Zhuo Wen thought to himself that he didn't provoke this blood hate sky, but this blood hate sky was so ruthless as soon as he made a move, which made Zhuo Wen's heart full of coldness.

"Xiao Yu, help me control this first Yang Dao sword!" Zhuo Wen suddenly said to Xiao Yu in the Canglong Palace via voice transmission.

At this moment, Xiao Yu, who was standing in the square of Canglong Palace, had a pretty face full of excitement, clenched her fists tightly, nodded deeply and said, "Don't worry, Brother Mu, Xiao Yu will not let you down."

Saying that, the Nine Suns imprint on Xiao Yu's collarbone suddenly burst into a blazing golden light, and a special force spread out from Xiao Yu's body, like invisible tentacles.

This special power gushed out of the Canglong Temple, and finally landed in the palm of Zhuo Wen's right hand.

"Brother Mu, this is the controlling power of my Nine Suns Physique. With the power of control, you can forcibly control the Nine Suns Dao Sword."

"Fortunately, this Blood Hentian only released the first Yang Dao sword, and this first Yang Dao sword is the weakest and best one to control. With my power of control, this first Yang Dao sword, Brother Mu, you It can be taken by force."

After Xiao Yu exerted that special power, her pretty face turned pale, her white teeth clenched her lower lip, and her whole body was dripping with sweat.

"Well, hard work!"

Zhuo Wen nodded, holding this special force in his right hand, Zhuo Wen even silently surrounded the water droplets from the Yellow Spring around his body, just in case.

Whoosh!

The first Yang Dao sword was extremely fast, and it flew in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant. Zhuo Wen could even clearly feel the blazing high temperature erupting from the first Yang Dao sword. This high temperature was more terrifying and hot than the magma in the earth's core many.

As soon as the sword came, it chopped at Zhuo Wen's limbs, intending to cut off his limbs.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent, and he saw his right hand formed into a claw, and the special power in his palm erupted, and he buckled towards the First Yang Dao Sword.

"Is this Mu Zhuo looking for death? He actually went to pick up the Nine Suns Dao Sword with his bare hands, haha, what an ignorant person is so fearless!"

Zhuo Wen's behavior immediately evoked bursts of laughter, and many warriors were joking and sarcastic, thinking that Zhuo Wen was looking for death at all.

But in reality, these mocking people were given a big slap in the face.

The moment Zhuo Wen's right hand touched the First Yang Dao Sword, the First Yang Dao Sword buzzed, and the sound of the sword's sound was full of fear and submission.

Then Zhuo Wen grabbed the First Yang Dao Sword in his palm under the eyes of everyone, as cleanly as if he was holding an ordinary sword.

In an instant, the whole audience fell into silence, and that Xue Hentian stood still in place as if petrified.

After grabbing the first Yang Dao sword, Zhuo Wen put it into the spirit ring without hesitation, and immediately took a explosive step, like an arrow off the string, his figure instantly disappeared into the terrifying dark cloud formed by resentment.

As soon as Zhuowen entered the cloud of resentment, there were endless sounds of howling ghosts and howling wolves, and countless resentments around him rushed towards Zhuo Wen as if they had seen a fishy cat.

However, Zhuo Wen smiled coldly, more than fifty drops of water from the Yellow Spring surrounded his body like a hungry wolf, and all the resentments looted around him were refined by the Yellow Spring.

After a while, a vacuum environment of several feet was formed around Zhuowen. Within this range of several feet, the surrounding resentment lingered constantly, and they dared not approach Zhuowen at all.

"It's really a terrifying resentment. Could it be that the blood cauldron has accumulated thousands of years of resentment? There should be more than that, right?"

Zhuo Wen strolled leisurely amidst the endless resentment, but showed a deep thought.

However, Xue Hentian from the outside world showed a look of rage. Although he couldn't understand why his first Yang Dao sword was taken away by Na Muzhuo, the Nine Yang Dao Sword was his foundation, and now it was snatched by everyone Going away, no matter in terms of face or mood, is intolerable to Xue Hentian.

"The six commanders, as well as the chief manager, Zang Feng, will break through this cloud of resentment together with the palace master. Today, Mu Zhuo can't get away."

Xue Hentian let out a cold shout and jumped up, and the manager Zang Feng naturally followed closely behind.

Among the six commanders, the first commander frowned slightly, but he did not disobey Xue Hentian's order, and followed Xue Hentian with five commanders.

A group of eight people, with their supreme strength, broke through a hole in the cloud of resentment and got in instantly.

However, this cloud of resentment is too huge, and the resentment inside is too much and too dense, so after half a stick of incense, the eight people of Xuehentian returned without success.

"Palace Master, Namu Zhuo seems to have a secret method that can make resentment retreat. He is like a tiger with wings in this cloud of resentment. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to go in and look for it." Zang Feng said in a deep voice.

"Then what should we do? And how did this son take away the first Yang Dao sword in the Nine Suns Dao Sword? The first Yang Dao sword was completely refined by the Palace Master long ago, and it was taken away by this son directly Yeah, it's really weird."

What Xue Hentian cared most about was his No. 1 Yang Dao Sword. After all, it was the Holy Artifact of the Earth Immortal, and it was also his strongest hole card. Now that Zhuo Wen took it away, how could he not be in a hurry.

Zang Feng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of something, he said in a deep voice: "Mansion Master, at present, except for the powerful immortal saints, the only ones who can seize the Nine Suns Dao Sword are the ones who have the Nine Suns Physique The descendants of the Nine Suns Heavenly Lord."

"Huh? Do you think that Mu Zhuo has the physique of Nine Suns and is a descendant of Nine Suns Heavenly Lord?" Xue Hentian squinted his eyes.

"Besides this speculation, I really can't think of any other results! Besides, this person was brought by a blood general, maybe he knows something." Zang Feng said.

Xuehentian's eyes moved slightly, and finally landed on the body of the blood demon not far away. His eyes were a little cold, and he said: "Blood general, this person is your helper, do you have anything to say?"

Feeling Xue Hentian's sharp gaze, the Blood Demon complained incessantly. He never thought that Zhuo Wen would make such a big fuss, and even finally snatched Xue Hentian's First Yang Dao Sword. JrNovels.com