Son-in-law Dan Zun

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound came out slowly from the storm.

Suddenly, countless people's eyes condensed suddenly. Is this the sound of an ancient bell breaking or a long sword breaking?

The storm gradually weakened, and countless eyes penetrated it, falling on the ancient bell.

I saw a crack emerging on the golden ancient clock exuding a terrible defensive atmosphere.

And, it spread quickly.

"The ancient clock is cracked."

The sound of exclamation resounded, causing the world to boil suddenly.

The silhouettes couldn't help but the heart trembled, and that terrible defense could still be broken by Luo Wushu.

How fierce is this guy's offensive?

"Boom!"

The golden ancient clock burst completely,

The almost devastating energy storm swept across and raged at an astonishing rate of abnormality.

The space is faintly present at this moment, showing an almost distorted shape.

The terrible waves of destruction, intertwined, and raging, are like an apocalyptic scene, which is frightening and daunting.

In the distance, many screams came out.

Those were some unlucky guys, too late to avoid the aftermath of the ravages, directly under the power of destruction, there was no bones left.

Of course, no one pays attention to the hapless guys.

Without the strength, if you have to stay close and watch the excitement, the tragic death deserves it, not worthy of pity.

When the storm is overwhelming, it dissipates completely.

The core area intertwined with the sky's gaze finally slowly exposed the scene.

Wang Yuan lowered his head, looking at the Xingyuan Sword and Tianyuan Pen that had pierced his chest, his eyes were filled with incredible despair.

"How can this be?"

The desperate voice came from his mouth.

At this moment, many people were on his body and saw a twilight breath.

No longer the previous domineering, not the slightest energetic spirit.

"Is this the endurance in your mouth?"

Luo Wushu let out a sarcastic voice, and simultaneously withdrew the Xingyuan Sword and Tianyuan Pen.

Suddenly, Wang Yuan spouted several mouthfuls of essence and blood continuously.

Huh, his face was pale and terrifying.

Luo Wushu's eyes were cold, with the ultimate killing thought, "Now, how do you want to die?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Wang Yuan's expression became extremely embarrassed.

He didn't know how to respond to Luo Wushu's words.

I don't know how to face Luo Wushu.

Because, even at this moment, he still can't accept such a scene.

With his cultivation at the Heavenly Sovereign Realm, how could he be defeated by Luo Wushu, who is only a fifth-grade Earthly Sovereign Realm?

The gap during this period is not a so-called Tianzun-level magical weapon at all, and it can be easily made up.

"It's okay, I'll help you make a decision!"

Luo Wushu showed a cold smile, and Xing Yuan Sword penetrated Wang Yuan's body again.

The tragic attack made Wang Yuan's expression distorted and terrifying.

But he still gritted his teeth, not letting himself scream at all.

It seems like this, others don't know that he has already lost.

Luo Wushu didn't mean to show mercy at all, but tortured Wang Yuan with indifference.

After a long time, Wang Yuan finally heard a voice begging for mercy, "Okay, can you kill me?"

The blood-stained Xing Yuan Sword ran across Wang Yuan's face, with an incomparable coldness, "I will ask you one last time, where are the others?"

"I said, would you just give me a good time?" Wang Yuan seemed to see the light from the darkness all at once, trying to catch it.

Luo Wushu nodded slightly, "You said, I promise I won't torture you again."

"Okay." Wang Yuan said truthfully: "They let the Jianlai Zong strong take away."

"As for why they took away those ant-like things, I don't know."

"It's just an explanation, I can't kill you."

Wang Yuan didn't know why Jianlaizong wanted to do this.

Even if a few people from the sword came to the sect died in the Qingfeng domain, wouldn't it be enough to destroy Huang Xuanzong directly?

Why bother in such a way, and bring people to the Hunyuan domain, and then deal with it.

and.

Why is it that just targeting Luo Wushu and their friends, but directly ignoring Xia Yu, the heaviest suzerain.

But now, he faintly understood.

Luo Wushu is not as simple as he thought, and Jianlaizong probably knows a little bit.

However, it did not tell him.

And it was this part of the concealment that made him underestimate Luo Wushu and ended up in the current situation.

Otherwise, if he has prepared in advance.

Even if there is a difference, how shouldn't it be reduced to such a situation.

You are unkind, I am unrighteous.

Since Jianlaizong didn't treat him as a friend, he naturally didn't need to pay attention to affection.

When two tigers fight, there must be one injury.

At that time, whether it was Luo Wushu who couldn't eat and walked around, or the sword came to the sect to bring disaster.

In his view, it is all a pleasure.

Even though it is impossible to see it with your own eyes, at least, there is his credit.

"Sure enough, Sword Lai Sect..." Luo Wushu's eyes didn't think he narrowed into a line.

The terrible killing intent surging crazily in it.

"You'd better pray that Yixue and others are okay, otherwise, today's Domain Lord's Mansion will be tomorrow's Sword Sect."

Wang Yuan was already embarrassed, and he changed again, looking at Luo Wushu with a trembling heart.

For some reason, Luo Wushu at this moment gave him an unprecedented sense of fear.

Facing Luo Wushu is like facing a bottomless abyss, which brings people inexplicable panic and fear.

"Old man!"

Luo Wushu suddenly shouted.

A terrible flame swept out at this moment, turning the space between him and Wang Yuan into a sea of ​​fire.

The power of the sea of ​​fire is overwhelming.

"You...you don't believe me?"

Wang Yuan's face suddenly showed a deep look of fear, and he said that he would be happy?

Luo Wushu ignored Wang Yuan's voice.

Inside the Fengshen Town Demon Monument, the old man knew, and suddenly, there was a force like a mighty sky that flashed away.

At this moment, an irresistible force erupted from the Demon Stele of Fengshen Town, drawing Wang Yuan's figure into it.

And Luo Wushu's figure also took the initiative to enter it.

With the improvement of the cultivation base and the seals in the demon monuments of Fengshen Town, there is no worry for the time being.

It is not difficult to simply use the Fengshenzhen Demon Monument.

Of course, Luo Wushu didn't dare to use it too frequently, after all, those sealed copies were time bombs.

No one knows if any of the tendons will be wrong, and suddenly there will be a difference.

Wang Yuan looked up.

Looking at the unfamiliar space around, the fear in his eyes became more intense, "Where is this place?"

Luo Wushu was too lazy to respond, instead it was the voice of the old man, which faintly sounded at this moment, "Guess?"

"Who?" Wang Yuan looked up, eyes full of puzzlement and surprise.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather?"

"Eh……"

"..."