The eyes of the clay Buddha were stunned and became extremely cold. The old man beside Zhao Wujiang was Li Chunjun, the master of the sword tomb. He used sword techniques to trap him for nearly a hundred years, and made him unable to cultivate his soul for nearly a hundred years.

Instead, the daily consumption is only increased, and now it has reached the point where the oil is exhausted.

He would not take action directly against Zhao Wujiang. He wanted to erase Zhao Wujiang in a more cruel way, and he also wanted to preserve more of his strength.

Once this secret world is destroyed, the wolf god, Gu god, ghost god and him will recover more strength, but in his state, if the Gu god, wolf god and others jointly take action against him, it will be difficult for him to resist.

He must keep himself absolutely safe.

Li Chunjun withdrew his eyes and his momentum was slightly overwhelming by the clay Buddha. He looked at Zhao Wujiang who was looking at him, and his old eyes were full of smiles:

"It's more handsome than your father and more talented."

Zhao Wujiang looked at the old man standing side by side with him and looked emotional. The sword master Li Chunjun initially sent a sword slave to kill him, but he thought the sword master was also the one who wanted to murder him.

But after he thought of more about what happened later, he changed his mind a lot about the sword master.

Now looking at it again, the Sword Master is a little more cynical than he imagined.

The appearance of these people, whether they are the clay Buddha, the wolf god, the ghost god, the ghost god, and the current sword master, seems to be far from what he imagined.

He nodded, and the old man beside him had a vast sword energy, with a great force to open the sky with one sword.

He opened his mouth and still asked the questions he had always wanted to know:

"Dad...Mom...How did they die?"

The sword master Li Chunjun frowned, and his majesty and anger crawled into his old eyes. He was about to answer.

The clay Buddha not far away fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, and his smile was gentle:

"At that time, in order to find you who are hidden, I sent someone to kill you."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes became cold in an instant, like the everlasting ice. He looked at the smiling mud Buddha, and his sword energy was everywhere.

The sword master raised his eyebrows angrily, stepped on the sword energy, and appeared in front of the clay Buddha in the blink of an eye and stabbed him with a sword.

The mud Buddha did not hide or avoid it, and was stabbed by a sword. His body turned into clouds and disappeared, and his voice echoed around the world:

"I said, killing you, you don't need to take action yourself."

A series of vortexes of clouds and mist appeared between the four heavens and earths.

After the vortex appeared, figures began to appear.

These figures are different, including boys, girls, women, strong men, old men, old women, scholars, bricklayers, actors, officials, martial artists, and women...

The three religions and the next are different.

Soon, the broken walls in Kyoto were almost covered with a large group of people.

These people are all the people of Daxia, and are the people who survived wars and natural disasters after the collapse of the world.

As soon as they appeared, they were a little confused. Then they saw Zhao Wujiang, the sword master Gu Shen and others trembled. They were excitedly kneeling on the ground. Someone kept kowtowing and shouting thank you for helping the gods.

They believed that they were able to reach this place suddenly and avoid tsunamis and earthquakes, and the collapse of mountains and forests was all because Zhao Wujiang and others used magic.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were solemn. Looking at the people of Daxia who appeared from the vortex of clouds and mist, he didn't know what the Clay Buddha was going to do for a moment, but an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

The vortex of clouds and mist has never stopped, and more and more survivors have walked out of the vortex.

At this time, the voice of the clay Buddha also echoed between the four directions:

"This time the world changes drastically, with frequent natural disasters. The culprit is Zhao Wujiang, who is in black robe and extraordinary.

But the way of heaven is not ruthless. As long as some of you can cut off a piece of flesh and blood, I will protect this person for life."

The fearful people around us burst into an uproar and horror.
Chapter completed!