Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

"I'll wait outside and call on my men to break through this mountain. Here, today, there are no dogs and dogs, and there are no more people." The old woman's speed was very fast, turned into a streamer, and came to the sky outside.

Wen Tianchen did the same, looking at Wang Shuo with a sneer and nodding: "If you don't know how to praise, it's not worth dying to die!"

After he finished speaking, he went out and returned to his subordinates. Outside, thousands of saints surrounded this huge mountain.

Behind those saints, there are countless beheaded corpses, quasi-sage masters, as dense as cow feathers.

Those Daoshan disciples screamed and shouted: "This time is really over, everyone, let's go, or we will be buried here."

"The ancestor of Qinglian is too arrogant, thinking that with a little ability, he can do whatever he wants."

A group of people fled.

Wang Shuo walked out of the hall and came to the Taoist platform.

At the back, the empress shed tears in desperation, looked at the young man walking out in front of her, and shouted: "The ancestor of Qinglian, forget it, hand us over, Daoshan still has a chance of life, you kill it, they should stop I can't live with you."

"Yes, your great kindness and virtue, I have written down Li Hong, but it is irreversible, why bother." Li Hong sighed, grateful for the kindness of Qinglian ancestors, and afraid of harming the ancestors.

"Quack!"

Wang Shuo shouted in a deep voice, raised his hands, and four sharp sword lights shot up into the sky.

In the sky, four formations were revealed, which turned into a square formation, and landed on the four corners of Daoshan's southeast, northwest, and northwest.

Four Swords of Zhuxian!

Four sword formations!

"Come on, whoever can break through this sword formation today, Heavenly Court, Datang, and Daoshan will serve with both hands." Wang Shuo's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

The four sword formations, with endless divine light, exuded a fierce evil spirit, as if any creature dared to step into it, it would be astonishing to be cut off.

"Arrogant! Just throw down four swords, and you think you can stop us? It's just death, everyone, follow me and break this sword formation!"

The old woman sneered and didn't pay attention to Wang Shuo at all. Although this person's methods were weird, he was just weird.

Many of their saints attacked together, no matter how strange his methods were, he could only fall here!

The person he wanted to kill by breaking the dragon mountain never survived the second day!

If he wants to die today, he must die!

"Kill! Don't stay alive!" The old woman roared in a lunar voice, and the many saints behind her let out a roaring roar.

Thousands of saints, with their own innate spiritual treasures, rushed into these four sword formations!

"Everyone, let me, Sage Chilang, break the sword formation in the south!" A cultivator in the later stage of the Sage burst into the sword formation with a big laugh.

Going to make a first contribution, go back to get the reward!

The person next to him yelled at being cunning and quickly followed.

A thousand people turned into four streams of people and rushed into the four sword formations.

"Hehe, this time I want to see how you can resist this sword formation!" The old woman stood in the air, just waiting to see Taoist Qinglian in front of her, how she was defeated, how she knelt down and begged for mercy!

At that time, if the sword formation is broken, you will be able to live without begging for mercy, even if it is broken into thousands of pieces, it is not an exaggeration!

"Daoshan female disciples, when the time comes, they will all act as the clean officials and women of my Broken Dragon Mountain, and let my Broken Dragon Mountain disciples play! Men, imprisoned in the magical sea of ​​Broken Dragon Mountain, will never come out, and will be tortured and humiliated!"

The cold voice of the old woman spread all over the world.

The disciples on Daoshan are all desperate!

Boom~

As the old woman's voice fell, the first sword formation began to tremble, as if it had been violently hit, and it was a little unstable.

"It seems that this sword formation is not a divine artifact. It will collapse after a while." Wen Tianchen said disdainfully.

It seems that Man Lan's death is only due to the opponent's means. If Man Lan is not careless, but fights alone, it may not be an accident!

Boom~

The sword formation began to tremble again, once, ten times, twenty times...

Thirty-two, the first sword formation suddenly collapsed!

It turned into an explosive airflow and spread in all directions.

"It's finally over, Daoshan, it will no longer exist!"

Many monks laughed.

The dust also slowly dissipated, and between heaven and earth, there was only a sword and a pattern, floating in the air.

The surrounding area was blood red, and countless stumps broke off and began to fall.

Blood poured like a torrential rain, and the creek and forest at the foot of Daoshan were all dyed red.

The ground was covered with blood and rain, and the sky was full of flesh, it was extremely tragic...

"How is that possible? There are at least two hundred saints in this sword formation. How long has it been since then? All of them turned into flesh and blood? These saints... died?"

"More than two hundred saints, the effort of a cup of tea, all die?"

A group of beheaded corpses and quasi-holy monks who are not a saint and hide behind them all feel their scalps go numb. They have never seen such a situation before!