Chapter: 1342
Shaking his head bitterly, Zhuo Wen finally understood what is beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. In the Qingxuan Dynasty, Zhuo Wen's talent and cultivation base may be the best among the younger generation.
And if Zhuo Wen's talent is placed in the entire Eastern Land or even the entire Tiankai Continent, it may not be worth mentioning at all, because the Qingxuan Dynasty is just a small part of the Eastern Land.
However, Zhuowen did not feel inferior because of this, but was full of expectation and hope. This continent is still very big, and Zhuowen still has a long way to go. Although this journey may be full of thorns, Zhuowen But he was able to walk on with a smile on his face.
Because he has a tireless pursuit of a powerful heart, which endowed him with the belief in the constant pursuit of martial arts.
Whoosh!
Slowly falling to the ground next to the huge pit, the huge Nether Dragon glanced at Zhuo Wen faintly, let out a loud howling sound, and then re-drilled into the abyss and disappeared.
"The Nether Dragon? Who is there in that abyss?"
Zhuo Wen could feel that it was definitely not the Nether Dragon who talked to him just now, but a human being, and a very powerful human being at that.
And Zhuo Wen also discovered that the Nether Dragon was moving within ten miles of the abyss, as if there was a layer of confinement around it, prohibiting the power of the Nether Dragon.
However, Zhuo Wen only had this thought for a moment, his eyes were attracted by the battle happening above.
In the uppermost sky, 18 stars rumbled, and the battle between Emperor Qing and Lu Hantian almost reached a fever pitch. With every move of the two of them, the entire space could be torn apart.
In the tens of thousands of miles of high altitude, the originally stable space has been riddled with holes by the battle between the two, and the black hole spreads and wreaks havoc, which looks extremely terrifying.
Although the battle between Emperor Qing and Lu Hantian has reached a fever pitch, it may not be so fast before the two decide the winner. However, what Zhuo Wen is worried about is that Emperor Qing has been promoted to the imperial power realm for a long time after all, and Lu Hantian But they have just been promoted to the imperial power, and there is still a certain gap between the strength of the two.
Although it may not be visible now, the gap between the two is likely to be revealed as time goes by.
However, after all, this is a battle between two powerhouses in the imperial realm, and Zhuo Wen is only in the supreme realm, so it is impossible for him to intervene, so he can only stare helplessly.
The battle between Tianzun is also evenly matched, and the battle between Mangshi and Ziyang Tianzun is almost a flesh-to-blood collision, which is extremely fierce.
But Elder Shiyuan was even more terrifying, he actually used the power of one person to directly suppress the three of them without temper.
On the other hand, Mo Yan Wushang, although relying on the morning bell and evening drum to suppress the four great heavenly venerables, the morning bell and evening drum are attacking emperor-level spiritual treasures, which consume a huge amount of their own energy.
Now Mo Yan Wushang's bright and clean forehead had begun to drip a little sweat, and it was quite difficult to suppress it now.
"Miss Wushang! Let the white-browed Tianzun who is the weakest here, and I will deal with it!"
With his eyes flickering, Zhuo Wen suddenly laughed out loud, stepped on the sole of his foot, and rushed towards Mo Yan Wushang, his voice rolling like thunder.
"This damned little bastard!"
Hearing Zhuo Wen say this about him, the white-browed Tianzun exposed the blue veins on his forehead, and his eyes were full of anger.
This Zhuo Wen is really too unkind, actually under the watchful eyes of everyone, he ran against Baimei Tianzun so much, and as the weakest of the five Tianzun, Baimei Tianzun hated others saying that he was the weakest.
But Zhuo Wen not only said it, but also yelled so loudly without any scruples, where did Baimei Tianzun put his old face?
"Zhuowen! Are you okay? Baimei Tianzun is a strong Tianzun after all." Mo Yan Wushang said with some concern.
"Don't worry! Now when the white-browed old dog was at the peak of his strength, he used up a lot of methods to capture me. Now that his arm has been broken and his strength has dropped too much, he may not be my opponent. Just let him go. !"
