The eyes of the Clay Bodhisattva were stunned and became extremely cold. The old man beside Zhao Wujiang was none other than Li Chunjun, the sword master of the Sword Tomb. He had trapped him with sword techniques for dozens of years, leaving him unable to cultivate his spirit for nearly a hundred years.

, On the contrary, the consumption only increases every day, and now it has reached the point where the oil is exhausted.

He would not attack Zhao Wujiang directly. Firstly, he wanted to kill Zhao Wujiang in a more cruel way, and secondly, he wanted to preserve more of his own strength.

Once this secret world is destroyed, the Wolf God, Gu God, Ghost God, and he will regain more strength, but in his current state, if the Gu God, Wolf God, and others jointly attack him, it will be difficult for him to resist.

He must keep himself absolutely safe.

Li Chunjun withdrew his eyes, his aura slightly suppressed the Ni Bodhisattva. He looked sideways at Zhao Wujiang who was looking at him, his old eyes were full of smiles:

"He is more handsome than your father and has more outstanding talents."

Zhao Wujiang looked at the old man standing side by side with him and sighed with emotion. The sword master Li Chunjun initially sent the sword slave to kill him, and he thought the sword master was also the one who wanted to murder him.

But what happened later and after he thought more about it, his view of the sword master changed a lot.

Looking back now, the sword master was more cynical than he imagined.

The appearance of these people, whether they were Clay Bodhisattvas, Wolf Gods, Gu Gods, ghosts and gods, as well as the current sword master, seemed to be far from what he had imagined.

He nodded, and the old man beside him both had vast sword energy, with a sword that could lift the sky.

He opened his mouth and still asked the question he always wanted to know:

"Father...mother...how did they die?"

Sword Master Li Chunjun frowned, dignity and anger filled his old eyes, and he was about to answer.

Not far away, the Clay Bodhisattva fiddled with the beads in his hand and smiled gently:

"In order to find you who was hiding, I sent people to kill you."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes turned cold for a moment, like ice that would last forever. He looked sideways at the smiling Clay Bodhisattva, his whole body filled with sword energy.

The sword master raised his sword eyebrows angrily, stepped on the sword energy, appeared in front of the Clay Bodhisattva in the blink of an eye, and stabbed him with his sword.

The Clay Bodhisattva refused to hide and was stabbed by a sword. His body turned into clouds and disappeared, and his voice echoed in the surrounding heaven and earth:

"I said, I don't need to take action personally to kill you."

Swirls of clouds and mist appeared in the four directions between the sky and the earth.

After the vortex emerged, figures began to appear one after another.

These figures are of different shapes, including boys, girls, women, strong men, old men, old women, scholars, bricklayers, actors, officials, warriors, and prostitutes...

There are three religions and nine streams, all of which are different in age.

Not long after, the ruins of Kyoto were almost covered with a crowd of people.

These people are all the people of Daxia, the common people of Li who survived wars and natural disasters after the collapse of the world.

As soon as they appeared, they were a little confused. Then when they saw Zhao Wujiang, the sword master Gu Shen and others with their feet hanging in the air, they were all trembling and excited and knelt on the ground. Some people kowtowed repeatedly and shouted thank you to the gods for saving their lives.

They believed that they were suddenly able to reach this place, avoid tsunamis, earthquakes, and mountain forest collapse, all because of the spells cast by Zhao Wujiang and others.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were solemn as he looked at the Daxia people emerging from the whirlpool of clouds and mist. He didn't know what the Clay Bodhisattva was going to do for a moment, but an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

The vortex of clouds and mist never stopped, and more and more survivors came out of the vortex.

At this time, the voice of Clay Bodhisattva also echoed in the four directions of heaven and earth:

"This time the world has undergone drastic changes and natural disasters have occurred frequently. The culprit is the Zhao Wujiang who is wearing a black robe and is elegant and elegant in front of you.

But the way of heaven is not ruthless. As long as one of you can cut off a piece of his flesh and blood, I will protect that person's safety for the rest of his life."

The frightened people all around broke into uproar and horror.
Chapter completed!