The Clay Buddha Yue Bufan gently held his hand, and the people hanging above the ruins of Kyoto screamed in pain. It felt like a pair of invisible big hands were squeezing the flesh and bones of their bodies.

The next moment, on top of the ruins of Kyoto, bursts of flesh-breaking and explosion sounds erupted, and clouds of blood mist exploded.

Some people screamed and asked why before dying.

Yue Bufan's face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and there was an indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth.

He laughed indifferently:

"Being able to be used by me is a blessing that you will never be able to achieve in your lifetime."

The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops passed through the blood mist and hit the ruins. There was no one in the world to answer the sound.

Yue Bufan tapped his toes, and a gray cloud rose up from beneath him. He climbed higher into the sky and ran towards the outside of the world.

He is finally going back to his home. This time, he will successfully survive the Heavenly Tribulation of the Supreme Being and embark on the road to Supreme Being.

He also wants to search for all the people related to Zhao Wujiang in the outside world. As long as he has accepted Zhao Wujiang's fate, he will not let go. He will kill these people one by one after surviving the catastrophe.

Find out.

He would tolerate those who were powerful and protected for the time being, while those who had little to rely on or were in dire straits, he would capture them one by one, seize those fortunes, and lay the foundation for his own path to supremacy.

While he was sleeping, he had already felt the breath of someone very close to Zhao Wujiang.

As long as he feels it in the outside world, he will never let it go.

He sneered, transformed into clouds, and rushed towards the torrential rain in the sky.

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Washed away by heavy rain, Zhao Wujiang saw from a world perspective that the surviving common people were wiped out by the Mud Bodhisattva.

He was filled with overwhelming anger, asking why, why he went back on his word even though he had clearly agreed.

He wanted to kill the Clay Bodhisattva very much.

He knew that these people came to the so-called secret world to find something.

After searching to no avail, they all fell into a deep sleep and focused their attention on him, Zhao Wujiang.

Among them, Yue Bufan, the Clay Bodhisattva, is the most abominable. He has repeatedly tried to speed up the collapse of the world, planted a curse on the royal family of Daxia, provoked wars, and put the people in dire straits.

He also used poisonous tactics to force Zhao Wujiang to submit, and finally went back on his words and killed the people he had promised to take away.

And Zhao Wujiang knew that the cruelty in the heart of the Clay Bodhisattva Yue Bufan was far more than that, and he would probably turn his attention to those close to him, such as Xuanyuan Jing, Dugu Mingyue, Su Huayi and others...

He must kill Yue Bufan and cannot let him leave Anwen and leave this world.

He saw Yue Bufan rushing towards the sky, and while his mind was roaring, he finally found that his body could move, as if he had turned into a torrential rain.

He rushed towards Yue Bufan, the heavy rain was like a knife.

But the moment he touched Yue Bufan, the heavy rain broke up the fine water droplets and scattered them onto the ruins of Kyoto.

Yue Bufan didn't feel anything at all. The gentle smile on his cheeks and his eyes were still cold, and he gradually left this world.

Zhao Wujiang wanted to catch up with these departing people.

But he felt like he was falling towards the earth, and finally hit hard on rocks, rubble or beams, wood and yellow mud. He felt like he was falling apart with the rain.

He seemed to have turned into a puddle, flowing along with the current, and he didn't know where to go.

The puddle gradually turned into a stream, flowing through the turbid yellow mud water and stone debris water, and passed by the corpses with their eyes open and their flesh and blood blurred.

The stream gradually became turbid, with blood red and mud yellow, burnt black and corpse green, the green of the surviving vegetation and buds of the mountains and rivers, the withered gray of the dilapidated and desolate water, and the water blue of the dragon pattern of the Great Xia flag broken in the rain.

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The heavy rain is still pouring down and seems to never stop.

Zhao Wujiang is like water, flowing along the stream through thousands of holes, through death and no life, through the collapse of all things, through mountains and rivers as vast as a broken painting, through the scattered stars that have fallen into the human world.
Chapter completed!