Chapter: 6739
But Yanmeng was not so lucky, she was directly blown away by the aftermath of the explosion, and smashed hard on the cliff on the edge of the basin in the distance, spat out a mouthful of blood, her face was pale and bloodless.
"Big... my lord... I..."
Regardless of the injuries in her body, Yan Meng crawled to the ground in front of Zhuo Wen and kowtowed repeatedly, with thick blood on the corners of her mouth.
At this moment, Yan Meng felt sincere and fearful in her heart, for fear that her actions just now would annoy Zhuo Wen, and the latter would kill her in a fit of anger.
After seeing Zhuo Wen's expressionless face make the three puppet, who was her companion before, blew himself up and killed Fu Chen, she knew that the young man in front of her was definitely a ruthless character.
Zhuo Wen glanced indifferently at Yan Meng who was still kowtowing, and said indifferently: "Continue to lead the way! And don't play tricks in front of me in the future. You must know that my patience is not unlimited."
Hearing this, Yan Meng trembled all over, and kowtowed several times again, expressing that she would never dare again.
Not long after Yanmeng quietly left here with Zhuo Wen, shadows of people came one after another in Heicheng and the surrounding black market area.
Just now, the explosion of the three puppets was quite loud, and the entire underground black market was alarmed.
However, after hearing the news, the many monks who came here could only see the many potholes left by the war, and did not see any other monks here.
After these monks lingered here for a while, they left one after another and did not stay here for too long.
The underground black market is originally a place where the weak eat the strong with no rules and no laws. Fights and deaths are often inevitable.
These monks who have lived in the underground black market for a long time have long been accustomed to it.
They just regret that they failed to obtain some benefits in this battle, and they secretly hated themselves for coming too late.
When Yan Meng and Zhuo Wen left the battlefield ahead of time and made a detour to the gate of Heicheng, they were stopped.
The whole body of the Black City is forged from crystal clear black spar, and the entire surface of the battlements is glowing with a faint black halo.
The gate of Heicheng is thirty feet high, and the surface of the gate is covered with a faint black halo. In the halo, various patterns can be clearly seen on the surface of the gate.
These patterns have different shapes, including grotesque beasts, buildings with different styles and complex runes.
Many patterns are combined together to form a mysterious and strange picture.
At this moment, the gate of the city was closed tightly, keeping Zhuo Wen and Yan Meng out.
On the city wall above the city gate, two black-armored monks carried black magic knives on their backs, looking down at Zhuo Wen and Yan Meng indifferently, indifferent.
"My lords, my master and I plan to enter the black city for business. I hope you two can open the city gate for your convenience!" Yanmeng put her posture very low, praying to the two black-armored monks on the city wall.
Standing on the right side of the city wall, the black-armored monk with a long face glanced at Yan Meng and Zhuo Wen indifferently, and said expressionlessly: "Get out! Don't even look at what cultivation level you two are? How dare you come to the Black City? "
Yan Meng's pretty face turned extremely pale, she hesitated for a moment, and glanced behind Zhuo Wen who was still silent.
She knew that this was her chance to make a contribution in front of Zhuo Wen. If she failed to do this well, she would be of no value to Zhuo Wen.
The scene of the three puppets self-detonating involuntarily appeared in her mind, and her delicate body trembled. She summoned up courage again and said to the black-armored monk on the city wall: "My lords, didn't there be regulations in the Black City? Cultivation is in the universe. Cultivators below Faxiang can enter the Black City by challenging the test of two cultivators at the peak of the Great Tribulation?"
Another black-armored monk with a round face on the left side of the city wall couldn't help but sneered: "It is true that there are such regulations, but don't you take piss and take care of your own? In the early days of the Great Tribulation of the Universe, one of the Great Tribulation of the Universe In the mid-term, do you dare to challenge?" xdw8
"Get out of here! Don't waste both of our time."
Yan Meng's face flushed red, she felt powerless, and when she was about to refute a few words, a strong breaking wind suddenly came from behind them.
Zhuo Wen, who was originally standing silently behind Yan Meng, had a cold red light flashed in the depths of his eyes, he snorted coldly, held Yan Meng's right arm in one hand, stepped on the void with his right foot, and disappeared in place.
The moment the two of them left their original place, a blazing and terrifying sword light suddenly swept over the ground where they were originally, and then the ground exploded, forming an extremely huge gully.
The sword light was strong and terrifying. After the original ground was exploded, the aftermath of the endless sword light swept in all directions, tearing the surrounding space to pieces.
When the aftermath of the sword light spread in an incomparable manner and landed on the gate of Heicheng, the pattern on the surface of the gate continued to ripple, offsetting all the aftermath of the sword light, and the city gate It is intact.
Zhuo Wen took a deep look at the gate of the Black City. It seems that the materials used in the Black City are definitely not simple, and they can completely offset that powerful and terrifying sword glow so intact.
Whoosh!
After the sword light exploded, a figure came slowly and landed at the gate of the city.
This is a handsome man with a handsome face and fair skin like snow. He is dressed in a black robe with a long-handled Excalibur hanging from his waist.
After he landed at the gate of the city, he glanced at Zhuo Wen who had retreated a hundred paces away with the pale Yan Meng in his hands. The corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and he said indifferently: "The trash in the middle of the Great Tribulation can escape my randomness!" Yijian, you are interesting!"
"But under the sword of my sword, no one has ever survived. Since you can escape my sword move, it means that it is not ordinary! Then I will give you a decent way to die, and I will allow you to kill yourself and apologize."
