Chapter: 6711
"Since that's the case, wouldn't it be useless to let your Promise Demon Sect go to waste? You might as well give it to me, and I will make the most of this magic book!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
"What an arrogant boy, countless suzerains of the Everlasting Demon Sect have never figured out the true meaning of the magic tome, you think you can understand it! Hurry up and hand over the magic tome, otherwise, you will die!"
Before Mo Mei could speak, the bald old man standing beside her took the lead.
The bald old man leaned down and rushed towards Zhuo Wen suddenly, and a huge and magnificent universe appeared in the void behind the old man.
The old man's Qiankun world is filled with thunder disasters of various colors, each of which is thicker than a bucket, and looks extremely terrifying.
The old man squeezed his right hand suddenly, and all kinds of thunderstorms rushed out, gathered in his palm, and turned into a huge three-meter-long thunder hammer.
"Endless Thunder Hammer!"
The muscles in both hands of the bald old man nearly doubled, and his arms were almost bigger than his whole body.
I saw him holding thunder hammers of all kinds of brilliance in both hands, and suddenly fell from the sky. The thunder hammer lifted above his head and slammed into Zhuowen fiercely.
"The pinnacle of the Great Tribulation? How dare this kind of thing come to challenge me?"
Zhuo Wen shook his head, raised his right hand slightly, clenched it into a fist, and punched him like that.
"you wanna die!"
The bald old man sneered in his heart when he saw Zhuo Wen being so arrogant, and the strength of his subordinates increased a bit.
boom!
The splendid thunder hammer and Zhuowen's fist bombarded together, and then the endless thunder poured down, completely submerging Zhuowen's whole body...
"Hmph! It's just a cultivation base in the middle stage of the Great Tribulation of Qiankun. It's so big that even the world of Qiankun hasn't sacrificed it. If you fight me with all your strength, aren't you courting death?"
The bald old man was hanging in the air, holding a huge thunder hammer in his right hand, looking at the torrent formed by endless thunder disasters under his feet, his eyes were full of contempt.
From his point of view, in this blow, Zhuo Wen had no strength to resist, and he would surely die.
"You are weaker than the average cultivator at the peak of the Great Tribulation of the Universe! Your full-strength strike doesn't hurt me at all."
When the bald old man was complacent, a faint voice sounded from the depths of the torrent of Thunder Tribulation.
The bald old man was stunned, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the depths of the torrent of the thunder calamity, and there, a figure bathed in the thunder calamity came out slowly.
"You...impossible! Endless Lightning Hammer!"
The bald old man couldn't believe it. He swung the thunder hammer again, and the terrifying thunder calamity poured down again.
However, this more powerful offensive still couldn't cause substantial damage to Zhuowen. Even in the endless thunder calamity, Zhuowen walked leisurely and slowly approached the bald old man.
"Endless Thunder Hammer!"
"Endless Thunder Hammer!"
"Endless��"
The bald old man started to wave the thunder hammer crazily because of his extreme fear and confusion, and thunder after thunder calamity poured on Zhuowen, trying to knock Zhuowen down.
"Is endless enough?"
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's voice sounded again, very close at hand.
The bald old man who was swinging the Thunder Hammer crazily realized that Zhuo Wen, who was some distance away from him, had already walked in front of him at some point.
"If it's enough, then it's time for me to change!"
Zhuo Wen spoke again, he didn't give the bald old man any chance to speak, he squeezed his right fist, and lightly slammed the bald old man's face.
This punch was unremarkable, but Zhuo Wen's body suddenly erupted with an extremely terrifying coercion, suppressing the bald old man like a mountain top.
The bald old man's eyes widened in horror. He wanted to back away from Zhuowen, but was restrained by the terrifying coercion and couldn't move.
In the end, he could only watch helplessly as Zhuo Wen's seemingly light fist landed gently on the center of his brow.
A surging force erupted from his fist and poured into the depths of his eyebrows, detonating his soul.
Pooh!
The bald old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were wide open, and he fell limply on the ground with no breath.
