Chapter 805: Draw the Sword and Look Around, No One Is Left

In the city, thousands of women were hung up, their hands and feet cut off, leaving only their maggot-like bodies, hung in the air by iron chains inserted into their spines.

They were still conscious, in great pain, and were deliberately magnified by the magic, deliberately feeling everything. At the same time, the magic would awaken the best moments in their memories, making them struggle between the happy memories of the past and the pain of the present.

Someone fed them every day, and they couldn't die even if they wanted to. The crazy Twelve Niang was also added to this list. This is called hanging meat.

In the distance, thousands of men and women were locked on rows of fences. The fences were made entirely of thorns, as if they were alive, crawling up and down on them. Every time they crawled, these people screamed, and the thorns were constantly sucking their blood. This is called blood cattle.

Yu Zecheng drew his sword, and the sword flashed. Under the sword light, the thorn fences were strangled inch by inch, screaming and collapsing. The ropes on the backs of the hanging meat were all turned into ashes. The men and women rescued by Yu Zecheng were all put on the ground.

The alarm sounded, and a huge light shield began to rise over the entire city. There was a fluctuation of vitality in the distance.

Yu Zecheng looked at the hanging meat and blood cattle under his feet, his eyes full of sorrow.

Those who were rescued looked at Yu Zecheng with expectations in their eyes. Someone shouted something in his mouth, and the voices gathered together to form a slapping sound. Yu Zecheng listened attentively and heard:

"Master, please be merciful and kill me."

"Kill me, kill me."

The voices of pleading gradually gathered into an ocean. This was the thought of all of them.

Yu Zecheng said:

"I can save you, and let you live freely in this world in the future, and no one can hurt you."

But the voice continued without interruption:

"Master, be merciful, kill me."

For them, death is the best relief. They have completely lost the belief in life. Even if they can restore their best life in the future, there is no meaning for them to exist, so they just want to die.

Yu Zecheng sighed, and suddenly the sword light flashed. In an instant, these two or three thousand lives were silent. In silence, all of them were broken by the heart veins of the true essence and died.

After they died, smiles appeared on their faces. Death was their greatest happiness.

Looking at the smiles on these people's faces, Yu Zecheng had only hatred and murderous intent in his heart, and he couldn't help but burst out crazily.

The murderous intent in his heart was extremely firm, so firm that it was completely unfeeling.

This is exactly when the sky is murderous, the stars will move. When the earth is murderous, dragons and snakes will rise from the land. When people are murderous, the world will be reversed.

At this time, dozens of monks rushed over from afar, including monks of the human race and foreign races of Indra. They rushed over with shouts.

The sword flashed, and they were all crushed. Before being crushed, their flesh and blood collapsed inch by inch, making them enjoy the most painful death.

Yu Zecheng strolled in the city, and the tall towers were destroyed with a sword, the huge city walls collapsed with a sword, and the straight roads were broken with a sword.

Kill, kill, kill.

All monks, whether human or Indra, were killed, and they died the most painful death.

When they killed their way to the center of the city, they saw that hundreds of monks had gathered on the opposite side, one of whom was Indra's Yuanying Zhenjun.

He saw Yu Zecheng and shouted:

"Who are you and why..."

The sword flashed, just one sword, hundreds of monks, including the Yuanying Zhenjun, were all turned into countless fragments in this sword light and all were killed.

The Nascent Soul of Sakyamuni was destroyed, and his body was surrounded by a sword light, suspended in the air. The sword light swallowed up the Sakyamuni clone bit by bit, tortured it bit by bit, and slowly refined it.

Sakyamuni kept giving birth to new clones. He was a ball of light, like the setting sun, which was gradually eroded by Yu Zecheng's sword light.

He was making all kinds of sharp cries, as if he was asking for help, as if he was afraid, as if he was screaming in pain.

Yu Zecheng walked in front of him, tilted his head and looked at him, and said:

"Are you afraid? Are you in pain? Enjoy it slowly."

Turning around, Yu Zecheng left, no longer caring about the slowly destroyed Sakyamuni. This was the punishment he deserved.

Yu Zecheng flew up with his sword and flew into the air. The huge shield was in the air. He swung his sword fiercely, and the shield began to shake. In this sword, it was shaking endlessly.

Yu Zecheng fired his sword again, one sword after another, and the shield collapsed immediately with the last blow.

Then Yu Zecheng flew over the whole city, killing all the cultivators without leaving a single one.

After a moment, he killed them all. Then Yu Zecheng looked into the distance, where the fluctuation of the true essence appeared, and reinforcements were coming.

He flew up on his sword, and flew across the sky. There were a thousand reinforcements flying from the opposite side, including two Yuanying Zhenjun. Yu Zecheng already had countless ways to deal with these Yuanying Zhenjuns formed by catalysis, just one sword.

Yu Zecheng killed his way into the enemy group, and blood flew in the air, screams were heard, and sword lights were scattered. After a moment, there were only two groups of sword lights left in the air, slowly refining the Shiti Huanyin people.

Now Yu Zecheng was too lazy to even destroy them and resurrect them to become his own men. He felt disgusted when he saw them, and death was their best choice.

