"Is it my delusion?"

Wu Xingyuan muttered to himself, and derived his own divine sense to sense the fluctuations of Fang Cai, but found that he had gained nothing.

In the end, Wu Xingyuan shook his head, and after confirming that Fang Cai's feeling was an illusion, he concentrated on immersing himself in the baptism pool, quickly improving his strength.

"This Wu Xingyuan's divine sense is quite keen, and he actually sensed the slightest fluctuation the moment the big world entered the baptismal pool!"

A speck of dust was suspended hundreds of meters above the baptismal pool, and Zhuo Wen's gaze in the big world became solemn.

But after Wu Xingyuan stopped paying attention to this side, he continued to control the dust turned by the Great World, sweeping straight into the depths of the sky.

Soon, Zhuo Wen arrived tens of thousands of meters above the sky, and at this moment, the corpses of the three ancestral witches were already close at hand.

However, the dust formed by the Great World, the moment it approached the corpses of the three ancestral witches, it was blocked out by an invisible and qualitative transparent energy.

Zhuo Wen knew that this was the prohibition set by Wu Wuxian.

He controlled the big world, and he circled around the three ancestral witch corpses a few times, and after careful observation, his face became extremely solemn.

He took a cursory look and found that outside the corpses of these three ancestral witches, there were nine hundred and eighty-one prohibitions, and the level of each prohibition had basically reached the level of Tongtian.

"The Wu Clan is really cautious enough about these three ancestral witch corpses, and they have actually arranged a lot of prohibitions, even if an ordinary Tongtian-level Array Dao Divine Master comes here, they will be helpless against this kind of complex prohibition!" Zhuo Wen observed for a while, frowned and shook his head.

However, Zhuo Wen is not an ordinary Tongtian-level Array Dao Divine Master, his Formation Dao is inherited from the Dan Array Immortal Monarch's lifelong work Dan Array True Record, and his level is far stronger than that of the same level of Array Dao Divine Master.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen also has the mystery of Hongmeng Wuji, which specializes in breaking the ban, and with his formation level, it is not too difficult to break the ninety-nine eighty-one ban.

After learning about the ninety-nine-eighty-one prohibitions, Zhuo Wen did not rush to break it, but controlled the big world and returned to the shore of the baptismal pool, returning to the shoulders of Ziwei Xingjun.

"Brother Zhuo, why did you come back so soon?" Ziwei Xingjun asked in surprise.

"It's complicated, but it doesn't pose much of a threat to me, so I'm going to get rid of the people in the way first, and then I'm going to slowly find what I need!" replied Zhuo Wen.

Ziwei Xingjun's eyes flashed with excitement, and he couldn't help but stand up and laugh.

He endured it for so long, and he was very aggrieved, and now Zhuo Wen's words are too comfortable for him.

Ziwei Xingjun's laughter naturally alarmed the eleven other geniuses in the baptismal pool.

Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin were furious, what kind of madness did this Zixing have, and he was obviously cowardly to death in front of them.

Now you dare to laugh all of a sudden, is this a deliberate attempt to distract them?

"Zixing, you are simply looking for death! Originally, I wanted to let you go, but you actually disturbed my cultivation, you deserve death, let me die!"

Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin crossed out of the baptism pool at the same time, like two bolts of lightning, and swept towards Ziwei Xingjun.

The terrifying wind swept away, and the surrounding time and space seemed to be reversed.

This Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin are very strong in cultivation, both of them are in the early stage of the Heavenly Lord, and the two of them can join forces to fight against the mid-stage powerhouses of the Heavenly Lord.

Wu Qiutong and they all looked at Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin in surprise, they all felt that these two people shot at the same time, which was a bit of a fuss, and they were too cautious.

Ziwei Xingjun snorted coldly, kicked his right foot violently, and almost punched Wu Xiuran, completely ignoring Wu Wenbin behind him.

"This idiot is hitting a stone with an egg!"

Wu Wenbin couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw that Ziwei Xingjun decisively giving up the empty door to defend him in order to attack that Wu Xiuran.

But soon, Wu Wenbin realized that something was wrong.

Because when his offensive approached Ziwei Xingjun, a very ominous feeling suddenly rose in his heart, and he actually sensed another extremely terrifying energy behind Ziwei Xingjun, which was approaching him.

Suddenly, at Ziwei Xingjun's shoulder, a spiral vortex appeared, and in the midst of that vortex, an imposing fist like a rainbow burst out.

At the moment when his fists and palms touched, Wu Wenbin only felt that in front of this fist, he was as small as an ant, and then his right fist directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Wu Wenbin screamed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew out upside down with his mutilated right arm.

At the moment of flying upside down, Wu Wenbin saw the fist in the whirlpool disappear, and a figure walked out.

And this figure was so familiar to him, it turned out to be Long Wen who had been captured by their high priest, but how could this be?

Just as Wu Wenbin was thinking wildly, Long Wen kicked his right foot, as if teleporting, and disappeared in place.

By the time Long Wen reappeared, he was already close to him.

"So fast!"

Wu Wenbin had just thought of these two words in his mind, and Zhuo Wen's terrifying fist burst out again, turning into a dense fist shadow in the void, all of which hit his body.

Puff puff!

The terrifying fist shadow fell on Wu Wenbin's body, bursting out one after another of blood mist, looking poignant and hideous.

Wu Wenbin's consciousness was almost blurred, and the pain in his whole body was numb.

When he barely opened his eyes, a huge fist grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, and finally hit the center of his eyebrows.

A strong pain struck, and then, Wu Wenbin's vision completely turned into darkness.

Poof!

Wu Wenbin was almost killed in an instant, fell to the ground, and his soul collapsed.

Not long after Wu Wenbin was killed, Wu Xiuran also screamed, and his body was directly torn in half by Ziwei Xingjun, his soul collapsed, and his bones were mutilated.

The moment Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin were killed instantly, all the geniuses in the baptismal pool opened their eyes, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Wu Xiuran and Wu Wenbin had just made a move, and they were actually killed in seconds, and Zixing, a child of this little clan, was too terrifying.

But soon, the moment they saw another figure next to Wu Wenbin's corpse, everyone gasped.

Because of this figure, they are not only not unfamiliar, but they are too familiar.

Because he is Long Wen who was captured by the Wu Clan.

"This, this, this...... What's going on? Isn't it that I'm dazzled, how can this dragon text appear here?"

Feng Buming rubbed his eyes vigorously, and the moment he opened his eyes, his neck was tightly grasped by a big hand, and then the whole person was lifted out of the baptismal pool, his feet hanging in the air, constantly swinging.

"You get closer now and see if you're dazzled!"

Zhuo Wen carried Feng Buming, his tone was as calm as water, but in Feng Buming's ears, it was so cold and piercing, and he trembled all over.

"It's really you...... Long Wen?" Feng Buming's eyes widened, and his voice was sharp.

"Feng Buming, I want to give you a surprise, my original name is not Long Wen, but Zhuo Wen!" Zhuo Wen suddenly transmitted a message to Feng Buming, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Buming trembled, he stared at Zhuo Wen deadly, and blurted out: "You are Zhuo ......"

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to say the last word, because his neck was twisted and his soul was destroyed......