Lan Ji followed Zhuo Wen, his face pale, his whole body trembling, and he almost lost his footing.
Zhuo Wen lifted up the blue halberd and threw it into the formation. Zhuo Wen's clone was separated from his body, and a ray of golden light erupted from his eyes.
Roar!
As soon as Zhuo Wen in black appeared, the sky was filled with golden light, and then the body of King Devourer appeared directly.
I saw the golden Devouring King casually swinging his claws, tearing apart large swaths of the surrounding space. Any monks below the ninth level of Xutian who were affected by this claw would almost die or be injured.
King Devourer waved his giant claws repeatedly, and golden light swayed out like a golden rain. Every ray of golden light could cause the monks who touched it to feel like they were hit hard and were injured one after another.
At the moment when the Devouring King showed his power, Zhuo Wenzun's eyebrows flashed with a gray energy, and this gray energy manifested into a divine sword full of the charm of death.
And this sword is the Death Sacrifice Sword, a genuine Tiandao-level artifact.
Once the Death Sacrifice Sword comes out, there is basically no obstacle wherever it passes.
No monk can block the power of the Death Sacrifice Sword, and any monk who is pierced by the Death Sacrifice Sword will shrivel into a mummy in a strange way, and will never die again.
Even among them, the most powerful ones in the Wusheng Realm could block one strike of the Death Sacrifice Sword, but when the Death Sacrifice Sword struck out the second sword, the Wusheng Realm could only let out a cry of reluctance, drinking hatred at the Death Sacrifice Sword.
Under the sword, he became a dead soul under the sword.
In just ten breaths of time, one-third of the hundreds of powerful men who came had already fallen.
The other monks were all frightened. They never expected that Zhuo Wen's strength could be so terrifying.
Generally speaking, a monk who is good at fighting alone may not necessarily be able to defeat the combined efforts of many masters.
In the eyes of these monks, even if Su Liyang were to come to their lineup, they would probably be in trouble.
But now their lineup is as fragile as tofu in front of this young man in white. This is really terrifying.
"Is this still a human being? Isn't this even more perverted than Venerable Taiqing?"
The remaining monks were all shocked, staring blankly at the young man in white who was constantly harvesting people's lives in front, like a god of death.
The only thing they saw now was the cold and emotionless eyes of the young man in white, and they felt a deep chill in their hearts for no reason.
Among them, there were even more knowledgeable people who paid attention to the Death Sacrifice Sword suspended next to Zhuo Wen. They felt the boundless Taoist aura in this divine sword that contained death.
Isn't this an artifact of enlightenment?
Many monks thought this in their hearts, but their faces were extremely ugly and gloomy.
Coupled with Zhuo Wen's terrifying clone, most of the monks suddenly had the intention of retreating.
At this moment, they couldn't help but think that the young man in white in front of them was invincible.
"Run away. This person's strength far exceeds ours. We simply can't kill them with numbers."
A monk sighed, immediately took out the escape talisman, crushed it, and prepared to escape from this place.
It is a pity that the moment the monk crushed the talisman, the stream of light it turned into only swept a few hundred meters and then reappeared. In front of the monk, there were circles like ripples of water.
transparent ring.
Obviously, an extremely powerful barrier should have appeared in front of this monk, blocking them all.
"When was the ninth-level formation deployed?"
When the monk was intercepted by this barrier force, his face suddenly became pale and bloodless, and his lips trembled.
When other monks who were trying to escape discovered that this monk had been intercepted by the ninth-level formation, their eyes were full of fear, and they secretly thought it was over.
Zhuo Wen ignored the mentality of these monks who wanted to escape at all, and walked leisurely among the many monks. Every time he shuttled, the Death Sacrifice Sword brought a scream and splashing blood.
Almost no one has survived a sword in Zhuo Wen's hand.
And Zhuo Wen's King Devouring clone is even more terrifying. Every time he swings his giant claw, he can kill more than ten people. This is the casualty of these monks while they are avoiding it.
The monks' offensive was like scratching an itch and had no effect on the Devouring King's clone.
Coupled with the fact that they were enveloped by a nine-level formation, they could not escape or fight, and their hearts were filled with despair.
Within a quarter of an hour, after Zhuo Wen killed the last monk, the Death Sacrifice Sword turned into a stream of gray energy and penetrated into his soul, while the King Eater clone transformed into a young man in black again and merged with the original deity.
For one.
Ziwei Xingjun and Lan Ji who were in the old site of Shanhe Palace were completely stunned.
It wasn't until Zhuo Wen entered the old site of Shanhe Palace from the outside and came to them that the two of them swallowed subconsciously.
"This is my communication jade talisman. I need to go under the Shanhe Palace to investigate if there is something. If there is any emergency, just inform me."
Zhuo Wen handed the two communication jade talismans to Ziwei Xingjun and Lan Ji, gave them a few instructions, and then entered the depths of the northern part of the Shanhe Palace.
According to the introduction in Su Liyang's jade slip, the entrance to the peerless vicious vein is at the northern edge of the Shanhe Palace.
Looking at the retreating figure, Ziwei Xingjun sighed softly and said: "I'm afraid the entire Taiqing Wonderland will explode into a pot next."
Lan Ji nodded with deep understanding and said: "Your Excellency has completely established a foothold in Taiqing Wonderland. I don't think any blind force will come to provoke Your Majesty."
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Inside the Hall of Moralism, it was deserted. Except for the quiet sandalwood scent emitted by the purple air, the Moral Hall was empty.
A stream of light quietly swept into the Hall of Morality, revealing a delicate and pretty figure.
And this beautiful figure, with its whole body flowing with charm and a different kind of charm, turned out to be Lian Meng.
As soon as Lian Meng entered the Morality Hall, he immediately hurried into the hall.
The interior decoration of the Moral Hall is extremely simple, just like an ordinary ancestral hall, with a statue of a god enshrined in the front.
And this statue is none other than the face of Taiqing, the owner of the Hall of Morality.
Lianmeng knelt on the futon in front of the statue, staring at the Taiqing statue with her beautiful eyes, and said softly: "Master, my disciple is back, although I don't know who you, Yuqing, and Shangqing are.
What's wrong? But I followed your instructions and fetched the Wulingyun empty fruit. What do I need to do next?"
The palace was eerily quiet, with only Lianmeng's voice echoing continuously.
Lianmeng felt a little uneasy, especially when she found the Taiqing statue in front of her squinting her eyes and staring straight at this side. Lianmeng felt even more uneasy.
Suddenly, Lianmeng noticed that the left hand of the statue in front of her that was originally holding the end of the whisk was slowly spread out, as if it was asking for something from her.
Lianmeng hurriedly stepped forward, took out the Wulingyun Fruit, and slowly placed it in the palm of the Taiqing statue.