Feeling the coldness and stiffness all over his body, the rebel looked at Zhuo Wen angrily and couldn't help but screamed sharply.
"Because I can't trust you!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
The rebel was furious and said: "Zhuo, I'm helping you with good intentions, but you still doubt me, are you still a human being?"
Zhuo Wen, on the other hand, sneered silently and just stared at the rebel in silence, his eyes becoming more and more indifferent, which made the latter's spine run cold and sweat erupt.
The rebel fell silent and said coldly: "If you don't want to risk yourself, there is another way, that is to mix your breath with Lord Luo Shen's breath, mix the two together, and then
You don’t need to absorb this aura into your body, you just need to surround yourself with this aura and even disguise it.”
"It's just that this method has more flaws. I don't know if Wang Jian will see through it!"
Zhuo Wen glanced at the rebel coldly. He knew that the rebel deliberately did not reveal this method.
He guessed that inhaling this breath into the body would probably have some disadvantages, otherwise the rebel would not want Zhuo Wen to choose this method so much.
Zhuo Wen no longer paid attention to this rebel, but his eyes fell on the blue air ball in his hand, and then a white gas gradually rose from his empty right hand. This was the breath Zhuo Wen extracted from himself.
Then, Zhuo Wen crossed his hands together, and the white and blue air masses began to rotate toward each other, slowly increasing in speed, and finally merged into one.
The two breaths were mixed together, and Zhuo Wen found that in the mixed air mass, his breath began to assimilate with that of the Luo Shen, and then the two breaths were continuously neutralized.
When the breath is neutralized and approaches balance, Zhuo Wen combines the new breath into a ball of gauze and covers the body surface.
Then he touched the king sword with his right hand.
Although Wang Jian was forcibly suppressed by Zhuo Wen, Wang Jian's sword soul was arrogant and did not take Zhuo Wen seriously at all. He was unruly. Zhuo Wen wanted Wang Jian to recognize his master, which was simply wishful thinking.
But now it's different. Zhuo Wen's body is mixed with Luo Shen's aura, which makes Wangjian Sword Soul feel a familiar feeling. It can feel that this is the aura of its master's bloodline.
Buzz buzz!
Wang Jian made a somewhat sad sword sound, then floated in front of Zhuo Wen, and then continued to revolve around Zhuo Wen, as if he was whispering his troubles.
Zhuo Wen reached out and gently touched Wang Jian, but the latter did not refuse, which made Zhuo Wen full of joy.
Before that, he had tried to touch the royal sword, but his arm was almost cut off each time, and then he just let it go without any interest.
Seeing that Wang Jian no longer resisted him, Zhuo Wen became more courageous and began to try to refine the Wang Jian.
Perhaps sensing Zhuo Wen's intention, Wang Jian struggled slightly, but after feeling Luo Shen's aura, Wang Jian hesitated again and again, but did not resist.
Zhuo Wen was overjoyed and quickly increased his strength to completely refine Wang Jian.
Zhuo Wen sat in this hall for three days and three nights.
Three days later, Zhuo Wen suddenly opened his eyes, and the rusty Wang Sword turned into a stream of light, surrounding Zhuo Wen, looking extremely intimate and well-behaved.
Zhuo Wen looked at Wang Jian in front of him with joy, and said to himself: "Finally, this Wang Jian has been completely refined, and the sword control technique "Thousand Swords Rain" has also been successfully refined by Wang Jian.
In an instant, I completely understood it, which is really incredible.”
Putting away the Wang Sword, Zhuo Wen felt excited. The moment he refined the Wang Sword, he could clearly sense the more than 9,000 ancient swords inserted upside down in the ancient sword tomb far away from the Luoshen Palace ruins.
Zhuo Wen can even mobilize more than 9,000 ancient swords if he wants to.
However, the Luoshen Palace ruins are now completely sealed, so even if he could mobilize the more than 9,000 ancient swords, it would be useless.
Putting away the ice lotus, Zhuo Wen looked at the rebels and said, "Now help me kill Yao Xiong and Di Ling. Otherwise, if I die, the blood of heaven will be taken away by those two people. Will those two people be able to kill them?"
I can't promise to let you go."
The rebel moved his limbs and said: "Don't worry, I know a lot more about some things than you do, which is why I want to cooperate with you. But you have to pay attention to Yao Xiong, he is a deeply hidden person.
Guy."
Zhuo Wen nodded and followed the rebels out of here.
He has the blood of heaven in his hand, and the rebels and martyrs can only be led by his nose. He is not afraid that these guys will do any harm to him, unless the rebel wants to die together.
Among the ruins of Luoshen Palace, most of them are broken walls and some remaining formations.
Suddenly, at the end of an aisle, there was the sound of rather rapid footsteps, and then two tall figures appeared.
"Brother Yao, we seem to have lost you?" Di Ling narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.
