Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

And Su Mo finally moved.

No one could see exactly what was going on.

It was just that there was a flash of light in a trance, and the remaining thousands of monks from other races on the sea stopped all their movements like sculptures.

Then, countless fine cracks opened on their bodies, like spider webs.

In the end, it turned into pieces of soil and fell into the sea water, and it was gone without a sound!

"As expected of Master Chen Yuan!"

A monk from the Central Plains said with emotion: "All the great masters have left. Now in this world of mortals, who else can stop him with a sword?"

"Speaking of..." A younger monk next to him frowned slightly, and said hesitantly, "How do I feel, Master Chen Yuan looks a little... a little weird ?”

An old monk who experienced Su Mo's years pondered for a while, and said softly, "That's not the real body of Master Chen Yuan, his deity should still be in retreat."

"Then who was that just now?"

The old monk sighed with complex tone: "That should be just a paper man made by Master Chen Yuan with white paper."

"You young people have only embarked on the path of cultivation in the past ten years or so."

"Naturally, I don't know how many demons and demons he killed with his paper figurine spirit technique when Master Chen Yuan was still the true heir of Maoshan more than 20 years ago!"

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On the other side of the ocean, before the Holy See.

Countless figures in silver armor stood in a row, and the archbishop in a red robe stood at the forefront, giving a pre-mobilization speech.

Everyone has excited expressions on their faces.

In the distant land of the Central Plains, where the terrifying immortals live... Rumor has it that there is the secret of becoming an immortal!

Immortals... In the ancient books of the Holy See, there are records about the group of oriental immortals.

With the sun and the moon between your fingers, you can pick the stars with your hands!

"Wait... what is that?"

Suddenly someone raised his head and pointed in the direction of the sun.

At this moment, everyone subconsciously squinted their eyes to look at the sun, and then...saw a scene they would never forget.

......................................

That's a hand!

It was a big hand covering the entire sky, the sunlight was blocked by the palm, and countless buildings of the Holy See were shrouded in shadow.

In the palm of the hand, a large number of runes shone with light, and the stripes outlining the runes looked like ravines.

In this way, a big hand covering the sky and the sun covered the direction of the Holy See!

"God..." Someone uttered a desperate voice, like a puppet, standing there in a daze, at a loss.

boom!

The big hand fell, and the deafening roar spread thousands of miles, and the agitated dust almost buried the entire world.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a suspicious voice came from the sky.

Su Mo stood in the clouds and lowered his head slightly.

The trick just now is the Taoist method of heaven and earth, which is commonly known as the law.

However, he felt that his big hand was blocked by a force the moment he was about to touch those palaces.

There was a golden light in the eyes, and even a paper figurine clone contained great power. The magic eye penetrated the obscuring dust and smoke, and saw the door of the Holy See all the way.

There stood an old man in a golden robe, a crown on his head, and a scepter in his hand.

And behind the old man, a huge figure hundreds of meters high shone with light.

Its face is fuzzy, a golden halo hangs above its head, and behind it are six pairs of pure white wings.

Angels come!talent.

Chapter 812

The identity of the old man is self-evident, Pope.

In this era of the end of the world, only the pope still has the last power of the gods in his body, who can barely summon the shadow of an angel to descend on him.

But this is also the last power of the gods.

Originally, he planned to pass on the power of the gods from generation to generation. The popes of the younger generations should save some use. Basically, there is no problem in suppressing those guys from the Dark Council.

But Su Mo stood on the cloud, and with a casual slap, the pope was forced to mobilize all the power of the gods in his body!

However, even so, the shadow of the angel could not last long.

As Su Mo exerted a little force and pressed his palm down, the huge angel shadow burst into dazzling white light, like a round of white sun rising on the ground, and everyone couldn't help squinting their eyes.

Immediately afterwards—click.

The crisp sound was like shattering glass.

In the fear, shock, and disbelief of all the bishops.

The body of the angel phantom was covered with countless cracks, and then it was crushed and turned into feathers shining with white light, flying all over the sky.

"No!"

The aged pope let out a desperate roar, and the big hand suppressed it irresistibly.

bang——

The earth is shaking.

On the cloud, Su Mo's figure has long since disappeared.

As for the location of the Holy See, the original pavilions, towers, pavilions, sculptures and stone statues all disappeared, and only a terrifying big handprint with a diameter of tens of thousands of feet and a depth of hundreds of feet remained in place!

Followed closely, whether it was the Dark Council, the Witch Organization, or other monks of other races.

But all the large-scale foreign monk organizations that set foot on the Central Plains were all destroyed by a big hand from heaven on this day.

Those buildings that have been passed down for thousands of years have all disappeared, leaving only one big handprint after another!

Similarly, since the main force of the group of monks who had already stepped into the Central Plains was almost wiped out by Su Mo's two swords, the remaining group of young people were not to be feared.

Although Xianmen is in decline, the emaciated camels are bigger than horses, and they are by no means comparable to this group of monks from different races who have no background.

