Zhao Wujiang raised his long sword at an angle and aimed at the Po God Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian did not hide in the crowd of people like ghosts and gods. She patted the rain in the air with her small hand, and the rain suddenly became colorful and rushed towards Zhao Wujiang's sword energy.

Zhao Wujiang's sword energy filled the sky, and the rain suddenly stopped whistling, and thousands of sword energy returned to his clan. He broke through the colorful rain with one sword, allowing the toxins in the colorful rainwater to corrode the sword energy, and he stabbed straight at the Gu God.

Mu Qianqian's petite body turned, and a blue-purple handkerchief appeared in her hand. The handkerchief grew wildly in the pouring rain, and in the blink of an eye it became a curtain that seemed to be able to cover the sky, wrapping all Zhao Wujiang's sword energy.

She stood behind the curtain, her embroidered shoes stepping on the rainwater and flying into the air, her arms folded across her chest, her little face cold, her eyes a little complicated, and she said seriously:

"Zhao Wujiang, give me some luck and I will allow you to escape!

Otherwise, when the world completely collapses, you won’t be able to withstand a blow from any of us!”

"Mu Qianqian, you usually kill people like crazy, why are you pretending to be a good person now!" The ghostly ghost shouted:

"Even if you lose your mind and don't do anything to him, I will kill him!"

"Zhao Wujiang, I don't want much. As long as my people can get all your luck, flesh and blood, even if it's just a drop per person."

The wolf god in the Golden Horde King's arms raised his dog's head and said in a sincere tone:

"You won't survive today! There's no need to struggle.

But I promise you that for those people you ask Zhang Lindao to protect and take out, after I go out, I will definitely protect them once when they are in danger!

If you don’t believe it, I can swear an oath that can be learned from heaven and earth!”

The little white dog's expression became more and more complicated. His words were firstly out of sincerity, secondly because he wanted his people to be blessed with luck in exchange for life, and thirdly, he felt pity for the struggling Zhao Wujiang and had a hint of desire.

The intention to disintegrate Zhao Wujiang’s willpower.

No matter it is the Clay Bodhisattva, ghosts and gods, or the Gu God and the Wolf God, they do not want to fight Zhao Wujiang at the last moment, which will only increase the risk of their return.

They wanted the luck contained in Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood, but they didn't want to get hurt themselves.

They will be able to kill Zhao Wujiang when the world collapses.

But Zhao Wujiang was obviously aware of this, and wanted to launch a desperate offensive against them while they were still unable to fully develop their cultivation.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled slightly. The bargaining chip offered by the Wolf God really made him want to accept it.

In fact, he knows better than anyone else that he is just struggling now.

But he was unwilling to end his life like this.

He didn't want to sit back and wait for death, and he didn't want to be captured without mercy. He wanted to fight and fight to death. Even if he was going to die, he hoped that he would die standing up.

He also knew that these outsiders, whether sincere or hypocritical, wanted to undermine his will intentionally or unintentionally.

He lowered his eyes and looked down, and saw the crowds of civilians, all covered with dirty faces, who had survived the natural disaster. Some were intact, while others were missing arms and legs, and were injured.

There was numbness, desire for life, and fear of him on the faces of these people.

The ghostly mist filled the ghosts and gods with a cold smile. He raised his hands and saw a hazy black mist all around. From the black mist, groups of subordinates walked out. These subordinates included Daxia people and Japanese people. They were all powerful and powerful men.

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As soon as these powerful men appeared, they surrounded all the surviving Li people in Daxia who were standing inside and outside Kyoto.

The black mist of ghosts and gods surged, mingling among the people of Li and shouting:

"Zhao Wujiang, you can choose to continue taking action or continue to escape!

But with every breath I take, I will send people to kill ten of your people in Daxia!"

A commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd, and in an instant, ten people exploded into a mist of blood that filled the sky, with blood splattering everywhere and contaminating those on the side.

The crowd became more and more confused and screamed in terror.

The ghost said coldly:
Chapter completed!