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At the moment of killing the emperor, the undead old monster, Bai Meisheng, Wuhou and Yongye Pluto also took out their own sacred weapons, and surrounded the Canglong Palace from all directions.

The smile on the corner of Zou Tianzong's mouth became more and more intense, and following the five of them, Hei Yan stroked out strokes, and Hei Yan towered into the sky.

The attacks of the six paths landed on the Canglong Temple, and the pale giant dragon around it roared upwards, its body burning with terrifying pale flames, blocking the attacks of the saints of the six paths.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the explosion was mixed with the sound of the dragon's chant, resounding in Jiuyoutian, and the sound of the dragon's chant contained a trace of sadness.

Pooh!

In the Canglong Hall, Zhuo Wen's face became paler and he spit out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes were red, and there was a look of refusal to admit defeat.

"break!"

Zhuo Wen roared angrily, continuously absorbing the energy of Fuxi Ding, running the energy of Canglong Hall, resisting the attack of the Six Paths Saints...

"Continue to attack!"

Zou Tianzong said something lightly, but the black flame brush in his hand was constantly depicting the void, billowing black flames constantly plundering out.

Not to be outdone, the other five great sages unleashed their most powerful attacks one after another.

In an instant, above the Nine Nether Heavens, the majestic power was overwhelming, and all of them bombarded the Canglong Hall.

The pale giant dragon surrounding the Canglong Palace let out a mournful cry, and the pale flames all over its body were completely annihilated, and the huge dragon's body became riddled with holes under the saint's attack.

"Although this hall is powerful and is a sacred artifact, how much power can you, a mere ant in the seventh-layer emperor realm, exert? In your hands, it is simply a waste of everything."

The corners of Zou Tianzong's mouth were full of sneers, with an expression of winning.

Pooh!

Zhuo Wen knelt on the ground with one knee, blood mist erupted all over his body, and a few cracks appeared on the surface of his body. The saint's attack put too much pressure on him, and his body almost couldn't bear it and was about to collapse.

But Zhuo Wen didn't care, he fixed his eyes on the unconscious figure not far behind Zou Tianzong, and murmured in a low voice: "I will... take you away."

As he spoke, Zhuo Wen gritted his teeth and stood up slowly. Even though he was seriously injured, he still endured the pain and stood up like an unstoppable mountain.

Seeing that stubborn figure, Zou Tianzong and the other six saints all stared at him. Zhuo Wen's will moved them a little.

"Burning Tianzong, Azure Dragon Hall, Shengwuzong, Baihuayuan, Immortal Altar, Killing League, Yachahai, as long as I, Zhuowen, can survive in the end, I will definitely turn all of you upside down and make everyone restless."

Zhuo Wen's eyes were red, staring at the six saints in front of him, and said word by word.

Zou Tianzong narrowed his eyes, and said indifferently: "Heaven and earth turned upside down? Chickens and dogs are restless? Little ants in the seventh-level emperor realm dare to utter such words? It's really a dream."

The other five saints also laughed loudly, their smiles were full of disdain and coldness, and they didn't take Zhuowen's words to heart at all.

In their view, if Zhuo Wen hadn't relied on such a sacred artifact as the Canglong Temple, he would have died thousands of times by now.

"Continue, as long as you continue to bombard it, the aftermath of the attack alone will be enough for this son. I don't believe how long this son can hold on?" Zou Tianzong said coldly.

Boom boom boom!

The other five saints naturally had no objection. Although they all had their own ghosts, the goal now was surprisingly the same, that is, to kill Zhuo Wen first.

"Long Xiaotian, come and help Zhuowen."

A black light flashed out and turned into a little black dog, he hurriedly shouted to Long Xiaotian who was not far from the square.

Long Xiaotian nodded, walked to Zhuo Wen's side, and said to Xiao Hei: "What do I need to do? I'm not familiar with this hall at all."

"Put your hand on Zhuowen's shoulder, and input your own holy power at the same time. Use the holy power to activate the Canglong Temple, which can increase its power several times. Next, I will help Zhuowen transform your holy power." Xiao Xiao Hei dignified and authentic.

Long Xiaotian nodded, put his right hand on Zhuowen's shoulder, and a stream of holy power poured in, while Xiao Hei stood on Zhuowen's shoulder, silently helping Zhuo Wen transform this holy power.

"Zhuowen, are you okay?" Long Xiaotian looked at Zhuo Wen with some concern, and said involuntarily.

However, Zhuo Wen was unmoved, his eyes fixed on the direction of Mu Chenxue, like a sculpture, motionless.

"This..." Long Xiaotian's pupils narrowed slightly, and he turned to look at Xiao Hei.

"This kid's consciousness has begun to slacken. The saint's offensive is too terrifying. Even the aftermath is not what this kid can resist. If it weren't for the obsession in his heart, he wouldn't even have the strength to stand up."

Xiao Hei sighed, and began to circulate the holy power poured in from Long Xiaotian. JrNovels.com