Chapter: 3394
He was already injured in the first place, and he had been running for his life continuously for half a month. The exhaustion of his mental and physical strength had a great impact on him.
However, the many monks chasing him fought on wheels and did not give Zhuowen any chance to rest. This also caused Zhuowen to consume so much in just half a month.
In the end, Zhuo Wen landed on a peak. He had reached the limit completely, and immediately turned around, staring calmly at the more than two hundred monks flying over the sky in front of him.
Originally, there were only nearly a hundred people who besieged Zhuowen at the beginning, but more than 20 people were killed by the self-exploding Jidao Fire Sword, leaving only more than 70 monks.
But the half-month chase naturally alarmed the rest of the monks on the fifteenth floor, and then other monks also joined the ranks of the siege.
The original team of more than 70 has now grown to more than 200, which is almost two-thirds of all monks on the fifteenth floor. After all, those who can come to the fifteenth floor are not mediocre, and the number is naturally small. would be too much.
"What? Can't run anymore?"
A man with a full beard on his face put his hands on his shoulders and stared jokingly at the exhausted Zhuowen in front of him.
He also saw that Zhuo Wen had reached his limit, and now he couldn't escape from their grasp.
"Haven't you handed over the spirit ring on your body quickly?"
"Be sensible, hand over the spirit ring, and honestly tell me what you got from Falling Devil Valley, maybe we will let you die quickly."
"..."
Many monks around the bearded man were clamoring, not paying attention to Zhuo Wen at all.
Zhuo Wen looked up at the people in front of him, his eyes were full of coldness, and said: "Since you want my spirit ring, then I will give it to you!"
With that said, Zhuo Wen took off the spirit ring and threw it at everyone.
"Rob!"
The moment Zhuo Wen threw out the spirit ring, many monks showed fiery eyes, and rushed out eagerly, wanting to fight for the spirit ring.
And the bearded man who spoke just now was the fastest, almost far ahead of the crowd, with a stroke of his right hand, he grabbed the spirit ring in his hand.
However, the moment the bearded man grasped the spirit ring, he screamed, his right arm was severed at the shoulder, blood spattered, and the severe pain made him involuntarily cover the wound on his severed right arm.
Whoops!
The bearded man sensed something was wrong, and quickly retreated. Unfortunately, a terrifying thunderbolt struck his forehead like a sharp sword.
Pooh!
In an instant, the bearded man exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and he couldn't die any more.
The death of the bearded man immediately made many monks looting from behind stiffen and look dull.
Immediately, everyone saw that a figure full of black thunder came out from the spirit ring.
This person was dressed in a black robe, with devilish energy billowing all over his body. There was a faint purple-black thunder in the devilish energy, as if terrifying thunder was constantly brewing in the dark clouds.
This person took the spirit ring slowly, put it on the middle finger of his right hand leisurely, and immediately stared at the many monks in front of him with a pair of black magic pupils.
These eyes are full of ancient indifference, giving everyone the feeling that God is looking down on them indifferently.
At this moment, in these eyes, all of them are as humble as ants.
"Yes...it's the guy who survived twenty thunder disasters, he is a true god of thunder!"
In the crowd, someone's voice trembled.
The True God of Extreme Thunder is the first step of the True God of Extreme Dao. According to legend, the True God of Extreme Thunder has the terrifying combat power of Xutian, and has mastered the ultimate power of thunder disasters. He is a terrifying true god that only exists in legends.
Now, in front of their eyes, the True God of Extreme Thunder really appeared, and the aura of the True God of Extreme Thunder was so powerful that they were all terrified.
"Do you want a spirit ring? Just come and grab it. I can tell you clearly that there are countless calamity crystals, many precious mineral veins, many precious medicines, endless resources, and the In the inheritance of the power of the magic way."
"All of these things are in my spirit ring. If you can kill me, then all these things are yours."
Zhuowen in black, shrouded in demonic energy, uttered a bewitching magnetic voice, which instantly ignited the greedy desires in the hearts of countless monks present.
"So what about True God Ji Lei? It's just one person, but we have two hundred people. If we all go up together, this person will definitely die."
In the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, as if emboldening himself and everyone else.
"Yes! It's just one person, there are so many of us, so what if this person is the True God of Thunder?"
