Nine Realms Sword Master

With the roar of the acting abbot, everyone rushed towards the messenger.

All kinds of terrifying spirit arts cover it like a rushing wave.

The void is rolling.

Xiayun was gone.

At this moment, even the stars in the sky became bleak.

With such a horrible sight, anyone who saw it had a numb scalp.

No one dared to remain indifferent under such a terrible offensive.

However... the messenger stood still.

As if Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his color.

The acting abbot trembled and looked at the messenger in disbelief.

In this case, the other party is still so calm, then...I am afraid that there is only one possibility that can explain all this.

The other party is not afraid of you at all!

as predicted.

The messenger raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

clatter!

There was a crisp sound.

A cyan halo burst out between his two fingers.

This halo spreads around like waves.

But anyone covered by this cyan halo would directly freeze their bodies, as if they were frozen, and even the spirit arts that struck them would be frozen by this power.

As a result, the whole world was completely still.

That terrifying wave of spiritism, and the countless souls who fell into the ocean, can't move anymore.

People seem to be in time magic.

However, unlike time spells, although they can't move their bodies, their conscious minds are still there, and they can even speak.

They can see everything in front of them clearly and understand what happened.

But...they can do nothing!

"what happened?"

"I... body... why can't I move!"

"Is that the messenger's means?"

"What spell is this?"

"Help!"

...

The souls screamed in despair. But who can save them at this moment?

Everyone was imprisoned and couldn't move at all. They were like meat placed on a cutting board, just waiting for the opponent to cut it.

"Abbot! What should we do now?"

A monk looked at the acting abbot who was also imprisoned, and tried to question.

The acting abbot's face tightened, and he tried his best to hit the **** on his body. The force was used to the extreme, and the **** was finally loosened, but to break it completely, it was far from as simple as he thought.

"Everyone work hard together. It must be very difficult for him to restrain so many of us alone. If everyone works together, this restraint will be lifted!" the acting abbot said loudly.

As soon as this word came out, everyone immediately tried to break through this restraining force.

as predicted.

The void began to vibrate.

The still space was swaying constantly, and the power falling on everyone was shaking wildly like grains of sand.

Everyone was overjoyed.

"It works!"

"Great!"

"Everyone, work harder!"

The voice of joy kept coming out.

But at this moment...

Huh! ! !

A strange sound spread.

Then I saw people's heads flying up, and pillar-like blood sprayed into the sky, as if to stain the sky red.

People widened their eyes and looked at the thousands of people ahead of them in disbelief.

No one can believe that these thousands of lives are gone.

It was the messenger in front of them.

He didn't know when he had an extra sword in his hand.

As soon as the sharp sword shook, thousands of heads flew up, and blood was scattered like pillars to the sky.

"what?"

The shivering voice kept coming out.

"Yes, you can indeed break free from my imprisonment, and it is impossible for me to completely suppress you all, but...you cannot leave my imprisonment for the first time. During this period of time, I can easily wipe you all away. Except! Your struggles are nothing but futile, dying struggles!"

The messenger carried the sword and walked slowly, his eyes full of coldness and indifference.

His purpose is to kill all the people here.

So he will never be soft.

"It's over!"

The messenger said, throwing a sharp sword in the air.

Whoosh!

The sharp sword flew into the air, splitting directly, and turned into tens of thousands of swords, with the blade facing down and hanging in the air.

"what?"

Everyone changed for it.

The messenger intends to kill everyone in one go!

"No!"

"Let us go!"

"We are willing to join you, we are willing to surrender!"

"Please let us go!"

"We are willing to attack Divine Machine Palace for you!"

The hysterical voice is endless.

Everyone is anxious, everyone is afraid.

Even the acting abbot was unwilling to insist at this moment, and shouted: "Hurry up! I...I promise your request!"

"Abbot!"

All the monks looked at him in unison, everyone in the Shanglong Temple opened their eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"Abbot, you...what are you doing? Are you going to betray Li Shengzhou?" a monk asked with wide eyes.

"I am not betraying Lishengzhou, I want to preserve Shanglong Temple!" The acting abbot was emotional.

"If we betray the Lishengzhou in order to preserve the Shanglong Temple, then what is the point of our survival...?"

"Acting Abbot! You can't do this!"

"We would rather die than surrender to them!"

Many monks shouted angrily.

"Shut up, you must listen to me at this time! Since I am the acting abbot, I am responsible for letting the Shanglong Temple pass on! None of you are allowed to disobey the abbot's meaning!" the acting abbot shouted.

Everyone was angry and helpless.

Now, they can only wait to die.

however.

The messenger did not seem to accept their surrender.

"I only know to surrender now? It's too late! If you ants don't cherish the gift given by my lord, you will never have a second chance! Now, you can go to death!"

The messenger said lightly and moved his palm lightly.

In an instant, the sharp sword hanging above everyone's head immediately flashed with cold light, and then all fell down and pierced everyone's Sky Spirit Cover.

"Do not!!"

"I don't want to die!"

The miserable cry resounded through the sky.

The acting abbot was desperate.

Countless people are desperate.

No one had expected that he would die like this.

The messenger smiled and looked at him, his eyes full of playfulness.

This is not the first time he has carried out a killing like this.

It's just... just when the sword is about to fall on these people's heads...

Wow!

A strange breeze blew.

All the fallen swords were frozen...

"what?"

The messenger's face was startled, and his head suddenly looked up.

But saw that his sharp swords were wrapped in rich time spells.

This time technique is so subtle that it is simply not what ordinary people can imagine.

"who!"

The messenger shouted.

He didn't believe that anyone in Shanglong Temple could have such a method.

But seeing the edge of the sky, a figure stepped in the air and walked towards it.

That posture, like a god...