Wang Kun saw at a glance that the Five Elders were dedicated to protecting Gusu, so he was willing to help Luo Sen slaughter Gusu with blood, making the Five Elders hate him to the core. Finally, in despair, he killed the five great monks to enhance his artistic conception!

"You are transformed gods, why do you bully mere mortals! What crime do mortals have!" The leader of the five elders, the old man in green shirt, asked angrily.

His eyes were blood red, and he was furious. He was born in Gusu, and by chance, he was inspired by a monk to embark on the path of cultivation.

He embarked on the road of construction, killed all the way, and reached the realm of a great monk. However, instead of pursuing a higher realm, he returned to Gusu and lived an ordinary life here.

This is his home, but his home was destroyed, and his descendants were just killed by Luo Sen's sword!

"Give me a reason! Give me a reason to slaughter Gusu with blood!" The old man in green shirt roared, his eyes opened and blood flowed out of anger.

"The reason! The reason is that you are too weak! Weak people have no right to live!"

Wang Kun laughed loudly, Luo Sen kidnapped the beauty and left, but Wang Kun was happy to take over Luo Sen's place and massacre the city!

He landed below and walked among the mortals with his sword.

Every mortal stared dumbly at Wang Kun, who was approaching with a sword. Before today, they had never known that there were immortals in the world.

They never knew that someone could level a city with one sword, or break an island with one sword!

Seeing Wang Kun approaching with a sword and a dark aura, all the mortals were frightened and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Great, Great Immortal, spare your life, spare your life! Ah!"

Facing the man begging for mercy, Wang Kuntong pointed his sword at the owl's head without even looking at him.

He doesn't like those who beg for mercy. Those who beg for mercy are afraid of him and have no resentment... He likes those who swear to death and refuse to obey. The more they refuse to obey, the more he will crush the other person's dignity and make the other party... resentful!

He shuttled through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, with mortals fleeing everywhere. But how fast could a mortal escape? Can he be as fast as the sword light of a monk in the middle stage of becoming a god?

ah!

Mortals died at Wang Kun's feet one after another, but the more he killed, the more unhappy he became. He wanted to find someone who could resent him!
Chapter completed!