar among the people.

The name Zhuo Wen has become a household name during this period, and everyone knows it.

In the Star Territory, the person who can be jointly wanted by the eight major sects at the same time, although it is not said to be unprecedented, is definitely unprecedented.

At least before Zhuo Wen, no monk had ever been jointly wanted by the eight major sects.

It is for this reason that Zhuo Wen's name has become a household name among the eight major sects. Of course, being a household name is not a good reputation.

"Then Zhuo Wen is finished, look at the law enforcement elders of Youhuan Sect, they are all here!"

Suddenly, the crowd noticed that deep in the Netherworld Sect, the white-haired old man had left the Netherworld Palace and rushed straight towards Zhuo Wen at an extremely fast speed.

Zhuo Wen also noticed the white-haired old man getting closer and closer behind him, and felt anxious. He was still some distance away from the entrance, and his current condition was really not good.

Just being surrounded by so many disciples of the Netherworld Sect was enough for him to drink a pot, let alone the white-haired old man and other elders of the Netherworld Sect.

The white-haired old man soon noticed the pile of corpses below, and anger rose in his chest.

The white-haired old man stared at Zhuo Wen with red eyes and roared: "You are looking for death. Kill so many disciples of my Youhuan Sect. I want you to pay with your blood."

As he said that, the white-haired old man took a step forward, flew behind Zhuo Wen, and struck down with a palm, distorting the space around Zhuo Wen.

boom!

The Thunder Fire Sword suddenly raised, blocking the palm of the white-haired old man, and at the same time, he sent a message to Zhuo Wen: "Boy, you go first, I will help you block this old guy."

Zhuo Wen had a wry smile on his face. He really made a budget mistake this time.

The Youhuan Sect is not as weak as he thought. After all, it is one of the ten major sects. He thought it was too simple, so now he is surrounded and has difficulty escaping.

"Kill him!" The white-haired old man ordered the dozen elders behind him.

Whoosh whoosh!

Immediately, more than a dozen elders rushed towards Zhuo Wen. At the same time, the surrounding Youhuan Sect disciples also showed excitement, and their attacks became more intensive and terrifying.

And the two people headed by the more than ten elders were the two strong men who had reached the sixth level of Xutian whose arms had been chopped off by Zhuo Wen before.

Now the two people's severed arms have completely recovered. After all, with their level of cultivation, as long as they are not fatal injuries or internal injuries, they will basically be able to recover quickly.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and he suddenly took out the soul-stirring needle and blasted it towards one of the monks who had reached the sixth level of Xutian.

The monk sneered. He didn't particularly care about the Soul-Capturing Needle. He pointed his right sword forward and clamped the Soul-Capturing Needle between his fingers.

In his opinion, Zhuo Wen's cultivation level was lower than his, and how powerful his soul could be, so he didn't care.

The moment the monk clamped the Soul Captivating Needle, Zhuo Wen detonated all 300 Soul Galaxies in the Soul Space.

At this moment, his soul was so powerful that it was terrifying, and it suddenly acted on the Soul-Captivating Needle.

Whoosh!

The powerful force of the Soul Captivating Needle directly annihilated the monk's sword fingers, and then they all sank into the depths of the monk's eyebrows.

Poof!

The monk's soul was instantly destroyed, and the powerful power of consciousness attached to the Soul-Captivating Needle was like an explosion, wiping out everything in this person's body, not even the Xu Tianqiao was spared.

When the monk fell to the ground and lost his voice, the entire Youhuan Sect fell into silence.


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