"Where did Zi Lei go? Why haven't I seen anyone yet?"
Lord Guang ran for a long time, but still didn't see Zi Lei's shadow. His face was sullen, thinking that nothing would happen, right?
As he flew, he inexplicably smelled a faint smell of blood. Although it was very faint, the extremely sensitive Lord Light still sensed it.
here……
There was a fight.
Lord Guang stopped, his eyes fell on a black and red ground covered by dead leaves, and he walked slowly over.
The scene of the battle was also cleaned up and covered up.
here……
His eyes suddenly widened and he exclaimed: "There is an ambush!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two hundred and thirty kinds of auras came from behind.
At that moment, Lord Guang thought there were two hundred and thirty quasi-sages taking action at the same time.
It startled him, and when he turned around and saw two hundred and thirty laws, all imposed on one person, he obviously fell into a brief daze.
"You..." He said one word, but before he could continue speaking, he had already pulled out a small sword and turned it into a stream of light.
One becomes two, two becomes four... four becomes countless...
Like locusts covering the sky and the earth, the small sword shrouded the land.
He quickly shot at Wang Shuo, Wang Shuo sneered, a bell rang out from his body, and a big black bell covered his body.
The countless small white swords hit the big clock and made a tinkling sound.
The face of the big clock was radiant with fire, but it didn't even break through the defense.
Master Guang's expression finally changed drastically, and he felt something was wrong.
Whether it was this matter or the quasi-sage in front of me, there was something weird and something wrong...
This matter is a trap. Ma Ji and others rebelled? Is the Purple Thunder Saint dead?
All kinds of doubts were lingering in his mind, and his mind was a little confused, but he still took out a blue water-patterned glass lid and blocked it in front of him.
That punch hit the lid, two hundred and thirty laws were superimposed, and the lid began to collapse, with countless cracks breaking apart in the laws.
Boom~
The glass cover shattered, and the fist, with a terrifying punching wind, hit his chest.
When the fist landed in front of his chest, it turned into claws and passed through his body, pinching his heart and piercing his body.
A blood hole appeared on his chest, and the green-robed Taoist's hand held a beating heart...
"You... how is it possible, a quasi-sage with two hundred and thirty laws?"
Lord Guang has never seen such a quasi-sage in his life. He could kill the saint with just one punch, directly passing through his body and grabbing his heart.
Bang~
With the force of the hand, the heart was directly crushed into minced meat. Venerable Guang groaned, and the vitality in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Countless laws poured into Lord Light's body, condensed the laws of light in his body, and breathed them into Wang Shuo's body.
Two hundred and thirty-one!
Wang Shuo felt the absorption of the law of light, and his aura... became stronger again.
"There are still quasi-sages left. I don't know what the rules are. I hope they won't be repeated." Wang Shuo exhaled and began to clean up the scene.
Whether it was Lord Light's treasures, spiritual herbs, or elixirs, they were all stored in his storage space. Finally, this physical body was dissipated in the Law of Corrosion and the Law of Ten Thousand Poisons.
The smell of blood between heaven and earth has become stronger again.
In the next few days, Wang Shuo has been squatting here, waiting for his prey to come.
His laws also continued to increase, two hundred and thirty-one, two hundred and thirty-two, two hundred and thirty-three...
One day, Wang Shuo, who was squatting on the spot, ushered in the last two saints.
The two saints were deceived by the horses and came to the vicinity. One of the saints of the ice law couldn't help but said: "Old Po, I always feel that something is wrong here. Recently, other saints seem to be chasing the child.
, but so far no one has any news.”
"I also feel that things are weird. There are so many saints, and it has been so long. We should have caught up with them, but now there is still no progress, not even the shadow of other saints." The man known as Lao Po spoke.
While the two were talking, they had arrived at the place where Wang Shuo was ambushing, and the smell of blood here became particularly strong.
When the two came closer, they immediately noticed something was wrong and shouted: "Back away! There is an ambush here, and I feel the breath of other saints. You know I have a special perception in this area." Lord Bing shouted.
.
Po Zunzi also turned around and ran away, not daring to stop at all.
He even wondered if all the other saints died here?
Boom~
The two wanted to escape, but they were too late.
Wang Shuo, who already possesses two hundred and forty-one laws, looks like a ghost, traveling through the space and turning into afterimages.
Among them are the Law of Rapidity, the Law of Light, the Law of Space, the Law of Wind, and various blessings...
Even if they are saints, under the acceleration of these laws, they still cannot see clearly the figure of the person coming.
"What the hell...is this?" As the Ice Lord shouted, he seemed to distance himself a little.
Didn't that person come after him?
Lord Bing turned his head strangely, and happened to see a figure in a blue robe pinching Lord Po's neck and pinching it into the ground like a chicken.
With a bang, the ground cracked and the entire mountain range trembled.
The aura of Master Po was also completely destroyed in this pinch. A black bead flew out of Master Po's body, fell into the hands of Taoist Qingpao, and was then absorbed.
He finally knew that it was not Taoist Qingpao who was not chasing after him, but that he was dealing with Master Po...
Seeing this tragic scene, Lord Bing knew that he might not be able to leave.
He turned around and was about to try his best to escape, but the next second, a face appeared in his eyes.
Be very close to him.
Then there was a sweetness in his throat, and more than two hundred and forty laws had rushed into his body, destroying his body.
He doesn't even have the basic ability to resist...
And the green-robed Taoist began to murmur: "There are two hundred and forty-two types. Excluding the duplicates, thirteen new laws have been obtained. This person is the law of ice, and the person just now is the law of destruction."
Later, Lord Ice's consciousness began to blur, become scattered, and gradually die...
A pure white ice bead appeared from his body and fell into Wang Shuo's hands.
At this point, all the saints sent by Shenxu have died.
Wang Shuo exhaled, found a place, cleaned the blood on his body, put on clean clothes, and headed towards the place where Yin Rou'er and Yu Fei were.
When he arrived at the creek, Yin Rou'er was teaching Yu Fei how to practice. Although Yin Rou'er was not strong in combat ability, she had unique insights into practice.
After all, for more than 20,000 years, she had nothing to do except practice.