"Ruined!"

Lan Ji followed Zhuo Wen, his face was pale, trembling all over, and he was almost unable to stand.

Zhuowen lifted the blue halberd, and then threw it into the formation, Zhuowen's avatar separated from his body, and a golden light burst out from his eyes.

Roar!

As soon as Zhuo Wen in black appeared, the sky was filled with golden light, and then the body of King Devourer was directly revealed.

The golden King Devourer waved his claws casually, and the surrounding space was torn apart in large swaths. However, all the monks who were below the level of Xutian Jiudeng were affected by this claw, and basically they would not die or be injured.

The King Devourer swung his giant claws again and again, and the golden light swayed out like golden rain. Every golden light could make the monks who touched it feel like being hit hard, and were injured one after another.

At the moment when King Devourer showed his supernatural power, Zhuo Wenzun blew a streak of gray gas between his brows, and this gray gas manifested into a divine sword full of the charm of death.

And this sword is the death sacrificial sword, a genuine heavenly level artifact.

Once the Death Sacrifice Sword is released, there are basically no obstacles wherever it passes.

No cultivator can block the power of the Death Sacrifice Sword, and all the cultivators who were pierced by the Death Sacrifice Sword shrank strangely into mummies, and those who died could not die again.

Even among them, the powerful ones in the Enlightenment Realm can block a single strike from the Death Sacrifice Sword, but at the moment when the Death Sacrifice Sword slashes out with the second strike, the Enlightenment Life Realm can only let out a cry of resentment. Under the sword, he became the soul of the dead under the sword.

In just ten breaths, one-third of the hundreds of strong men who came had already fallen.

The rest of the monks were all terrified, they never thought that Zhuo Wen's strength was so terrifying.

Generally speaking, a monk who is good at fighting alone may not be able to defeat the cooperation of many masters.

In the eyes of these monks, even if Su Liyang came to their lineup in person, they would probably still be hated.

But now their lineup, in front of this young man in white, is as fragile as tofu, which is really terrifying.

"Is this still human? Isn't this even more perverted than Venerable Taiqing?"

The rest of the cultivators were all shocked, staring blankly at the young man in white who kept harvesting the lives of everyone in front of him like a god of death.

The only thing they saw now was the indifferent and emotionless eyes of the young man in white, and they felt a deep chill in their hearts for no reason.

Among them were people with knowledge, and their attention fell on the death sacrificial sword floating beside Zhuo Wen. They felt the vast and boundless breath of Taoism in this divine sword that contained death.

Wouldn't this be an artifact to prove the Dao?

Many monks thought so, but their faces were extremely ugly and gloomy.

Coupled with Zhuo Wen's terrifying avatar, for a while, most of the monks had the idea of ??retreating.

At this moment, they couldn't help but think that the young man in white in front of him was invincible.

"Run away, this person is far stronger than us, we can't kill them with numbers."

A monk sighed, immediately took out the escape talisman and crushed it, and was about to escape from this place.

It's a pity that the moment the cultivator crushed the talisman, the streamer turned into a streamer that only swept a few hundred meters before reappearing in his figure, while in front of the cultivator, bursts of waves appeared in circles like ripples in water. transparent ring.

Obviously, in front of this monk, there should be an extremely powerful barrier force, blocking them all.

"When did you arrange the nine-level formation?"

When the cultivator was intercepted by this barrier force, his face was immediately pale and his lips trembled.

As for the other monks who wanted to escape, when they found out that the monk had been intercepted by the ninth-level formation, their eyes were filled with fear, and they secretly said in their hearts that they were finished.

And Zhuo Wen didn't care about the psychology of these monks who wanted to escape, and walked leisurely among the monks. Every time he shuttled, the Death Sacrifice Sword brought a scream and splashed blood.

Almost no one survived a sword in Zhuo Wen's hands.

And Zhuowen's King Devourer clone is even more terrifying. Every time he swings his giant claws, he can kill more than ten people. This is the casualty caused by these monks avoiding.

And the offensive of the monks is like scratching the itch of the King Devourer clone, and has no effect at all.

Coupled with the shroud of the nine-level formation, they couldn't escape, they couldn't fight, and their hearts were already filled with despair.

But for a quarter of an hour, after Zhuo Wen killed the last monk, the death sacrificial sword turned into a streak of gray air and penetrated into his soul, while the King Devourer avatar turned into a black-clothed young man again and merged with the deity for one.

Ziwei Xingjun and Lanji in the former site of Shanhe Palace were completely stunned.

It wasn't until Zhuo Wen entered the former site of Shanhe Temple from the outside and came in front of them that the two swallowed subconsciously. JrNovels.com