Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Are you crazy?" Beside him, there was a man with a strong figure and loose hair: "Before we came here this time, the Dark Council had a treaty, that we could only kill the monks in the Central Plains, and we must not interfere in the war among mortals! "

"Have you forgotten, thousands of years ago, that terrifying Taoist priest who almost killed our ancestors?"

"Hey, don't be nervous." The vampire shrugged: "I know, what you want to talk about is those guys who are respected as big real people."

"But those terrifying real people have already left this world, otherwise we wouldn't dare to set foot on this land (King Nuo's)."

"Look, since there is no existence that scares us in this land, why can't we have fun? Don't you want to taste the blood that grew up on the soil of immortals?"

Hearing this, the majestic man seemed to be a little moved: "Indeed...we have never encountered any strong obstacles along the way."

"Perhaps the Dark Parliament is really too cautious..."

"Wait..." At this moment, the vampire suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance in horror: "What is that?"

The sky seemed to dim a bit.

At the end of the sky, there seemed to be a flash of white light, spanning thousands of miles in an instant, passing by the two of them, and then rushing into the distance.

bang -- bang --

Two headless corpses fell from mid-air, and as soon as they touched the ground, their bodies instantly turned into dust.Life.

Chapter 810

This is no accident.

That ray of white light was like a frightening bird, and it almost skipped thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in an instant.

But wherever the white light passed, all the monks of the foreign races were like the two vampires before, all their heads flew up, and their headless corpses fell down.

Some corpses even turned into dust in mid-air and were blown away by the strong wind before they touched the ground.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of monks of different races were beheaded.

At this moment, Longhu Mountain.

"Ok?"

Zhang Wei suddenly walked quickly to the entrance of the main hall, and looked at the sword mark remaining on the sky, which seemed to have cut a crack in the whole sky, his eyes showed shock.

With such power, unless one becomes an immortal in the Dao of Qi, it is absolutely impossible to slash such a sword.

The only possibility is...the alchemy cultivator made a move!

And the only alchemy cultivator left in this world of mortals...Could it be that Senior Brother Su has left the customs?

The expression on Zhang Wei's face froze for a moment.

When Su Mo leaves the customs, it means that he has achieved the Tao of Alchemy and He can be respected as a real person!

But after a long time, Zhang Wei shook his head and frowned slightly: "No...no, it's not a real person."

He used to be the True Inheritance of Longhushan, and had contact with the great masters of all the immortal sects, so he was naturally very familiar with the breath of the great masters.

Although this sword mark is terrifying and unrivaled, it is still half a step away from the coercion of the Dazheng, who is as ethereal as a fairy.

"But...Senior Brother Su must have made the move!"

Zhang Wei intends to follow him to have a look, but now that he is the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, he cannot easily leave the mountain gate.

After a long time, Zhang Wei sighed slightly and returned to the hall.

"Forget it, since Senior Brother Su makes a move, even if he has never become a real person, who in this world can stop his sword?"

"Since the ending is already doomed, it doesn't matter if I go or not. It's so lively, it doesn't matter if you don't watch it."

At this moment, above the sea.

Numerous monks stood floating in the air, some wearing Taoist robes, some wearing cassocks, and many wearing ancient scribes' gowns.

Various colors of luster emerged from their bodies, and the energy in their bodies was like a volcano about to erupt, ready to go.

This is the Dao of Qi.

I have to say that from the perspective of visual effects, Qi Dao monks are indeed much more gorgeous, and the various moves and spells are like a rainbow when they are thrown, full of colors.

In comparison, Dan Dao seems too ordinary.

On the other side of this group of monks, there were countless figures of strange shapes.

Some wore medieval knight armor and held large swords with the width of the door in their hands.

Some had wings on their backs and tusks on their mouths, and many wore priestly garments.

In order to invade the Central Plains, the Holy See and the Dark Parliament have temporarily united.

"There is an old saying in Central China that those who know the current affairs are the best." An old man wearing a red priest's robe stood up, holding a cross in his hand, and said with a smile: "Now the fairy gate is closed, and the real man is leaving."

"There is no strong person in your Central Plains who can resist us, and your monks have lost too much these days."

"The Central Plains is too big. It's so big that you people can't occupy it all. It's better to share it and let us all enjoy it. Why are you so selfish?"

"Fart!" An old Taoist scolded: "No matter how big it is, it is also the land of the ancestors. How can you allow a group of alien races to get involved!"

"Then don't blame us for grabbing it!"

A man in a blood-colored tuxedo showed a feminine smile, his fangs protruded, and blood-red energy began to gather at his fingertips.

The others also mobilized their own strength, and the battle was imminent.

Yet at this moment.

Swah——

The white light shone, and everyone couldn't help squinting their eyes, because the light was too dazzling.

Immediately after.

boom!

It was as if the whole world trembled.

In the shocking eyes of everyone, the white light turned into a long sword and slashed downward.

