"Kill all the disciples on the deserted island."

Zhuowen gave instructions to the magic text, and the latter nodded.

Since Guisha didn't care about the life and death of the other disciples on the deserted island, Zhuo Wen would not be polite and let the magic text directly deprive the disciples of the deserted island of their luck.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

A series of screams sounded, and the ghost left, directly leaving the other disciples on the deserted island bewildered.

When the magic text descended on these desert island disciples, they used the method of thunder and began to kill by any means.

In an instant, the magic text was surrounded by countless blood mist. At this moment, he was like a demon god walking from hell, coming bathed in blood.

"Ten golden stripes!"

After killing all the disciples on the deserted island, the number of golden lines on Mo Wen's eyebrows increased to ten.

boom!

boom!

Two golden lights piercing the sky, from the world of yellow mist, soared to the sky again, and the vast holy power spread over the Jiuyou rooftop.

"The magic text and Buddhist text are going to be sanctified."

On the Jiuyou Tiantai Square, those eliminated disciples all raised their heads and stared at the two golden pillars with shocking expressions in their eyes.

...

"kill!"

During the process of Mowen and Fowen's breakthrough and sanctification, Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, staring at the disciples of the five major forces of Baihuayuan, Killing League, Immortal Altar, Yachahai and Qinglong Temple.

Not talking nonsense at all, he stepped forward with one step, and the golden spear in his hand was like a swimming snake, plundering towards these disciples.

"escape!"

Sensing the killing intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes, these disciples trembled all over, ignoring their dignity as warriors, and ran away as many as possible.

This Zhuo Wen was too terrifying. All the strongest geniuses of their five major forces were killed by this person. Although they were proud in their hearts, they didn't think they would be his opponents.

"Asshole!"

Qinglongzi's face was extremely ugly. Due to Yang Yi's interception in front, he could only watch the show, watching Zhuo Wen slaughter other disciples.

Pooh!

Pooh!

Bloody killings arose in the entire Huangwu world. In the hands of Zhuo Wen, none of the disciples of the five major forces survived a single move, and all of them were wiped out by him.

"We sacrifice our luck, don't kill us."

Finally someone became timid, and hastily sacrificed his luck and handed it over to Zhuowen, intending to send it out.

But Zhuo Wen didn't say a word, and the golden spear in his hand was like a death scythe, constantly harvesting the lives of these children.

The moment the spear pierced through the heart of the last disciple, Zhuo Wen stopped his movement, and saw his right hand suddenly retracted, and pulled out the golden spear, his eyes were indifferent, like the god of death in hell.

Yunran, Wu Die from Yaoshen Gong, Yang Yi, Fu Yu, Mo Yan Wushang and others from Jia Theological Seminary all stared at the bloody young man with complicated eyes.

At this moment, outside the Jiuyou rooftop, everyone also fell silent, their eyes fell on the light curtain.

On it, except for the disciples of the two major forces, Yaoshen Palace and Jiashen Academy, the names of the disciples of the other forces are all dimmed.

The only ones that still exist are Qinglongzi of Qinglongdian and Guisha of the deserted island. Apart from these two, there is no one else.

"Is this... all dead?"

Someone with dull eyes said in a low voice.

In the world of Huangwu, the most elite geniuses of the Nine Nether Realms are assembled, and they are also the disciples trained by the core of the major forces of the Nine Nether Realms.

Now, except for the disciples of Jiashen Academy and Yaoshen Palace, the disciples of the other seven major forces are almost dead, which is really terrifying. JrNovels.com