Chapter: 5239
Standing beside Qi Qianping, the arrogance in Tu Qian's eyes disappeared, instead it was replaced by seriousness and fear.
And the most surprised one was Wu Xingyuan standing beside Wu Wuxian.
The moment Zhuowen appeared, his body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
What Wu Xingyuan couldn't figure out was how terrifying the coercion of the statues of the Twelve Dao Ancestral Witches was. Even a strong man in the later stage of Tongtianzhu would be seriously injured if he was shrouded in such a terrifying coercion.
But what kind of freak is this Long Wen? Not only did he survive, but now he looks spotless, with no injuries at all. How did he do it?
Wu Xingyuan remembered very clearly that when he couldn't bear the coercion of the statues of twelve ancestral witches, he went to look at Zhuo Wen's at the moment when he withdrew in embarrassment.
At that time, although Zhuo Wen was in better condition than him, he was also quite embarrassed. He was not like what he is now, and he was spotless.
Moreover, Wu Xingyuan also faintly felt that Zhuo Wen's strength seemed to be more refined than before.
But even so, he still couldn't see what Zhuo Wen's specific cultivation was like.
But Wu Wuxian's face became a little ugly, and the killing intent towards Zhuo Wen in his heart became stronger.
Originally, Wu Wuxian planned to use the coercion of the Zuwu statue to completely annihilate Zhuo Wen, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen came out safe and sound. This was a slap in the face.
Although Wu Wuxian was full of murderous intent towards Zhuo Wen, it was impossible to do it now, after all, the Wu Song Society would continue.
With a wave of Wu Wuxian's sleeve, a wave of energy gushed out and landed in the center of the Guardian Land, which had become a huge pit. The huge pit was immediately filled by this torrent of energy, forming a smooth and white ground.
Then Wu Wuxian didn't even mention Zhuo Wen, but said lightly: "Now the second stage is over, and one hundred and eight contestants have been selected! I will give you three days to rest, just rest in this guardian place !"
"The energy of heaven in this guarded place is much stronger than that of the outside world. Within three days, you should be able to heal all your injuries! I will come back in three days!"
After finishing speaking, Wu Wuxian returned to the main hall of the Wu Clan with a group of Wu Clan powerhouses.
"Friend Long Daoist, you have to be careful about that Wu Wuxian! Given your extremely eye-catching performance in the second stage, you may be hated by Wu Wuxian!"
As soon as Zhuo Wen came to Ziwei Xingjun, Jingshan's voice transmission came from his mind.
Zhuo Wen turned his head, looked at Jing Shan who was not far away, and nodded to him, expressing that he had his own measure.
"Brother Zhuo, in fact, you should have come down earlier! You stole Wu Xingyuan's limelight, I'm afraid the Wu clan will touch you!" Ziwei Xingjun sighed in a low voice.
Zhuo Wen smiled and said: "Brother Ziwei, the reason why I didn't come down is because the coercion of the ancestral witch statue is of great benefit to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in the limelight. After all, the risk is too great."
Ziwei Xingjun was startled, nodded, and didn't ask Zhuo Wen what benefits he got.
He knew very well that Zhuo Wen had a big secret, since he could benefit, as a friend, he was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.
After the two chatted in detail, they found a remote place and sat cross-legged, intending to adjust their state.
Both Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun were actually not injured.
Ziwei Xingjun retreated early, it is strange to be injured with his strength.
And Zhuo Wen's Pangu Holy Physique has just been promoted to half-step eight-star, and it is in very good condition.
However, he also knows that he has just been promoted not long ago, and he must first consolidate his realm to avoid instability.
This promotion made Zhuo Wen very confident. If he could get the ancestral witch Gu worm and the Pangu Saint Physique to advance to eight stars, there would be no problem at all.
While consolidating Pan Gu's sacred body, the human deity in the big world began to separate a small part of the soul from the soul, and began to condense the second soul sword intent.
Although Zhuo Wen had already had the previous experience, but during the condensing process this time, he still grinned in pain, but his condition was much better than the first time.
After the separation of spirit and soul is completed, the rest is the process of continuous condensing.
It can be said that Zhuo Wen's spiritual and physical cultivation are both correct.
However, when condensing the second soul sword intent, Zhuo Wen began to find that his soul couldn't stand it anymore.
He has no doubt that if he condenses the third soul sword intent, his soul will probably collapse.
He knew that this was because his soul was still not strong enough to be willing. If his soul was strong enough, no matter how much the soul and sword intent were condensed, it would be fine.
Not long after Zhuowen practiced cross-legged, he felt a footstep approaching him.
He opened his eyes and found that a figure had walked in front of him, facing him.
