Seeing the figure disappearing into a stream of light, Wang Shuo couldn't bear to part with the many saintly laws around him, so he simply let him leave, and stayed where he was to continue the massacre.
For a time, mourners filled the land, and blood rained everywhere...
On the perishing chaos, there were all corpses that fell like dumplings...
These are all saints...
Six hundred and thirty-one, six hundred and thirty-five, six hundred and forty...
The pair of waving hands gradually evolved into a sky full of sword light, and the four swords of Zhu Xian, under Wang Shuo's roar, turned into a four-door sword array, blocking the sky above the sky.
More than six hundred and forty laws, mixed with the evil spirit of the sword light, caused the shattered chaos to shake violently...
That sword light... was like a big wave, wave after wave, constantly spurting out from the four sword formations.
The remaining saints only felt cold all over. Looking at their fallen colleagues, their hearts were already dominated by the light of the sword.
For the first time, they discovered that the saint... was also so fragile, so fragile that he couldn't even catch a sword light.
Boom~
In the explosion of the sword light, four or five saints were cut into two sections, and the law of billowing erupted like a torrent, which only stopped the sword light for a moment.
That saint's law only caused the sword light to... pause? This...
When a saint who was on the run saw this scene, he felt that his soul was frozen by the cold.
The sword light was as dense as a torrential rain, pouring down slopingly.
"No……"
Boom~
There are more and more saints, and there are more and more casualties.
Wang Shuo is still counting his own rules...
"There are still eight laws left, so there are only seven hundred. We should kill all these people to raise them all."
He continued to kill while controlling the sword light.
Under the sword light that imposed six hundred and ninety-two laws, Chaos was riddled with holes.
Six hundred and ninety-three, six hundred and ninety-five, six hundred and ninety-eight, six hundred and ninety-nine...
The last saint fell, and Wang Shuo murmured the last words: "Seven hundred!!"
Just right, not too much, not too little, the correct rule of seven hundred, more than 1,600 saints, a few hundred escaped, and the rest all perished.
Only three or four hundred rules were added for Wang Shuo, and the rest were all duplicates.
After exhaling a breath, Wang Shuo began to clean the battlefield. Although these saints seemed relatively poor, they still had a lot of resources combined.
Even if hundreds of them escaped, they were still more than 1,300 saints. The things they collected were enough to make ordinary monks tremble.
It took more than a day to collect all the things. Wang Shuo saw that he had almost filled up the storage space, which was as big as fifteen mountains. He was a little speechless and quickly expanded the space. Otherwise, he would have to put things in next time.
Can't let it go.
After doubling the storage space, he didn't bother to expand it any further. Instead, he returned to the place where Yin Rou'er and Yu Fei were hiding. He jumped into the ravine nearby and shouted, "Let's go, you can come out now."
Hearing Wang Shuo's voice, Yin Rou'er and Yu Fei ran out. Yin Rou'er subconsciously asked: "Those who are chasing..."
"It's okay. Let's go. Go back and take a look. I plan to take a trip to Shenxu." Wang Shuo said.
"Ah? Shang Shenxu? You..." Yu Fei looked at Wang Shuo in shock. That girl back then, that legendary existence, went up to the sacred mountain and never came down again.
So will the ancestor of Qinglian in front of us be like that girl, who will never be traced again, and will become... a legend from now on.
Wang Shuo didn't explain too much, but walked calmly outside, followed closely by Yin Rou'er and Yu Fei.
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Nanshan, Yanyu Village.
This place has been turned into ruins, with broken high walls, collapsed pavilions, and corpses scattered everywhere.
"Lord Ling, we've pretty much dealt with it here. The rest are just small fish and shrimps, so don't worry about them." A monk who killed two corpses walked to the front of the team.
A man in a light yellow robe stood here, nodding and saying: "Yes, you are really efficient in doing things. By the way, why did Tianmeng come to see me yesterday?"
Saint Tianmeng is a close friend of Lord Ling. He suddenly came here yesterday and found him.
"I'm helping down here. I don't think of myself as an outsider at all." The monk who beheaded the two corpses said.
"Oh? Let's go meet him. This old boy doesn't stay in Tianmeng City and comes to us. Is he planning to join Shenxu?" Lord Ling shook his head with a smile.
Under the leadership of the two-corpse-killing monk, they arrived at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The entire village was stained red with blood, and there were ordinary monks everywhere. These monks were not even immortals.
In a dilapidated room, Tian Meng casually killed a hiding woman and walked out with a gloomy look.
Once upon a time, when I stayed in Tianmeng City, how many monks were under my command? It would be great to be a local emperor. But because I used the power of a saint, I was afraid of being discovered, so I fled here. I heard that my old friend had joined Shenxu, so I hurriedly came to visit.
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Who would have thought that these trivial matters require a saint to take action against a few ordinary monks? This is really... overkill and underutilization.
"Tian Meng!" Lord Ling walked over with a faint smile on his face.
When Saint Tianmeng saw the visitor, he was surprised and said: "Old friend, I can finally see you."
"Haha, I was a little busy doing things for Shenxu. When you came yesterday, I planned to come over, but something happened to delay me." Lord Ling said with a smile.
"It's okay. I heard that Shenxu has countless resources and many masters. I have admired it for a long time. This time I came here specifically to see if there is any chance to join Shenxu." Tian Meng said.
"Well... it's not impossible to join Shenxu. Let's do this. When Bishop Miao comes back, I'll let him know. It's up to Bishop Miao to decide. If it's suitable, there should be no problem." Lord Ling nodded.
"So, thank you very much." Tian Meng was overjoyed.
While the two were talking, there were bursts of roaring sounds in the distant sky, and hundreds of rays of light shot from afar at a staggering speed.
"This speed... is so fast." Even Tian Meng was shocked and said, are these monks who are gods? Sure enough, they are very different from ordinary monks. Just this solid aura is stronger than ordinary monks.
"Bishop Miao!" Lord Ling recognized the leader and shouted excitedly.
Bishop Miao in the sky lowered his head and glanced back, then looked back. After seeing that the green-robed Taoist was not chasing after him, he breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head: "Let the people below clean up, I will give you a quarter of an hour."
At that time, we will leave immediately. If you haven’t summoned anyone, don’t worry about it.”