However.

The messengers did not seem to accept their surrender.

"I just know how to surrender now? It's too late! If you ants like you don't cherish the gifts given by our Lord, there will be no second chance! Now, you can die!"

The messenger said lightly, his palms moved lightly.

In an instant, the sharp sword hanging above everyone's heads immediately flashed with a cold light, and then they fell down in one stroke, stabbing at each person's sky spirit cover.

"No!!"

"I don't want to die!"

The miserable screams resounded through the sky.

The agent abbot was desperate.

Countless people were desperate.

No one expected that he would die like this.

The messenger smiled and looked at it, his eyes full of fun.

This is not the first time he has carried out a killing like this.

But...just as the sword was about to fall on the heads of these people...

Wow!

A strange breeze blew by.

All the falling swords were frozen...

"What?"

The messenger's face was stunned and he looked up suddenly.

But I saw that my sharp swords were wrapped in rich time magic.

This time magic is extremely exquisite and cannot be imagined by ordinary people.

"Who!"

The messenger shouted loudly.

He didn't believe that anyone among the people in Shanglong Temple could have such a means.

But he saw a figure stepping into the air and walking towards him.
Chapter completed!