The four sword formations bloomed with endless brilliance in four directions.
Saints continue to fall, and the ground is filled with red flowers, dotted with bright roses.
The suffocating killing intent enveloped the sky, and the collapsed space contained countless pieces of flesh, broken bones, and broken limbs.
Wang Shuo's eyes kept flashing past these saints, and he murmured: "There are one hundred and thirty-two more. These laws have never been repeated."
In addition to the three thousand laws he collected before and synthesized into the breath of the avenue, now besides this breath of the avenue, the number of laws he collected for the second time has reached more than 700.
"If I can collect another two thousand and three, I can have a second avenue." Wang Shuo showed a smile on his face, and the sword light continued to cut down.
Those saints were so frightened that they lost their souls and knelt on the ground crying.
Fear has already scared them out of their wits.
"No! Don't kill me!"
When a saint saw the sword light flying over his head, he was so frightened that he squatted down and let out a shrill cry.
And this sword light did not kill the saint, but killed a monk behind her who followed the soul-eating law!
With the death of this monk, the killing gradually stopped.
The Taoist in green also withdrew countless sword lights and stood in mid-air, looking down at the many saints.
"Forefather of Daoshan, spare your life. We are willing to surrender. We are willing to surrender..."
One by one, the saints fell to the ground and knelt down, and the darkness was filled with sad cries.
In the Nanman Hall, countless monks rushed out, landed around the formation, and sighed: "Master of the Nanman Hall, Man'er has met the ancestor of Daoshan."
"Are you the Master of the Nanman Palace?" Wang Shuo's eyes fell on this man full of barbaric aura, and he revealed a sneer.
He slowly raised his hand, with brilliance shining in his hand. Four swords merged into one, and more than 3,700 laws were blessed in the sword light!
In that terrifying atmosphere, which was like the collapse of heaven and earth, Man'er felt as if his body would collapse in the next moment. He was so frightened that he took a step back and shouted: "Ancestor, what are you doing? We...we are here to surrender.
I’m here to surrender!”
Man'er originally thought that the Taoist in front of him was only at the level of the Holy Saint, but after feeling the power at such a close distance, he immediately overturned this idea. I am afraid... even the Holy Saint does not have such an aura!
"Surrender? I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Moreover, your laws are different from those of other barbarians. I like it very much!" Wang Shuo opened his mouth and showed a gentle smile.
The aura on this man's body is a feeling of blood mixed with darkness, and it is not the ordinary law of blood.
"My... my law? Do you like... This is just a dark blood law, although it is strong but..."
After the words fell, Man'er felt that the sword light above his head suddenly struck down, and he could clearly feel the sharp breath of the sword light on his forehead, almost breaking his scalp.
"No... Ancestor, what are you doing? We have already surrendered." Maner was shocked and took a step back in horror.
But after this step, he saw dozens of strange laws rushing out of the broken void and imprisoning his body!
These dozens of laws are all related to confinement... This... He stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes. How could he have dozens of laws related to confinement? Could it be that this person is not cultivating one kind of law?
?
He couldn't help but differentiate his own law aura to understand. The next second, he was dumbfounded. He finally understood why this person was only an early saint, but he gave people such a terrifying feeling!
Three thousand rules, one avenue...
This person cultivates the Great Dao!
You must know that even the most holy person is only trying to feel the breath of the Dao, not truly cultivating the Dao.
But the person in front of me took the avenue as his own and established his own aura of the avenue...
Boom~
The sword light finally fell, and Man'er didn't even have the ability to resist. From his scalp, to his skull, and then to his brain, flesh, and body, the sword was cut open.
The body turned into two halves, each falling.
You can still see beating organs, spilled blood, and Man's face twisted in pain!
Those in the Nanman Palace felt their hearts drop when they saw this scene.
This is half a step to the Holy Saint. The distance to the Holy Saint is just a step away...
But he was killed with a sword.
Who is this person, and how can he be so terrifying?
"We surrender, we are willing to surrender..."
Those monks kept kneeling down, not even daring to raise their heads to look into Wang Shuo's calm eyes.
Wang Shuo looked around and found that they were all the same rules that were repeated in his body, and shook his head helplessly.
These laws become more difficult to collect the further back they go.
If he only relied on himself, he still doesn't know how many years and months he would have collected them.
To him, Man'er was just an insignificant saint. The reason why he killed him was entirely because Man'er had laws that Wang Shuo didn't have.
If Man'er knew that he chose the Dark Blood Law because of the law he practiced, he doesn't know if he would regret it?
Wang Shuo stopped, but the people around him still didn't dare to raise their heads. They just knelt on the ground with their heads so low that they could almost touch the ground.
The shroud of death and the smell of blood around them all the time made them feel extremely frightened!
Zhi Ling and Shen Yang next to them had their eyes widened. From the beginning to the end, they could not imagine that their Qinglian ancestor of Daoshan was so terrifying?
The top power of Nanman Palace was destroyed in an instant, and even the master of Nanman Palace was killed with one sword.
If he had taken the sword strike just now, he might not even have a chance to react, right?
The two looked at each other and both smiled bitterly.
Wang Shuo also looked at the two of them and asked, "Why are you here?"
"We?" Shen Yang opened his mouth and finally explained: "We felt guilty when we left Daoshan that day. We thought that Daoshan had been conquered, so we thought of coming to find one of my brothers Man Yuan.
He is a barbarian general, and we want to use his connections to rescue the people of Daoshan!"
"Who would have thought that not only did it not help, but it almost harmed Brother Manyuan. If you, the ancestor, hadn't just arrived, I'm afraid... we would have died here and turned into a pile of loess." Shen Yang looked bitter.
.
They left Daoshan when it was in the most critical moment, and even the ancestors would not forgive them. This kind of thing would be regarded as betrayal by other forces.
They did not dare to ask for forgiveness, but knelt on the ground with fists clasped: "We both know that we are sorry for our ancestors and Daoshan. No matter what punishment the ancestors have, we will accept it, but we still ask the ancestors to let my brother go."
, it was us who harmed him, he is a person who values friendship, and we don’t want... him to die like this."