Qin Ruibo smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Daowen went into the Guanxiang Building, but he came out five days later! He said that he had cultivated the Demon Yuan Transformation Diagram to a small degree, and there was no need to stay any longer, so he left!
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He Yangxu's pupils tightened into needles. He suspected that his ears heard it wrong, and repeated: "What did you say? Did I hear it correctly? You said that Brother Daowen only took five days to transform the demon element into the demon map.
Cultivation to a small level? Is this possible?"
Qin Ruibo said bitterly: "I don't believe this either, but there's no need for Brother Daowen to lie to me! After all, the Guanxiang Tower was open to him for a month, and he came out in five days. It's obviously not good for him!"
He Yangxu fell silent. What Qin Ruibo said was right. Zhuo Wen had one month, but he came out in five days. This behavior is completely incomprehensible.
Unless it is true as Zhuo Wen said, he really cultivated the Demonic Element Transformation Diagram to a small degree within five days.
He Yangxu took a deep breath, looked at the horizon, and sighed: "He is really a genius! In the future, this article will shine in the main domain of Liyuan, and even in the entire Hexu domain."
"He will become a giant who dominates the world! It's a pity that our bond with him is gone."
Qin Ruibo and the other three also nodded with deep understanding. As long as Zhuo Wen did not fall midway, he would definitely be a top terrifying powerhouse in the future.
After Zhuo Wen left the Shenxiao Soul Sect, he headed straight towards the Evil King Island.
There are only four months left before the entrance trial of the Hongwu Holy Sect. He plans to go into seclusion within these four months, hoping to improve his cultivation level.
After all, he still has a lot of chaos crystals on his body, which are enough to allow his cultivation level to increase by one or two small realms.
When Zhuo Wen was about to arrive at Evil King Island, the disguise on his face completely faded away and he returned to his original appearance.
Evil King Island is still shrouded in black clouds all year round. From a distance, it looks like a black pillar thrust into the sky.
When Zhuo Wen was about to arrive at the shore of Evil King Island, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and a strong sense of crisis came over him.
Whoosh whoosh!
The moment the sense of crisis hit his mind, three terrifying offensives suddenly came from three directions and bombarded Zhuo Wen's divine ship.
Boom boom boom!
The divine ship burst into flames, setting off a terrifying wave of fire.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and at the moment when the divine ship exploded, it turned into a purple ghostly figure, left the divine ship, and landed on the shore of Evil King Island.
He raised his head and looked at the three middle-aged men floating in the sky in front of him, their faces not very pretty.
Because he recognized that the clothes worn by these three middle-aged men were the clothes of the elders of the Hongwu Shen Sect.
Moreover, these three people are not weak in cultivation. In fact, they are all strong men in the early stage of Yin-Yang Transformation.
"Zhuo Wen has indeed returned to Evil King Island! I really didn't expect that we didn't wait in vain!" A burly middle-aged man looked at Zhuo Wen coldly, with a cruel smile on his lips.
With that said, the three of them, led by this middle-aged man, quickly surrounded Zhuo Wen in the center.
Zhuo Wen looked ugly. These three people were only in the early stages of the Yin-Yang Transformation, so Zhuo Wen was not afraid.
What he was wondering now was, why did the Hongwu Divine Sect know that he was in the Evil King Island?
"How did you know my whereabouts?" Zhuo Wen said with cold eyes.
"You don't need to ask, just surrender and follow us back to the Hongwu Divine Sect! You also know that with your level of cultivation, there is no way you can be our opponent!" the burly man said with disdain.
"Let me ask you again, how did you know my whereabouts?"
Zhuo Wen roared, with blazing murderous intent in his voice.
The burly man was immediately frightened by the murderous look in his eyes, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
However, he may feel that he was a little embarrassed like this, so he took a few steps forward and said fiercely: "A mere ant transformed from a virtual god actually dares to scream in front of me and is seeking death!"
As he spoke, the burly man took the lead and struck out with his right palm, causing nine palm prints to surge out.
Each palm print was as vast as a mountain, with terrifying aura, crushing towards Zhuo Wen.
The other two men looked calmly and had no intention of taking action.
In their opinion, a mere ant transformed from a virtual god was not qualified for the three of them to join forces.
If it weren't for Sikong Qiyu's order, they wouldn't even bother to follow them. All they needed was the burly man to come.
The nine palm prints were extremely fast, and they all landed on Zhuo Wen's body, causing nine deafening explosions.
The burly man stood tall and straight, his eyes showing a hint of coldness and arrogance.
In his eyes, Zhuo Wen was already a dead man, and he didn't even look at him.
The moment the burly man's eyes fell on where Zhuo Wen was, a strong sense of crisis swept through his mind.
Boom!
Only a deafening explosion was heard, ringing in the ears of the burly man.
The moment he reacted, what he saw was a huge fist that struck between his eyebrows.
Poof!
The burly man flew backwards in embarrassment, blood burst out from his eyebrows, and a strange purple-gold energy, like maggots, poured into the depths of his eyebrows.
ah!
I heard the burly man cover his eyebrows, let out a shrill scream, and kept rolling on the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs, just like a prisoner who had been tortured in every way.
The two monks who were in the early stage of Yin-Yang Transformation and were standing not far away were suddenly shocked. They looked at Zhuo Wen and the burly man who was almost in ecstasy.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. He looked at the other two monks coldly, and the killing intent in his eyes was no longer concealed.
"You guys should die too!"
Zhuo Wen roared, like a wounded beast roaring in anger, low and shocking.
"kill him!"
The eyes of the two monks also burst out with murderous intent. In their opinion, Zhuo Wen was able to injure the burly man, and it must be because the burly man was careless, so this man had an opportunity to take advantage of him.
Zhuo Wen summoned nine virtual gods, all of them rushed out and stood in front of the two monks.
At the same time, he pointed the sword finger of his right hand at the center of his eyebrows, and a purple-gold light surged out from the depths of his eyebrows.
This golden light was extremely blazing, and when it surged, it turned into two purple gold swords.
The moment the two purple-gold swords were swept out, the surrounding sword aura surged straight into the sky, as if they wanted to cut through the entire sky.
As soon as the two monks broke through Zhuo Wen's nine virtual gods, they felt the terrifying purple gold sword energy, and their expressions changed drastically.
They actually felt the cold death aura in these two purple gold swords.
Whizzing!
In Zhuo Wensen's cold gaze, two purple gold swords pierced the sky, held up their long tails of light, and slashed at the two monks respectively.
Before the two monks could react, the purple gold sword pierced their foreheads.
Only two puffs were heard, and the two monks turned into two masses of blood mist without even making a sound.
And their souls were completely annihilated the moment the purple gold sword penetrated their souls.