"Let's make this muddy water even more muddy!"

Zhuowen in black had an evil smile on his lips. No matter if it is the top ten sects such as the Illusion Sect, Qiankun Sect, Chongxu Peak, or the Magic Bead Sect, if you want to rob him of Zhuowen's things, you must be mentally prepared. just work.

Thinking of this, Zhuowen in black quietly left the place and headed towards Hanoi Tower Square.

No one expected that Zhuo Wen, who was exhausted from running around, would return at this critical moment.

At this moment, the scramble for the square has almost reached a fever pitch. When Zhuo Wen arrived at the square, everyone was stunned. Tens of thousands of monks out of more than 100,000 monks had already fallen directly.

Of course, the fallen monks were basically casual cultivators or less powerful disciples.

The monks of the top ten sects are basically more cautious, and now the sect giants are also watching all the time, obviously waiting for the casual cultivators to continue to consume, and when the consumption is almost exhausted, it is time for them to make a move.

Zhuowen in black silently mixed into the snatching crowd, but his joining did not attract anyone's attention.

Although his whole body was full of devilish energy, he was at best regarded as an ordinary devil cultivator by others.

The huge movement on the side of the Tower of Hanoi has already aroused monks from other galaxies around. Naturally, some joined the fight from the outside. Naturally, it is not bad for a strange magic cultivator like Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen observed the surroundings quietly, and found that among the top ten sects, Banyue Temple and Tianmo Island did not join the ranks of the scramble, while the other eight sects were secretly mixed in the crowd, waiting silently.

Zhuo Wen was not in a hurry, he was also waiting, waiting for the eight sects to attack and kill each other.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen paid special attention to Lei Qi of the Illusion Sect, and found that Lei Qi was following closely behind You Yewei. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, but they quickly faded away.

After another three hours, the number of casual cultivators became less and less, only about ten thousand remained.

The monks of the eight major sects all had their eyes shining, and they used their magical powers and artifacts one after another, and rushed towards the jade bottle, and the giants of their respective sects took the lead.

You Yewei made a move with his right hand, and the terrifying energy turned into a giant hand, holding the jade bottle in that giant hand.

It's a pity that a giant sword like a mountain fell from the sky, and the giant energy hand collapsed inch by inch.

You Yewei's eyes were gloomy. The owner of this huge sword is Xiao Yi, the suzerain of the Qi-practicing sword sect.

It's just that Xiao Yi's giant sword had just chopped off You Yewei's giant energy hand, Yang Muqiu waved his sleeve robe, and the demonic energy condensed into a giant sword, instantly blasting the giant sword away.

All of a sudden, the eight suzerain giants all tore their faces and began to fight together. The aftermath of the battle was like the end of the world, and the surrounding squares trembled violently, as if they could not hold on.

As for the monks of the eight major sects, they also fight on their own, with other casual cultivators mixed in.

However, due to the serious loss of casual cultivators, they were suppressed by the few cultivators of the eight major sects for a while.

"Everyone, these eight major sects are basically using our casual cultivators as spearmen. When we snatched the starry sky essence of the sky, these guys were dormant behind. When we are almost exhausted, now they are going to take action to wipe out our casual cultivators. .�

In the crowd, Zhuo Wen knew that he should stand up. Even if the monks of the Eight Great Sects did not completely target casual cultivators, he also knew that if he wanted to confuse the situation, he had to make up random things.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhuo Wen's words came out, nearly ten thousand casual cultivators were filled with righteous indignation. Thinking of the attitude of the eight major sects just now, they immediately knew that they were being used as guns.

"This brother is right. These eight major sects are really hateful. They just deliberately let us kill each other, and now they want to be the last fisherman. We can't let them succeed, come on!"

"Come on, are the Eight Great Sects so great? This is Zhongyu, not the territory of their Eight Great Sects. Why are you afraid? Kill them!"

"..."

Zhuowen's words were like a fuse, and nearly ten thousand casual cultivators recklessly blasted their magical powers and offensives at the cultivators of the eight major sects.

"kill him!"

Ling Zhuo of Ling Xiaozong's sharp eyes immediately noticed that Zhuowen in black clothes was billowing with demonic aura stirring people's hearts, snorted coldly, and headed towards Zhuowen to kill.

The corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth was full of sneers, he was not afraid of Ling Zhuo at all, he squeezed his right hand, and condensed a terrifying lightning sword.

Ling Zhuo's artifact was also a long sword, but when he saw the Extreme Thunder Sword in Zhuo Wen's hand, his expression changed drastically.

He felt the terrifying energy in the extreme thunder sword, but unfortunately, he had already rushed in front of this demon cultivator, if he retreated, his flaws would definitely be exposed, so he could only continue to attack.

boom!

The Jidao Thunder Sword instantly collided with Ling Zhuo's Excalibur, and then Ling Zhuo's Excalibur shattered, and the Jidao Thunder Sword passed Ling Zhuo's neck without hindrance.

Pooh!

Ling Zhuo didn't even hum, his head shot up into the sky, a blood mist erupted, and his soul was shattered.

Terrifying thunder filled Ling Zhuo's whole body, and then Ling Zhuo's whole body was shattered into powder, even the Xu Tianqiao in his body was not spared.

Although Ling Zhuo is the first genius of Ling Xiaozong, his cultivation level is actually not high, he is only the second ascendant of Xutian. To Zhuo Wen, who is already the True God of Extreme Thunder, he is like an ant. JrNovels.com