Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

For a thousand years, the pain was on his body, constantly tormenting him.

Finally, under the blessing of this time and space, I don't know how long it has passed, Tianmeng finally couldn't bear the pain, the laws in his body rioted, and with a bang, he blew himself up...

Wang Shuo's icy eyes swept across the Chaos Clock, turning into a phantom of nothingness, and only then did he put away the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Chaos Bell...

At the same time, he landed on the ground and came to the mud pit dug up by Yu Fei. Yu Fei hurriedly knelt in front of Wang Shuo and knocked his head three times.

"Thank you...your kindness, Yufei will never forget it in this life." He said firmly.

Wang Shuo shook his head: "Bury your aunt first. This matter is not over yet. When the arrangements are made, I have to go to Shenxu."

"Shen Xu..." Yu Fei opened his mouth and asked, "Isn't it okay if you don't go? Back then, that woman... started out for the Yu family, and then she entered Shenxu and never came out again."

Chapter 220 Can You Remember (Five)

Yufei was very afraid, afraid that Wang Shuo, like that woman, went to Shenxu and would never come out again.

Shenxu is like a place of no return. I don’t know how many people are looking for Shenxu to make trouble, and who can come out in the end?

Yu Fei looked at Wang Shuo with choked sobs. His relatives were gone, and there were not many people he knew. The only two people in front of him were good to him.

He didn't want these two to have an accident...

"It's okay, Shenxu must go, at least... give Qian Wu an explanation. When I come back and rebuild Yanyu Village, you can be the owner of Yanyu Village."

Wang Shuo smiled lightly, stepped forward, and patted Yin Rou'er on the shoulder: "You stay here for now and take care of Yufei, I will be back soon..."

"But..." Yin Rou'er also felt a little uneasy, Shen Xu was so terrifyingly praised by the world, is it really okay for the ancestor of Qinglian to be alone?

"Okay, this time I went to Shenxu, not only because of Qian Wu, or some of the dead people, but also because of a girl... I have to go."

Wang Shuo waved his hand, and the two looked at him, unable to say a word, just stared blankly at the back, and slowly left.

Dressed in a blue shirt, the wind rustled, he was not strong, and even had a somewhat elegant back, so... tall.

The drizzle gradually ceased, and the wind was not so strong.

On this piece of land, blood seeps into the depths of the soil in the fine rain, and there are the corpses everywhere, and the smell of blood...

Only that figure, between heaven and earth, gradually disappeared, disappeared on the damp mountain range, and finally... turned into a black spot.

Yin Rouer stretched out her hand bitterly, but finally retracted, saying: "Forget it, since the ancestor Qinglian said so, we can't stay here and do nothing, I will bury your aunt here with you, and then clean up together, Sort out Yanyu Village."

Yu Fei also nodded heavily, his expression gradually became firmer, not as decadent as before, he began to push the surrounding soil into the pit, buried his aunt, and then erected a tombstone.

Afterwards, the two found a lot of hidden Yanyuzhuang disciples around, and under their persuasion and Yin Rouer's strength, they once again condensed into Yanyuzhuang.

The dilapidated villa began to rebuild in full swing...

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God is false.

on the building.

The old man surnamed Ling in the golden robe stood on the edge of the tower, looking out at... the white clouds on the horizon.

Unlike the gloomy days outside, the sky here is clear, there are clouds everywhere, the blue is blue and the sun is shining brightly.

In that cloud layer, hundreds of saints rushed back from afar. Bishop Miao covered his arm and took a lot of healing holy medicine. His arm recovered a little, but it was still aching.

Seeing these people with different injuries and panicked faces, the golden-robed old man frowned.

Even within the sphere of influence of the major bishops of Shenxu, there were many people who discovered Bishop Miao who had rushed back.

An enchanting and charming woman flew to the horizon, looked at Bishop Miao in surprise, and lost her voice: "What's the matter with you? It's actually like this."

Not only this woman, but several bishops also stepped forward to check Bishop Miao's situation, but they were all stunned.

Who is responsible for such a serious injury?

And...the saints behind Bishop Miao are a little less.

They remembered that when they left, Bishop Miao summoned more than [-] saints, and in the end, only about [-] returned.

What's more, almost all of these people were injured. The brutality of this battle can be imagined...

After paying such a heavy price, what kind of enemy did he meet.

"What about Master Ling?" Bishop Miao endured the pain and asked the charming red-robed woman. The woman then recovered a little and exhaled Lanxiang: "I'll take you there, right in the building."

Afterwards, a group of people flew towards the Tianxuan Building, and the remaining saints began to arrange for those returning saints to heal and rest, and some people began to collect information, waiting for their bishop to report back.

A group of people came one after another and came to the upstairs that day. On the [-]st floor, the old man in the golden robe was already sitting in the main seat. Those calm eyes were still looking at the clouds, and the ancient well had no waves...

"Lord Ling!" Bishop Miao knelt down on one knee, gritted his teeth, blood dripping from his arms, and his clothes were stained with blood.

The charming woman in red robe, and other bishops came one after another.

The golden-robed old man stood up and grabbed Bishop Miao's severed arm. Bishop Miao was shocked and thought that the old man was going to do something to himself.

But after a gentle breath fell on the shoulders, the incomplete flesh on the shoulders, the hard-to-recover flesh eroded by the law, began to heal little by little.

"This wound has more than ten kinds of laws attached, and it is no wonder that it cannot be restored. These laws are all related to erosion and prevent your mana from repairing." The old man in the golden robe finally waved his hand, and all the laws on the broken arm shook off. It turned into black smoke and disappeared in place.

And Bishop Miao also found that he was able to repair his arm with magic power, and the whole hand began to repair quickly. He showed happiness and cupped his hands: "Thank you, Lord Ling."