Chapter 914: Two Battlefields

Seeing the black-clothed monks rushing up together, Zhou Shu's expression turned cold.

With a flash of sword light, the Eye of Guixu was fully opened, and a majestic attack wave of Yuanli rushed straight out.

Boom!

The two monks in front were pierced immediately, and turned into a puddle of flesh in an instant.

But Yuan Lizhu didn't weaken, and moved forward all the way, heading straight for Tan Zhendao.

Wherever they passed, the monks in black had no possibility of defense. Those who saw the opportunity quickly could dodge, at most, limbs and arms were broken, and those who were slower would die directly.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were killed or injured.

Yuan Lizhu rushed to Tan Zhendao.

Tan Zhendao's face was solemn, and the primordial spirit suddenly appeared on the top of his head, holding out a small black shield, and at the same time retreated quickly.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the small shield was directly pushed away, and the Yuanli Pillar also weakened a lot, so it changed direction and continued to rush forward until it reached the edge of the island and plunged into the sea before completely stopping.

A large ditch more than ten feet deep appeared on the ground, running through the entire Paradise Island, and many tall buildings collapsed.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, wailing continued, and there were fleeing immortal cultivators everywhere.

In just one click, Paradise Island was destroyed in a disastrous manner, and the Paradise became a garbage dump.

Tan Zhendao glanced at it, his expression became more fierce, while Zhou Shu's expression was indifferent, not taking it seriously.

The Yuanli that rushed out was not a random collision without a target, but it was under Zhou Shu's control, and the most affected ones were those flower pavilions and the biggest flower pavilions, all of which were places where filth was hidden. .

Zhou Shu didn't stop, the Naxu ring was opened, and a series of puppets flew out.

There are more than one hundred puppets, each of which has strength above the Golden Core Realm.

Puppets are different from humans. Humans are flesh and blood. They will be afraid and lose fighting spirit. Once the difference in realm is large, it will be difficult for a cultivator to win with more. After all, the difference between primordial power and spiritual power is too great, but puppets, which are not afraid of beating, pain or fear at all, are different. Even a monk cannot easily defeat a golden core-level diamond puppet. If it collapses, then the advantage in the number of King Kong puppets will easily turn into a victory, so that the more wins the less.

In the main hall before, it was impossible to cast it, but now on the island, there is no such concern at all.

The five split-tailed tooth beasts were the main ones, and the other puppets were the auxiliary ones, and they besieged Tan Zhendao together.

Tan Zhendao's complexion changed slightly, and he had to recruit clones to deal with many puppets.

He shouted, "Don't worry about the puppet, everyone, attack that monk, he is the same as you, and he will definitely not be able to use the previous vortex now!"

The black-clothed monks did not dare to neglect, gathered their fighting spirit, and rushed towards Zhou Shu one after another.

Among them, there are many monks who are not in black, most of them are guard monks of Huaguan Hualou, or landlords, etc. They also know that once something happens to Paradise Island, their business will not be able to continue. Where can I find a better place to make money?

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing people. Zhou Shu, who wants to destroy the island, is even more of a sworn enemy in their eyes, and they hate it very much.

When they started, they were more ruthless and fierce than the monks in black on Paradise Island.

"Let's go together and kill him!"

"It's just a dream to destroy our Paradise Island, we must kill him!"

"Damn it, dare to take care of our affairs!"

Soon, two battlefields were formed.

More than a hundred puppets besieged Tan Zhendao, and hundreds of monks besieged Zhou Shu.

Many onlookers looked at the situation and couldn't help shaking their heads. They knew without thinking that Zhou Shu would definitely lose.

There are hundreds of monks who are in the Nascent Soul Realm like him, and many of them are still in the out-of-body or even distracted stage. Although Tan Zhendao's fight is lively, how long can the puppets last, not to mention those puppets are also It was controlled by Zhou Shu. Once Zhou Shu relaxed, the puppet followed suit.

For other monks in the Nascent Soul Realm, perhaps such reasons are used, but it is a pity that it is Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu's expression was indifferent, with a faint green light emitting from his body, he walked among the monks like a stroll in a garden.

He chose to ignore almost all the attacks, allowing the power of magic formulas and even magic weapons to hit him, and he didn't care at all. The sword in his right hand and the thunder in his left hand, every time they fall, they will take a life away.

In the face of these people, he will never show mercy.

But within a few tens of breaths, some people were terrified, trembling uncontrollably, afraid to go forward again.

"How is it possible, why is he not afraid of any attack?"

"That's right, the sword light that came out of the primordial spirit just now cut through the sky, but nothing happened when it fell on him?"

"Is he a monk?"

The besieger stared at Zhou Shu and began to doubt, first Zhou Shu, and then himself.

"Could it be that my attack power is not enough, is that so?"

"Compared to him, I'm not considered a monk at all. What's the situation? I haven't even knocked out a single hair of the magic formula that has gone out of my body?"

"Is it my magic weapon's fault, or did I practice the wrong formula?"

This kind of emotion is contagious, and soon, most of the monks gradually lost their will to fight, and the siege turned into a free fight.

They would not know that the current Zhou Shu has fully utilized the Qingming Domain of the Qingming Dharma Clothes, plus the Yanfu Sutra of the Tree Vein Realm, combined with the wooden armor, the current Zhou Shu is not at the Nascent Soul Realm at all. The monks can impress them, unless they have top-grade magic weapons, or extremely special fire and magic formulas, but it seems that there are obviously none.

They are nothing more than a group of pirates, whether it is magic weapons, different fires, magic formulas, etc., they cannot compare with the monks of the big sect.

Zhou Shu was still calm, Yin-Yang Thunder and Li Shuang Sword kept falling, harvesting lives one by one.

The observations of the previous few days made him clearly understand that all these people are comparable to evil cultivators, and they all have reasons to die hundreds of times.

There were wailing everywhere, blood mist flying all over the sky, Zhou Shu walked back and forth, indifferent as ice, not letting go of every monk passing by.

After a while, almost none of the monks dared to fight again. Seeing Zhou Shu, who looked like a murderous god, they trembled and almost knelt down. They had completely lost their fighting spirit and could not fight any longer.

"Forgive... my life!"

A black-clothed monk no longer cared about his duties, nor did he care that the steward Tan Zhendao was on his side. He knelt down and begged loudly.

One person did this, and the rest followed suit. In the blink of an eye, a group of monks knelt down.

Zhou Shu's expression was indifferent, just like what he thought. Compared with the external conditions such as magic weapons and formulas, these pirates were worse internally. They had no fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

The onlookers around were almost stunned, staring at Zhou Shu, completely speechless.

The island was completely in chaos, and many Huaxiu ran out one after another because they lost their restraints.