Wu Wenbin saw that Ziwei Xingjun resolutely gave up defending his empty door in order to attack Wu Xiuran, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

But soon, Wu Wenbin noticed something was wrong.

Because when his attack approached Ziwei Xingjun, a very ominous feeling suddenly rose in his heart. He actually felt another extremely terrifying energy approaching him behind Ziwei Xingjun.

Suddenly, a spiral vortex appeared on Ziwei Xingjun's shoulder, and in that vortex, a powerful fist burst out suddenly.

The moment the fists and palms met, Wu Wenbin felt that he was as small as an ant in front of this fist, and then his right fist exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

With a scream, Wu Wenbin spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down with his mutilated right arm.

At the moment of flying backwards, Wu Wenbin saw that the fist in the vortex disappeared, and a figure stepped out.

And this figure was so familiar to him, it turned out to be Long Wen who had been captured by their high priest, but how could this be possible? How is this guy still alive?

Just as Wu Wenbin was thinking wildly, that Long Wen kicked his right foot and disappeared in place as if teleporting.

When that Longwen reappeared, he was already close at hand.

"So fast!"

Wu Wenbin just thought of these two words in his mind, Zhuo Wen's terrifying fist blasted out again, turning into dense fist shadows in the void, and blasting all over his body.

Puff puff!

The terrifying shadow of the fist fell on Wu Wenbin's body, bursting out cloud after cloud of blood mist, looking stern and hideous.

Wu Wenbin's consciousness was almost blurred, and the pain in his whole body was also numb.

The moment he barely opened his eyes, a huge fist became bigger and bigger in his eyes, and finally hit the center of his brow.

A strong pain hit, and then, Wu Wenbin's vision completely turned into darkness.

Plop!

Wu Wenbin was almost instantly killed, fell to the ground, and his soul was shattered.

Not long after Wu Wenbin was killed, Wu Xiuran also screamed, and his body was torn in half by Ziwei Xingjun, his soul was shattered, and his bones were incomplete.

The moment Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin were instantly killed, all the geniuses in the baptistery opened their eyes, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin had just made a move, and they were killed in seconds. Zi Xing, a child of this small clan, must be too scary.

But soon, the moment they saw another figure next to Wu Wenbin's body, everyone gasped.

Because of this figure, not only are they not unfamiliar, but they are too familiar.

Because he was Long Wen who was captured by the Wu Clan.

"This, this... what's going on here? Could it be that my eyes are dazzled, how could this dragon text appear here?"

Feng Buming rubbed his eyes vigorously, and the moment he opened his eyes, a big hand grabbed his neck tightly, and then he was lifted out of the baptismal pool, with his feet dangling in the air, constantly swinging with.

"Now take a closer look and see if you are dazzled!"

Zhuo Wen held Feng Buming, his tone was as calm as water, but in Feng Buming's ears, it was so bitterly cold, his whole body trembled.

"It's really you... Long Wen?" Feng Buming stared, his voice sharp.

"Feng Buming, I want to give you a surprise. My original name is not Long Wen, but Zhuo Wen!" Zhuo Wen suddenly sent a voice transmission to Feng Buming, with a smile on his lips.

Feng Buming trembled all over, he stared at Zhuo Wen, and blurted out: "You are Zhuo..."

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to say the last word, because his neck was broken and his soul was crushed...

boom!

Zhuo Wen casually threw Feng Buming's body aside, and looked at the other geniuses in the baptismal pool with contempt.

Standing beside Zhuo Wen, Ziwei Xingjun looked indifferently at the few geniuses who had laughed at him before. His eyes were as cold as frost, which made those geniuses feel very unnatural.

Wu Qiutong, Tu Qian and other geniuses were all stunned. They looked at Zhuo Wen with their mouths slightly open, feeling incredible. They really couldn't believe how this Zhuo Wen got into this Ancestral Witch Lake. He was not captured by the high priest Wu Wuxian Yet.

And Jingshan, who was in the baptism pool, looked at Zhuo Wen with surprise. She didn't expect Zhuo Wen to enter the Zuwu Qitan, what an incredible guy.

Wu Xingyuan slowly stood up from the baptismal pool, his calm gaze was already covered with frost.

The killing intent spread like a coercion, bang and bang, and filled the entire valley in an instant. JrNovels.com