Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

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More than 100 years have passed before our eyes like this.

The three of them stood at the door for more than 100 years!

"My sermon, today is over, do you have any insights?" Wang Shuo exhaled and said lightly.

And the five thousand souls below, hearing the end of the sermon, all blushed, as if holding back something.

Yin Yang, Qiankun and Qiankun also woke up from Wang Shuo's voice, and they felt inconceivable that they were addicted to the voice of the sermon.

How could they be so fascinated by a quasi-holy preaching?

This is absolutely impossible. Could it be that a quasi-sage, who has a better understanding of the Tao, is stronger than their saints?

The two looked at each other, silent for a while, and said yin and yang: "He is just a quasi-sage, it should be from other places, the insights he got, just follow it, otherwise it would be impossible."

"I think so, otherwise, how could this guy be able to speak so thoroughly?" Qiankun also said.

"Humph! We went in and asked him for advice, and as soon as we asked, we knew that if we couldn't figure out the details, it would definitely be stealing the fruit of others!"

After saying that, Yin Yang collapsed in one step, and the cry that was more than 100 years late sounded again: "My Yin Yang..."

"My Universe..."

"Not long ago, I became holy, and I came to ask for advice today!"

As soon as they came out, the voice fell.

In the main hall, those monks who blushed and held their breath, couldn't hold back any longer, it was a breakthrough!

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Immediately afterwards, five thousand monks, all in the torrent of breakthrough, extracted countless heaven and earth vitality, the source...

The entire Qinglian Daotai Mountain seems to have entered a vortex of vitality, the source, and is wrapped up.

"I... I don't want to make a breakthrough. I'm afraid that this time I will be a saint." A Jinxian cried.

"Wuwu, you're not bad, I'm afraid... about to beheaded." Another cultivator was about to cry, with tears in his eyes.

The person next to him slapped the ground directly: "Why am I so miserable? I feel that I am afraid that I will cut three corpses, and I will be sanctified with only one step away. I don't want to..."

With the cries and wailing, 5000 people broke through one after another.

These cultivators, who were supposed to be only Heavenly Immortals, Jin Immortals, and the strongest but Taiyi, directly entered the ranks of Quasi-Saints, slaying three corpses, and so on. Those surging and terrifying auras covered the vast West.

Heaven and earth are in this breath, trembling faintly.

"You...fortunately, at most we only cut three corpses, but those of us sitting in the front, I'm afraid..."

Ming He clenched his teeth, his face turned blue and then red, and finally roared: "I don't want to be sanctified..."

Boom~

Breathe out!

Styx, who was already a quasi-sage, started beheading directly!

A corpse!

He stepped out one step, and a phantom appeared on the left side of his body.

With a knife out of thin air, a human figure was cut out.

Two corpses!

On his right, a phantom also appeared, and it was cut down again.

This phantom turned into a human figure again!