"Yao Xiong, who is the other person?" Luo Suo suddenly said in a low voice.

Yao Xiong smiled mysteriously, and said: "You will know soon, I think you all know this guy."

Seeing the mysterious look on Yao Xiong's face, Luo Suo curled his lips, but didn't ask any further questions.

Ghost Curse Empress had a gloomy face all the time because she had suffered a dark loss in Zhuo Wen's hands, so naturally she was not in the mood to ask more questions, while Zhuo Wen was new here, so naturally she would not talk too much.

The group of four waited for another half an hour, and suddenly there was a violent howling sound from the sky, and then in the depths of the sky, a huge black vortex appeared.

In that terrifying black vortex, there were actually dense hooves of horses, as if a divine horse was rapidly grazing towards the depths of the vortex.

The black vortex sank rapidly downward in the shape of an inverted funnel, and at the tip of the funnel, a black horse with incomparable steeds could be vaguely seen rushing towards it.

This scene is as if the black horse is rolling in this terrifying black vortex.

Boom!

The black horse fell to the ground, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, all of which were shattered, while the black vortex slowly dissipated.

Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his attention fell on the man on the black horse.

This man looked to be about thirty years old, wearing black armor like fish scales, with a dark mask on his face, he looked like a ferocious ghost.

What makes Zhuo Wen even more depressed is that the aura on this person is extremely powerful, even stronger than the law enforcement elder of the Illusion Sect back then, but far worse than You Wushi.

Zhuo Wen guessed that this person's cultivation was probably also at the peak of the Xutian Seven, and it was very likely that he was at the peak of the Xutian Seven.

Now that Zhuo Wen is facing this person, even if he plays all his cards, the chances of winning may not be great.

After all, the reason why Zhuo Wen was able to kill the law-enforcing elder of Xutian Qideng at the beginning was all due to the power of Ziwei Xingjun in the Thunder Fire Sword.

In the previous battle, Xiao Hei had used up all of Ziwei Xingjun's power.

With Zhuo Wen's current strength, it can be compared to the monks of Xutian Liudeng, but it is still difficult to go up to Xutian Qideng.

Of course, Zhuo Wenzun's cultivation base can reach the fifth level of the virtual sky, and his clone becomes the true god of extreme fire. Zhuo Wen is not afraid of the monks who have reached the seventh level of the empty sky.

"Di Ling? Didn't expect you to invite him here too?" Luo Suo frowned, and said extremely fearfully.

The ghost curse empress also came back to her senses at this moment, she couldn't help but let out a low voice, and a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.

Of course, the object of fear of the ghost curse empress is not Zhuo Wen, but the man who is slowly coming on a black horse.

"Di Ling?"

Zhuo Wen said silently, it was really the first time he saw this person, but this person's cultivation was so strong that even Zhuo Wen was extremely afraid.

He knew that this emperor spirit should be very famous in this far west, otherwise Luosuo and Guishao empress would not have shown such fearful expressions.

Di Ling came in front of Yao Xiong, then got off his horse, glanced at the people around him, and finally looked at Yao Xiong and said, "I thought you could find a good helper, but why did you find a bunch of rubbish?"

As soon as these words came out, he was surrounded by chains all over his body, breathed heavily, looked at Di Ling coldly and said, "What did you say? Who is trash?"

Di Ling turned his head slightly, looked at Luosuo indifferently, and said, "What do you think? Since you know it well, don't say it. Trash still looks like trash."

Bang!

Luosuo let out a low growl, and flicked his right hand, the chains on his body began to swim quickly like a snake, and then hundreds of black chains turned into countless water jets, shot out, and rushed towards the Emperor Spirit.

Yao Xiong frowned slightly, but he didn't make a move. In his opinion, this locked lock was too impulsive. Wouldn't it be asking for trouble to make a move on Di Ling?

An evil smile appeared on the corner of Di Ling's mouth, and his eyes suddenly became extremely pale, looking extremely strange.

bang bang bang!

The hundreds of chains that had been looted were all shattered and turned into countless black powders, scattered and scattered in the sky.

Pooh!

As if being hit hard, Luosuo spat out a mouthful of blood, flew upside down, and hit the ground, his face pale and bloodless.

Ghost Curse Empress trembled all over, looking at Di Ling's eyes, she became more and more frightened.

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, he realized that he had underestimated this Emperor Spirit a little bit, this person's strength was much stronger than the Law Enforcement Elder of the Illusion Sect.

Di Ling took another look at Zhuo Wen, and just now he hit the lock and flew away. The monks who climbed three times in the sky didn't seem to be surprised, and he didn't even see the fear in Zhuo Wen's eyes like a ghost cursing a lady.

Although Zhuowen's reaction was rather strange, Di Ling didn't think too much about it. After all, in his opinion, Zhuowen was just an ant, even if it was a little unusual, he couldn't catch it. JrNovels.com