"The True God of Ji Lei originally existed in the legends. This person is just pretending to be a ghost. The purpose is probably to make us retreat in spite of difficulties. Don't be fooled." JrNovels.com
However, the many monks chasing him fought on wheels and did not give Zhuowen any chance to rest. This also caused Zhuowen to consume so much in just half a month.
In the end, Zhuo Wen landed on a peak. He had reached the limit completely, and immediately turned around, staring calmly at the more than two hundred monks flying over the sky in front of him.
Originally, there were only nearly a hundred people who besieged Zhuowen at the beginning, but more than 20 people were killed by the self-exploding Jidao Fire Sword, leaving only more than 70 monks.
But the half-month chase naturally alarmed the rest of the monks on the fifteenth floor, and then other monks also joined the ranks of the siege.
The original team of more than 70 has now grown to more than 200, which is almost two-thirds of all monks on the fifteenth floor. After all, those who can come to the fifteenth floor are not mediocre, and the number is naturally small. would be too much.
"What? Can't run anymore?"
A man with a full beard on his face put his hands on his shoulders and stared jokingly at the exhausted Zhuowen in front of him.
He also saw that Zhuo Wen had reached his limit, and now he couldn't escape from their grasp.
"Haven't you handed over the spirit ring on your body quickly?"
"Be sensible, hand over the spirit ring, and honestly tell me what you got from Falling Devil Valley, maybe we will let you die quickly."
"..."
Many monks around the bearded man were clamoring, not paying attention to Zhuo Wen at all.
Zhuo Wen looked up at the people in front of him, his eyes were full of coldness, and said: "Since you want my spirit ring, then I will give it to you!"
With that said, Zhuo Wen took off the spirit ring and threw it at everyone.
"Rob!"
The moment Zhuo Wen threw out the spirit ring, many monks showed fiery eyes, and rushed out eagerly, wanting to fight for the spirit ring.
And the bearded man who spoke just now was the fastest, almost far ahead of the crowd, with a stroke of his right hand, he grabbed the spirit ring in his hand.
However, the moment the bearded man grasped the spirit ring, he screamed, his right arm was severed at the shoulder, blood spattered, and the severe pain made him involuntarily cover the wound on his severed right arm.
Whoops!
The bearded man sensed something was wrong, and quickly retreated. Unfortunately, a terrifying thunderbolt struck his forehead like a sharp sword.
Pooh!
In an instant, the bearded man exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and he couldn't die any more.
The death of the bearded man immediately made many monks looting from behind stiffen and look dull.
Immediately, everyone saw that a figure full of black thunder came out from the spirit ring.
This person was dressed in a black robe, with devilish energy billowing all over his body. There was a faint purple-black thunder in the devilish energy, as if terrifying thunder was constantly brewing in the dark clouds.
This person took the spirit ring slowly, put it on the middle finger of his right hand leisurely, and immediately stared at the many monks in front of him with a pair of black magic pupils.
These eyes are full of ancient indifference, giving everyone the feeling that God is looking down on them indifferently.
At this moment, in these eyes, all of them are as humble as ants.
"Yes...it's the guy who survived twenty thunder disasters, he is a true god of thunder!"
In the crowd, someone's voice trembled.
The True God of Extreme Thunder is the first step of the True God of Extreme Dao. According to legend, the True God of Extreme Thunder has the terrifying combat power of Xutian, and has mastered the ultimate power of thunder disasters. He is a terrifying true god that only exists in legends.
Now, in front of their eyes, the True God of Extreme Thunder really appeared, and the aura of the True God of Extreme Thunder was so powerful that they were all terrified.
"Do you want a spirit ring? Just come and grab it. I can tell you clearly that there are countless calamity crystals, many precious mineral veins, many precious medicines, endless resources, and the In the inheritance of the power of the magic way."
"All of these things are in my spirit ring. If you can kill me, then all these things are yours."
Zhuowen in black, shrouded in demonic energy, uttered a bewitching magnetic voice, which instantly ignited the greedy desires in the hearts of countless monks present.
"So what about True God Ji Lei? It's just one person, but we have two hundred people. If we all go up together, this person will definitely die."
In the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, as if emboldening himself and everyone else.
"Yes! It's just one person, there are so many of us, so what if this person is the True God of Thunder?"
"The True God of Ji Lei originally existed in the legends. This person is just pretending to be a ghost. The purpose is probably to make us retreat in spite of difficulties. Don't be fooled." JrNovels.com
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