Chapter 1629

"You do it? It's up to you? Are you kidding?" Qingcang said coldly.

Many people around showed strange colors, especially after they felt the smell of broken mysterious holy land on Zhuo Wen, this strange color became more and more rich.

Although Mu Zhuo showed good fighting power before, the broken Xuan holy land is the broken Xuan holy land after all. Even the blood will not sound ten times. How can this son do it?

Zhuo Wen ignored Qingcang and walked to the blood tripod step by step. The clear footsteps echoed on the whole square, finally making those people who were lost in mind come back to God.

"Are you kidding? Just like you, it's impossible to ring the blood tripod ten times. Why waste our time and die for me!"

The green eyes showed a cold idea, stepped out one step, swept into the sky like a hawk and falcon, swept in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant, pointed out with the five fingers of his right hand, and the green energy gushed out like countless sword Qi, rushing towards the key points of Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. When he was about to make a move, a bloody figure suddenly blocked Qingcang's face. A bloody fist burst out and hit Qingcang's five fingers heavily.

Boom!

The roar of explosion sounded, the green pupils shrunk, and they couldn't help but step back, and the bloody figure also stepped back dozens of steps.

"Xuejiang, what do you mean? Do you want to ruin your promise? You know, your grades are worse than me. You should fulfill your bet?"

Qingcang stared at the bloody figure in front of him coldly, and the bloody figure was no other than the previous angry blood devil.

The blood devil said coldly: "Qingcang, are you too anxious? My final score has not been completely determined. Brother Mu is my helper. My score can be determined only after he has tried."

"Ha ha, ridiculous! Xuejiang, you are really degenerate. It really makes me look at you with new eyes to place your hope on this garbage!" Qingcang sneered.

The blood devil's eyes were cold, but he didn't look at Qingcang, but stared at the manager Zang Feng not far away and said, "manager, Qingcang wants to break the rules. I think you should take care of it?"

Zang Feng glanced at the blood devil and looked at Qingcang again. Finally, he looked at Zhuo Wen and said with a light smile: "since your helper wants to try, try it! But how terrible the power of the blood tripod is. I think you know better than me. If your helper dies because he can't bear it, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Manager, don't worry, Mu still can't die!" Zhuo Wen responded coldly.

"Then come over!" Zang Feng said faintly.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were flat and walked to the blood tripod as if there were no one else.

"Hum! I'm just doing something in vain."

With a cold hum, the green man retreated to the edge of the square.

The blood devil looked at Zhuo Wen with complex eyes and sighed and helpless in his heart. Although he still had a glimmer of hope for Zhuo Wen in his heart, his reason told him that it was basically impossible for Zhuo Wen to knock ten times or even more.

However, the blood devil didn't want to admit defeat like this, so he still put the subtle hope on Zhuo Wen.

When Zhuo Wen came to the blood tripod, there were boos all around, and even some people laughed as if they were watching a joke.

"Am I right? The little guy in the broken Xuan holy land is really going to try the blood tripod? Isn't it overkill?"

"It's really an ant trying to shake the tree. Is there something wrong with his brain?"

“……”

The six commanders and the mansion leader Xue Hentian, who were sitting in high positions, closed their eyes and stopped paying attention. The little guy in the broken mysterious holy land really didn't want them to pay attention.

Zhuo Wen looked on coldly at the mockery and sarcasm of the people around him.

Suddenly, Zhuo Wen pointed out that twenty Yellow Springs lingered around him like twenty lightning.

Bang, bang, bang!

At the moment when the finger fell on the blood Dingding, Zhuo Wen even nodded five times. For a moment, the sound of the five Dingding sounded like a Hong Zhong Da Lv. In an instant, it echoed around the square and shocked everyone's eardrums.

At the moment when the sound of the five tripods rang through, the countless laughter around suddenly stopped. Everyone suddenly stood up and stared at the slender figure in front of the blood tripod.

The stone crack, whose back was leaning against the corner and closed his eyes for rest, suddenly opened and closed his eyes at the moment when the five tripod sounds sounded, and a wisp of shining fine awn erupted from his eyes.

"Is this man... Crazy?"

Shi crack stared at Zhuo Wen's back and finally spit out this sentence. Even he just knocked four times in a row at the beginning. The pressure generated by the four voices was just the scope he could bear.

If the five tones are in unison, the stone crack is very clear. He may be able to resist the pressure of the superposition of the five tones, but he may be injured.

But the man in front of him, but the cultivation of the broken Xuan holy land, knocked five times in the beginning, not to mention the broken Xuan holy land. Even the saints of the cloudy holy land should be completely annihilated under this pressure.

Although the saints in the holy land of Yangtian cannot die, they are bound to be seriously injured.

