Zhuo Wen looked at the fleeing blood tiger and blood droplet indifferently, but he was amazed at the strength of the Xutian power that suddenly flooded his body.

And his dao will is still improving, but the speed of improvement is much slower than before, and there is still a long way to go from the peak of the eightfold dao will.

Zhuo Wen silently looked at the divine sword in his hand, and found that the divine sword in his hand was completely broken. He knew that the divine sword was just an ordinary heavenly artifact obtained from Yang Tong.

Just now he just used a sword with the power of Xutian, the sword could no longer bear it, and it began to crack.

"It seems that this sword can only bear the power of Xutian once at most?"

Zhuowen murmured in a low voice, his right hand became a claw, and the divine sword split in two. Then Zhuowen quickly patted the two cut-off swords twice with his right hand. The two cut-off swords carried the purple rain and rushed out, slashing across the air Gorgeous purple meaning.

Xuehu and Xuedizi naturally felt the sharp sound of breaking through the air behind them, and they knew that Zhuo Wen had already launched an attack.

"It must be blocked!"

This is the only thought that Xuehu and Xuedizi have now, so they used their strongest methods at the same time.

Among them, the blood tiger bit the tip of its tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood, and with the power of blood, it condensed a huge blood tiger that shocked the world. It is enough to tear the general true god.

The blood droplet took out a bloody gear-like weapon. He held the bloody gear and turned it violently. Afterwards, the bloody gear cut a bloody arc across the sky and heavily blocked in front of him.

It's a pity that the moment the blood tiger and the blood-colored gear touched the broken sword carrying the purple rain, they burst into countless blood rains one after another.

And the two cut-off swords instantly penetrated the eyebrows of Xuehu and Xuedizi, destroying their deep souls, causing them to fall.

At this moment, the scene was terribly quiet, and many onlookers were all stunned. Xueyun, Xuehu and Xuedizi were the third of the top ten blood protectors in the Blood Temple, so they were eliminated like this?

"Only when there is pressure will there be motivation. At the peak of the Eightfold Dao, and whether you can bloom that trace of the Ninefold Dao, you must give yourself enough pressure!"

Zhuo Wen, who was suspended in mid-air, looked through a cloud of mist and landed on the Blood Temple that was also very far away.

I saw Zhuo Wen grabbing it with his right hand, and the purple rain all over his body rolled and condensed in his palm, and finally formed a sword with purple light shining.

With the divine sword transformed by the power of Taoism, Zhuo Wen knew that it was enough to withstand Xu Tian's power.

"Blood Temple..."

Zhuowen stepped into the air with one step, and the surrounding purple rain and the purple mist in the sky collapsed and disappeared without a trace, while he turned into a purple shadow and disappeared in place.

"That's the direction of the Blood Temple. Could it be that this kid wants to go to the Blood Temple to destroy it?"

The fall of Xueyun and the others made many monks stupefied, but their attention was still on Zhuo Wen. Seeing Zhuo Wen plundering in a certain direction at this moment immediately aroused everyone's speculation.

But what's more, many monks sacrificed their flying artifacts one after another, and rushed towards the direction of the blood temple. They wanted to see, did Zhuo Wen really dare to break into the blood temple alone?

"Senior Sister Jinghai?"

Lianmeng also sacrificed the flying artifact and wanted to follow the team, but soon she saw Jinghai and Bi Shuang who were also following behind not far away.

Jinghai also noticed Lianmeng, her pretty face was a little unnatural, she said to Lianmeng: "Junior Sister Lianmeng, I misunderstood Junior Brother Zhuo before, and I hope Junior Sister Lianmeng will not blame her previous behavior."

Lian Meng shook her head and said: "Since it's a misunderstanding, let's expose it, let's go up and have a look, I'm still a little worried about Junior Brother Zhuo."

Jing Hai nodded, and immediately the three of them turned into a long rainbow and headed towards the Blood Temple.

...

The Blood Temple stands in the center of the Blood Mountains. Around these Blood Mountains, there are bright blood rivers flowing, surrounding the Blood Mountains, forming a ring-shaped river of its own.

At this moment, there were ten blood pillars standing in the Blood God Temple, and the seventh blood pillar sank slowly, revealing a blood coffin.

"Old ten, old nine and old eight are all dead, what's going on?"

Inside the blood coffin, a man wearing a blood-colored toga walked out, and he said in a hoarse voice.

"Old Qi, go and check, not only the three of them died, but I also sensed that the blood killing array that was set up before was broken by someone, probably the same person did it." Inside the first blood column , came a cold voice.

The blood-robed man nodded and quickly left the hall.

However, just as the blood-robed man left the Blood God Temple and hovered over the Blood God Temple, intending to fly towards the direction where the blood cloud and the others fell, a purple figure quickly swept over in front of him.

"what?"

The blood-robed man just uttered such a sentence, and a purple sword slashed like lightning, and his head was immediately decapitated.

And his flying head opened his eyes, and he naturally saw the figure who cut off his head, with purple hair, holding a purple long sword, and a very mysterious and terrifying aura surging around him.

When the blood-robed man looked at the figure, the figure turned around slowly, with a pair of purple eyes, he glanced at the blood-robed man's head lightly. JrNovels.com