Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

The constantly flickering, massacre shadow just flashed past Bishop Miao, and that hand, the hand full of blood, naturally pinched towards Bishop Miao's head.

Bishop Miao was so frightened that he lost his mind and sacrificed the black gauze magic weapon in his hand, touching...

The black veil was crushed, and the hand pinched his head without any hindrance. Seeing this scene, Bishop Miao shouted loudly, and the broken laws all over his body gathered in his hand and smashed towards the pinched hand.

The two touched each other, and the hand squeezed directly on the shoulder of Bishop Miao who was attacking frantically...

touch~

On that shoulder, a blood mist burst open, and the entire hand bone was shattered in this grasp, leaving no trace of residue.

Bishop Miao was so frightened by this grab that he didn't dare to stop at all. He covered his shoulders and disappeared into the distance as a stream of light.

Wang Shuo couldn't help but pause in mid-air, frowning as he recalled the grab just now. That grab was not intentional, but a subconscious grab.

Just like treating other saints, one catch is treated equally... But is this catch, it seems to catch an incredible character?Have the ability to resist?

Chapter 216 Tianmeng (one more)

Seeing the figure disappearing into a streamer, Wang Shuo was reluctant to bear the many sage laws around him, so he simply let him go, and he stayed where he was and continued to carry out the slaughter.

For a time, grief was everywhere, and blood rained everywhere...

In the chaos of extinction, all are corpses that have fallen like dumplings...

These are all saints...

Six hundred and thirty-one, six hundred and thirty-five, six hundred and forty...

The pair of waving hands gradually evolved into a sword light that filled the sky, and the four swords of Zhuxian, in Wang Shuo's roar, turned into four sword formations, blocking the sky and the sky.

More than [-] kinds of laws, mixed with the evil spirit of the sword light, made the shattered chaos shake violently...

That sword light... was like a big wave, wave after wave, continuously gushing out from the four sword formations.

The rest of the saints only felt cold all over, looking at the colleague who kept falling, their hearts were already dominated by the sword light.

For the first time, they discovered that the saint... was also so fragile that he couldn't even catch a sword light.

Boom~

In the explosion of the sword light, four or five saints were cut into two sections, and the law erupted like a torrent, but the sword light paused for a moment.

The law of the saint in that body only makes the sword light... pause?This……

When a saint who was fleeing saw this scene, he only felt that his soul was frozen by the chill.

That sword light, dense like a torrential rain, slanted down.

"No……"

Boom~

That saint, more and more, more and more casualties.

Wang Shuo is still counting his own laws...

"There are still eight rules, seven hundred, and we should kill all these people and be able to raise them all."

While manipulating the sword light, he continued to kill.

Under the sword light that imposed six hundred and ninety-two laws, Chaos was bombed with holes.

Six hundred and ninety-three, six hundred and ninety-five, six hundred and ninety-eight, six hundred and ninety-nine...

The last saint fell, Wang Shuo murmured the last sentence: "Seven hundred!!"

It's just right, not much, not much, the seven hundred rules of justice, more than [-] saints, hundreds of them escaped, and the rest all fell.

It was only for Wang Shuo that three or four hundred rules were added, and the rest were all repeated.

Taking a breath, Wang Shuo began to clean the battlefield. Although these saints looked relatively poor, they still had a lot of resources added up.

Even if a few hundred escaped, this is still more than [-] saints, and the things collected are enough for ordinary monks to tremble.

It took more than a day to collect all the things. Wang Shuo saw that he was almost full. The fifteen mountain-like storage spaces were speechless. He quickly expanded the interior of the space. Can't let go.

After doubling the storage space, he was too lazy to continue to expand, but returned to where Yin Rouer and Yufei were hiding, jumped into the ravine nearby, and shouted, "Let's go, you can come out."

Hearing Wang Shuo's voice, Yin Rouer and Yufei ran out, and Yin Rouer subconsciously asked, "Those who are chasing..."

"It's all right, let's go, go back and have a look, I plan to go to Shenxu." Wang Shuo said.

"Ah? Shang Shenxu? You..." Yu Fei looked at Wang Shuo in shock. That girl, that legendary existence, climbed the Shenshan Mountain and never came down again.

Then, will the ancestor of Qinglian in front of him be the same as that girl? After this, there will be no trace, and it will become... a legend.

Wang Shuo didn't explain too much, but walked out calmly, followed by Yin Rouer and Yufei behind him.

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Nanshan, Yanyu Village.

This place has been turned into a ruin, with broken high walls, collapsed pavilions, and corpses everywhere.

"Spirit Venerable, it's almost done here, the rest are small fish and shrimp, don't worry about it." A cultivator who cut off two corpses walked to the front of the team.