Yao Xiong shook his head and said with a mysterious smile: "That Zhuo Wen is very cunning, we actually didn't lose him."
As he spoke, Yao Xiong took out a palm-sized jar from his body, and then he smashed the jar into pieces. Immediately, a terrifying and dense dark green mist spewed out from the inside of the jar.
This dark green mist spread extremely fast, and in an instant the entire aisle was filled with this dark green mist.
This mist is extremely weird, and wherever it passes, it will be corroded by it, and the smell is extremely unpleasant, so stinky that it can make people vomit.
"Brother Emperor, take this elixir. This is the antidote to this poisonous mist. If you don't take it in advance, I'm afraid you will also be poisoned."
Yao Xiong took out a green pill and handed it to Di Ling beside him.
Emperor Ling took the elixir, his eyes flickered, hesitating, and finally swallowed it.
After the elixir was lowered into his abdomen, Di Ling immediately found that all the discomfort in his body had disappeared. He knew that the antidote must have had a lot of effect.
"This poisonous mist is so strong, I don't believe how long Zhuo Wen can hold on?" Emperor Ling said with a cold gaze.
It has been five or six days since Yao Xiong and Di Ling entered the ruins of Luoshen Palace. They searched here for a long time, but they did not find any clues about the blood of heaven inside, and they did not even find some other treasures.
The two of them once suspected that the things in the ruins might have been obtained by Zhuo Wen who had arrived first, so they searched desperately for Zhuo Wen in the ruins.
Two or three hours ago, the two of them met Zhuo Wen in this corridor, but Zhuo Wen had quick eyes and quick hands. Before the two of them could get close, he had already fled deep into the corridor at an extremely fast speed.
What made the two of them gnashed their teeth was that Zhuo Wen seemed to be very familiar with the ruins. He disappeared in the winding corridor in an instant.
In order to expose Zhuo Wen, Yao Xiong planned to use an extreme method, that is, the poisonous mist he released just now.
This poisonous mist is terrible. Once a monk is poisoned by the poisonous mist, he will not die immediately, but will be paralyzed all over and lie motionless on the ground.
As time goes by, the toxicity will become stronger and stronger, and eventually it will penetrate deep into the monk's body and corrode all the virtual bridges in the monk's body.
Moreover, the poisonous mist is extremely diffusible. Although the corridor is deep, the characteristics of the poisonous mist can cover the corridor and tens of thousands of meters deep into the corridor.
In Yao Xiong's guess, this corridor is at most 10,000 meters long and may reach the end. Facing the poisonous fog, Zhuo Wen will be helpless and can only sit back and wait to be found by the two of them.
Following the poisonous mist, the two of them went deep into the place very quickly.
The aisles extend in all directions, branching off into more than a dozen branches a few hundred meters ahead.
"Let's search separately!" Di Ling suddenly suggested.
Yao Xiong thought for a moment and nodded, but did not reject Di Ling's proposal.
The two of them each chose two aisles and quickly disappeared into the aisles.
After the two of them entered their respective aisles, two figures walked towards the back of the aisle.
One of them is a young man dressed in black robes, surrounded by magical mist; the other is extremely strange, with blood and flesh all over his body being transparent, and the dense blood vessels deep in his body can be seen.
"The two are separated, which one do you plan to deal with first?" The rebel looked at Zhuo Wen in black and said solemnly.
"Let's kill the Emperor Ling first. This guy is very lucky. The aisle he picked happens to be the one where I went in."
Zhuo Wen grinned and led the rebels along the corridor where Emperor Ling entered.
The rebels followed Zhuo Wen closely with more than a dozen martyrs.
Although the martyr moves slowly, its combat power is extremely powerful. Especially under the control of the rebel, the martyr's strength becomes even more terrifying.
"I hope my luck is better than that of Yao Xiong. If I meet Na Zhuowen earlier, I can get the blood of heaven earlier and leave the Luoshen Palace ruins immediately."
In the corridor, Emperor Ling flew quickly. Thinking of Yao Xiong's magical methods, Emperor Ling felt extremely fearful.
Although Di Ling's cultivation level is higher than that of Yao Xiong, Di Ling knows that Yao Xiong's trump cards are countless times better than his. Once he stands up, Di Ling has no confidence that he can be Yao Xiong's opponent.
In Di Ling's heart, Yao Xiong was too mysterious.
"Huh? It's the end so soon?"
Emperor Ling suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on the blocked rock wall in front of him, and he frowned slightly.
But when he saw a figure reclining in front of the rock wall, his brows relaxed completely, and he even laughed out loud.
"Haha! It seems that God is helping me. I randomly chose an aisle and met Zhuo Wen."
The figure lying on the ground is none other than Lord Zhuo Wen, dressed in white.
At this moment, Zhuo Wenzun's face turned green and green, and his whole body was twitching. It was obvious that he was deeply poisoned.