As Xiao Hei said, he handed the forty-eight Golden Swords of Beginless Demon floating around it to Zhuo Wen, and after a few more instructions, he returned to the spirit ring.

Although Xiao Hei tried his best to conceal it, Zhuo Wen could still see the exhaustion in Xiao Hei's eyebrows. It was obvious that refining sword embryos was not that simple for Xiao Hei.

"Let's refine the forty-eight beginningless demon golden swords and sword embryos first!"

Zhuo Wen's gaze was serious, the aura of the beginningless demon golden sword embryos was terrifying, especially the demon nature revealed, which added a fierce aura to the might of the forty-eight sword embryos.

It took Zhuowen four days to finally completely refine the forty-eight Wushimo golden swords.

Whoosh whoosh!

In the room, Zhuo Wen stood up abruptly, and the forty-eight Wushimo golden swords around him rushed out one after another, forming terrifying black whirlpools of killing intent.

Every vortex of killing intent is filled with monstrous demonic intent, as if there is an ancient devil hidden in this vortex.

With a wave of Zhuo Wen's right hand, the vortex of killing intent disappeared, but his eyes were full of surprise.

He could feel the power of the forty-eight Wushimo golden swords. Once all of the Wushimo golden swords were used, the terrifying killing whirlpool would be enough to kill any monk below Xutian, even if he faced Wu Shiwu head-on. Zhuo Wen is no longer afraid of Han's kind of monk who ascended to the sky.

And this is the reason why he has not fully mastered the Wushimo Golden Sword. Once mastered, his combat power will only be stronger.

Also, the Wushimo Golden Sword is just a sword embryo. If Zhuo Wen can find the Tiangang Demon Fire in the future and completely refine the Wushimo Golden Sword embryo, the power of the Wushimo Golden Sword will become terrifying.

Putting away the beginningless magic gold sword embryo, Zhuo Wen smiled happily, this time the beginningless magic gold is Zhuowen's biggest harvest.

creak!

Suddenly, the door of Zhuo Wen's room was pushed open, and Ren Yong'an walked in with an ugly expression.

"Brother Long, something has happened!" Ren Yongan said seriously.

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, looked at Ren Yong'an, feeling ominous in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Ren, what happened?"

Ren Yongan sighed in his heart, and said: "Brother Long, you will find out when you come to the lobby with me!"

Although Zhuo Wen was puzzled, he obediently followed Ren Yongan into the lobby.

At this moment, quite a few people gathered in the lobby of Ling Xiao Pavilion, all of them looked outside.

Through the gaps between the crowd, Zhuo Wen also paid attention to the outside, and found that there were a large number of monks gathered on the street outside, but his eyes soon fell on a figure outside, his pupils constricted into needles.

In the middle of the street outside, a dead body was hanging.

The corpse was covered with scars all over its body, and the skin on its back was even peeled off. The skin hung above the stake and fluttered in the wind. There was a bloody word written on it: Those who offend the Illusion Sect will die without a burial!

And this corpse is none other than Fan Yang who entered the Tianjie Stone with Zhuo Wen before.

Although Zhuo Wen hadn't been in contact with Fan Yang for a long time, Zhuo Wen admired Fan Yang very much. He didn't expect that Fan Yang's dead body was already on the street not long after.

"Brother Long, don't be impulsive. Fan Yang went to the street market yesterday to buy some items. I didn't care at the time, but not long after that, his body was hung in front of Ling Xiao Pavilion..."

Ren Yong'an naturally felt Zhuo Wen's anger, quickly persuaded him softly, and continued: "There is also Cao Xuan'an from the Illusion Sect who came to pick up the Tianshi. If you go out, you will be tricked by Miao Xuan."

Zhuo Wen turned a deaf ear and walked out of the lobby slowly. Ren Yongan frowned slightly, and grabbed Zhuo Wen with his right hand, trying to pull Zhuo Wen back. He didn't care about Miao Xuan, but he had to care about Cao Xuan'an.

Cao Xuan'an is well-known in the Illusory Sect, but the True God of the Second Disaster, who has survived sixteen fires, is much stronger than him and Miao Xuan.

Even though Zhuo Wen had killed the bald man before, he didn't think that Zhuo Wen would be the opponent of Cao Xuan'an.

It's a pity that Zhuo Wen easily dodged the right hand that Ren Yongan grabbed.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Zhuo Wen fled out of the lobby and landed in front of Fan Yang's corpse hanging on a wooden stake in the middle of the street.

"What do you want? Dare to obstruct our Illusion Sect from doing things?"

The four black-armored monks standing around the stake shouted sharply, but unfortunately, as soon as they finished speaking, their bodies exploded into blood mist.

Three of them died directly, while the other spit out a mouthful of blood and slammed it heavily on the shop behind, almost unconscious.

The surrounding crowd gasped. They stared at all this in a daze, thinking in their hearts that this man is a lunatic who killed a member of the Illusion Sect with a single strike. Aren't they afraid of the Illusion Sect's revenge?

Zhuo Wen cut off the wooden stake, hugged Fan Yang's body, and then took out pieces of sacred stones from the spirit ring, and combined them into a crystal clear coffin with powerful divine power.

"This guy is so rich, he actually used divine stones to make coffins..."

Everyone was shocked again, and some even showed greed in their eyes, but after seeing the fate of the four black-armored monks, the greed in their eyes quickly disappeared. JrNovels.com