Poof!

The strange bird screamed and fell directly to the ground, completely losing its breath.

Whoosh!

At the moment when the strange bird fell to the ground and died, Zhuo Wen found that in the surrounding black woods, there was a dense sound of rustling, and in his eyes, black shadows were constantly flickering and running.

The low roar of the beast, one after another, surrounded the clearing.

Zhuo Wen slowly stood up and looked at the flickering black shadows in the dense forest around him.

He knew that Fang Cai's movement was too big, attracting the attention of other creatures in the mountain peak area, and now he was afraid that many creatures had gathered, and they were gathering momentum and eyeing him.

Zhuo Wen's whole body exuded a crystal light, his eyes were like a torch, and the sword qi around him was horizontal, but it had no effect on him at all.

Ever since Zhuo Wen's Pangu Holy Body was promoted to the Seventh Star, there had been a qualitative leap, and the sword qi in the peak area couldn't even break through his epidermis.

Roar!

Suddenly, a dark shadow roared and swept out of the secret order.

It was a ten-foot-tall tiger, with a pitch-black body and scaly skin, and strong muscles that constantly wriggled as it ran, showing great strength.

The strength of this black tiger is not very strong, judging from its aura, it is only about half a step through the Lord.

The black tiger's scarlet eyes exuded a hideous and greedy light, and the bloody mouth opened widely, as if it was about to devour Zhuo Wen's entire person.

However, the moment the black tiger arrived in front of Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen's right hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the black tiger's neck.

What is shocking is that the huge black tiger, its neck is held in Zhuo Wen's hand, no matter how hard it struggles, it can't get rid of it.

The black tiger's eyes showed a look of fear, it didn't expect the power of this human race to be so terrifying, it wanted to break free, but found that it was all in vain.

Bang!

Zhuo Wen's right hand slammed into force, pressed the black tiger to the ground, and then turned his left hand into a fist and smashed it down with a punch.

I saw that the entire Death Forbidden Mountain area was shaken, and the black tiger's head was directly exploded, and a terrifying cracked pit appeared on the ground.

The headless corpse of the black tiger struggled and swayed unconsciously, and finally stopped swinging completely, and the dead could no longer die.

When Zhuo Wen killed the black tiger with one punch, Zhuo Wen could clearly feel that the movements of the black shadows in the surrounding black forest froze for a while.

Obviously, his hand frightened the creatures hidden in the dense forest.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, he lifted the corpse of the black tiger and threw it backwards.

The corpse of the black tiger was suddenly thrown out by him with the sound of the whistling wind, and in an instant, several creatures that had originally swept out of the black forest behind and wanted to sneak attack him were immediately hit by the corpse of the black tiger, and they couldn't help but fly upside down into the black forest.

At the moment when Zhuo Wen threw out the black tiger's corpse, Zhuo Wen kicked his right foot and burrowed into the dense forest in front of him.

There are a lot of creatures in this mountain area, he can't spend all the time with these guys here, he has to cross the black forest in a short time, reach the peak of the mountain, and leave here.

The moment Zhuo Wen drilled into the black forest, he was immediately attacked by several black shadows.

These black shadows are also black tigers, but the strength of these black tigers is weaker than the previous one, and they are just the peak strength of the creation level.

Zhuo Wen punched out, like Changhong Guanri, which punched these black tigers blocking the way through the body and slammed them to the ground, while he continued to move forward.

Although Zhuo Wen's eyes were calm, he was a little anxious in his heart.

The moment these creatures appeared, Zhuo Wen had already cast the Eye of the Candle Dragon, and he could see clearly that the creatures surrounding him were at least three digits.

And what made him even more jealous was that there were actually seven creatures at the level of the Lord of Heaven, and the two strongest creatures were the mid-level strength of the Tongtian level, and they were powerful creatures of the level of the Strange Bird and the Giant Python.

The only thing that made Zhuo Wen breathe a sigh of relief now was that these seven heaven-level creatures were all standing still, silently following him behind.

And he also found that this temperament Tongtian-level creature was not in the same camp, and while tracking him, they were also guarding against each other, as if they were guarding against thieves.

What Zhuo Wen is most afraid of is that these seven Heavenly Lord-level creatures are in a group, if these seven Heavenly Lord-level creatures unite to encircle and suppress him, then Zhuo Wen will be really dangerous.

Zhuo Wen kept jumping in the black forest, and in the dense forest on both sides of him, there was a dense sound of rustling, and black shadows followed him like ghosts, attacking at any time to give Zhuo Wen a fatal blow.

Sou!

Another black shadow, unexpectedly, flew from Zhuo Wen's side, opened its bloody mouth, and bit towards Zhuo Wen's chest.

An unpleasant smell of fishy wind came, Zhuo Wen's eyes were calm, the forward trend did not stop, and a punch blasted out, smashing on the head of the black shadow.

The black shadow let out a wailing sound, and its head was smashed to pieces, splattering countless plasma.

Next, in the process of Zhuo Wen's continuous rushing, black shadows continued to emerge from the black forest and launched a deadly attack on Zhuo Wen, but all of them were successfully intercepted by Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen's whole body was stained with blood, like a tyrannical and bloody bloody man, most of this blood was on the body of a foreign beast, but Zhuo Wen basically did not suffer much injury.

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I have to say that the Seven-Star Pangu Holy Body is indeed much more powerful than the Six-Star Pangu Holy Body.

If it weren't for Zhuo Wen's promotion of the Pangu Holy Body, Zhuo Wen would not have had a chance to escape from the encirclement of these powerful creatures.

But Zhuo Wen didn't dare to be careless, as he continued to approach the peak of the mountain, through the eye of the candle dragon, he noticed that the seven Heavenly Lord-level creatures that had been chasing after him without moving their hands began to move.

Zhuo Wen formed his hands into claws, and violently tore apart the two half-step Divine Lord-level beasts, and his eyelids jumped suddenly.

A huge black bull rushed towards it, and its huge horns emitted a cold glow.

This black bull Zhuo Wen is no stranger, when he was in the mountainside area, he met the black bull in the early days of the Lord, but he didn't expect this black bull to be attracted to the mountain peak area, and now he is chasing him.

"Look for death!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, he jumped and landed on the head of the black bull, and grasped the pair of hard horns of the black bull with both hands.

Roar, roar, roar!

The black bull roared angrily, constantly shaking its huge head, and its huge body was rampage in the black forest, only to see the black trees being knocked to the ground by the black bull.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a fierce look, he used the eye of the candle dragon to see the other six Heavenly Lord-level creatures, and they were already ready to move.

He knew very well that if he didn't quickly deal with this black bull, the other six Heavenly Lord-level creatures would think that his strength was very weak, and they would instead attack him one after another.

If you want to make those six Heavenly Master-level creatures jealous, you must show enough strength.

"Die!"

Zhuo Wen pinched the trick in his right hand and used the Mystery Blade.

In an instant, the blazing light condensed from the palm of his right hand, and a huge blade of light full of ancient vicissitudes appeared in Zhuo Wen's hand.

That vast aura surprised even Zhuo Wen.

But Zhuo Wen didn't think too much about it, he held the Weather Blade in his hand and slammed it into the black bull's head.

Suddenly, blood gushed out, and Zhuo Wen once again condensed a Weather Blade and plunged into the black bull's skull again.

The black bull screamed in pain, and shook his head even more.

The corners of Zhuo Wen's mouth were full of sneers, and he held two open weather blades, and with a sharp tear, the head of the black bull was directly torn in half......