Zhuo Wen's words were not polite at all, and directly hit Baimei Tianzun's sore spot, and Baimei Tianzun was so angry that his lungs exploded.
Mo Yan Wushang's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, as Zhuo Wen said, the white-browed Tianzun had his arm broken by the one on the eighteenth floor, and his strength was far inferior to before.
Originally, Baimei Tianzun should be in the early stage of Tianzun Realm, but now his strength may have dropped by nearly 30 to 40%, which is equivalent to a warrior at the peak of Jinzun Realm.
"Then be careful yourself!"
Mo Yan Wushang nodded, with a swipe of his jade hand, and with a flick of the sound wave power in the morning bell and evening drum, the white-browed Tianzun was ruthlessly ejected, in a messy figure.
The withdrawal of Baimei Tianzun undoubtedly made Mo Yan Wushang much easier. Now, using the morning bell and evening drum to deal with Huangjue Tianzun, Xiyue Tianzun and Guanghan Tianzun seems to be more than capable.
"Little bastard! I'm going to peel your skin, stretch your tendons, and crush your bones, making your life worse than death!"
As soon as he was released, the white-browed Tianzun stared at Zhuo Wen with his cold gaze, as if staring at his prey.
Zhuo Wen laughed, and stared at Baimei Tianzun playfully, and said: "You who have lost your arm, do you really have the strength to capture me and torture me?"
"Hmph! Even if my strength is damaged, you are just a warrior in the Supreme Realm, what qualifications do you have to compare with me! Come die!"
Baimei Tianzun snorted coldly, and his whole body was like a big roc spreading its wings, and flew towards Zhuowen in an instant. The milky white Yuanli spit out, turned into a huge palm, and slapped Zhuowen.
"That young man is Zhuowen? Isn't Zhuowen rumored to have disappeared? Why did he appear from the abyss of the dungeon?"
Countless warriors around the dungeon also noticed Zhuo Wen. At this moment, Zhuo Wen had already returned to his original appearance. Many people still have deep memories of the amazing move in the Golden Luan Hall, so when Zhuo Wen appeared, many warriors took him I recognized it. JrNovels.com
And if Zhuo Wen's talent is placed in the entire Eastern Land or even the entire Tiankai Continent, it may not be worth mentioning at all, because the Qingxuan Dynasty is just a small part of the Eastern Land.
However, Zhuowen did not feel inferior because of this, but was full of expectation and hope. This continent is still very big, and Zhuowen still has a long way to go. Although this journey may be full of thorns, Zhuowen But he was able to walk on with a smile on his face.
Because he has a tireless pursuit of a powerful heart, which endowed him with the belief in the constant pursuit of martial arts.
Whoosh!
Slowly falling to the ground next to the huge pit, the huge Nether Dragon glanced at Zhuo Wen faintly, let out a loud howling sound, and then re-drilled into the abyss and disappeared.
"The Nether Dragon? Who is there in that abyss?"
Zhuo Wen could feel that it was definitely not the Nether Dragon who talked to him just now, but a human being, and a very powerful human being at that.
And Zhuo Wen also discovered that the Nether Dragon was moving within ten miles of the abyss, as if there was a layer of confinement around it, prohibiting the power of the Nether Dragon.
However, Zhuo Wen only had this thought for a moment, his eyes were attracted by the battle happening above.
In the uppermost sky, 18 stars rumbled, and the battle between Emperor Qing and Lu Hantian almost reached a fever pitch. With every move of the two of them, the entire space could be torn apart.
In the tens of thousands of miles of high altitude, the originally stable space has been riddled with holes by the battle between the two, and the black hole spreads and wreaks havoc, which looks extremely terrifying.
Although the battle between Emperor Qing and Lu Hantian has reached a fever pitch, it may not be so fast before the two decide the winner. However, what Zhuo Wen is worried about is that Emperor Qing has been promoted to the imperial power realm for a long time after all, and Lu Hantian But they have just been promoted to the imperial power, and there is still a certain gap between the strength of the two.
Although it may not be visible now, the gap between the two is likely to be revealed as time goes by.
