Most of the top ten reserve saint sons are around a hundred years old, and their strength is comparable to the elders of the outer sect.
In the past, these people were the proud ones of heaven and the future candidates for the masters of various peaks.
But now, a hundred-year-old fourth-level person is far from being called a genius. Thirty years from now, when faced with those forty or fifty-year-old divine bodies, they will probably be beaten to shit.
Wang Xu at this time is comparable to the divine body thirty years later. These people can no longer keep up with the times and are still trying to block the wheel of history. Today Wang Xu will make them understand that those who should leave cannot stay.
boom!!
Wang Xu stepped forward and was shot out like a cannonball, landing hard outside the temple.
Seeing Wang Xu coming out, Xie Bian's eyes shrank slightly and said coldly: "No wonder you dare to come out. It turns out that you have broken through to the Immortal Stage. However, I entered the Immortal Stage sixty years earlier than you, and now I am at the fifth level of the Immortal Stage."
With your cultivation, do you think you can defeat me?"
The fifth level of Xiantai realm corresponds to the middle stage of fourth level, which is at least a small level higher than Wang Xu at the early stage of fourth level.
Switching to the power system of the Tianwu world, the gap is even greater. Wang Xu can only be regarded as the first level of the Immortal Stage, which is much worse than Xie Bi'an, who is the fifth level of the Immortal Stage.
"Iron-armed madman Xie Bian, it is said that he is born with supernatural powers, and he is even practicing star-catching hands. I have always wanted to meet you, and I hope you won't disappoint me." Wang Xu was wearing a gold battle suit and looked at his naked arms.
Xie Bian, who was wearing eight rings, smiled and said: "Go ahead, don't say I didn't give you a chance."
"Arrogant!"
Xie Bi'an's arms shook, his palms turned into the star-catching handprints, and he slapped Wang Xu with one palm.
Wang Xu stepped out, looked at Xie Bi'an who was full of disbelief, and sneered: "But even so, you can give me a slap!"
With one strike of Wang Xu's palm, it was as if the whole world was suppressed on his head.
In a daze, Xie Bian found that he had become smaller, but Wang Xu's hand was so big that it covered the sky, almost like the sky falling down.
"Star-catchers, reach for the stars and get the moon!"
Xie Bian shouted loudly and tried to pluck off Wang Xu's big hand with his star-picking hand.
boom!!
There was a roar, and the entire Saint Child Peak shook slightly.
Wang Xu took his hand back with a calm expression, only to see a small patch of blood on his palm, as if he had swatted a mosquito to death.
"I am more than a hundred years old, and I have only reached the entry-level level of Star Reaching. I have lived so many years in vain, and I deserve to die!" He slapped his hands together a few times, knocking off the blood on his hands, and Wang Xu's mouth showed a hint of laughter.
sneer.
Xiao Cheng holds the world in his palm, and with one palm strike, it is equivalent to pressing down a continent head-on.
Xie Bian actually wanted to resist with an entry-level star-catching hand. He really thought highly of himself. Not to mention his natural supernatural power, even with his divine body, even if he resisted his great magical power, he couldn't even think of getting away.
"Lao Xie, you killed Lao Xie!"
Several rays of light flashed on the Holy Son Peak, and three reserve Holy Sons arrived at the same time.
Looking at the three reserve saints who glared at him, Wang Xu said disapprovingly: "Since you want to challenge me, you must be prepared to die. Otherwise, wouldn't I be very busy?"
Xie Bian jumped out first, and Wang Xu had no intention of letting him live.
It's not to scare the monkeys, but because he finds it troublesome. If there is no cost at all in challenging him, cats and dogs can come here in the future.
"Wang Xu, although Lao Xie is not the Holy Son, he is still the genius of the Holy Land of the First Demon. As the Holy Son, you kill people. It is so merciless." A reserve Holy Son looked at Wang with an angry look.
Asahi.
"feelings?"
Wang Xu looked at him as if he were a fool. Since when will the world have to rely on kindness to speak for itself in a time of great strife?
It seems that I still think highly of these people. Countless years of stability have worn away these people's prowess.
What is the difference between the current ten reserve saint sons and those elders who go around building relationships and building friendships? How can such people serve as his assistants?
"Wang Xu, it seems that you don't know the rules. Let me tell you, after the saints in the past defeated the reserve saints, they would always treat the virtuous corporal. In the future, you will be the saint master, and we will be the masters of the major peaks. You actually kill me at the slightest disagreement.
Lao Xie, do you know that Lao Xie will lead a peak in the future and be a pillar of the First Demon Holy Land?"
"That is, as the Holy Son, you should convince others with your virtue. If you are so murderous, how will you convince others in the future?"
