Moreover, he discovered that after Dao Yi reached the seventh level, there was a qualitative change. This self-derived purple energy can be attacked or defended, and it is extremely powerful and terrifying.

Under the support of Ziqi, the surrounding explosive energy had no effect on him at all.

Zhuowen lowered his head and stared at the man in blood armor who was pierced between his brows. The man in blood armor stared at Zhuowen firmly, but his body was lifeless. His soul was pierced by Zhuowen's sword, coupled with the terrifying power of purple energy, The man in blood armor was not immune at all.

boom!

As soon as the man in blood armor died, the huge blood-killing formation collapsed, and the ninety-nine blood-colored pillars were shattered into countless powders, and the raging blood flames that existed in the blood-killing formation disappeared.

"The blood-killing formation has been broken, and this boy actually possesses seven levels of Daoist intentions..."

Outside the blood killing formation, many monks watched this scene helplessly, their eyes full of disbelief.

The true god is the power to control the power of the galaxy, and the vitality is much more tenacious than the gods. Even the true gods of the same level want to kill each other. It is extremely difficult.

Even the killers sent by the Blood God Temple to assassinate the true god powerhouse usually use this blood killing array to strangle them. From this, it can be seen that the true god is very difficult to kill.

But now, a cultivator in the early days of the mere god, with a sword, broke through the blood killing formation, and killed the true god who presided over the blood killing formation.

"Seven levels of Taoism? Kill the true god?"

Jing Hai's tender body trembled, her beautiful eyes no longer had the calmness and calmness before, some were unbelievable.

"Is he really a monk in the early days of the gods?" Jinghai murmured with complicated eyes.

"Who is this kid? I've never seen this kid before!"

The blood-killing array was broken, and many monks around began to inquire about Zhuo Wen's identity. Soon, the rumor that Zhuo Wen was Tai Xin's disciple spread among the crowd.

"It's actually a new disciple of Venerable Taiqing. No wonder it's so terrifying and powerful. This comprehension is too scary, isn't it? He has already comprehended the seventh level of Dao?"

After hearing that Zhuo Wen was Tai Qingshou's disciple, everyone showed relief, but they were more surprised. After all, what Zhuo Wen did was really shocking.

In Taiqing Fairyland, there has never been a precedent for someone to kill a true god in the early days of a god, but Zhuo Wen broke this precedent.

Zhuo Wen fell to the ground, holding the Excalibur, his face was extremely pale.

The increase in the seventh level of Taoism is indeed terrifying, but the burden on Zhuo Wen's soul is still too heavy, and the Taoism on his body is still constantly improving, causing acupuncture-like pain in his soul.

Not only that, Zhuo Wen's injuries were also quite serious, his whole body was stained red with blood, like a bloody man.

"Junior Brother Zhuo, are you okay?" Lian Meng came to Zhuo Wen's side and asked worriedly.

Especially seeing that Zhuo Wen is like a blood man now, Lian Meng's beautiful eyes are red, and his voice is full of sobs, he said: "Junior Brother Zhuo, am I very useless, it seems that I have not been able to help from the beginning to the end."

Zhuo Wen turned his head back with difficulty, stared at Lianmeng beside him, stretched out his right hand, rubbed Lianmeng's head, and said with a smile: "No, senior sister, you have helped a lot, you are very good, after you gain actual combat experience in the future, absolutely He is a very powerful true God.�

This time, Lianmeng did not refuse Zhuo Wen to touch her head, she just lowered her head, but her eyes showed firmness, she must practice seriously in the future, and she will never hold others back.

However, Zhuo Wen's right hand froze quickly, because an illusory voice suddenly came from his mind.

He is no stranger to this voice, because the owner of this voice is his master Taiqing.

"Zhuowen, do you want to feel the power of Xutian? Don't you want to experience the power that can be produced when Xutian is combined with the power of Taoism?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed confusion, he withdrew his right hand, silently looked at the blood-stained right hand, and said silently in his heart: "The power of Xutian?"

"Zhuowen, this is the last thing I can do for you. When your Taoism reaches the eighth level, the power of Xutian in the crystallization of Taoism will be completely passed on to you. Do you want to feel it? Now You still have a choice."

"Although your Taoism has forcibly rushed to the seventh level, you can still stop it as a teacher, and you will not lose your mind, and your vitality can last for a while."

"But when the Dao's will completely reaches the eighth level, Xutian's power will erupt, which is already an uncontrollable force. You can only be forced to comprehend the nine-fold Tao's will, and a trace of the nine-fold Tao's artistic conception will bloom."

Taiqing's voice was still illusory, and it was impossible to tell where the voice came from, but Zhuo Wen knew that Taiqing must be watching him at this moment, and he was also waiting for Zhuowen to make a decision.

Lianmeng found that Zhuo Wen withdrew his right hand, could not help raising his head, and looked at Zhuo Wen suspiciously.

"The power of Xutian, the artistic conception of Jiuzhong..."

Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, but there was a blazing look in his eyes, and he said: "Those who hear the Tao, live and die; embark on the journey of cultivation, isn't it just to pursue the peak?"

"People have to die. If you can see the peak power and mysterious artistic conception before you die, what regrets will you have when you die?"

Zhuo Wen slowly raised his head, and the purple air around him suddenly boiled, like a hurricane, becoming extremely violent.

Lianmeng was caught off guard, affected by the sudden boiling purple air, she couldn't help but retreat several kilometers away.

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