In the attic, the decoration is elegant and antique. In front of the rosewood table, there is a guqin.
In front of the guqin, a beautiful woman holds her knees with her hands.
She stared at Guqin blankly, tears falling silently from her eyes, across her cheeks, and dripped on her white lotus arms.
Her face showed happiness, fear, nervousness, and a hint of expectation.
At first, she and Zhuo Wen met in the Wuqing Wuyu Pearl, but they also separated in the Qingwu Wuyu Pearl.
After so many years, she saw Zhuo Wen again, and her mood suddenly became much more complicated.
Creak!
In the attic, the closed door slowly opened.
In front of the door, Zhuo Wen had a smile on his lips. The moment he stepped forward to enter the attic, suddenly there was an extremely terrifying sound of breaking wind coming from behind.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were as cold as daggers. He turned around suddenly and punched out, hitting the back.
boom!
The fists met together, creating layers of energy ripples that shook the surrounding space and exploded.
Attic No. 370 collapsed instantly, and Zhuo Wen jumped up, suspended in mid-air.
In the ruins of the attic, the clear sound of the piano resounded, and a beautiful woman in a purple dress gently plucked the strings with her jade fingers, floating out faintly like a hibiscus emerging from the water.
Around the woman, it was like the sound of a musical instrument, surrounding her like armor, protecting her in the middle.
"Wushang, your injuries..."
Zhuo Wen looked at the beautiful woman floating towards him and frowned slightly.
He could tell that Mo Yan Wushang's cultivation should have reached the early stage of Anti-Ancient Starlight.
However, her injuries were extremely serious, which caused her state to decline towards the law of the universe.
"Hey! Little beauty, it seems that I was too harsh last time! Your injuries are even more serious! Looking at your pale little face, I feel very distressed!"
Suddenly, an old and cold voice came from the front.
Zhuo Wen followed the sound and saw an old man in sackcloth floating opposite, staring at Mo Yan Wushang with a pair of sinister eyes.
Zhuo Wen already understood that it was the old man in sackcloth who suddenly attacked him just now.
"It's Old Man Shenming! He is indeed nearby. He must have sensed the movement here just now and came here so quickly."
Everyone around him was whispering in low voices, and they all stepped back until they were at a safe enough distance.
A flash of anger flashed through Zhuo Wen's eyes. He looked at the old man in sackcloth coldly and said, "Were you the one who injured Wu Sha?"
Only then did the old man in sackcloth turn his attention to Zhuo Wen and said jokingly: "Little bastard, you are quite strong, you can actually catch my blow! But after all, you are just the law of the universe, and you dare to do it in front of me with this level of cultivation.
Hero, do you think your life is too long?"
As he said that, the old man in sackcloth dropped his eyes on the corpses of Xuan Yi and Xuan Li, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Xuanyi, did you kill Xuanli?" the old man in sackcloth asked suppressing his anger.
"They're just two losers, they can't even catch a single move from me!" Zhuo Wenyun said calmly.
"You little bastard, you deserve to die!"
The old man in sackcloth was furious, and bright starlight erupted from his body, and an aura that far exceeded the law of the universe swept out like a hurricane.
Boom!
A terrifying explosion sounded, and a huge hole opened in the void behind the old man in sackcloth, and a huge ancient star slowly stepped out.
In an instant, many of the monks around him were breathing heavily and turning red in the face, suppressed by the aura of the ancient astrology.
"Zhuowen, he is the old man Shenming, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Anti-Ancient Starlight! You are not his opponent now! I will deal with him, you run away first! I will follow you later!"
Mo Yan Wushang tapped his jade foot lightly and stood in front of Zhuo Wen. He fiddled with it gently, and the energy condensed by the gorgeous seven-color notes spread in front of her like a hurricane, forming an impregnable defense.
Zhuo Wen's eyes softened, and he patted Mo Yan Wushang's shoulder and said: "Wushang, leave this person to me! I said that I will not let you suffer any grievances again! Everything will be done by me.
Let me help you solve it!"
Mo Yan Wushang turned his head slightly, took a deep look at Zhuo Wen, and finally nodded slightly and retreated to Zhuo Wen's side.
"Little bastard! I thought you would hide behind women! But I didn't expect that you are so brave!"
The eyes of the old man in sackcloth were filled with anger. He looked at Zhuo Wen coldly. Xuanyi and Xuanli were his favorite disciples.
Now, they were all killed by Zhuo Wen, and he now wished he could tear Zhuo Wen into pieces.
Zhuo Wen looked into the distance, then looked at the old man in sackcloth, and said: "Old guy, I don't have time to argue with you. Now, I'm in a hurry! I will cut off my limbs and let Wushang dispose of them."
Zhuo Wen was very impatient. This old man Shenming was only in the middle stage of Anti-Ancient Starlight. He didn't pose much of a threat to Zhuo Wen at all.
What he fears most now is that if he wastes too much time here, the black hands behind Leng Erniang will arrive in time.
"Arrogant boy, you are looking for death!"
The old man Shen Ming was irritated. He took a step forward, his white beard fluttering.
Behind him, the anti-ancient astrology came striding forward, and bright stars dotted the surroundings, forming some kind of strange realm, trapping Zhuo Wen and others inside.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly and released the three cosmic images.
I saw the three cosmic Dharma images roaring loudly, fighting against the ancient astrology of the old man Shen Ming.
"What? There are three Dharma figures in your universe, and they are evenly matched with my ancient astrology."
After seeing the terrifying battle in the void, Old Man Shenming's pupils shrank slightly and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
Zhuo Wen had no expression on his face and entered the demon-dyed state, with billowing demonic energy surrounding him.
And he shot out like an arrow from a string, rushing toward the old man Shenming with a rumble.
The palm of his right hand was holding the Taiyou Holy Sword tightly, and streaks of divine soul sword intent were floating around his body.
In his pupils, a strange scarlet flame spurted out, shooting out like an angry dragon, covering the old man Shenming.
The old man Shen Ming did not dare to neglect, he sacrificed eighteen magic swords and slashed through the air with one strike.
Every blade radiates bright light, like stars exploding, and is extremely powerful.
The demonic flames swept forward, and for a moment, they were unable to burn the magic sword into ashes. Instead, it was blocked.
Bang bang bang!
However, the divine soul sword intentions that followed were like locusts crossing the border, attacking one after another and slashing at the eighteen divine swords.
I heard the magic sword suddenly dimming and being forced back continuously.
The sky and the earth are in harmony with each other!
The sword moves the nine heavens!
At the same time, Zhuo Wen rushed over like a black lightning, the Taiyou Holy Sword slashed two swords horizontally, and two magical powers penetrated him.
Click!
The defense formed by the eighteen magic swords was instantly broken, and an endless torrent of energy swept in, drowning the old man Shenming.
The old man Shen Ming was caught off guard and was thrown backward by the torrent of energy, falling hard to the ground.
Boom boom boom!
The entire Xuansheng Pavilion was shaken, and the Second Heaven area was bombarded into countless pieces of dust by the aftermath of Old Shenming's falling energy. More than 70% of the buildings were in ruins...