However, after all, this is a battle between two powerhouses in the imperial realm, and Zhuo Wen is only in the supreme realm, so it is impossible for him to intervene, so he can only stare helplessly.
The battle between Tianzun is also evenly matched, and the battle between Mangshi and Ziyang Tianzun is almost a flesh-to-blood collision, which is extremely fierce.
But Elder Shiyuan was even more terrifying, he actually used the power of one person to directly suppress the three of them without temper.
On the other hand, Mo Yan Wushang, although relying on the morning bell and evening drum to suppress the four great heavenly venerables, the morning bell and evening drum are attacking emperor-level spiritual treasures, which consume a huge amount of their own energy.
Now Mo Yan Wushang's bright and clean forehead had begun to drip a little sweat, and it was quite difficult to suppress it now.
"Miss Wushang! Let the white-browed Tianzun who is the weakest here, and I will deal with it!"
With his eyes flickering, Zhuo Wen suddenly laughed out loud, stepped on the sole of his foot, and rushed towards Mo Yan Wushang, his voice rolling like thunder.
"This damned little bastard!"
Hearing Zhuo Wen say this about him, the white-browed Tianzun exposed the blue veins on his forehead, and his eyes were full of anger.
This Zhuo Wen is really too unkind, actually under the watchful eyes of everyone, he ran against Baimei Tianzun so much, and as the weakest of the five Tianzun, Baimei Tianzun hated others saying that he was the weakest.
But Zhuo Wen not only said it, but also yelled so loudly without any scruples, where did Baimei Tianzun put his old face?
"Zhuowen! Are you okay? Baimei Tianzun is a strong Tianzun after all." Mo Yan Wushang said with some concern.
"Don't worry! Now when the white-browed old dog was at the peak of his strength, he used up a lot of methods to capture me. Now that his arm has been broken and his strength has dropped too much, he may not be my opponent. Just let him go. !"
Zhuo Wen's words were not polite at all, and directly hit Baimei Tianzun's sore spot, and Baimei Tianzun was so angry that his lungs exploded.
Mo Yan Wushang's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, as Zhuo Wen said, the white-browed Tianzun had his arm broken by the one on the eighteenth floor, and his strength was far inferior to before.
Originally, Baimei Tianzun should be in the early stage of Tianzun Realm, but now his strength may have dropped by nearly 30 to 40%, which is equivalent to a warrior at the peak of Jinzun Realm.
"Then be careful yourself!"
Mo Yan Wushang nodded, with a swipe of his jade hand, and with a flick of the sound wave power in the morning bell and evening drum, the white-browed Tianzun was ruthlessly ejected, in a messy figure.
The withdrawal of Baimei Tianzun undoubtedly made Mo Yan Wushang much easier. Now, using the morning bell and evening drum to deal with Huangjue Tianzun, Xiyue Tianzun and Guanghan Tianzun seems to be more than capable.
"Little bastard! I'm going to peel your skin, stretch your tendons, and crush your bones, making your life worse than death!"
As soon as he was released, the white-browed Tianzun stared at Zhuo Wen with his cold gaze, as if staring at his prey.
Zhuo Wen laughed, and stared at Baimei Tianzun playfully, and said: "You who have lost your arm, do you really have the strength to capture me and torture me?"
"Hmph! Even if my strength is damaged, you are just a warrior in the Supreme Realm, what qualifications do you have to compare with me! Come die!"
Baimei Tianzun snorted coldly, and his whole body was like a big roc spreading its wings, and flew towards Zhuowen in an instant. The milky white Yuanli spit out, turned into a huge palm, and slapped Zhuowen.
"That young man is Zhuowen? Isn't Zhuowen rumored to have disappeared? Why did he appear from the abyss of the dungeon?"
Countless warriors around the dungeon also noticed Zhuo Wen. At this moment, Zhuo Wen had already returned to his original appearance. Many people still have deep memories of the amazing move in the Golden Luan Hall, so when Zhuo Wen appeared, many warriors took him I recognized it. JrNovels.com
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