The speed of Candle Dragon's Wing is very fast, even those monks who have flying artifacts are far behind Zhuo Wen's current speed.

Seeing many monks getting farther and farther behind, Zhuo Wen let out a sigh of relief, but soon, he felt something was wrong.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, many transparent silk threads appeared in front of him, like spirit snakes, bound towards Zhuowen.

Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and the Ziyao Xinghe Excalibur slashed out, but what surprised him was that the Ziyao Xinghe Excalibur could not cut through the transparent silk thread, which shocked him extremely.

"You are too naive, this is the ten-thousand-year silkworm ice silk, you can't break it if you want to!"

A cold voice came from the side. A slender blue-robed monk looked at Zhuowen mockingly at the corner of his mouth. Between his hands were wrapped transparent silk threads.

The strange thing is that these silk threads are not only invisible to the naked eye, but even difficult to identify with the mind.

Seeing many monks approaching from behind, Zhuo Wen immediately summoned twelve Golden Swords of Infinity Demon, and raging black flames kept burning and jumping on the blades.

Click!

The Golden Sword of the Beginning Demon turned into a whirlwind of black flames, and immediately cut off the ten-thousand-year-old silkworm ice silk that was in the way in front of him, while Zhuo Wen flapped the wings of the candle dragon, and rushed towards the front like a whirlwind.

Although he was a little displeased with the blocking of the monk in blue, there were too many monks behind him, and he really didn't want to waste time, otherwise he would be caught up soon.

Nearly a hundred Xutian monks, although most of them have just been promoted to Xutian, but there are also strong Xutian first and second climbers. If surrounded by such a group of people, Zhuo Wen will be really troublesome.

The blue-clothed monk showed surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that the Beginless Demon Golden Sword that Zhuo Wen sacrificed was so sharp.

"Want to escape? Do you think it's possible? Your speed is indeed fast, but mine is only faster than yours."

The blue-clothed monk sneered, his whole body was like a ghost, he appeared above Zhuowen in an instant, his hands waved, and strips of transparent ten thousand-year-old silkworm ice silk were released, immediately blocking Zhuowen's way.

"If you want to die so much, I will fulfill you!"

Seeing the blue-clothed monk block him several times, Zhuo Wen felt an unknown fire in his heart, and the twelve golden swords of the beginningless demon turned into a whirlpool of killing intent, instantly crushing the ten-thousand-year silkworm ice silk in front of him.

The corner of the blue-clothed monk's mouth was slightly raised, and he unhurriedly sacrificed the ten-thousand-year silkworm ice silk again and again, forming a series of defenses in front of him.

The Beginning Demon Golden Sword is indeed powerful, but the monk in blue has already estimated the power of the Beginning Demon Golden Sword in advance. As long as he maintains the current output of Ten Thousand Years Silkworm Ice Silk, this person will definitely not be able to break through his defense.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and he naturally saw the blue-clothed monk's thoughts, and instantly sacrificed another twenty-four Wushimo golden swords.

Thirty-six Wushimo golden swords were combined to form a terrifying vortex of killing intent, and countless black flames burned into a huge storm.

bang bang bang!

The killing vortex formed by the thirty-six Wushimo golden swords is much stronger than the twelve.

The blue-clothed monk who had been leisurely releasing the ten-thousand-year silkworm ice silk apparently did not expect that Zhuo Wen could sacrifice more Wushimo golden swords, and the ten-thousand-year silkworm ice silk in front of him collapsed instantly.

Pooh!

The vortex of killing intent instantly passed between the brows of the monk in blue, and the latter's eyes were wide open, and after only saying a few words you, he fell to the ground, dying with regret.

Zhuo Wen swiftly put away the person's spirit ring, spread the wings of the candle dragon, and wanted to flee again, but unfortunately, the artifacts behind him hit him like a whirlwind.

In desperation, Zhuo Wen immediately controlled thirty-six Wushimo golden swords, forming a defensive momentum.

boom!

The sound of metal and iron clanging sounded, and the thirty-six Wushimo golden swords were almost blown away, and Zhuo Wen snorted, staring indifferently at the many monks who surrounded him.

"Fellow daoists, what do you mean?" Zhuo Wen looked around and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by snatching away the man who survived the tribulation just now?"

"Yes! Seeing that you look like that, you should be the accomplice of the man who crossed the catastrophe, right? You must have obtained a lot of good things in the Valley of Fallen Demons, right? Quickly hand over the spirit ring, abolish your cultivation, and we will let you go as a dog Life."

"Why spare this person's life? Just kill him. The things on him will be shared equally by everyone. The things in the Fallen Valley must contain many rare treasures."

"..."

The eyes of many monks around fell on Zhuo Wen, full of greed, as if Zhuo Wen had become a favorite in their eyes at this moment.

Zhuo Wen stared coldly at the people around him, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

In the eyes of these people, Zhuo Wen's life is a cheap life, he can be killed if he wants to, and let him go if he wants to.

"Let's kill this kid together!" JrNovels.com