Although they had to leave some strength to defend their own mountain gate and beware of sneak attacks by monsters of all sexes, the remaining people united together and wiped out all the invading monks within a few months.

With this, the Taoist war that has spread to the whole world has come to an end.

It's just that the war in Taoism is over, but the war in the mortal world is intensifying.

More than ten years have passed, and the Central Plains is almost full of wars, and countless corpses are piled up in the wilderness.

Fortunately, the world is at the end of the law at this moment. Without the nourishment of spiritual energy, the souls of mortals cannot sustain the yang energy of the world during the day, and it will dissipate at dawn.

Otherwise, with so many unjust souls, I am afraid that many places in this world will be reduced to ghost domains like Mang Mountain.

The flames of war are everywhere, and even some sects have been affected, and they have no choice but to go to the deep mountains to live in seclusion.

On the other hand, almost all the disciples from the outer sect were gone, and they all went down the mountain to join the army to resist the foreign enemies.

"Master."

A seven or eight-year-old boy tugged at the corner of his master's clothes: "Why are all the brothers in the outer sect going to defend their homes and the country, but we have to flee far away into the mountains?"

His master is an old man over 100 years old with silver hair and a face like dead bark with a look of vicissitudes.

Standing on the hillside, the old man looked at the looming outline of the city in the distance. After a long time, he said softly, "Because this world of mortals will only belong to mortals in the future, and will no longer belong to us."

"You have to remember that since ancient times, mortals have actually had a common problem, that is, they will be afraid of powerful forces that are beyond their control, and will reject them."

"The final outcome must be to find ways to completely destroy it."

"In ancient times, immortals walked on the earth, so those mortals had no strength to resist, so they could only obey and enshrine the immortals. At that time, it was the world of monks."

"But now, the immortals are gone, and our group is stronger than ordinary people alone, but ordinary people have a country, but we only have sects."

"Without those alchemy powers, the kingdom of mortals is much stronger than our sects."

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes showed a somewhat complicated look: "If we go down the mountain now and participate in the war, let those mortals see our strength."

"Then in times of war, perhaps we are heroes."

"But once the war is over, believe me, our Taoist sect will inevitably usher in a catastrophe..."

"unless......"

The old man stopped suddenly.

"Unless what?" the little disciple asked innocently.

The old man laughed, touched the top of his head, and looked in a certain direction: "Unless...the one who retreated made a move."

"Remember, when you grow up in the future, if you meet that person who goes out of the customs, you have to call him a big real person!"

"A great Daoist, in this age of no immortals, is enough to suppress the mortals all over the world. If he makes a move, we don't have to worry about whether we will be exposed or be rejected by the future mortal world."

"It's a pity... all of us old guys who have experienced his era know that the man who cultivated the Dao of the world of mortals, in the world of mortals, but with a detached heart, it is impossible for him to interfere in the struggles of mortals .”

"That one?" The little disciple scratched his head, "Who is that one?"

"The head teacher of Maoshan, the Taoist name is Chenyuan." The old man let out a long breath, looked at the sunset in the sky, and said: "Let's go, continue to enter the mountain."

More than 40 years have passed since Su Mo retreated.

Those people who were the same age as Su Mo back then are all in their 70s and [-]s now, and there is nothing wrong with calling themselves old guys.

In this way, the relocation of Taoist sects in the world, the closure of mountains, and the connection between monks and mortals were gradually severed.

There will no longer be monks walking in the world of mortals and showing off their abilities wantonly.

With the passage of time, those things in ancient times, those rumors about gods and ghosts, all became myths, and became the imagination of the ancients.

There have never been any hells, heavens, immortals, monks, demons and ghosts in this world.

Everything is just something imagined by the ancients in awe of the heaven, earth and nature.

With the edification of thought and the passage of time, atheism has been promoted in this world.

Decades passed.

On the Central Plains side, the war finally subsided.

The enemy bandits were driven away, and countless people were disarmed and returned to the fields. Those disciples who walked down the mountain gate also began to return.

However, after many people went there, they found that the mountain gate was already empty.

There are even many sects, and even the buildings were destroyed in the flames of war, and those brothers and uncles who I used to be can no longer be found. .

Chapter 813

In the dark bronze hall, two women sat cross-legged with their phoenix eyes tightly closed.

One is wearing a red gauze, with fiery red lips, exuding an enchanting and charming air, and the imprint of peach blossoms looming between the eyebrows.

The other was wearing a white robe, with an elegant temperament like an orchid in an empty valley. The surrounding air was slightly distorted, as if an invisible flame was burning around her.

Although the temperaments of these two women are different, their appearances are equally beautiful.

In the darkness, a figure seemed to appear. The two women seemed to have sensed something, and their eyebrows and eyes trembled slightly, as if they were about to open in the next moment.

The figure just patted their shoulders lightly, so the two girls fell silent again, practicing with peace of mind.

"Over 100 years."