Qingcang was also stunned, but soon he gloated and said, "blood general, it seems that you are asking for death. The five voices are very powerful. He is dead."

The blood devil frowned at Chengchuan. Now he couldn't understand Zhuo Wen more and more. He really couldn't figure out how Zhuo Wen knocked five times at the beginning.

In the eyes of banter after banter, the pressure of five voices rolled down like an angry dragon. For a moment, the square trembled violently, and a huge crack appeared directly, like a terrible gully.

WOW!

The invisible ripples spread around at a rapid speed. Many generals on the edge of the square were also deeply affected. It can be seen how terrible this threat is.

Zhuo Wen stood proudly in a black robe, hunting and flying. He raised his head and felt the pressure coming closer and closer. With one finger, he suddenly pointed out that twenty drops of yellow spring gathered at his fingertips and swayed up.

Boom!

When the pressure came, Zhuo Wen only felt his shoulders sink and his knees bend slightly. Immediately, he clearly felt that the twenty yellow springs were rapidly collapsing bit by bit.

Under this pressure, twelve drops were directly dispersed, leaving eight yellow springs.

The yellow spring contains the meaning of the cycle of life and death, which can live or die. When Zhuo Wen offered twenty drops of the yellow spring, he added the meaning of the life of the yellow spring to himself, so as to connect his vitality with the yellow spring.

If the twenty drops of yellow spring were not annihilated at all, Zhuo Wen's vitality would not be destroyed.

And the result is indeed the case. The five roaring threats only annihilated twelve Yellow Springs, making Zhuo Wen completely survive under this threat.

As the pressure dissipated, Zhuo Wen was keenly aware that the twelve yellow springs that had been annihilated were reunited under the meaning of the reincarnation of life and death.

"This killing yellow spring is really terrible. Although the power is not strong now, this characteristic is really terrible! Twenty yellow springs are combined with your vitality. If twenty yellow springs do not break up at one blow, you will be intact. Only when twenty yellow springs are completely broken down at one blow, can external forces completely attack your noumenon."

In the sea, Xiao Hei's exclamation sounded. At this moment, even Xiao Hei couldn't help praising the horror and extraordinary of the killing yellow spring.

"If the number of Yellow Springs you gather in the future is really terrible, I'm afraid the strong at Xiansheng level may not kill you. Zhuo Wen's magic is really terrible."

Hearing Xiao Hei's exclamation, Zhuo Wen also realized that the killing yellow spring was strong, and he couldn't help feeling a little happy and excited.

"Did you make it through? I made it through under the pressure of five voices."

When the pressure dissipated slowly, the scene that everyone imagined that Muzhuo would be directly crushed to death did not appear, but that Muzhuo still stood in place and seemed to be intact.

"How is that possible?"

Qingcang suddenly stood up, his eyes showed a strong shock, and the blood devil also stood up, but his eyes showed excitement.

Shicrack Gu Jing's eyes also showed a moving color. He stared at the figure of Zhuo Wen and frowned slowly. He also couldn't figure out how the warrior in the small broken Xuan holy land could resist the terrible pressure.

"The first five tones only break up twelve Yellow Springs. Now let me see how many yellow springs can be broken up by the last five tones?"

Zhuo Wen's heart filled with lofty sentiments. He wanted to see how strong the defense of the twenty Yellow Springs was.

At the thought of this, Zhuo Wen pointed out that he was close to the surface of the blood tripod, and then quickly pointed out five times. The sound of the five tripods rang through the square like the roar of an angry dragon, and an ancient threat spread from the square, as if to frighten the world.

Tengteng!

At this moment, all the martial artists around stood up, even Shi crack stood up, and their eyes were unbelievably staring at the slender figure standing in front of the blood tripod.

"Five more!"

Xuehentian and the first commander opened their eyes at the same time. Their sharp eyes burst out and condensed on Zhuo Wen.

Zang Feng stepped back a few steps and his eyes also showed shock.

He was shocked enough to knock the first five times, but he also knocked the last five times, which was the only thing Zang Feng had ever seen in his life.

"Is this guy a freak? He knocked five times in a row. This pressure is much more terrible than the first five?" Zang Feng said coldly in his heart.

WOW!

The sound of the five tripods resounded again. The blood tripod trembled violently, and the invisible ripples spread from the ground. The ground of the whole square collapsed, and countless gravel suddenly floated in the air.

In the blood dingdingkou, blood gas and resentment gushed out like a volcanic eruption. The rich blood color and dense resentment made people around tremble.

They can feel that if they are in such terrible blood and resentment, they will die.

"I don't know how this son can resist this pressure and resentment?"

Countless eyes converged on Zhuo Wen. They all wanted to see what response this son had.