Wu Xingyuan murmured to himself, and then derived his spiritual consciousness to sense the fluctuation just now, but found that nothing was gained.
In the end, Wu Xingyuan shook his head and after confirming that what he felt just now was an illusion, he concentrated on immersing himself in the baptismal pool and quickly improved his strength.
"Wu Xingyuan's spiritual consciousness is quite sharp. He actually noticed the slightest fluctuation in the world when it entered the baptismal pool!"
A piece of dust was suspended several hundred meters above the baptismal pool, and Zhuo Wen's eyes in the big world became solemn.
But after Wu Xingyuan stopped paying attention here, he continued to control the dust that the big world turned into, and swept deep into the sky.
Soon, Zhuo Wen arrived tens of thousands of meters above the sky. At this moment, the three corpses of the ancestral witches were already close at hand.
However, the moment the dust formed by the big world approached the corpses of the three ancestral witches, it was blocked by an invisible and transparent energy.
Zhuo Wen knew that this was the restriction set by Wu Wuxian.
He controlled the big world and walked around the three corpses of ancestral witches several times. After careful observation, his expression became extremely solemn.
He made a cursory observation and found that there were ninety-nine and eighty-one restrictions placed outside the bodies of these three ancestral witches, and the level of each restriction basically reached the level of heaven.
"The Witch Clan is really cautious about these three corpses of ancestral witches. They have actually placed many restrictions. Even if an ordinary Tongtian-level formation master comes here, he will be helpless against such complicated restrictions.
!" Zhuo Wen observed for a while, frowned and shook his head.
However, Zhuo Wen is not an ordinary Tongtian-level formation master. His formation is inherited from the Alchemy Immortal Lord’s lifelong work, the Alchemy True Record, and his level is far stronger than that of formation masters of the same level.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen also has the secret of Hongmeng Wuji, which is specially designed to break the restrictions. In combination with his formation level, it is not too difficult to break the ninety-nine and eighty-one restrictions.
After understanding these ninety-nine and eighty-one restrictions, Zhuo Wen did not rush to break them, but controlled the world back to the shore of the baptismal pool and returned to Ziwei Xingjun's shoulders.
"Brother Zhuo, why are you back so soon?" Ziweixingjun asked in surprise.
"The restriction is quite complicated, but it doesn't pose much of a threat to me! So I plan to get rid of the people who are in the way first, and then slowly find what I need!" Zhuo Wen replied.
Ziwei Xingjun's eyes flashed with excitement, and he couldn't help but stand up and laugh.
He had endured it for so long and was so frustrated. Now Zhuo Wen's words made him feel much more relaxed.
Ziwei Xingjun's laughter naturally alarmed the eleven other geniuses in the baptismal pool.
Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin were furious. Why was Zi Xing so crazy? He was so scared to death in front of them just now.
Now you dare to laugh suddenly. Is this intentional to disturb them?
"Zixing, you are simply looking for death! Originally, I wanted to let you go, but you actually disturbed my practice. You deserve death. Go and die!"
Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin jumped out of the baptismal pool at the same time, and like two bolts of lightning, they rushed towards Ziwei Xingjun.
The terrifying astral wind swept across, and the surrounding time and space seemed to flow backwards.
Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin have very strong cultivations. They are both in the early stage of Tongtianzhu. Together, they can fight against the strong ones in the middle stage of Tongtianzhu.
Wu Qiutong and the others looked at Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin in surprise. They all felt that it was a bit of a fuss and a little too cautious for these two to take action at the same time.
Ziwei Xingjun snorted coldly, kicked his right foot violently, and almost punched Wu Xiuran, completely ignoring Wu Wenbin behind him.
"This idiot is trying to hit a rock with an egg!"
Wu Wenbin couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Ziwei Xingjun decisively giving up his defense in order to attack Wu Xiuran.
But soon, Wu Wenbin realized something was wrong.
Because when his offensive approached Ziwei Xingjun, a very ominous feeling suddenly arose in his heart. He actually sensed another extremely terrifying energy behind Ziwei Xingjun, approaching him.
Suddenly, a spiral vortex appeared on Ziwei Xingjun's shoulder, and from within the vortex, a fist as powerful as a rainbow blasted out.
The moment the fists and palms touched, Wu Wenbin felt that he was as small as an ant in front of this fist, and then his right fist exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Wu Wenbin screamed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew out with his incomplete right arm.
At the moment of flying upside down, Wu Wenbin saw the fist in the vortex disappear, and a figure walked out.
And this figure was too familiar to him. It turned out to be Long Wen, who had been arrested by their high priest. But how could this be possible? How could this guy still be alive?
Just when Wu Wenbin was thinking wildly, Long Wen kicked his right foot and disappeared from the same place as if he was teleporting.
When Long Wen appeared again, he was already close at hand.
"So fast!"
Wu Wenbin had just thought of these two words in his mind, when Zhuo Wen's terrifying fists were blasted out again, turning into dense fist shadows in the void, all of them hitting his body.
Puff puff!
The terrifying shadow of the fist fell around Wu Wenbin, bursting out clouds of blood mist, which looked sad and ferocious.
Wu Wenbin's consciousness was almost blurred, and the pain all over his body was numb.
When he reluctantly opened his eyes, a huge fist became bigger and bigger in his eyes, and finally hit him between the eyebrows.
A strong sense of pain struck, and then Wu Wenbin's vision completely turned into darkness.
Plop!
Wu Wenbin was almost killed instantly, fell to the ground, and his soul collapsed.
Not long after Wu Wenbin was killed, Wu Xiuran also screamed in agony, and his body was torn in half by Ziwei Xingjun, his soul collapsed and his bones were mutilated.
The moment Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin were instantly killed, all the geniuses in the baptismal pool opened their eyes, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin had just taken action, but they were killed instantly. This little clan member Zi Xing must have been too scary.
But soon, when they saw another figure next to Wu Wenbin's body, everyone gasped.
Because this figure was not only not unfamiliar to them, but was actually too familiar.
Because he is Long Wen who was captured by the Wu clan.
"This, this, this... what's going on? Could it be that my eyesight is dazzled, why does this Long Wen appear here?"
Feng Buming rubbed his eyes vigorously. The moment he opened his eyes, his neck was tightly grasped by a big hand, and then the whole person was lifted out of the baptismal pool, with his feet dangling in the air and swinging continuously.
With.
"Now take a closer look and see if you are dazzled!"
Zhuo Wen held Feng Buming in his hands and his tone was as calm as water, but when he heard it in Feng Buming's ears, it was so chilling that his whole body trembled.
"Is it really you...Long Wen?" Feng Buming's eyes widened and his voice was sharp.
"Feng Buming, I have a surprise for you. My original name is not Long Wen, but Zhuo Wen!" Zhuo Wen suddenly sent a message to Feng Buming with a smile on his lips.
Feng Buming trembled all over. He stared at Zhuo Wen and blurted out: "You are Zhuo..."
It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to say the last word, because his neck was broken and his soul was destroyed...