He just turned his head sideways, and a purple palm appeared on his shoulder.

Pooh!

His shoulder was directly beaten into countless blood mist, dripping with blood, and he screamed even more.

What frightened the white-haired young man even more was that a mysterious and powerful force poured into his body, wantonly destroying everything in his body, making his movements slightly sluggish.

"What kind of power is this? Why is it so weird?"

The white-haired young man was puzzled and a little dazed.

And at the moment when he was in a daze, Zhuo Wen's fist struck again, hitting his forehead directly, shattering his soul and destroying his body.

Zhuowen's current strength is much stronger than before. It is too easy to kill the first and second decline monks in seconds. It only takes one or two moves to destroy the body and soul of the first and second decline monks directly. chance of survival.

However, the third declining monk is much more difficult to deal with. Even if Zhuo Wen's cultivation base has greatly increased, he needs to be killed many times before he can completely kill the third declining monk and let his body and spirit be wiped out.

"You bastard, you are courting death!"

The gray-haired old man saw the white-haired young man being killed in seconds, roared angrily, and rushed towards Zhuo Wen decisively.

Zhuo Wen punched the gray-haired old man, groaned, and backed up involuntarily.

Relying solely on the deity of the human race, it is indeed a bit reluctant to deal with the third weaker.

At the beginning, the reason why he was able to kill the Quartet and kill the third weakest person was mainly due to the frightening increase in strength after the deity and the clone were combined, so it was easy to do it.

Now, he is only acting as the deity of the human race, so his strength is naturally weaker, and it is still a bit reluctant to deal with the third weaker.

However, Zhuowen's speed is very fast, which is a huge benefit brought to him by the Hongmeng Jue.

The moment Zhuo Wen stepped back, his whole body turned into a purple shadow, bypassing the gray-haired old man, and darting towards another monk.

This monk is a middle-aged man with big nostrils, with a burly figure, like an ancient giant beast.

His cultivation base is stronger than that of the white-haired youth, and he is in the middle of the second decline.

When the middle-aged man saw that Zhuo Wen was jumping at him, his heart froze. He didn't even want to fight, so he immediately chose to retreat, and he retreated very quickly.

The scene where the young man in white was easily killed just now is still vivid in his mind.

Although he is stronger than the white clothed youth, but his strength is very limited.

Zhuo Wen can instantly kill the young man in white, so naturally he can also instantly kill him, he dare not confront Zhuo Wen head-on.

It's a pity that the ideal is plump, but the reality is very skinny.

So what if the middle-aged man retreats so fast? His body speed is far from Zhuo Wen's opponent.

After a while, Zhuo Wen caught up with him and punched the middle-aged man deep in the brow, trying to blow him out with one punch.

The middle-aged man started to panic, and he put his hands in front of him in a panic, and was directly punched by Zhuo Wen into blood mist.

Moreover, the shattering divine power mercilessly invaded the middle-aged man's body, causing the middle-aged man to scream again and again, his heart became even more terrifying, and he completely lost his fighting spirit.

And the next step was too simple, the middle-aged man lost his fighting spirit and couldn't show his strength at all, Zhuo Wen easily killed the middle-aged man with a few punches.

After the middle-aged man exploded into a ball of blood mist, and the moment Zhuo Wen was bathed in the blood rain, the square fell completely silent.

Five half-step heaven-breaking monks surrounded Zhuowen, three of them were killed on the spot, while the other was seriously injured, and now only one gray-haired old man remained.

At this moment, Duan Chengyao, who was standing outside the boundary, couldn't sit still. There were only six half-step heaven-breaking cultivators in their Pill Formation Immortal City, and now three of them died, half directly lost. This loss is too serious Bar.

Duan Chengyao didn't expect that things would develop to this point. He thought that the three gray-haired old men could easily win Zhuo Wen, but he didn't expect that they not only failed to win, but also lost two second-ranked strong men.

This is really losing my wife and losing my army!

"Old Hong! What are you still doing? Kill this son for me!"

Duan Chengyao was furious, and his tone became very cold.

At the same time, Duan Chengyao sacrificed one after another formation flags and began to arrange half-step sky-breaking killing formations in the boundary. He wanted to annihilate Zhuo Wen directly to vent his hatred.

He didn't even consider capturing Zhuo Wen alive and making him his servant. He had lost his mind and just wanted to kill Zhuo Wen directly.

The gray-haired old man was also full of anger. He roared again and again, and the killing intent in his eyes was as real as it was, and he rushed out suddenly. The aura of the early stage of the third decline was fully revealed, which was extraordinary and terrifying.

Zhuo Wen stood where he was, and he noticed the terrifying killing intent coming from the coming realm. He knew that Cheng Yao was going to arrange a killing array at that time. JrNovels.com