Noble Husband At the Door

In fact, the target of Samuel was not the guys in the remaining seven pillars.

Of course, he would break the Eight Trigrams Buddha's Voice Formation of this group of demonic monks first, because after a long time, when the other side found something strange, they might find a solution in an instant. Since he could make himself suddenly demonized, of course, he would allow others to have regular Buddhist doctrines. If someone else turned around, it would be a big trouble for Samuel.

Therefore, Samuel must destroy them first.

Now that the formation had been broken, and the biggest hidden danger had been eliminated, it was good to keep them. At least in the case of not changing the formation, the Buddhism of these guys could still help Samuel maintain a part of his rationality in the process of demonization. Of course, the most important reason to attack them was to draw other people together.

In this way, Samuel could avoid them from being separated and hiding more quickly without any worries.

As expected, this group of people was fooled. They thought that these things were the biggest threat to Samuel, so they rushed over to support.

This was very good!

As soon as Samuel finished his words, he did not hesitate to explore the way and bombard the place. Then, Burning Ji ignited his Power of Fire and exploded.

Suddenly, it seemed that Heavenly Fire came to the world. Everyone only felt a sea of red fire in front of them.

"Brothers, Samuel has avenged you. Today, I want them to pay with blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel's Yin-Yang Qi spread out. He pulled out his jade sword and rushed down to kill a group of soldiers.

For a moment, the saber radiance and sword shadows exploded, and Samuel danced wildly in the blood rain.

What accompanied him was not music, but a group of crazy screams, broken limbs, and explosions.

Countless people followed, but countless people also fell down in front of Samuel. Many of them even died without seeing the figure of Samuel.

Too fierce, too fierce.

The real God of Massacre descended and slaughtered the world.

Fu Tian, who was kneeling on the ground, felt goosebumps in his heart. Even though he could not move his whole body, his beating heart was still driving his brain desperately, telling him to escape quickly and leave the real Asura Realm.

Even though there were at least dozens of meters between them, the blood of the dead soldiers still converged into a stream and slowly seeped into Fu Tian's feet.

At the same time, he felt the fear of death, just like how he had felt when he had slaughtered others.

The two were the same. They felt the same amount.

Zhu Yanshuo also took several steps back in a daze, full of fear and disbelief.

As a city lord, he had been fighting from the south to the north for many years in order to expand his strength. Therefore, he had seen more life and death situations than anyone else.

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But at this moment, he was completely stunned because the scene in front of him was too shocking and horrible. "This... this brat..."

The executives were speechless. They had never seen such a real and bloody face.

In other words, this was the first time they had seen it, and they never wanted to see it again.

Blood sprayed like mist, and broken limbs fell like rain. They were dyed red in the misty sky.

Soldiers fell, fell, and kept falling.

Those elite soldiers were like straw!

They were knocked back, shattered, and even blasted into pieces.

The usually powerful masters were like big watermelons, and they were smashed to the ground.

Not to mention these people, even some top-level experts, who were well-known under Zhu Yanshuo's tent, were like children playing games in front of Samuel. In just a few moments, they flew out and the next magic art devoured them, and they were gone.

This scene was truly terrifying.

"I'm angry for your beauty and brother."

Ming Yu slowly opened her mouth. There was a hint of understanding and envy in her faint voice.

"Samuel is really terrifying!"

"Anyone who makes enemies with him will, in fact, encounter a challenge from fate in his life."

"How many people can defeat fate?" Ming Yu

bitterly and looked

at Ye Shijun. "What do you think, Young

Master Ye?"

Ye Shijun was speechless and did not know how to answer.

"Let's withdraw," Ming Yu said flatly.

"Withdraw?" Hearing this, Ye Shijun's eyes widened.