When he saw the true face of this figure, a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Because the owner of this figure turned out to be Feng Buming, a genius of the Phoenix Clan. JrNovels.com
And the most surprised one was Wu Xingyuan standing beside Wu Wuxian.
The moment Zhuowen appeared, his body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
What Wu Xingyuan couldn't figure out was how terrifying the coercion of the statues of the Twelve Dao Ancestral Witches was. Even a strong man in the later stage of Tongtianzhu would be seriously injured if he was shrouded in such a terrifying coercion.
But what kind of freak is this Long Wen? Not only did he survive, but now he looks spotless, with no injuries at all. How did he do it?
Wu Xingyuan remembered very clearly that when he couldn't bear the coercion of the statues of twelve ancestral witches, he went to look at Zhuo Wen's at the moment when he withdrew in embarrassment.
At that time, although Zhuo Wen was in better condition than him, he was also quite embarrassed. He was not like what he is now, and he was spotless.
Moreover, Wu Xingyuan also faintly felt that Zhuo Wen's strength seemed to be more refined than before.
But even so, he still couldn't see what Zhuo Wen's specific cultivation was like.
But Wu Wuxian's face became a little ugly, and the killing intent towards Zhuo Wen in his heart became stronger.
Originally, Wu Wuxian planned to use the coercion of the Zuwu statue to completely annihilate Zhuo Wen, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen came out safe and sound. This was a slap in the face.
Although Wu Wuxian was full of murderous intent towards Zhuo Wen, it was impossible to do it now, after all, the Wu Song Society would continue.
With a wave of Wu Wuxian's sleeve, a wave of energy gushed out and landed in the center of the Guardian Land, which had become a huge pit. The huge pit was immediately filled by this torrent of energy, forming a smooth and white ground.
Then Wu Wuxian didn't even mention Zhuo Wen, but said lightly: "Now the second stage is over, and one hundred and eight contestants have been selected! I will give you three days to rest, just rest in this guardian place !"
"The energy of heaven in this guarded place is much stronger than that of the outside world. Within three days, you should be able to heal all your injuries! I will come back in three days!"
After finishing speaking, Wu Wuxian returned to the main hall of the Wu Clan with a group of Wu Clan powerhouses.
"Friend Long Daoist, you have to be careful about that Wu Wuxian! Given your extremely eye-catching performance in the second stage, you may be hated by Wu Wuxian!"
As soon as Zhuo Wen came to Ziwei Xingjun, Jingshan's voice transmission came from his mind.
Zhuo Wen turned his head, looked at Jing Shan who was not far away, and nodded to him, expressing that he had his own measure.
"Brother Zhuo, in fact, you should have come down earlier! You stole Wu Xingyuan's limelight, I'm afraid the Wu clan will touch you!" Ziwei Xingjun sighed in a low voice.
Zhuo Wen smiled and said: "Brother Ziwei, the reason why I didn't come down is because the coercion of the ancestral witch statue is of great benefit to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in the limelight. After all, the risk is too great."
Ziwei Xingjun was startled, nodded, and didn't ask Zhuo Wen what benefits he got.
He knew very well that Zhuo Wen had a big secret, since he could benefit, as a friend, he was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.
After the two chatted in detail, they found a remote place and sat cross-legged, intending to adjust their state.
Both Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun were actually not injured.
Ziwei Xingjun retreated early, it is strange to be injured with his strength.
And Zhuo Wen's Pangu Holy Physique has just been promoted to half-step eight-star, and it is in very good condition.
However, he also knows that he has just been promoted not long ago, and he must first consolidate his realm to avoid instability.
This promotion made Zhuo Wen very confident. If he could get the ancestral witch Gu worm and the Pangu Saint Physique to advance to eight stars, there would be no problem at all.
While consolidating Pan Gu's sacred body, the human deity in the big world began to separate a small part of the soul from the soul, and began to condense the second soul sword intent.
Although Zhuo Wen had already had the previous experience, but during the condensing process this time, he still grinned in pain, but his condition was much better than the first time.
After the separation of spirit and soul is completed, the rest is the process of continuous condensing.
It can be said that Zhuo Wen's spiritual and physical cultivation are both correct.
However, when condensing the second soul sword intent, Zhuo Wen began to find that his soul couldn't stand it anymore.
He has no doubt that if he condenses the third soul sword intent, his soul will probably collapse.
He knew that this was because his soul was still not strong enough to be willing. If his soul was strong enough, no matter how much the soul and sword intent were condensed, it would be fine.
Not long after Zhuowen practiced cross-legged, he felt a footstep approaching him.
He opened his eyes and found that a figure had walked in front of him, facing him.
When he saw the true face of this figure, a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Because the owner of this figure turned out to be Feng Buming, a genius of the Phoenix Clan. JrNovels.com
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