Chapter: 2385
On the surface of this golden gun, there are golden lines flowing, which looks mysterious and distant.
This process is very similar to the previous scene where Yan Ruhuo turned the golden pattern into a long sword. Obviously, Yan Ruhuo should have also entered the temple and successfully embodied the long sword.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen flicked the big golden gun in his hand, the blade of the gun pierced through the air, producing a hissing sound of tearing the air, which sounded extremely harsh, and the space that the big gun passed through just now was also torn apart by that powerful power. Cracked into a black crack.
"It's so sharp, it can cut even space."
Zhuo Wen's eyes showed joy, and he muttered to himself.
"It seems that the function of this temple is to teach you how to visualize your own luck, and the stronger the luck, the stronger the weapon, which also indicates that if you want to become stronger, you should go to others to fight for more Good Luck."
Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang swept to Zhuo Wen's side, staring at the big golden gun in Zhuo Wen's hand with satisfaction.
Zhuo Wen responded, and immediately recruited Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang into the sea of ??consciousness, and stepped out of the temple in one step.
"Perhaps the two avatars should be called back, and it's time to do a good job."
Walking out of the temple, Zhuo Wen suddenly found that there were three more people gathered outside the temple.
Perhaps seeing Zhuo Wen coming out, the three people who were waiting suddenly showed fear in their eyes.
"It's Wen Zhuo, let's go."
One of the young men in black clothes whispered something, and immediately fled towards the distance.
The other two were stunned for a moment, and immediately followed the young man. The speed of the three was quite fast, and they disappeared in a flash.
"Shi Yi?"
Looking at the young man in black clothes who ran away without even looking, Zhuo Wen's mouth curved slightly.
This young man Zhuo Wen is no stranger to him, he is the same as Shi Yi, a disciple of the Slaughtering League in the seventh stage when he won the Holy Luck in the second level.
At that time, after Zhuo Wen killed Wu Lan and Zheng Tang in a row in the ring, he met Shi Yi later.
Originally, Zhuo Wen planned to deal with Shi Yi cleanly and directly, but the latter was extremely cunning, relying on the technique of assassination and concealment to hide himself, and then immediately abstained, avoiding his death.
Now that he met Shi Yi again, how could Zhuo Wen let him go.
Moreover, the two people who followed Shi Yi looked at their clothes, and they were also disciples of the Killing League, and their cultivation bases were not weak, and they were actually invincible emperors.
"You can't escape."
Zhuo Wen smiled coldly, the golden lines between his brows flitted out and combined into a golden gun, and immediately Zhuo Wen threw his right hand violently, directly towards the fleeing Shi Yi.
"No!"
Sensing the whistling wind coming from behind him, Shi Yi had a ferocious face, shouted angrily, and turned around directly, trying his best to mobilize the power of Shengyun, trying to resist the shot.
Shi Yi also has two golden patterns, but he has not learned the ability to visualize holy luck. Obviously, Shi Yi has not entered any temple.
It was also destined that Shi Yi would suffer extremely from this blow.
Pooh!
Undoubtedly, Shi Yi's defense was like paper. The golden spear pierced through his body like a rainbow, and the former was even torn apart, bursting into a cloud of blood mist.
"Run away!"
Looking at Shi Yi who was instantly killed, the other two disciples of the Killing League burst into tears, shouted loudly, and fled in two directions.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen rushed to the side of the big golden gun, grabbed the handle of the gun with his right hand, and immediately threw the big golden gun towards the young man on the right.
And Zhuo Wen's body is chasing the man on the left. Relying on the power of the Holy Body, Zhuo Wen is like a vigorous cheetah, running continuously on the ground at an extremely fast speed.
"ah!"
A scream sounded, and the young man on the right was directly caught up by the golden gun, passed through his chest, and exploded into a cloud of blood mist without any accident.
"No! I can't die."
The warrior on the left naturally also heard the screams of his companions, and felt even more frightened.
