In the future, the Death Sacrifice Sword will be another big trump card for him, and its power may be much stronger than that of the Seal Eater.

Of course, the power of the Devouring Seal is actually not weaker than the Death Sacrifice Sword, but the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine restrictions on the Devouring Seal have not been completely broken. And it will be strong, and it will be much stronger.

When Zhuo Wen swept out of the Death Sacrifice Cave, he immediately discovered an extremely dazzling flame bursting out from the deepest part of Wuji Taixu.

This blaze seemed to be soaring into the sky, as if it had the ability to burn the sky, most areas of Wuji Taixu were enveloped and spread by this blaze.

At the moment when the flames rose, Zhuo Wen also received a message from Ziwei Xingjun.

"A burning bug appeared?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes lit up, and his heart became interested. He knew that the burning bug was actually Zhu Rong's Gu.

Now the avatar is still deep in the deserted planet's core. Through his connection with the avatar, Zhuo Wen was pleasantly surprised to find that the energy emitted by the magma refined by Zhurong's Gu can actually enhance the strength of the avatar.

Although Zhuo Wen didn't know much about the road ahead in the Three-Extreme Realm, he knew that Zhu Rong's Gu could improve the strength of the clone in the Three-Extreme Realm, which would definitely be of great benefit to him.

That being the case, Zhuo Wen was naturally the one who wanted to get the Zhurong Gu.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen rushed towards the fire core.

After a while, he came not far from the fire. At this moment, a lot of monks gathered here, and all of them were not weak. Even Zhuo Wen found that several strong men who realized the living environment should be from the Hundred Halls of the Great Purity Fairyland. The level of the palace master.

Among them, Zhuo Wen also saw a familiar figure with a bald head and a blood robe, and the bloody smell on his body was extremely pungent.

"Blood God, the Lord of the Blood God Palace!"

Zhuo Wen glanced at the bald man in the blood robe, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

At the beginning, the Blood Temple sent wave after wave of killers to kill him, so that he could only use the Dao Crystal in advance. Qiu Zhuowen remembered this clearly.

At the beginning, Zhuo Wen turned the blood god temple upside down, almost turned the blood god temple upside down, and in the end even if he comprehended a little bit of the ninefold Taoist will, he was no match for the blood god.

Although it has been a long time, Zhuo Wen doesn't care about what happened back then.

But now that he has encountered the words of the blood god, he naturally pays attention to it. If there is a chance, Zhuo Wen will naturally not let the blood god go.

Of course, Zhuo Wen will not consider this matter until the matter of Zhu Rong's Gu is resolved.

After all, everyone's attention is now on Zhu Rongzhi Gu. If he takes action to destroy the blood god now, it is obviously unreasonable.

Zhuo Wen's unfriendly gaze was immediately noticed by the blood god, and he coldly glanced at the young man in white behind him, feeling that this boy seemed familiar.

But the blood god couldn't remember exactly where he saw it, but the blood god had already secretly remembered the young man in white.

Dare to look at him with that kind of eyes, he is looking for death. After this matter is over, if the blood god meets this child again, he will definitely capture him and slowly torture him to death.

"Brother Zhuo!"

A sound transmission came, and Ziwei Xingjun quickly rushed to Zhuo Wen's side.

At the same time, Ziwei Xingjun looked Zhuo Wen up and down, and he found that he couldn't see through Zhuo Wen at the moment.

The current Zhuo Wen would definitely be inconspicuous among this group of monks, but Ziwei Xingjun would not think that the young man in white in front of him was just an ordinary monk.

He knew that if the young man in white showed his sharpness, the power he would erupt would be extremely powerful and terrifying.

Before the separation in Wuji Taixu, Ziwei Xingjun could still feel Zhuo Wen's specific cultivation base, but now he can't feel it at all, so there is only one possibility, that is, Zhuo Wen's cultivation base has improved again.

Thinking of this, Ziwei Xingjun looked at Zhuo Wen more solemnly, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Brother Zhuo, did you... break through?"

Zhuo Wen smiled slightly, and did not answer Ziwei Xingjun's words, but put his eyes on the front and said: "Brother Ziwei, can you tell me about the current situation?"

It was said that Ziwei Xingjun also knew that Zhuo Wen probably didn't want to talk about his cultivation, but Ziwei Xingjun was even more afraid and awed by Zhuo Wen.

"The flaming worm that the ancestor of the Shanhe Palace said appeared. The flaming worm was extremely irritable when it appeared, and it exploded into a terrifying flame."

"This flame is extremely terrifying. If cultivator Xutian Badeng is sprayed, his soul and body will be completely disintegrated and annihilated, and his body and body will be destroyed. Even though the strong ones in the enlightenment state can parry it, it is quite reluctant to parry."

"And I also found that this burning bug has not yet fully awakened, and its strength is not weaker than the general life and death two extremes. This guy is really terrifying."

Speaking of this, Ziwei Xingjun's eyes are serious. Although he has advanced to the three extremes, his strength is at most equivalent to the death awareness level, and there is still a big gap between the two extremes of life and death.

Zhuo Wen nodded, his eyes fell on the front, tens of thousands of miles away, there were huge ruins of buildings, in the ruins, the flames were soaring into the sky, inside, there was a phantom of a burning bug continuously roaring, the voice There is a hint of urgency and longing and anxiety in it.

There are hundreds of monks surrounding the building complex, and all of them are powerful masters.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen found that these monks were faintly looking forward to more than a dozen figures in front of them. JrNovels.com