The long sword and magic knife penetrated Wen Zhe's body at the same time.
Heart-piercing pain came from every joint in the body.
Spiritual power and magic energy burned in his body at the same time.
And the [Blood Transformation Curse], which had been suppressed so tightly, finally turned back violently at this moment.
No matter inside or outside, the flesh and blood on Wen Zhe's body began to melt layer by layer.
In addition to the fact that the magic core is still functioning, he still has a lingering life.
The rest of the body, like a burning candle, slowly collapsed and dissolved.
He vomited blood profusely, his body went limp, turning into a pool of pus and blood.
Only the magic core at the Adam's apple, connected to his battered head, was still panting.
The robes belonging to the priests were covered on this pool of pus and blood, slowly being stained and stained with disgusting colors.
During this period, Wen Zhe couldn't help but let out heart-piercing screams over and over again.
He begged for help and wailed to his master Zhongli, hoping that the master who loved him like a jewel a thousand years ago would save him.
But this time, Zhong Li just looked at him coldly, there was no pity or sadness in his eyes, only indifference.
Their master-student friendship had been exhausted thousands of years ago.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Wen Zhe let out a desolate and crazy laugh again.
"Master, master... Wen Zhe can no longer follow you..."
"But before you die, Wen Zhe will definitely pave the way for you."
"There is no ant in this world that can hinder your master's path to domination... no..."
"The obstacle that is most likely to hinder you, Wen Zhe... Wen Zhe will get rid of it for you at all costs... Hahaha..."
Xue Ji withdrew the magic knife [Zhuoyue], and said disdainfully: "When you are about to die, you are still clamoring! Just based on your current appearance, whether you are a devil or a ghost, what else do you think you can do..."
Xue Ji hadn't finished speaking, but found that the faces of Elder Minwei and everyone in Xiaoyaomen beside her changed drastically.
Han Ye, Ying Mei, and Xing Lang rushed out desperately.
Yaodao and Tianhe's reactions were also extremely fast, and a strong demonic energy suddenly shot up into the sky, filling the entire mustard space.
Ling Yusheng, who possessed teleportation, disappeared directly in place.
Xue Ji suddenly turned around and looked, her eyes suddenly opened wide.
At this moment, she finally knew why Wen Zhe was so loud.
…
Just now Si Tiancheng and the others regained their strength, joined forces with Yun Ruohan and the others, and subdued the elder Wuzhuang, Yan Yue, and Wu Jie of the Demon Race in an instant.
These demon cultivators were all tied up with magic ropes, and they couldn't move at all.
Several of them were even directly cut off their hands and feet, without the slightest resistance.
So then everyone paid attention to the battle between the demon army and the ghouls, and carefully guarded against Wen Zhe who was hiding in the dark.
But they completely forgot about the elders of Wuzhuang and the demons.
Even Muyan almost forgot their existence.
However, at this moment, the magic ropes on these demons fell off by themselves.
Their expressions are dull and dazed, their pupils are dark and dead silent, as if they have no consciousness at all.
But their movements are extremely fast.
Almost like a lightning bolt, he rushed towards Chu Moli.
"Third!"
"Third Senior Brother!!"
Muyan's pupils suddenly shrank.
Her face was pale at the moment, and all the divine power, immortal power, and magical power in her dantian had been exhausted.
But seeing this scene, I don't know where the strength came from.
The Qijue Sword suddenly appeared from the palm of his hand, blocking the scimitar that Wu Zhuang threw at the first time.