"Zhuowen, I am your uncle. If you dare to kill me, you are deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors."

Xuanzhong twisted and struggled, unable to move a single inch under the restraint of the two giant hands. He also panicked when he heard Zhuo Wen threatened to kill him, and couldn't help but hiss.

"Before you sneaked up on old man Shao and joined forces with the Martial Saints to attack and kill me, why don't you feel that you are deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors?"

The corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth was full of sneers, and he said, "Don't you think it's ridiculous to say such things now that you are defeated by me?"

Xuanzhong's face was slightly stagnant, and he quickly turned his head to look at Shao Yu who was not far away, and said, "Junior Brother Shao Yu, are you just pampering your disciple like this and doing something wrong? I am his uncle, and it is only natural for him to kill me." Not allowed."

"As a senior brother, you attack and kill me from behind; as an uncle, you join forces with martial arts saints to kill Zhuo Wen; it is not Zhuo Wen who is against the law, but you." Shao Yu stood up slowly, his gaze was indifferent.

"Shao Yu, what are you talking about? You mean..."

Xuanzhong's forehead began to break out in cold sweat, Shao Yu's words made him feel a little ominous.

"Zhuowen, just do it, I will take all the responsibilities for you." Shao Yu said lightly.

Zhuo Wen nodded, jumped up, landed on the two giant hands, with lightning speed, and came to Xuan Zhong, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Uncle Xuanzhong, originally we had no grievances or enmities. You are an uncle, so I should have respected you."

"However, when you came to ask for someone in front of the Azure Dragon Hall, you helped the tyrant, arrested me, and even put me to death. In fact, it has been a long time ago, and I have forgotten it."

"But you shouldn't, you shouldn't, your disciple Xuanchi actually attacked my friend, and you even targeted me everywhere. Now because of a trace of hatred, you want to put me to death. I am not a saint. A scourge like you , must not stay."

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Wen flicked his right hand, and the tiger-headed golden spear pierced through the void and passed through Xuanzhong's neck.

Pooh!

A line of blood shot out, and immediately a head shot up into the sky with the line of blood, turned into a parabola and fell from the sky, rolled on the ground several times before finally coming to a stop.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the area where the Wusheng Pagoda was located became much more silent and stagnant. Everyone watched the scene silently, unable to say a word.

Xuan Zhong, the semi-sage who mastered the laws of Xuanming, is also at the level of a martial saint. Even if his combat power is not as good as that of a martial saint, the difference will not be too much.

Now, to be beheaded by a young man of the same generation as them, it was too shocking for them.

Whoosh!

A phantom suddenly came out of Xuanzhong's corpse and fled towards the distance.

"Zhuowen, please remember, I will definitely report this matter to Master Yanji and the others, saying that you deceived your master and exterminated your ancestors, and beheaded your fellow martial uncle."

A voice of resentment came from this phantom, but the speed of its escape was not slow at all, on the contrary, it was faster.

"Escape? Is it that easy?"

"Sky Lock Dragon Seal, Lock Sky Lock Earth!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent, and with a flip of his right hand, the sky lock and dragon seal flitted out, extending out a series of extremely terrifying black chains, like countless black pythons, rushing out.

The chain speed was extremely fast, and it caught up with Xuanzhong's Nascent Soul in an instant, binding Xuanzhong's Nascent Soul layer by layer, making it impossible for him to escape.

With Zhuo Wen's right hand retracted, the black chains retracted one after another, and they were put into Zhuo Wen's pocket, and Xuan Zhong's Nascent Soul was also held in his palm.

"you��"

Xuan Zhong was full of fear and struggled hard, but unfortunately, how could he in the Nascent Soul form break free from Zhuo Wen's restraint.

"You should stay in the spirit ring first!"

Zhuo Wen said lightly, and then stuffed Xuanzhong Yuanying into the spirit ring, and his eyes fell on the Martial Saint not far away, who was still bombarding the bowl-shaped golden bowl.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen's face was a little pale, and the battle with Xuan Zhong just now had consumed him a lot, so he immediately took out the Snow Lotus Biying Pill in the spirit ring and took it.

The surging medicinal power spread all over the body, and the injuries on Zhuo Wen's body were relieved by the pervasive medicinal power.

Perhaps feeling Zhuo Wen's gaze, Wu Sheng stopped his movements and stared at Zhuo Wen with a little fear.

"Zhuowen, I don't care about your affairs. I let you leave Wusheng Pagoda, but you can't interfere with the young monk's affairs. How about it?"

Wu Sheng spoke, and there was a soft tone in this sentence.

Zhuowen was able to kill Xuanzhong, which shows the horror of the former.

Although Martial Saint has comprehended the law of martial arts and mastered a higher power than Xuanzhong, he dare not say that he can kill Xuanzhong, but Zhuo Wen did it, so he was extremely jealous.

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