The moment the clear footsteps sounded, all the aliens turned their eyes to the direction where the footsteps came from.
I saw that in the deep pit ahead, the dust swept away and dispersed, and a figure as straight as a gun appeared in everyone's sight.
"This guy... is actually not dead!" Among the corpse ghost clan, Xifu and Zhiyinzhu's expressions suddenly turned ugly.
E Taihe, the leader of the Moon Wolf clan, frowned slightly. He looked deeply at the figure coming out of the pit and murmured in a low voice: "This dragon text is really not simple. It seems that I made a mistake at the beginning!"
Qianping, who originally claimed that Hu Zhuowen was a country bumpkin, also fell silent, or in other words, she was suffocated and could not say anything.
Tu Qian, who was standing next to Qi Qianping, had no pride in his eyes, but was replaced by solemnity and fear.
The most surprising thing was Wu Xingyuan standing next to Wu Wuxian.
The moment Zhuo Wen appeared, his body trembled slightly, but he soon regained his composure.
What Wu Xingyuan actually couldn't understand was how terrifying the pressure of the statues of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was. Even a strong man in the late Tongtian Lord would be seriously injured if he was shrouded in such terrifying pressure.
But what kind of freak is Long Wen? Not only did he survive, but he now looks spotless and doesn't appear to be injured at all. How on earth did he do this?
Wu Xingyuan remembered clearly that at that time he could not withstand the pressure of the statues of the twelve ancestral witches, and when he withdrew in embarrassment, he specifically went to look at Zhuo Wen.
At that time, although Zhuo Wen was in better condition than him, he was still quite embarrassed. He was not as spotless as he is now.
Moreover, Wu Xingyuan also vaguely felt that Zhuo Wen's strength seemed to be even better than before.
But even so, he still couldn't see what Zhuo Wen's specific cultivation level was.
But Wu Wuxian's face became a little ugly, and the murderous intention towards Zhuo Wen in his heart became even stronger.
Originally Wu Wuxian planned to use the pressure of the ancestral witch statue to completely annihilate Zhuo Wen, but he did not expect that Zhuo Wen actually came out safe and sound, which was a slap in her face.
Although Wu Wuxian was filled with murderous intent towards Zhuo Wen, it was impossible for him to take action now. After all, the Wu Song Society was still going on.
Wu Wuxian waved his sleeves, and a burst of energy surged out, landing on the area that had turned into a huge pit in the center of the guardian land. The huge pit was immediately filled with this energy torrent, forming a smooth and white ground.
Then Wu Wuxian didn't even mention Zhuo Wen, but said calmly: "The second stage is now over, and one hundred and eight contestants have been selected! I will give you three days to rest, just rest in this protected place.
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"The heavenly energy in this guardian land is much stronger than that in the outside world. In three days, all your injuries should be able to recover! I will come back in three days!"
After saying that, Wu Wuxian led a group of powerful Wu clan men back to the Wu clan hall.
"Fellow Daoist Dragon, you have to be careful about Wu Wuxian! In view of your extremely eye-catching performance in the second stage, you may be resented by Wu Wuxian!"
As soon as Zhuo Wen came to Ziwei Xingjun, Jingshan's voice came in his mind.
Zhuo Wen turned his head, looked at Jingshan not far away, and nodded to show that he had his own sense of proportion.
"Brother Zhuo, actually you should have come down earlier! You have stolen Wu Xingyuan's limelight, I'm afraid the Wu clan will touch you!" Ziwei Xingjun whispered with a sigh.
Zhuo Wen smiled and said: "Brother Ziwei, the reason why I don't come down is because the pressure of the ancestral witch statue is of great benefit to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in the limelight. After all, the risk is too great."
Ziwei Xingjun was startled, nodded, and did not ask Zhuo Wen what benefits he got.
He knew very well that Zhuo Wen had a big secret. Since he could get benefits, as a friend, he was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.
After the two chatted in detail, they found a remote place, sat cross-legged, and planned to adjust their condition.
Neither Zhuo Wen nor Ziwei Xingjun was seriously injured.
Ziwei Xingjun retreated early, and it was strange that he could be injured based on his strength.
And Zhuo Wen's Pangu Holy Body has just been promoted to the half-step eight-star level and is in very good condition.
However, he also knew that he had just been promoted not long ago, so he had to consolidate his realm first to avoid instability.
This promotion makes Zhuo Wen very confident. If he can get the Ancestral Witch Gu Insect and the Pangu Holy Body to advance to eight stars, there will be no problem.
While consolidating Pangu's holy body, the human being in the big world began to separate a small part of the divine soul from the divine soul and began to condense the second divine soul sword intention.
Although Zhuo Wen had already had the experience last time, he was still grimacing in pain during the condensation process this time, but his condition was much better than the first time.
After the separation of the soul is completed, what is left is the process of continuous condensation.
It can be said that Zhuo Wen's spiritual soul and physical body cultivation are both indistinguishable.
However, when condensing the second soul sword intention, Zhuo Wen began to find that his soul could not hold on any longer.
He has no doubt that if he condenses the third soul sword intention, his soul will probably collapse.
He knew that this was because his soul was still not strong enough. If his soul was strong enough, it would not matter no matter how much the sword intent of the soul was condensed.
Not long after Zhuo Wen practiced cross-legged, he felt the sound of footsteps approaching him.
He opened his eyes and found that a figure had walked in front of him, facing him.
When he saw the true face of this figure, a mocking curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Because the owner of this figure turned out to be Feng Buming, a genius from the Phoenix clan.
Feng Buming looked at Zhuo Wen, cupped his hands, and said politely: "Fellow Daoist Long, I am Feng Buming of the Phoenix Clan! I wonder if you have time, Fellow Daoist Long? I have something to discuss with you!"
Although Feng Buming's tone was polite, Zhuo Wen could still see the pride and displeasure in Feng Buming's eyes.
He glanced at Feng Liluo, the leader of the Phoenix tribe in the distance behind Feng Buming. He knew that Feng Buming came to him and it was probably Feng Liluo who ordered him.
"Speak quickly if you have something to say, and fart if you have any!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
Feng Buming was startled and then became furious. Fortunately, he had a deeper mind and did not explode on the spot. He said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Long, you must be clear. I am looking for you on behalf of the Phoenix Clan. Is this your attitude?"
"Is the Phoenix Clan great? I even killed the corpses of the Ghoul Clan, but I'm still afraid of you Phoenix Clan! Or are you Phoenix Clan much stronger than the Ghoul Clan?" Zhuo Wen said with a faint smile.
Feng Buming was furious, but he didn't dare to accept Zhuo Wen's words.
Although the Phoenix Clan is one of the top ten races, its strength ranking is not high, while the Ghoul Clan is very powerful and can be ranked in the top three among the top ten races.
Otherwise, how could Shifu from the zombie clan have the courage to challenge Wu Xingyuan before? It was because he had the confidence!