"With such a character, you are not worthy of being my Holy Son of the First Demon Sect. Today the three of us are going to suppress you and make you repent for Lao Xie!"
After the three reserve saints finished speaking, they took a step at the same time and shouted: "You take action, one against three, we can't win. If we can't take you down with three moves, we will turn around and leave."
"Haha, hahaha"
Wang Xu was really laughed at by these people. No wonder a great emperor cannot be born in billions of years, and a saint cannot be born in hundreds of thousands of years.
Look, what are these things? The dignified Holy Son of the Reserve of the Shimo Sect actually convinces others with his virtue. If the Emperor of the Shimo comes back to life, he will probably be pissed to death if he sees that his disciples are all like this.
.
"Why are you laughing?" The three reserve saints were obviously not killed. They didn't know how to seize such a good opportunity. Instead, they were stuck there like pillars.
Wang Xu laughed and laughed, and after a while, he said sternly: "Today, I will use your blood to start this world of great war!"
"The world is in the palm of your hand!"
"It's this move again, block it quickly!"
"What, how can you be so strong?"
"Xiaocheng's magical power, he actually practiced his magical power to the level of Xiaocheng. No, don't kill me, I surrender. I am the future peak master, me!!"
The three reserve saints, whose cultivation was similar to Xie Bian's, were all killed by Wang Xu with one move.
Seeing Wang Xu kill four reserve saints with two moves, Mr. Luo frowned slightly, walked up and whispered: "Holy Son, the Holy Land has been at peace for a long time, and I haven't seen any killings in many years. Kill four people in a row, that's a lot of killing."
He is a reserve Saint Son again, I’m afraid the sect will blame him.”
For countless years, the imperial road has been blocked, and saints have been hard to find. For holy places without enemies, peace has become the main line of all major holy places.
There was some friction, but everyone discussed it, whether it was good for you or me, it was not like a big sect and a small sect fighting each other.
Counting the time, it has been a long time since an elder-level figure in the Holy Land has died unexpectedly. The four reserve saint sons, whose status is comparable to the elders, are not small people who can die easily.
"Mr. Luo!"
Smelling the smell of blood in the air, Wang Xu waved his hands expressionlessly and whispered: "If the reserve saints are all this kind of thing, then it's time to make room for others. I can already smell the big fight.
The taste of the world, the sight of the bone-capped Imperial Road, today is just the beginning!"
"This" Mr. Luo retorted deliberately, the Imperial Road had not been opened for hundreds of millions of years, how could it suddenly open.
But as the words were on his lips, Mr. Luo swallowed them back. Hundreds of saints appeared in the contemporary era, and hundreds of geniuses were born. If the road to the emperor was not about to be opened, how could we explain the emergence of so many geniuses.
"Mr. Luo, just keep guard on Shengzi Peak. I'll go and come back."
Wang Xu flew into the air and went straight to the living area of the reserve Saint Son at the foot of Saint Son Peak.
Killing one is killing, and killing ten is killing. Fortunately, I killed them all today, which saved these drunken people from having to walk out of the Holy Land and be killed by others, which in turn disgraced the Holy Land.
"Junior sister, I am a reserve saint. If you follow me, you will be popular, drink hot food, and enjoy endless glory and wealth. Just follow me!"
"Hate, I'm not that casual, hee hee."
When Wang Xu arrived halfway up the mountain, two reserve saints were in retreat, and three reserve saints were enjoying themselves.
With a quick glance, Wang Xu slapped the three reserve saints without saying a word.
These three people are over a hundred years old, and their cultivation levels are similar to his. They are only in the early stages of the fourth level. I really don’t know how they have cultivated in these years.
Since you like playing so much, then go down there and play slowly. What right does a waste have to live?
boom!!
With one palm strike, all those lovely wives and servants were shocked to death by Wang Xu's palm.
"who?"
The movement came so close, and the two reserve saints who were in seclusion broke out at the same time.
"Okay, okay!"
Looking at the two people who came out of the barrier, Wang Xu's eyes flickered, he said hello repeatedly, and said with a smile: "Finally something decent, the late fourth-level cultivation is not bad, really good."
The previous Holy Son was only at the late fourth level. The fact that these two people could not be left behind showed that they were not like those losers, who only enjoyed themselves as reserve Holy Sons every day.
"You two don't have to die. You must report to my Holy Son's Hall within three days without any mistakes."
Wang Xu transformed into a rainbow and flew away into the sky. Although these two reserve saints could not compare with the geniuses of this generation, at least they knew what hard work meant.
The new generation of geniuses have not yet grown up, and not many of the older generation can be attracted by him. As he is currently employing people, let's keep these two people as helpers.
As for the eight dead people, they couldn't even catch his palm, so they were dead. Such wastes were just a waste of food while they were alive. They might as well make room for useful people.