"It's been a long time since I did it with all my strength. You are very good, forcing me to use most of my strength!" wavv

Zhuo Wen turned around abruptly, stomped his right foot on the ground, rushed forward instead of retreating, and rushed towards the oncoming ghost, while gently lifting the Taiyou Holy Sword with his right hand.

I saw a fierce and terrifying light surging on the sharp blade of the Taiyou Holy Sword, dazzling and powerful.

Hongmeng Tiandi Yixiantian!

When he was very close to the ghost, Zhuo Wen held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slashed out in front of him. The terrifying sword energy quickly grew bigger like a bursting air wave.

boom!

The sword aura containing terrifying sword intent quickly spread to both sides, and the entire dark space could not restrain this earth-shattering sword aura.

The ghost thing collided with the sword energy fiercely, making an extremely shrill scream.

Rumble!

At the same time, the surrounding area of ??the dark fire camp was also shaken by the sword energy, and countless gravels began to fall.

Wherever the sword qi passed, everything was cut, and there was only a sound of tearing, and the strange long hair that blocked the exit was torn apart by the sword qi, and a strong light fell from the gap.

Zhuo Wen kicked his right foot and rushed towards the gap.

The moment he was about to leave the gap, his right foot felt extremely cold, and a cold hand tightly grabbed his right ankle.

Zhuo Wen's eyes boiled with killing intent, he snorted coldly, and said, "It seems that you really want to die!"

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Wen raised the Taiyou Holy Sword, and slashed out with a sword, and the terrifying sword energy blasted into the darkness below like rain.

Gui Dongxi's shrill screams kept ringing out, and the right hand holding Zhuo Wen was finally let go.

Zhuo Wen jumped out of the bonfire, and not long after, the screams inside stopped abruptly, and the entire square bonfire was completely smashed to pieces by his sword energy, leaving an extremely deep and huge hole .

And the gloomy aura of the ghost has completely disappeared, Zhuo Wen knew that the ghost should have been wiped out.

It has to be said that the strength of that weird ghost thing is so terrifying that it forced Zhuo Wen to use the Taiyou Holy Sword and display his supernatural powers.

You know, with Zhuo Wen's current strength, he could crush an ordinary monk of the Great Tribulation of the Universe, unless it is the peak of the Great Tribulation of the Universe. Maybe he can force him to do his best.

And this ghost thing can push him to such a degree, obviously the strength of this thing should be around the late stage of the Great Tribulation.

The monks who participated in the great hunting were basically monks below the Great Tribulation of the Universe, that is to say, when the monks in the great hunting entered this place, they were basically dead or alive.

That's why there are so many corpses piled up in the bonfire, most of which were killed by that ghost.

It's just that this ghost thing is not very lucky. When it meets Zhuowen, it ends up being out of its wits.

"Huh? This breath..."

Zhuo Wen's eyebrows moved slightly, and he felt a familiar aura in the depths of the huge pit that he had destroyed in front of him.

"It's the breath of Qiankun Jieye, and it's extremely strong!"

Zhuo Wen was overjoyed, and jumped into the bottomless pit.

At this moment, where there are fire camps, corpses or burning residues in the giant pit, Zhuowen's terrifying sword energy has already penetrated here, reaching the bottom of the giant tower.

When Zhuo Wen fell to the bottom, he found that the surroundings were not dark and invisible, but very bright.

The surrounding walls are inlaid with dazzling round beads, illuminating the entire bottom of the tower like daylight.

The area at the bottom of the tower is very large, about 100,000 square meters.

The bottom of the tower with such a large area has no other unnecessary decorations. The only thing that exists is the crystal-like liquid droplets suspended in the air.

And these droplets are the Qiankun Tribulation Liquid.

"So much Qiankun Tribulation Liquid?"

Zhuo Wen was shocked by the dense Qiankun Tribulation Liquid suspended in mid-air in front of him. According to a rough estimate, there are at least more than 100,000 drops of Qiankun Tribulation Liquid at the bottom of the tower. This is a huge harvest.

Zhuo Wen took out the teleportation array flag, pinched the Yin Jue, put it on the ground aside, and frantically collected the Qiankun Tribulation Liquid at the bottom of the tower.

After a while, a burst of white light lit up at the bottom of the tower, and then a group of people such as Shan Lingyun and Gu Xundao appeared at the bottom of this bright tower.

Then, they saw Zhuo Wen's figure flitting around quickly, looking very busy.

"Friend Zhuo, you are..." JrNovels.com