The white sword energy almost tore apart the space, and landed fiercely on the heads of the group of monks from other races.

The aliens roared, but no matter how they resisted, it was useless.

The wings dissipated in the white light, and the armor melted in the light.

Even before the slightest block was done, the white sword energy had already been chopped off.

bang——

At this moment, the sea is divided!

The azure sea water was directly torn apart by the terrifying sword light, splitting into two.

You can even see the bottom of the sea clearly.

The entire sea seemed to have turned into two blue walls, and in the middle of the walls was a road tens of meters wide!

This terrifying scene lasted for dozens of breaths.

It wasn't until the sword light dissipated that the sea water on both sides surged up, submerging the bottom of the sea again, and countless waves agitated above the sea.

On the opposite side, those thousands of monks from different races seemed to have never existed before, and they were completely wiped out just like that!

And farther away, a group of monks from other races stood watching this scene with trepidation.

What is that power?It completely exceeded their understanding of abilities!

I am afraid that only the gods and spirits in the myths can recover and come to this world again, so that they can stop such a shocking sword!

"What are you doing!" a werewolf leader roared angrily, but his voice was trembling slightly, containing lingering fear: "Didn't it mean that all the great masters in that land have left?"

"The land of the immortals, there is no strong man who can resist us now, so what happened to the sword just now?"

While they were arguing, the white light had stagnated on the sea.

The light gradually dissipated, revealing a handsome young man in Taoist robes.

"Meet Master Chen Yuan!"

More than 20 years have passed, but there are still many old people who still exist in the world. Naturally, Su Mo's face can be recognized at a glance.

And that group of young people, although they have never met Su Mo, have survived the countless rumors about this Maoshan head teacher.

In addition to the shocking sword just now, they all bowed their hands and saluted at this moment, their faces full of fanaticism.

"I remember that thousands of years ago, a great real person crossed the sea with a sword, beheading gods and exterminating religions, so that you alien races were so frightened that you swore that you would never set foot in the Central Plains."

"Thousands of years have passed now, and Dazheng has all left. You seem to have forgotten the oath you made back then."

Su Mo looked at the group of people in the distance, his eyes were cold: "It seems... I have to improve your memory!"

"How can ants be allowed to set foot on the fairyland of the Central Plains!".

Chapter 811

The originally fierce sea surface was eerily quiet at this moment.

The waves and waves were still agitated, but the monks on both sides fell into a deathly silence.

But the looks of the two sides are different.

The monks on the Central Plains, apart from being shocked, felt at ease and elated. Their grievances suppressed by the group of foreign monks before were swept away with Su Mo's surprise ~ Tianyi sword.

But on the other hand, the group of monks on the opposite side had already fallen into panic.

Even those who were a little timid have already started to retreat slowly, retreating.

"A bunch of cowards!"

A muscular man looked at his teammates who were constantly retreating behind him, and suddenly roared angrily: "Thousands of monks have died in our previous war."

"Now there are only more than 1000 monks dead, not even half of the previous casualties. Why are you suddenly frightened?"

Everyone didn't speak, but looked at him with eyes like looking at a fool.

Can it be the same?

The thousands of monks who died before were all killed in the crowd tactics. This is true of large-scale monk wars, and even some clans were directly beaten to extermination.

But the more than 1000 monks just now... were cut off instantly by a single sword, and no corpses were left behind.

The ghost knows if the young man on the opposite side will make such a shocking sword again?

Seemingly seeing everyone's thoughts, the strong man said, "The world is at an end, even our gods, and even the terrifying existences in the Central Plains who call themselves immortals have all left."

"How could he be spared?"

"I'm sure that the sword just now must have been killed by him at a great price, just like the forbidden curse of those wizards."

Listening to the strong man's words, everyone's mood stabilized a little.

A woman in a black robe and a pointed hat suddenly said, "Indeed."

"The forbidden spell of our witch family can also achieve similar power, but it requires a heavy price."

Having said that, the crowd finally became commotion.

It's not that they don't know fear, but subconsciously they don't want to believe that in the Dharma-ending era, there is still a terrifying monk who can open the sea with one sword!

Everyone is dying, why can such a character be born in your Central Plains?

"on!"

Finally, a young necromancer couldn't bear it first, and controlled a group of gargoyles with wings on their backs to fly across the sea.

He has only entered the supernatural circle in the last hundred years, so he naturally lacks awe of the Central Plains.

And here, Su Mo just healed all the seriously injured and dying monks. Looking at the dozens of huge monsters rushing towards him from a distance, he just raised his hand lightly and stretched out a finger.

Dozens of carefully refined gargoyles just stagnated in mid-air, as if time had been stopped.

When a breeze blows, they are like dust, and go with the wind.

"Pfft—" In the distance, the necromancer suddenly spewed out a big mouthful of black blood, watching what happened on the sea in disbelief.