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"Thank you, nephew. If you are bragging, don't take me with you."

Jose corrected him with a dry cough.

He was not as brainless and inexperienced as Xie Zhi. He had been sizing up Zhao Wu from the moment he appeared. He did not feel too many aura fluctuations from the former, and could not tell the true depth.

"Uncle Master, you were not like this just now."

Xie Zhi was a little confused. If he remembered correctly, just now his uncle had confidently said, "Everything is under control."

Jose was too lazy to pay attention to Xie Zhi, but forced out a smile, came to Zhao Wu, and said: "Old Sect Master Zhao, we two nephews are here for no other reason than to discuss with you. Can you bring back the female disciple of the sect who was imprisoned by you in Wuzong before?"

"Do you think it's possible?" Zhao Wu glanced at him and asked.

"So there's no need to discuss it?" The smile on Jose's face faded, revealing a hint of coldness.

"We can discuss it. Kneel down or die."

Zhao Wu said expressionlessly, still very strong.

"That's a shame."

"Tonight I can only kill you, the former martial arts master."

Jose said sadly, and immediately he no longer suppressed his own cultivation, and an extremely powerful wave surged out.

That powerful aura enveloped everyone present like a hurricane.

"The Sky Control Realm is perfect!"

"Is this your confidence?"

Zhao Wu looked as usual and did not take Jose seriously.

His true strength has now returned to the realm of a martial artist. Not to mention a mere Sky Control Realm Dzogchen, even a strong one in the Dan Formation Realm can hardly pose much of a threat to him.

"Uncle Master, he is looking down on you."

"Can you still bear this?"

Xie Zhi opened his mouth to make up for it in time.

"Shut up."

Jose's face darkened and he signaled to Xie Zhishao to talk nonsense.

"Zhao Wu, you seem to be very confident, but the more confident you are, the faster you die."

"Let you see what I really can do."

Jose no longer hesitated and directly held out a black soul refining flag. Countless black souls rushed out from it, making howling sounds of ghosts and wolves, instantly covering the originally bright starry sky.

"scold!"

Jose gave a cold shout, and countless souls let out cries of ghosts and howls, and were pulled by a terrible force and rushed into his body quickly.

In an instant, Jose's already tyrannical momentum skyrocketed, and finally surpassed the upper limit of the Sky Control Realm, and directly forcibly entered the level of the Core Formation Realm.

"Blood Soul Banner!"

Zhao Wu recognized this object instantly, and his face became a little gloomy.

The Blood Soul Banner is the most favorite magical weapon of the cultivators of the Nether Demon Sect. It can refine and inject the souls of living people into it. The more souls are refined, the stronger the Blood Soul Banner will be.

Judging from the situation just now, Jose's blood soul flag has at least a thousand souls, which means that he has slaughtered thousands of lives.

"I have good eyesight. My blood soul flag is extremely powerful and can refine the souls of a thousand girls."

"With the help of the power of the Blood Soul Banner, I can compete with the cultivators of the Tribulation Pill Realm."

"Zhao Wu, are you afraid?"

Feeling the endless power surging within his body, Jose was elated. Compared to the cautious man just now, he seemed to be a completely different person.

"Afraid of you Madd!"

"You deserve to die after killing thousands of creatures to gain such power."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wu's murderous intention surged, and he suddenly clenched his fingers tightly, and then punched out domineeringly.

"Suppression!"

Jose's face was cold, he held the Blood Soul Flag and chopped it down with one blow, and the black runes rose up, forming a terrifying magic light!

boom!

Two completely different forces collided, and the next second the black magic light only remained in a stalemate for a moment before collapsing.

"how come……"

Jose was a little surprised, knowing that with the power of the Blood Soul Banner, he was already able to compete with the immortal cultivators in the Dan Formation Realm, and the innate warriors would be his opponents.

Seeing Zhao Wu's fist coming towards him, Jose could only wave the blood soul flag again. Countless souls howled, forming ripples like waves, and he barely managed to block the blow.

But even so, Jose was still staggered back by the aftermath, and even the Blood Soul Flag in his hand became a bit dim.

"You are not an innate warrior! Could it be that..."

The way Jose looked at Zhao Wu had completely changed.

Zhao Wu did not answer him, but walked forward step by step.

His white hair was flying, and the blood energy all over his body was surging. He was like a resurrected ancient god of war, with terrifying energy spreading continuously.

Feeling Zhao Wu's momentum at this moment, Jose's face turned extremely ugly.

"A warrior in the martial arts realm!"

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

But even so, Jose still didn't show any panic, and Xie Zhi next to him didn't make any move to escape.

"It's time for you to take action."

Looking at Zhao Wu approaching step by step, Jose suddenly shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, before Zhao Wu could react, several powerful and terrifying auras suddenly rose into the sky from all around.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wu frowned slightly and turned to look in the direction from which the auras came. He saw three terrifying figures appearing in the darkness!

The four people, both male and female, were all wearing the iconic costumes of the Netherworld Demon Sect. They came directly side by side, and the fluctuations in their respective cultivation levels were three points more powerful than Jose's.

"The former human martial saint has indeed aged badly. Even if he still has the power of a martial artist, he still cannot change the outcome of his fall."

A man with a withered face spoke coldly, with a hint of contempt in his tone.

"Four in the Dan Formation realm."

Zhao Wu frowned slightly, it seemed that the Netherworld Demon Sect had already prepared. Moreover, the four of them seem to have special magic weapons on their bodies that can hide their own aura. Otherwise, how could they hide it from their own senses!

"Old man Zhao, are you surprised?"

"Uncle Master and I are just bait. You won't be able to escape with your wings tonight. What kind of human martial saint you are, you will soon turn into human loess."

"Master, you and your uncle and aunt must crush this man to ashes."

Xie Zhi was so proud that he laughed wildly, as if he had seen Zhao Wu's miserable ending, his voice full of ridicule.

"Zhao Wu, you are indeed very strong, but you are old after all, and you still fight alone."

"No one who dares to go against our Netherworld Demon Sect will have a good end."

Jose also sneered again and again, and he and the other four powerful men from the Nether Demon Sect's Dan Formation Realm blocked all Zhao Wu's escape routes from different directions.

"Zhao Wu, surrender the strange stone without any effort, and we can consider sparing your life."

A middle-aged man with a stern face spoke slowly, trying to persuade Zhao Wu to surrender.

In addition to the original Jose, the Netherworld Demon Sect now has five strong men in the Core Formation Realm. This terrifying lineup is enough to overwhelm many immortal cultivating forces in Qianshan City.

Although Zhao Wu is a warrior and has the advantage of being almost invincible in the same realm, he still feels strong pressure when facing such a terrifying lineup.

And who can guarantee whether there are any other powerful immortal cultivators from the Nether Demon Sect secretly?

For a time, Zhao Wu's situation became a little dangerous.

"Option 1, surrender to the Netherworld Demon Sect and others, reward: Earth-grade martial arts skills."

"Option two, wait for death in silence, reward: high-grade magic weapon."

"Option three, go forward bravely and angrily yell at the Netherworld Demon Sect and others. Reward: Improve the current small realm."

At this moment, the system prompt sound suddenly came from Zhao Wu's mind.