Not far away, under the care of Shan Lingyun, Hei Lian, who was healing her wounds, was not surprised to see Zhuo Wen so easily deal with the bald old man. JrNovels.com
"What an arrogant boy, countless suzerains of the Everlasting Demon Sect have never figured out the true meaning of the magic tome, you think you can understand it! Hurry up and hand over the magic tome, otherwise, you will die!"
Before Mo Mei could speak, the bald old man standing beside her took the lead.
The bald old man leaned down and rushed towards Zhuo Wen suddenly, and a huge and magnificent universe appeared in the void behind the old man.
The old man's Qiankun world is filled with thunder disasters of various colors, each of which is thicker than a bucket, and looks extremely terrifying.
The old man squeezed his right hand suddenly, and all kinds of thunderstorms rushed out, gathered in his palm, and turned into a huge three-meter-long thunder hammer.
"Endless Thunder Hammer!"
The muscles in both hands of the bald old man nearly doubled, and his arms were almost bigger than his whole body.
I saw him holding thunder hammers of all kinds of brilliance in both hands, and suddenly fell from the sky. The thunder hammer lifted above his head and slammed into Zhuowen fiercely.
"The pinnacle of the Great Tribulation? How dare this kind of thing come to challenge me?"
Zhuo Wen shook his head, raised his right hand slightly, clenched it into a fist, and punched him like that.
"you wanna die!"
The bald old man sneered in his heart when he saw Zhuo Wen being so arrogant, and the strength of his subordinates increased a bit.
boom!
The splendid thunder hammer and Zhuowen's fist bombarded together, and then the endless thunder poured down, completely submerging Zhuowen's whole body...
"Hmph! It's just a cultivation base in the middle stage of the Great Tribulation of Qiankun. It's so big that even the world of Qiankun hasn't sacrificed it. If you fight me with all your strength, aren't you courting death?"
The bald old man was hanging in the air, holding a huge thunder hammer in his right hand, looking at the torrent formed by endless thunder disasters under his feet, his eyes were full of contempt.
From his point of view, in this blow, Zhuo Wen had no strength to resist, and he would surely die.
"You are weaker than the average cultivator at the peak of the Great Tribulation of the Universe! Your full-strength strike doesn't hurt me at all."
When the bald old man was complacent, a faint voice sounded from the depths of the torrent of Thunder Tribulation.
The bald old man was stunned, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the depths of the torrent of the thunder calamity, and there, a figure bathed in the thunder calamity came out slowly.
"You...impossible! Endless Lightning Hammer!"
The bald old man couldn't believe it. He swung the thunder hammer again, and the terrifying thunder calamity poured down again.
However, this more powerful offensive still couldn't cause substantial damage to Zhuowen. Even in the endless thunder calamity, Zhuowen walked leisurely and slowly approached the bald old man.
"Endless Thunder Hammer!"
"Endless Thunder Hammer!"
"Endless��"
The bald old man started to wave the thunder hammer crazily because of his extreme fear and confusion, and thunder after thunder calamity poured on Zhuowen, trying to knock Zhuowen down.
"Is endless enough?"
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's voice sounded again, very close at hand.
The bald old man who was swinging the Thunder Hammer crazily realized that Zhuo Wen, who was some distance away from him, had already walked in front of him at some point.
"If it's enough, then it's time for me to change!"
Zhuo Wen spoke again, he didn't give the bald old man any chance to speak, he squeezed his right fist, and lightly slammed the bald old man's face.
This punch was unremarkable, but Zhuo Wen's body suddenly erupted with an extremely terrifying coercion, suppressing the bald old man like a mountain top.
The bald old man's eyes widened in horror. He wanted to back away from Zhuowen, but was restrained by the terrifying coercion and couldn't move.
In the end, he could only watch helplessly as Zhuo Wen's seemingly light fist landed gently on the center of his brow.
A surging force erupted from his fist and poured into the depths of his eyebrows, detonating his soul.
Pooh!
The bald old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were wide open, and he fell limply on the ground with no breath.
Not far away, under the care of Shan Lingyun, Hei Lian, who was healing her wounds, was not surprised to see Zhuo Wen so easily deal with the bald old man. JrNovels.com
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