And then.
Originally, a large group of people in Wuyang Wuyang kept falling from the sky like dumplings. ??
Thump thump thump thump!!!
They all fell on the ancient red blood plain.
Everyone was wailing and screaming, lying on the ground unable to get up.
Even Chen Donghe, Lu Qingyuan and other semi-saints are the same.
No different from anyone else.
They were all severely injured by Mu Yangzi at that moment.
Although their lives were safe, all of them were seriously injured, and they couldn't do anything else in a short period of time.
This is the method of the saint.
Mu Yangzi really didn't want to kill all these people.
If we really kill all these people, not to mention the forces behind these people will be provoked.
This killing alone will have an impact on Mu Yangzi.
Although the saint is strong, he is even more restricted by heaven and earth.
Once you do something that goes against the law of heaven, you will inevitably be counterattacked by the law of heaven.
certainly.
If it's the crazy kind, it doesn't matter.
Seeing this, Ye Qingyun felt relieved.
Fortunately, Mu Yangzi is here to support him.
If it weren't for Mu Yangzi, Ye Qingyun knew that he would be in big trouble today.
"Master Ye, let's leave this place."
Mu Yangzi said.
"good."
Ye Qingyun nodded and left together immediately.
"Wait a minute!"
But at this moment.
A cold voice sounded.
Immediately afterwards.
A saint's breath came quickly from a distance.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Mu Yangzi is even more straightforward
Then he looked towards the direction where the saint's aura was coming.
Then he saw an old man in linen clothes with a stooped figure, standing on a large square cauldron, coming from the air.
This old man in linen clothes has a majestic aura around him, a myriad of auras, and a saintly aura that is astonishingly rich.
He is also a true saint!
"It's my farm saint!"
On the ground, the peasants who were vomiting blood couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw the old man in sackcloth.
The farm saint is here!
Although today's farmhouses have declined, the farmhouses in ancient times were once very glorious.
Ranked among the best among hundreds of companies.
Nature has also given birth to saints.
To this day, there is only such a saint left in the farm family.
Although he is just a saint, there is a huge difference between having a saint and not having a saint.
With saints, the peasant family can always be based in the Central Plains, and does not need to rely on other forces, and there will be no danger of overthrow.
Without a saint, he will either be swallowed up by other forces, or he can only bow his head and bend down to cling to other big forces.
This old man in sackcloth with his feet on the square tripod is the only remaining saint in the farm family.
Sensing that the situation in the farmhouse was not good, he quickly rushed to the ancient red blood plain using magical powers.
“I didn’t expect this peasant saint to show up in person!”
"It is said that this peasant saint has practiced the complete Shen Nong Sutra."
"Could it be that the four-sided tripod under his feet is one of Shennong's three tripods?"
The appearance of the old man in sackcloth also caused all the forces above the Scarlet Blood Ancient Plain to show fear.
Donghuang Xunxian, who had been watching from the wall, saw a hint of joy in his eyes when he saw the arrival of the old man in sackcloth.
"The more that come, the better."
Donghuang Xunxian said secretly.
In an instant, the old man in sackcloth stepped on the Sifang Ding and was already in front of Ye Qingyun and others.
A terrifying aura instantly enveloped Ye Qingyun and the others.
At this moment, whether it was Cangyun Sword Master, Yufeng Sword Master, or Zhao Ding and others, their expressions were extremely vigilant.
Mu Yangzi even stepped out and stood opposite the old man in sackcloth.
"Mu Yangzi, you are so brave!"
The old man in sackcloth stared at Mu Yangzi with stern eyes.
Chapter completed!