"kill!"

Zhuowen made a move without warning, and he was merciless. Wherever he passed, most of the disciples of the Illusion Sect were not Zhuo Wen's one-shot opponents. The corpses fell from the sky of the Illusion Sect like raindrops.

It's a pity that most of the ants killed the elephants, although most of the Illusion Sect disciples were not Zhuo Wen's opponents.

But this is the old lair of the Illusion Sect, their territory, and there are countless disciples in it.

Zhuo Wen killed one wave and another wave came again, almost making the Illusion Sect bloody.

Pooh!

Countless supernatural powers and artifacts came to greet him, and the Wushimo golden sword around Zhuo Wen was blasted away, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

But Zhuo Wen didn't give himself any chance to breathe, he was still waving the purple sword with both hands, the six layers of Taoism poured out continuously, increasing his own strength, killing wave after wave of disciples of the Illusory Sect .

"We're about to reach the exit, hold on for a while!"

Zhuo Wenzun was bleeding all over his body, and the bloodstains on the corners of his mouth were shocking. Even Zhuo Wen in black was not in a good condition.

With so many disciples of the Illusory Sect besieging them, no matter how against the sky, it is impossible for the two of them to be unscathed.

At this moment, countless monks gathered around the Star Continent where the Illusion Sect is located, most of them are casual cultivators and the children of other small forces.

When countless monks were plundered from the Illusory Sect and formed a patrol team, they had already attracted the attention of these nearby monks.

And when Zhuo Wen rushed into the encirclement and killed countless disciples of the Illusion Sect, these monks were completely shocked.

They knew instantly that someone single-handedly broke into the Illusion Sect to make trouble, isn't this courting death?

Of course, when these monks saw this troublemaker, like cutting straw, killing the surrounding Illusory Sect disciples, they knew that this troublemaker was not simple.

"Who is this kid? He came to the Phantom Sect to make trouble, isn't this a suicide attempt?"

"Why do I think this guy looks familiar, I seem to have seen this guy before!"

"This is Zhuo Wen, the casual cultivator who played tricks on the Eight Great Sect Masters in the Zhongyu Galaxy Grand Competition. This guy is so courageous. Not long after he played on the Eight Great Sect Masters, he actually sneaked into the Illusion Sect to make trouble by himself."

In the crowd, someone immediately recognized Zhuo Wen, and his voice was full of excitement.

The crowd was even more uproarious.

During this period of time, the name Zhuo Wen was well-known to everyone, and everyone knew it.

In the star field, those who can be jointly wanted by the eight major sects at the same time, although not said to be unprecedented, are definitely unprecedented.

At least before Zhuowen, no monk had ever been wanted by the eight sects.

It is for this reason that Zhuo Wen's name is well-known in the eight major sects. Of course, being a household name is not a good reputation.

"Then Zhuo Wen is finished, you see the law enforcement elders of the Illusion Sect are here!"

Suddenly, the crowd noticed that in the depths of the Illusion Sect, the white-haired old man had left the Nether Palace and was heading straight towards Zhuo Wen at an extremely fast speed.

Zhuo Wen also noticed the white-haired old man who was getting closer and closer behind him, and felt anxious. He was still some distance away from the entrance, and he was really not in a good condition now.

Surrounded by so many Illusion Sect disciples alone, it is enough for him to drink a pot, let alone the white-haired old man and other elders of Illusion Sect.

The white-haired old man quickly noticed the pile of corpses below, and his chest was filled with anger.

The white-haired old man stared at Zhuo Wen with red eyes, and roared: "You are looking for death, killing so many disciples of my Illusion Sect, I want you to pay with blood."

As he said that, the white-haired old man stepped behind Zhuo Wen with a step, and slammed down with his palm, causing the space around Zhuo Wen to be distorted.

boom!

Lei Huojian slammed it, blocked the white-haired old man's palm, and at the same time said to Zhuo Wen through voice transmission: "Boy, you go first, I will help you block this old guy."

Zhuo Wen smiled wryly, this time he really made a mistake in his budget.

The Phantom Sect is not as weak as he imagined. After all, it is one of the top ten sects. He thought it too simple, so that now he is surrounded, and it is difficult to escape.

"Kill him!" the white-haired old man ordered to the dozen or so elders behind him.

Whoosh whoosh!

Immediately, more than a dozen elders rushed towards Zhuo Wen. At the same time, the surrounding disciples of the Illusion Sect also showed excitement, and their attacks became more intensive and terrifying.

And the two elders led by the dozen or so elders were the two powerful men whose arms had been cut off by Zhuo Wen before. JrNovels.com