Thousands of people were killed, and another reinforcement appeared in the distance, with a total of two thousand cultivators. When Yu Zecheng saw them, his eyes lit up. No matter how many Yuanying Zhenjuns the other side had, he rushed over on his sword.

Fights continued to break out, and there were bursts of roars over the Luzhou Gulang Island. Tian Qing appeared again and again, and Yu Zecheng fought against the enemies and killed countless powerful enemies.

In the end, all the cultivators on the Luzhou Gulang Island were terrified. They gathered together, and there were 10,000 people, flying towards the mountain gate of Zhuruokongwu Sect in the central mountain range of Luzhou Gulang Island.

There were 9 Yuanying Zhenjun in this group of people. They were originally reinforcements sent by the main gate of Zhuruokongwu Sect. As a result, several people died in battle one after another, and they had to retreat to the mountain gate headquarters with other companions guarding the island.

Yu Zecheng appeared in front of and behind these 10,000 people from time to time. Every time he appeared, the sword light flashed, and more than a dozen people were killed, but they had no way to deal with it.

Huijin Zhenjun was the leader of these people. He connected with the other eight tribesmen and gathered their various energies on himself to fight against Yu Zecheng who flew over every time.

This was the best solution he could think of. He had been scared by Yu Zecheng. No one dared to chase Yu Zecheng alone. Those brave tribesmen never came back because of chasing this guy. So his solution was to connect everyone's energy together to resist Yu Zecheng's continuous attacks.

As long as he returned to the mountain gate and relied on the protection of the magic circle there, he would be completely safe. As long as he waited for the leader of the Kongrong clan to lead the warriors of the tribe to return, he would be able to get rid of him. So now he had to insist. Fang Zheng was the one who died. These pigs and sheep died for their masters.

In fact, it didn't matter if other tribesmen died. As long as he could escape, it was better than anything else. If it really didn't work, as long as he could escape from his fellow tribesmen, it would be fine.

This thought appeared in his mind. For Shakyamuni, it was a self-thought that absolutely could not appear. For Shakyamuni, selfishness was the greatest crime.

But after getting this body, such thoughts kept appearing, but Huijin Zhenjun would not be so stupid as to confess himself like other tribesmen, conduct self-analysis, get redemption, and finally be re-refined and manufactured.

I am not that kind of fool. Looking at the powerful enemy in front of him, Huijin Zhenjun kept calculating. Suddenly, this time the powerful enemy did not kill several people and leave like before, but rushed over fiercely in the face of his gathered energy. He wielded the ruthless sword light and rushed into the crowd, bursting out various divine thunders.

Not good, escape, Huijin Zhenjun was shocked, and the other seven tribesmen connected to him could not help but scream. They were stagnant for two breaths, which was enough, enough to let themselves escape from this terrible sword light. Sorry, brothers, for the sake of the eldest brother, you will sacrifice.

Yu Zecheng pretended to attack in front, tried several times, relaxed the opponent's attention, and instantly broke the powerful true energy column gathered by the opponent, then killed into the enemy group, released the divine thunder, and began to kill.

Under the control of Yu Zecheng's sword, the flying sword turned into the purest edge. Wherever the sword passed, it wiped out all the chaos and cut off all the complexity.

The sword light was clear. You could see the bottom at a glance. In the deepest part, it was still shining with dazzling edge, which was pure and unique, without a trace of impurities, only the meaning of destruction.

The cold blade reflected the thunder and fire, shining with light, accompanied by the whistling sound, the coldness was far-reaching and penetrated the heart and lungs.

The sword light flew up and down among the ten thousand people, and then blood splashed, and countless blood mists rose.

The leader of the other side actually escaped in an instant and fled far away, and the eight Shiti Huanyin aliens who were connected with him were all in a short state of stagnation. The opportunity was rare, and the sword instantly chose to kill the eight Shiti Huanyin aliens and let the escaped leader go.

Kill, kill, kill, Yu Zecheng rushed over with his sword, swung his sword to kill a Yuanying Zhenjun, just one sword, and killed another person, still just one sword.

One sword breaks all laws. Even if they resist and struggle desperately, under Yu Zecheng's natural swordsmanship, it is meaningless. All of them have only one end, which is destruction and death.

This is the way of nature. At this moment, Yu Zecheng finally understood the feeling of the way of nature in the pool in Huangniu Valley of Xuanyuan Hill.

In an instant, Yu Zecheng's swordsmanship changed again. The Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light, the Golden Light Thunderbolt Escape, and all the magic spells mastered by Yu Zecheng were integrated into this swordsmanship. The real way of nature, one sword breaks all laws and destroys all enemies in the world.

After killing these eight Yuanying Zhenjun, Yu Zecheng began to chase and kill the escaping enemies everywhere, not letting any of them go. In the end, only the Yuanying Zhenjun who made a decisive decision at the beginning fled back to the mountain gate, and the other ten thousand people were all killed.

Drawing the sword and looking around, there was no enemy to fight anymore. The wilderness was desolate, and no one stood up.