Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

Chapter 213 An open and honest attack (eight more)

In the fog that could not reach five fingers, a shadow of a blue Taoist robe came to the edge of a lake and stopped.

"Just here, kill him, I will find the bishop to collect the reward!"

It turned out that Bishop Miao not only summoned a large number of saints, but also issued a reward. Those saints who were idle and had nothing to do also came to this fog with a reward.

More than [-] saints descended on this land.

Even Wang Shuo, who has so many people, can't kill him!

But... in this kind of slaughter, Wang Shuo can obtain huge benefits, such as the law of continuous growth.

By killing these people, his laws will reach their peak!

Clenching his fists tightly, Wang Shuo began to turn around and kill the rushing saints.

"Come on, this breath... Quasi-Saint?"

"Did we fall for the trick, this is not the enemy we are chasing?"

"Maybe it's just one to die."

A group of saints, frowning, looking disdainful, relaxed.

Until Wang Shuo rushed into the crowd, the law of physical strength and the two hundred and forty-six kinds of laws erupted, and the whole world was shaking...

One punch!

A saint who approached was directly smashed to pieces, disillusioning a piece of flesh and blood.

One punch and one saint, everyone's scalp is numb.

This...is this a quasi-saint?

These people were startled and even wanted to back off.

But...it was too late.

The fist kept falling, and no saint could stop a punch.

After a few back and forth, there were only three saints present.

And as more people were killed, the speed of this green-robed Taoist became faster and more terrifying...

Gradually, they could no longer see the whereabouts of this person, as if the whole world was filled with this person's figure!

This is impossible!

Another punch shattered a saint's body, and the remaining two were shocked.

"Let's go!" The remaining two wanted to choose a direction to escape, but before they had time to leave, there was a law fluctuation behind them.

Afterwards, a pair of icy hands tightly squeezed their necks, and the Taoist priest in green robe appeared behind them at some point!

click!

The sound of the neck being pinched, the whole head was twisted down.

After the death of these two saints, the aura of Wang Shuo gradually climbed to a more terrifying peak...

"Two hundred and fifty-seven..."

Wang Shuo murmured, and after swept away the wealth of these saints, he continued to lurk in the mist, hunting down enemies.

Around this mountain range, screams resounded continuously, like... a purgatory on earth.

Before I knew it, half a day had passed.

Wang Shuo stood on the edge of a lake, washing the blood from his body. The fluctuations of the laws on his body had gone from two hundred and fifty-seven to three hundred and twenty-eight.

Along the way, there are two or three hundred saints who died in his hands.

"Unfortunately, there are many overlapping laws, but these laws are not useless, at least let my low-level law cultivation base reach the pinnacle of quasi-sage!"

At this time, almost all of his many law cultivation bases have entered the peak of quasi-sage.

This means that his every move is a result of all three hundred and twenty-eight quasi-saint peaks, and they all converge at one point.

Ordinary saints will fall when they meet each other.

"Cleaning up all these saints, my law may be able to reach more than seven or eight hundred."

Wang Shuo's eyes were deep, and he continued to start hunting... This day, it was dark and bright, bright and dark, and several days passed in a flash...

More and more saints were killed and wounded. In just a few days, [-] saints fell.

Standing outside the fog, Bishop Miao, who heard the news, took a deep breath, looked at the person who reported the news, and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you're not kidding me? Five hundred and thirty-four saints have fallen? This... …how is this possible?"

Even in the most tragic siege, there has never been such a heavy casualty, right?What is the origin of the other party?

"Then do you know how many enemies are in this fog?" Bishop Miao continued to ask.

"This... subordinates don't know, only know that the sky is overwhelming, they are all cyan shadows, it's like... It's like there are enemies everywhere, in every corner, and the speed is so fast that they can't be caught at all."

The man answered with his head down.

These words made Bishop Miao take a deep breath, everywhere?Then the number of enemies is probably not a thousand, but there are hundreds, and each of them can easily kill a saint. How is this possible?