God level takeaway system

Seeing that Wang Mian was going out of the cave, Xiao Qingxue quickly grabbed him and said, "Be careful."

Wang Mian nodded, patted his hand and said, "No one in this world can kill me."

Wang Mian walked out of the cave and flew directly to the main hall of Shu Mountain.

At this time, all the masters of Shushan had gathered in the main hall of Shushan.

Everyone seemed to be arguing fiercely, and there was some fear on their faces.

The head of Shushan also had a gloomy expression, and when he saw Wang Mian entered the hall, his expression softened a little and he said, "Son, who did you kill from Xiaolin Temple?"

Wang Mian was stunned for a moment, wondering why the head of Shushan asked such a question.

But he still replied, "An old monk, all his teeth have fallen out, but he has a physical body."

All the senior executives of Shushan and the head of Shushan heard Wang Mian's description, and their complexions became even more ugly.

An elder from Shushan jumped out and said, "Boy...you are really a troublemaker. You have not been in the door for a long time, but you have caused a lot of trouble."

Although his tone was reprimanded, there was excitement on his face.

Wang Mian looked at the head of Shushan and said, "Is that old man very special?"

The head of Shushan said with a serious face, "The old man you killed may be the son of the head of Xiaolin Temple."

"Hmph." Wang Mian said coldly, "It's really a fake monk with a nest of snakes and rats. Didn't the monk escape into Buddhism? How could he have a son?"

Before the master could speak, there was a thunderous sound outside.

"Zhang Lang, if you hand over those two dolls to me, even if today's matter is over, I will no longer have anything to do with you Shushan.

But if you don't hand them over, even if there are people on your Shu Mountain, I will destroy your Shu Mountain today. "

The person who spoke named them by name and asked the head of Mount Shu to hand over Wang Mian and Xiao Qingxue together.

"This shameless monk is still thinking about women." Wang Mian scolded softly.

Facing the clamor of the host of Xiaolin Temple outside!

The head of Shushan responded domineeringly, "You can regenerate without a son, and you can remarry without a daughter-in-law. My Shushan disciples will not be handed over to anyone. If you have a seed, you will destroy my Shushan."

This is what you asked for, after the abbot spoke.

The entire Shu Mountain was like an earthquake, all the flying swords in the Shu Mountain Sword Valley.

Including all the flying swords on the peak of Shushan, they all roared in an instant.

The roaring sounds are connected into one piece, making people's souls tremble.

Wang Mian and others walked out of the main hall in Shushan.

In this situation, the disciples of Shushan are just the turtles in the urn.

There is no need to go out, it can only be sent to death.

There are quite a few masters in Xiaolin Temple.

Hollow masters fit together, and there are countless masters.

The head of Shushan is only in the realm of emptiness.

The most powerful thing in Shushan is the mountain protection formation, which was left by the predecessors of Shushan.

Every dead Shushan elder will entrust his soul on the flying swords, making the flying swords have spirits, and when encountering enemies, these flying swords will naturally sense them.

Therefore, Shushan is not afraid of infiltrating traitors, nor is it afraid of the enemy's attack.

The rain of swords all over the sky covered the sky and the sun, forming a billowing river made of flying swords.

That power would almost cut through the void.

The faces of the presiding officer of Xiaolin Temple and the profound monk all became ugly.

They didn't expect things to develop to this point.

The reputation of this Shu Mountain is really that the stones in the toilet are smelly and hard.

Then Wang Mian saw it.Those monks turned into monster-like existences one by one with the power of primordial spirit.

Some have a thousand hands and a thousand faces, and are as tall as a hundred feet, and some are transformed into Tathagatas.The body is taller than the mountain peak, and the whole body exudes red light.

Some are double-faced Buddhas.

Some turned into giants.

Some have hundreds of hands.

The abbot of Xiaolin Temple turned into a super monster. It is in human form, but from head to toe, his whole body has no less than ten thousand eyes. Each eye has a unique look, but there is one thing in common. , that is hatred.

Moreover, Wang Mian had a feeling that the nearly ten thousand eyes seemed to be women's eyes, which were installed later.

This, if true, is outrageous.

This host bears the most flying swords, and those flying swords seem to have will, generally knowing which enemy is the strongest.

Wang Mian had never seen such a battle scene.

The flying swords converged into a torrent and fought with these monks.

The rusty sword in Wang Mian's hand trembled slightly.

"Are you going too?" Wang Mian asked.

Fei Jian trembled even more, "Okay, then you can go. Wang Mian let go of the Fei Jian in his hand."

Flying swords are mixed into the trend of flying swords in the sky.

It's not just Wang Mian.Shushan disciples, all flying swords fly up to the sky and flow into the rolling, flying sword rivers to defend against foreign enemies.

These flying swords are like the disciples of Shushan.There is no selfishness, let alone any exclusion.The condensed power is very dreaded even by the strong at the peak of Transcending Tribulation.

Those Buddhas didn't do it either, their physical bodies seemed to be invincible treasures.

Any physical attack cannot cause any damage to their physical bodies.

Flying swords seemed to be piercing an all-steel shield.

Make a tinkling sound.

This voice chills the soul, appearing in the hearts of every Shushan disciple.

The monk gathers the treasure body in the posture of the primordial spirit.

Feijian is also fighting with primordial spirits.

Two gusts of wind blew in the sky.One is golden and the other is red, sticking to each other and fighting.

Those disciples of Shaolin Temple, one by one, looked like Buddha descending from heaven, they looked extremely sacred, but the murderous aura emanating from their bodies could directly shatter the bodies of ordinary Jindan masters.

Every monk seems to have used the Dharma of heaven and earth, their bodies have become very large, and their shapes are constantly changing.

Sometimes these monks even changed into the form of flying swords, trying to blend into the flying swords of Shushan, and then directly and quietly attacked the gate of Shushan.

But Wang Mian's attention at this time was all on his flying sword, he found that although his flying sword joined these flying swords, it did not immediately attack like other flying swords.

Instead, it seems to be waiting for the existence of those fish in troubled waters.

Seeing a strong man from Xiaolin Temple transform into a flying sword, Wang Mian's flying sword directly turned into a Changhong to kill, such a fake flying sword.

The real sword and the fake sword collided with each other, Wang Mian's sword was unscathed, but the fake flying sword was broken into two pieces, and it let out a human scream and dissipated in the air.

After beheading many such existences in a row.

The monks in Xiaolin Temple are extremely ugly, it is because there are too many flying swords.

These monks who turned into flying swords were specially arranged by them, and they had spells to hide their aura, but they still died tragically.

You can't see how many flying swords are flying all over the sky. There is no fear, no emotion, and the only consciousness is to kill the enemy.

Finally, some of the cave masters from Xiaolin Temple couldn't stand it any longer, and were directly killed on the spot, and the number of dead continued to expand.

The abbot of Xiaolin Temple shouted loudly, "Zhang Lang, do you really want to fight Xiaolin Temple to the end?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? If you have the ability, you can attack and we will be ready to be killed."

"You!" The head of Shaolin was so angry that he couldn't fight anymore because of the time.

In Xiaolin Temple, more than a dozen masters of Dongxu died, and even a master of the Mahayana realm died.

If it goes on like this, maybe those who cross the catastrophe will be a little dangerous.

"Withdraw—" the abbot waved his hand.

All the people of Kobayashi Temple disappeared in the void.