Deep in the Holy City of Witches, in a magnificent palace, a man in feathers with an aura as vast as the abyss sat casually on a condescending throne, with a lazy expression and a casual posture.
Under the throne, Mo Fenyou and Mo Liuhuo knelt there in fear.
"It's been so long and you still don't know the whereabouts of Zhuo Wen?"
The sinister gaze of the man in feathers slowly fell on Mo Fenyou and Mo Liuhuo, and he asked lightly with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
Mo Fenyou trembled and said quickly: "Lord Shenyou, we have been working hard to find the whereabouts of Zhuo Wen. Please give me a little more time, we will definitely find them."
As soon as Mo Fenyou finished speaking, a light seal came across the sky and landed on Mo Fenyou's chest.
Poof!
Mo Fenyou groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, flew out, and landed heavily next to the palace door in the back, looking sluggish.
"Do I still have little time for you?"
Shenyou slowly stood up, the lazy look on his face was no longer there, it was completely replaced by sharpness and coldness, and a violent killing intent burst out from the depths of his eyes, directed towards Mo Fenyou.
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Mo Fenyou got up again, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to Shenyou to beg for mercy.
Mo Liuhuo looked at this scene with a sad expression. Mo Fenyou was also the ancestor of their Witch God Clan and the guardian of the Witch God Realm, and he was a member of the Witch God Clan.
But now, they were as statusless as ants in front of the man in feathers, and Mo Fenyou kowtowed to Shenyou in a despicable manner, begging for mercy. This made Mo Liuhuo feel very uncomfortable.
Just when the man in feathered clothes was about to take action, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the south with sharp eyes.
Mo Fenyou and Mo Liuhuo both lowered their heads and naturally did not see the strange expression on the face of the man in feathers. They just knelt there uneasily and did not dare to speak.
"Have you felt it? That's the aura of disaster in the universe!" The man in feather suddenly said in an excited tone.
Mo Fenyou and Mo Liuhuo stopped kowtowing and slowly raised their heads, looking at the man in feathers in front of the throne with a rare expression of excitement.
"Let's go, take the most elite team of your Witch God clan and follow me to the south!" The man in feathers said coldly.
Mo Fenyou and Mo Liuhuo obeyed, nodded in agreement, and began to prepare the team.
After everything was prepared, the man in feathers took Mo Fenyou and others out of the Holy City of the Witch God and headed towards the southern part of the Witch God Realm.
Poof!
In the valley, Duan Zhipeng couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his expression became very depressed.
Not far from him, there was a huge pit. In the center of the pit, a huge purple shadow was almost torn apart, dim and weak.
Obviously, the power of the seven-colored palm that appeared at the end of the Great Tribulation of the Universe's Dharma was so terrifying that with one blow, Duan Zhipeng's Universe's Dharma was nearly destroyed.
Fortunately, that colorful palm has certain restrictions and can only be used once. Otherwise, not only Duan Zhipeng's universe will collapse, but Duan Zhipeng's own life will be in danger.
Zhuo Wen rushed into the valley immediately and came to Duan Zhipeng's side.
"Brother Duan, are you okay?"
Zhuo Wen supported the shaky Duan Zhipeng and asked worriedly.
Duan Zhipeng laughed and shook his head, and then Zhuo Wen discovered that the aura in Duan Zhipeng, who was originally looking sluggish, became stronger and stronger, like a rolling river.
"I have finally overcome the catastrophe of the universe's law. From now on, I will be a true powerhouse in the universe's law!" Duan Zhipeng couldn't hide his excitement.
Zhuo Wen was also happy for Duan Zhipeng, and he also found that Duan Zhipeng's aura was much stronger than that of the powerful people in the early stages of the ordinary universe.
It seems that Duan Zhipeng has benefited a lot from absorbing the essence of Liuyanhuo's laws.
"I'm afraid it's not advisable to stay here for a long time! I made too much noise to overcome the tribulation, which may attract the attention of the powerful Nuwa clan in the realm of the Witch God." Duan Zhipeng said with a serious expression.
Zhuo Wen nodded, and the large formation he arranged completely collapsed and collapsed under the bombardment of the colorful palms.
Naturally, Duan Zhipeng's momentum for overcoming the tribulation could not be concealed, and it would certainly not be able to hide it from the strong men of the Nuwa clan.
Soon, Zhuo Wen summoned the Hexu people, took out the divine ship, and flew towards the south.
The mountains they were in were originally close to the southern border of the Wizard God Realm. Therefore, if they wanted to leave the Wizard God Realm as soon as possible, they could only go through the southern border.
Since they already knew that their whereabouts might be discovered, they did not deliberately hide their whereabouts, but flew as fast as possible.
Not long after Zhuo Wen and others left, a huge beast appeared over the mountains where they were.
On the back of the giant beast, stood Shenyou, Mo Fenyou and the elite monks of the Witch God clan.
Most of the Nuwa clan's teams were stationed at the borders of the Witch God Realm to guard and monitor. Once any trace of Zhuo Wen was discovered, they would be notified immediately.
Shenyou jumped into the depths of the mountain, took a look inside, and sneered: "Someone just came here to overcome the tribulation, and it was also a great tribulation of the universe! It seems that this should be Zhuo Wen's group!"
"The movement was quite fast. Did it move so quickly?"
Mo Fenyou quickly came behind Shenyou and said respectfully in a low voice: "Master Shenyou, news came from the southern border. They discovered Zhuo Wen and his party! They are breaking through the border at this time!"
"Walk!"
Shenyou narrowed his eyes, waved his sleeves, and led a group of people including Mo Fenyou, speeding towards the southern border.
At this moment, within the southern border, a team of thousands of people had surrounded the divine ship where Zhuo Wen and others were.
Duan Zhipeng looked at the monks in the team who had human heads and snake bodies, and snorted coldly: "This Nuwa clan is really lingering. It has been so long, and it is still in the realm of the Witch God! Brother Zhuo, leave this team to us.
Let me leave first!"
With that said, Duan Zhipeng jumped out of the divine ship, turned his right hand into a palm, and blasted forward.
Suddenly, terrifying energy poured out like a tide, condensing into a huge palm in mid-air.
This palm crushed down hard, like a mountain falling, hitting a group of monks in front.
"Yes... he is a powerful figure in the law of the universe..."
These monks were the elite of the Nuwa clan, and they had very good eyesight. They could see Duan Zhipeng's strength at a glance.
Although their eyesight was good, their strength was really not that good, and they were defeated by Duan Zhipeng's palm.
Seven or eight of the nearly hundreds of elite monks in front were wiped out in an instant, and the rest were basically seriously injured.
And because of this, a gap appeared in this terrifying encirclement.
Zhuo Wen took advantage of this opportunity and activated the divine ship. With a whoosh, it turned into a stream of light, swept out of the gap, and left the southern border.