Seeing that the brilliance on the surface of the scroll was getting dimmer, Cao Rong jumped over the wall in a panic and couldn't help shouting that if no one came to help him now, he would surely die.

"Lord Cao Rong is a member of the Chaos Temple, and the worm is the source of disaster. Let's help Master Cao Rong together."

"That's right! That's right, the Heavenly Insect can be punished by everyone, let's go together."

"..."

Cao Rong's words immediately received the response of many people, and I saw that many casual cultivators with no background or sect in the Nine Nether Realm were excited and rushed out one after another.

Moreover, most of these random cultivators are semi-saints, and the weakest is the Invincible Emperor. Zhuo Wen can even find some saints who are not weak in cultivation.

"This group of idiots, it's fine to send them to death in the past. Are you going to give nourishment to the celestial insects?"

Looking at the many rogue cultivators rushing out, he didn't know that these rogue cultivators with no background or sect had their own ideas.

I'm afraid it's under the banner of helping Cao Rong, and I want to use this to build a relationship with Cao Rong, so that I can enter the Chaos Temple.

The Temple of Chaos is a well-known power in Central China. Even in the remote East, many warriors have heard of it. It can be seen how difficult it is to enter the Temple of Chaos.

And to be able to enter this chaotic temple, there is no doubt that it must have a bright future, and it is probably not a dream to become a mysterious saint, a heavenly saint, or even an immortal saint.

"You all get lost, the Heavenly Worm, which even Lord Cao Rong can't deal with, you're going to die."

Zhuo Wen jumped up suddenly, out of good intentions, and in order not to let the worms continue to grow, Zhuo Wen finally planned to stop these ignorant casual cultivators.

"What are you? The Heavenly Insect has sealed off the entire Nine Nether Realm, and now the entire Nine Nether Realm should fight against the enemy and help Master Cao Rong repel the Heavenly Insect."

"But you stopped us. Do you have any wolfish ambitions, or are you an accomplice of the Heavenly Worm?"

One after another full of questioning, rushed towards Zhuo Wen overwhelmingly, causing Zhuo Wen to frown slightly...

A sharp light flashed across Zhuo Wen's eyes, and with a stroke of his right hand, the terrifying holy power turned into a huge golden palm.

The golden palm shot straight out like a sharp arrow, and rushed into the countless casual cultivators gathered at the edge of Jiuyoutian in an instant.

"ah!"

A scream sounded, and what the golden palm was pointing at was a middle-aged man with gloomy eyes.

At this moment, the middle-aged man looked horrified, but he didn't expect Zhuo Wen to attack him directly.

"Open it for me!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, laws lingered all over his body, holy power gushed out, and he also condensed a big hand.

Click!

However, when the two big hands touched, the big hand condensed by the middle-aged man's holy power collapsed instantly, and the middle-aged man was pinched by the big hand like a chicken.

"Bockers, die!"

Zhuo Wen uttered these words, and squeezed his big hand, the middle-aged man let out a muffled grunt, and was directly crushed to pieces.

Hiss!

Seeing Zhuo Wen's iron-blooded methods, those casual cultivators gasped and fell silent.

How terrifying Zhuo Wen's strength is, they have all seen it in Jiuyoutian, this son survived the saint's calamity, and his cultivation base was promoted to the Xuanxuan Saint Realm in one fell swoop.

And his combat power is even more capable of fighting against the saints in the cloudy holy realm, coupled with the fact that he has the immortal sacred weapon in his hands, this son is absolutely terrifying, and ordinary saints are no match for this son at all.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

Zhuo Wen's killing intent was awe-inspiring, staring at the numerous casual cultivators in front of him.

He knew that these casual cultivators were hermit powerhouses hidden in the great secluded places, where they did not show mountains or waters, and were extremely low-key.

Now that the Nine Nether Realm has undergone major changes, these hidden powerhouses have finally been brought out.

It's just that although these hidden powerhouses are strong enough, no matter how strong they are, they can't be stronger than Qingyu'an, the master of Qinglong Palace.

And the middle-aged man who made a fuss just now is a saint who is the same as Zhuo Wen, who has glimpsed the sacred realm, but in Zhuo Wen's hands, he is vulnerable.

"Junior, are you too rampant?"

Suddenly, an inconspicuous figure walked out of many casual cultivators.

This figure was hunched over, leaning on a crutch in his right hand, over seventy years old, trembling, as if he would fall down at any moment. JrNovels.com