Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

Those saints, already so scared that they lost their souls, knelt on the ground and cried.

Fear had already shattered their courage.

"Don't! Don't kill me!"

When a saint saw the sword light flying over his head, he was so frightened that he squatted down and let out a shrill cry.

And this sword light did not kill the saint, but killed a cultivator of the Soul Eater behind her!

With the death of this monk, the killing gradually stopped.

The Taoist Tsing Yi also withdrew countless sword lights and stood in the air, looking down at many saints.

"The ancestor of Daoshan spared his life, I am willing to surrender and surrender, willing to surrender..."

One by one, the saints fell to the ground and knelt down to worship, all in darkness, full of mournful cries.

In the Nanman Hall, countless cultivators rushed out and landed around the formation, sighing: "Master of the Nanman Hall, Man Er has seen the ancestor of Daoshan."

"You are the master of the Nanman Temple?" Wang Shuo's eyes fell on the man full of savage aura, revealing a sneer.

Slowly raised his hand, his hand shone with brilliance, four swords combined into one, more than [-] kinds of laws, blessing in that sword light!

In the terrifying atmosphere that was like the collapse of the sky and the earth, Man Er only felt that his body would collapse in the next instant, so he took a step back and shouted: "Ancestor, what are you doing, we... we are here to surrender, Come to surrender!"

Man Er originally thought that the Taoist in front of him was only at the most holy level, but after feeling the power at such a close distance, he immediately overturned this idea. I am afraid that... the most holy does not have such a breath!

"Surrender? I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it, and the laws on you are different from those of other barbarians. I like it very much!" Wang Shuo cracked his mouth and showed a gentle smile.

The breath on Man Er's body is a kind of blood mixed with dark feeling, not the ordinary blood law.

"I...my law? You like...this is just a law of dark blood, although strong..."

When the voice fell, Man Er only felt that the sword light above his head suddenly slashed, and he could clearly feel the sharp breath of the sword light on his forehead, almost breaking his scalp.

"No... Ancestor, what are you doing, we have already surrendered." Man Er was shocked and took a step back in horror.

But after this step, he saw dozens of strange laws, rushing out of the broken void, imprisoning his body!

These dozens of laws are all related to imprisonment... This... He stared at the person in front of him, how could he have dozens of laws related to imprisonment?Could it be that this person is not cultivating a law?

He couldn't help but differentiate his own law aura to comprehend. The next second, he was dumbfounded. He finally understood why this person was only a saint in the early stage of cultivation, yet it gave people such a terrifying feeling!

Three thousand rules, one avenue...

This person cultivates the Dao!

You must know that even if it is the most holy, it is only to comprehend the breath of the Dao, not the real Dao of cultivation.

The person in front of him, however, took the Dao as his own and established his own Dao aura...

Boom~

The sword light finally fell, and Man Er did not even have the ability to resist, from the scalp, to the skull, and then to the brain, flesh, body, and a sword was broken.

The body turned into two halves, each falling.

You can still see the beating organs, the blood spilled, and the distorted face of Man Er's face due to pain!

Those in the Nanman Hall felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this scene.

This is half a step to the most holy, the distance is the most holy, just a foot in the door...

But was cut with a sword.

What is the origin of this person, how can he be so terrifying?

"I am waiting to surrender, I am willing to surrender..."

Those cultivators kept kneeling down and didn't even dare to raise their heads to look at Wang Shuo's calm eyes.

Wang Shuo looked around and found that the laws were repeated in his body, and shook his head helplessly.

These laws, the further back, the more difficult it is to collect.

If it is only by himself, he still does not know the year and month of the collection.

To him, Man Er was just an insignificant saint. The reason for killing him was entirely because of the laws of Man Er, which Wang Shuo did not have.

If Man Er knew that it was because of the law of his own cultivation, and he would not regret it, he chose the law of dark blood?

Wang Shuo stopped his figure, but the people around him still didn't dare to raise their heads, they just knelt on the ground with their heads lowered almost touching the ground.

The shroud of death and the smell of blood around them, all the time, do not make them feel extremely frightened!

Next to Zhiling, Shen Yang's eyes widened. From the beginning to the end, they couldn't imagine that the ancestor of their Daoshan Qinglian was so terrifying?

The top power of the Nanman Hall was destroyed in an instant, and even the hall master of the Nanman Hall was killed by a single sword.

If I were to pick up the sword just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have a chance to react, right?

The two looked at each other with a wry smile.

Wang Shuo also looked at the two of them and asked, "Why are you here?"

"We?" Shen Yang opened his mouth and finally explained: "We left Daoshan that day, and we felt ashamed. We thought that Daoshan had been breached, so we thought about coming to find one of my brothers quite far away. It's the general of the barbarians, and we want to use his relationship to rescue the people from Daoshan!"

"Who would have thought that instead of helping him, he almost killed Brother Manyuan. If it wasn't for the first ancestor, you just arrived, I'm afraid... we've already died here and turned into a pile of loess." Shen Yang's face was bitter .