"Ziqi Huawu, this is at least the eighth level of Taoism. Today, in Huaxia Domain, there is no fourth person who can reach the eighth level of Taoism, except for the Venerable Sanqing!"

"No, besides Venerable Sanqing, there is another person. This person was Tai Qingshou's disciple back then. Relying on the power of Taoism, he wiped out the entire Blood Temple in the realm of a true god, and even the Blood God was injured. .�

"It's him. I remember that person's name is Zhuo Wen, right? However, this person is also Zhuo Wen. Could it be that he is really the legendary disciple accepted by Venerable Taiqing hundreds of years ago?"

"..."

Finally, among the crowd, someone remembered the great event that happened hundreds of years ago in Taiqing Fairyland that caused a sensation in the whole fairyland and even the heavenly domain.

Although hundreds of years have passed, many people have almost forgotten it, but now someone mentions it, and everyone remembers it. Wasn't the disciple Tai Qingshou who destroyed the Blood Temple back then Zhuo Wen? It's exactly the same name as the young man in white in front of him.

"This person is the Zhuo Wen from hundreds of years ago? How is this possible? At that time, Zhuo Wen heard that he was in the Real God Realm, but now... he is already in the Death Realm? My God, this cultivation speed is too terrifying."

There was an uproar, and all the monks looked at the figure who was still fighting Su Liyang in disbelief.

"Purple rain under the purple mist!"

Zhuo Wen merged the purple swords in both hands, stepped out with one step, and cut out with one sword. Suddenly, the purple mist in the sky gathered together, and then dense purple rain fell.

And these purple rains gathered together at the moment when Zhuo Wen's purple sword slashed out, turning into sharp purple spirals, encircling and suppressing Su Liyang in all directions.

Su Liyang's pupils shrank, and a threat of death invaded his whole body, and then he let out a loud shout, bursting out countless tripolar powers in his body, instantly blasting away all the invading purple spirals around him.

Whoosh!

However, when Su Liyang blasted away the purple spiral, a purple light pierced the sky instantly, and then pierced into Su Liyang's chest.

Su Liyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and was thrown directly downward by a huge force, and finally fell to the ground, his whole body was nailed to the ground by a long purple sword.

The purple mist dissipated, the purple rain disappeared, and a white figure slowly fell from the void, and landed on Su Liyang who was nailed to the ground by the purple long sword, his eyes were indifferent and emotionless.

"Patriarch Shanhe lost? So fast!"

Looking at this scene one after another, there is only a strange silence around, and the sound of a needle falling can be heard.

But the monks of Shanhe Temple retreated quietly, and even the ancestors of Shanhe were dealt with. Didn't they die as cannon fodder in the past?

It is basically impossible for a strong man like Zhuo Wen to be killed by numbers. This is the common understanding of all monks, and this is also the reason why Xu Tian Jiudeng's position in the eight heavens is so detached.

Su Liyang's eyes were still full of horror and deep unwillingness.

He didn't expect that he would lose in the end, and he would lose so miserably.

"Su Liyang, I could have killed you directly with this sword, but I didn't. Do you know why?" Zhuo Wen stepped on Su Liyang's chest and said calmly.

Although Su Liyang wanted to struggle and resist, Zijian pinned him firmly to the ground, making it difficult to move.

"You want to cultivate after the three extremes?" Su Liyang said coldly.

The corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth was full of mockery, and said: "You don't have the cultivation method of the three extremes at all, otherwise, your current strength should not only be this little, at least it should be half-step Heavenly Dao Master or even comparable to Heavenly Dao The Lord is."

"But I think you should know something about the three extremes that I don't know. Tell me, so you can suffer less pain."

Su Liyang shrank his pupils, and immediately regained his composure. He laughed loudly and said, "Zhuowen, you will kill me whether I say it or not. Do you think I will? Besides, can you really kill me?"

Speaking of this, the corner of Su Liyang's mouth revealed a hint of color, and then the entire Shanhe Palace began to tremble violently, as if there was a terrifying earthquake, and it seemed that something terrifying came out from under the Shanhe Palace...

Boom boom boom!

Thunderous rumbling sounds resounded densely, and immediately the huge Shanhe Palace collapsed completely, and around the ruins of the Shanhe Palace, ninety-nine giant mountains stood up.

The strange thing is that from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are long green rivers surrounded by circles.

"Zhuowen, you forced me to use the great mountains and rivers accumulated by the Shanhe Palace for countless years. Don't even think about leaving the Shanhe Palace today, just die here!"

Su Liyang, who was nailed to the ground by the purple long sword, let out a long laugh, and the purple long sword that passed through his chest collapsed, and Su Liyang jumped up, his whole body seemed to have transformed, and his aura was as vast as the ocean.

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, looking at Su Liyang whose aura was getting stronger and stronger, but his eyes fell on the ninety-nine mountains and rivers surrounding him.

In his perception, Su Liyang's soaring aura now comes from these ninety-nine mountains and rivers.

At the same time, the moment the great mountains and rivers appeared, the gravity of this place increased tens of millions of times, as if countless mountains were crushed down, Zhuo Wen's body shook, and his face turned slightly pale.

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