"You have to die if you don't die." JrNovels.com
This process is very similar to the previous scene where Yan Ruhuo turned the golden pattern into a long sword. Obviously, Yan Ruhuo should have also entered the temple and successfully embodied the long sword.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen flicked the big golden gun in his hand, the blade of the gun pierced through the air, producing a hissing sound of tearing the air, which sounded extremely harsh, and the space that the big gun passed through just now was also torn apart by that powerful power. Cracked into a black crack.
"It's so sharp, it can cut even space."
Zhuo Wen's eyes showed joy, and he muttered to himself.
"It seems that the function of this temple is to teach you how to visualize your own luck, and the stronger the luck, the stronger the weapon, which also indicates that if you want to become stronger, you should go to others to fight for more Good Luck."
Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang swept to Zhuo Wen's side, staring at the big golden gun in Zhuo Wen's hand with satisfaction.
Zhuo Wen responded, and immediately recruited Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang into the sea of ??consciousness, and stepped out of the temple in one step.
"Perhaps the two avatars should be called back, and it's time to do a good job."
Walking out of the temple, Zhuo Wen suddenly found that there were three more people gathered outside the temple.
Perhaps seeing Zhuo Wen coming out, the three people who were waiting suddenly showed fear in their eyes.
"It's Wen Zhuo, let's go."
One of the young men in black clothes whispered something, and immediately fled towards the distance.
The other two were stunned for a moment, and immediately followed the young man. The speed of the three was quite fast, and they disappeared in a flash.
"Shi Yi?"
Looking at the young man in black clothes who ran away without even looking, Zhuo Wen's mouth curved slightly.
This young man Zhuo Wen is no stranger to him, he is the same as Shi Yi, a disciple of the Slaughtering League in the seventh stage when he won the Holy Luck in the second level.
At that time, after Zhuo Wen killed Wu Lan and Zheng Tang in a row in the ring, he met Shi Yi later.
Originally, Zhuo Wen planned to deal with Shi Yi cleanly and directly, but the latter was extremely cunning, relying on the technique of assassination and concealment to hide himself, and then immediately abstained, avoiding his death.
Now that he met Shi Yi again, how could Zhuo Wen let him go.
Moreover, the two people who followed Shi Yi looked at their clothes, and they were also disciples of the Killing League, and their cultivation bases were not weak, and they were actually invincible emperors.
"You can't escape."
Zhuo Wen smiled coldly, the golden lines between his brows flitted out and combined into a golden gun, and immediately Zhuo Wen threw his right hand violently, directly towards the fleeing Shi Yi.
"No!"
Sensing the whistling wind coming from behind him, Shi Yi had a ferocious face, shouted angrily, and turned around directly, trying his best to mobilize the power of Shengyun, trying to resist the shot.
Shi Yi also has two golden patterns, but he has not learned the ability to visualize holy luck. Obviously, Shi Yi has not entered any temple.
It was also destined that Shi Yi would suffer extremely from this blow.
Pooh!
Undoubtedly, Shi Yi's defense was like paper. The golden spear pierced through his body like a rainbow, and the former was even torn apart, bursting into a cloud of blood mist.
"Run away!"
Looking at Shi Yi who was instantly killed, the other two disciples of the Killing League burst into tears, shouted loudly, and fled in two directions.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen rushed to the side of the big golden gun, grabbed the handle of the gun with his right hand, and immediately threw the big golden gun towards the young man on the right.
And Zhuo Wen's body is chasing the man on the left. Relying on the power of the Holy Body, Zhuo Wen is like a vigorous cheetah, running continuously on the ground at an extremely fast speed.
"ah!"
A scream sounded, and the young man on the right was directly caught up by the golden gun, passed through his chest, and exploded into a cloud of blood mist without any accident.
"No! I can't die."
The warrior on the left naturally also heard the screams of his companions, and felt even more frightened.
"You have to die if you don't die." JrNovels.com
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