Zhuo Wen's face turned cold. Is this man named Jian Wuque out of his mind, bragging in front of him, obviously he made a mistake with the sword, but in his mouth, it was a great kindness, and he asked him to commit suicide and apologize. JrNovels.com
"Big... my lord... I..."
Regardless of the injuries in her body, Yan Meng crawled to the ground in front of Zhuo Wen and kowtowed repeatedly, with thick blood on the corners of her mouth.
At this moment, Yan Meng felt sincere and fearful in her heart, for fear that her actions just now would annoy Zhuo Wen, and the latter would kill her in a fit of anger.
After seeing Zhuo Wen's expressionless face make the three puppet, who was her companion before, blew himself up and killed Fu Chen, she knew that the young man in front of her was definitely a ruthless character.
Zhuo Wen glanced indifferently at Yan Meng who was still kowtowing, and said indifferently: "Continue to lead the way! And don't play tricks in front of me in the future. You must know that my patience is not unlimited."
Hearing this, Yan Meng trembled all over, and kowtowed several times again, expressing that she would never dare again.
Not long after Yanmeng quietly left here with Zhuo Wen, shadows of people came one after another in Heicheng and the surrounding black market area.
Just now, the explosion of the three puppets was quite loud, and the entire underground black market was alarmed.
However, after hearing the news, the many monks who came here could only see the many potholes left by the war, and did not see any other monks here.
After these monks lingered here for a while, they left one after another and did not stay here for too long.
The underground black market is originally a place where the weak eat the strong with no rules and no laws. Fights and deaths are often inevitable.
These monks who have lived in the underground black market for a long time have long been accustomed to it.
They just regret that they failed to obtain some benefits in this battle, and they secretly hated themselves for coming too late.
When Yan Meng and Zhuo Wen left the battlefield ahead of time and made a detour to the gate of Heicheng, they were stopped.
The whole body of the Black City is forged from crystal clear black spar, and the entire surface of the battlements is glowing with a faint black halo.
The gate of Heicheng is thirty feet high, and the surface of the gate is covered with a faint black halo. In the halo, various patterns can be clearly seen on the surface of the gate.
These patterns have different shapes, including grotesque beasts, buildings with different styles and complex runes.
Many patterns are combined together to form a mysterious and strange picture.
At this moment, the gate of the city was closed tightly, keeping Zhuo Wen and Yan Meng out.
On the city wall above the city gate, two black-armored monks carried black magic knives on their backs, looking down at Zhuo Wen and Yan Meng indifferently, indifferent.
"My lords, my master and I plan to enter the black city for business. I hope you two can open the city gate for your convenience!" Yanmeng put her posture very low, praying to the two black-armored monks on the city wall.
Standing on the right side of the city wall, the black-armored monk with a long face glanced at Yan Meng and Zhuo Wen indifferently, and said expressionlessly: "Get out! Don't even look at what cultivation level you two are? How dare you come to the Black City? "
Yan Meng's pretty face turned extremely pale, she hesitated for a moment, and glanced behind Zhuo Wen who was still silent.
She knew that this was her chance to make a contribution in front of Zhuo Wen. If she failed to do this well, she would be of no value to Zhuo Wen.
The scene of the three puppets self-detonating involuntarily appeared in her mind, and her delicate body trembled. She summoned up courage again and said to the black-armored monk on the city wall: "My lords, didn't there be regulations in the Black City? Cultivation is in the universe. Cultivators below Faxiang can enter the Black City by challenging the test of two cultivators at the peak of the Great Tribulation?"
Another black-armored monk with a round face on the left side of the city wall couldn't help but sneered: "It is true that there are such regulations, but don't you take piss and take care of your own? In the early days of the Great Tribulation of the Universe, one of the Great Tribulation of the Universe In the mid-term, do you dare to challenge?" xdw8
"Get out of here! Don't waste both of our time."
Yan Meng's face flushed red, she felt powerless, and when she was about to refute a few words, a strong breaking wind suddenly came from behind them.
Zhuo Wen, who was originally standing silently behind Yan Meng, had a cold red light flashed in the depths of his eyes, he snorted coldly, held Yan Meng's right arm in one hand, stepped on the void with his right foot, and disappeared in place.
The moment the two of them left their original place, a blazing and terrifying sword light suddenly swept over the ground where they were originally, and then the ground exploded, forming an extremely huge gully.
The sword light was strong and terrifying. After the original ground was exploded, the aftermath of the endless sword light swept in all directions, tearing the surrounding space to pieces.
When the aftermath of the sword light spread in an incomparable manner and landed on the gate of Heicheng, the pattern on the surface of the gate continued to ripple, offsetting all the aftermath of the sword light, and the city gate It is intact.
Zhuo Wen took a deep look at the gate of the Black City. It seems that the materials used in the Black City are definitely not simple, and they can completely offset that powerful and terrifying sword glow so intact.
Whoosh!
After the sword light exploded, a figure came slowly and landed at the gate of the city.
This is a handsome man with a handsome face and fair skin like snow. He is dressed in a black robe with a long-handled Excalibur hanging from his waist.
After he landed at the gate of the city, he glanced at Zhuo Wen who had retreated a hundred paces away with the pale Yan Meng in his hands. The corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and he said indifferently: "The trash in the middle of the Great Tribulation can escape my randomness!" Yijian, you are interesting!"
"But under the sword of my sword, no one has ever survived. Since you can escape my sword move, it means that it is not ordinary! Then I will give you a decent way to die, and I will allow you to kill yourself and apologize."
Zhuo Wen's face turned cold. Is this man named Jian Wuque out of his mind, bragging in front of him, obviously he made a mistake with the sword, but in his mouth, it was a great kindness, and he asked him to commit suicide and apologize. JrNovels.com
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