Yao Xiangjun and others quietly came to Zhuo Wen. Among them, Yao Xiangjun looked at Zhuo Wen with worried eyes.
She could also see that Zhuo Wen's current level of cultivation was only the realm of death realization.
Although she knew that Zhuo Wen's combat power was extraordinary, the gap between the Realm of Death and the Heavenly Dao Master was too great. No matter how defiant Zhuo Wen was, he would not be able to cross the entire realm to compete with Emperor Shitian at the Heavenly Dao Master level.
Palace Master Jingyun, Motian and Yuezu also looked worried. Their thoughts were obviously similar to those of Yao Xiangjun. They did not think that Zhuo Wen, who had only realized the realm of death, would be Emperor Shitian's opponent.
But now Sun Qi is staring at them closely, and it is unrealistic for them to escape. After all, in front of a strong person like Sun Qi, they cannot escape at all.
Sun Qi stared at Zhuo Wen with great interest, her eyes becoming more disdainful.
He didn't take it seriously that Zhuo Wen was just realizing the Death Realm. What he cared about was that this little guy who was just realizing the Death Realm actually dared to be so arrogant in the face of a powerful Heavenly Dao Lord like Di Shitian.
In Sun Qi's view, Zhuo Wen's behavior is simply a mindless act of seeking death.
"Husband, Emperor Shitian has successfully attained enlightenment, you..." Mu Chenxue said worriedly.
But before Mu Chenxue finished speaking, she coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, her pretty face as pale as snow.
Zhuo Wen quickly took out the ninth-level healing elixir from the spiritual ring and asked Mu Chenxue to take it. The latter's complexion improved a lot, but the injuries in his body were too serious and it may take a long time to recover.
Since Zhuo Wen became a ninth-level alchemist, he can basically refine the ninth-level divine elixirs easily. In addition, he has inherited the alchemy knowledge of Emperor Danhuo, and the refined ninth-level divine elixirs are all of special quality.
Generally speaking, the effects of level nine magic elixirs are much more powerful.
"Chen Xue, today I will chop off Emperor Shitian's head to make amends to you." Zhuo Wen said with a smile.
Mu Chenxue looked at the confident smile on Zhuo Wen's face. Although she knew that Zhuo Wen's current cultivation level was only to realize the realm of death, she was surprisingly full of trust in him.
She has never doubted Zhuo Wen. Along the way, she knew very well what Zhuo Wen had experienced and suffered much more than her. The words Zhuo Wen said were never empty words.
After Zhuo Wen handed Mu Chenxue over to Yao Xiangjun and asked her to take good care of Mu Chenxue, he walked towards Emperor Shitian step by step.
Yao Xiangjun looked complicated. She wanted to persuade Zhuo Wen, but thinking about their current situation, she knew that what she wanted to say was in vain.
Because whether Zhuo Wen fights or not, they can't help it. Emperor Shitian will definitely not let them go, so they have to fight even if they don't fight.
Emperor Shitian looked at Zhuo Wen indifferently, as if he were looking at a clown, and said calmly: "Finish your last words with your little lover. After you have finished speaking, come over and die."
As he spoke, Emperor Shitian casually waved his right sleeve, and a golden halo appeared on his right hand, and a golden divine weapon rushed out and blasted directly towards Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen held the Death Sacrifice Sword in his right hand and immediately swung it violently. The Death Sacrifice Sword flew across the starry sky and hit the golden artifact.
Boom!
The Death Sacrifice Sword was too powerful. The moment the golden artifact came into contact with the Death Sacrifice Sword, it was immediately contaminated by the Death Sacrifice Sword's terrifying death energy. Its surface became eclipsed and then exploded.
The power of the Death Sacrifice Sword remains unabated, and its target is directly aimed at Emperor Shitian.
Emperor Shitian also knew that Zhuo Wen's divine artifact was not simple. After discovering that the aperture artifact he summoned was ineffective against it, he did not dare to enlarge it. A halo of light suddenly appeared behind him.
Whoosh whoosh!
Like falling rain, various artifacts swept out from these circles of light, and the only similarity among these artifacts was that their surfaces were all shining with golden light, making them look like they were covered with the afterglow of the sun.
Zhuo Wen held the Thunder Fire Sword in one hand and the Blood Immortal Sword in the other. He kicked into the air with his right foot and rushed out like an arrow from the string, following behind the Death Sacrifice Sword.
Countless golden lights are densely packed. Where these golden lights are shrouded, time and space have long been annihilated, and the starry sky is distorted and turned into a terrifying zone.
Emperor Shitian crossed his arms and looked at the starry sky wrapped in brilliant golden light, with a mocking smile on his lips.
Zhuo Wen's possession of the Dao-enlightenment artifact was indeed beyond his expectation, but how much power can monks who have not yet attained Dao-enlightenment be able to exert.
Zhuo Wen only understood the realm of death, and in the eyes of Emperor Shitian, the threat was much smaller than that of Mu Chenxue.
Stab!
The moment Emperor Shitian smiled, a huge crack appeared on the surface of the endless golden light, just like a piece of cloth with a cut.
A divine sword filled with the gray aura of death swept out. Behind this divine sword, Zhuo Wen held the sword in both hands and followed closely like a god or a demon.
"Interesting! This little guy who is only aware of the realm of death is actually able to survive such an attack unharmed!"
In the distance, Sun Qi raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised that Zhuo Wen actually broke through Emperor Shitian's offensive.
Although what Emperor Shitian used was not the strongest attack, the offensive was terrifying enough, and even a true Tiandao master monk had to take it seriously.
Such an offensive could not directly kill the ants in the realm of death. How could Sun Qi not be surprised?
Emperor Shitian's face turned gloomy. He looked at the death sacrificial sword in front of Zhuo Wen, and his heart was moved. He still underestimated the artifact in Zhuo Wen's hand.
From the beginning to the end, Emperor Shitian did not believe that Zhuo Wen, whose cultivation was only in the realm of death, could have the strength to compete with him, so he put all his speculations on the Death Sacrifice Sword in Zhuo Wen's hand.
"cut!"
Emperor Shitian made a squeeze with his right hand, and countless golden lights suddenly gathered in his right hand. He began to use the moves he had just used against Mu Chenxue again.
Countless golden lights condensed in his palm, eventually forming a golden hilt, and then blood lines emerged from the end of the hilt.
Emperor Shitian held the hilt of the sword and slashed towards Zhuo Wen. Suddenly, countless sword lights rushed out, like an endless Milky Way, and hit the Death Sacrifice Sword.
boom!
The Death Sacrifice Sword, which was originally so powerful, suddenly stopped moving forward.
Emperor Shitian sneered and said: "That's it for now. You can only rely on this artifact to prove the Tao to have this level of strength."
As he spoke, Emperor Shitian was already shuttled in the golden light, stepping forward step by step. His speed was as fast as teleporting, and he appeared in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant.
I saw Emperor Shitian swipe the divine sword in his hand, separated the death sacrificial sword, and stabbed directly towards Zhuo Wen's vital point.
"not good!"
When Yao Xiangjun saw this scene, his beautiful eyes shrank, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Yuezu, Motian and Palace Master Jingyun all sighed lightly. They knew that Zhuo Wen was no match for Emperor Shitian. Zhuo Wen was already at the end of his rope. If nothing else, Emperor Shitian's sword was enough to seriously injure Zhuo Wen.
, and even killed him on the spot.
Mu Chenxue watched all this silently. Her eyes were only fixed on Zhuo Wen's face. She could feel the confidence and fearlessness in Zhuo Wen's eyes.
Mu Chenxue knew that her husband would not only have this strength.