Looking at the monks in black who were rushing up together, Zhou Shu's face gradually became colder.

The sword light flashed, the Eye of Guixu was completely opened, and a magnificent Yuan power attack wave rushed out.

Bang!

The two monks who were ahead were immediately penetrated and instantly turned into a pile of meat paste.

The Yuanli pillar did not weaken, and went straight to Tan Zhendao.

Wherever you pass, monks in black have no chance of defense. Those who see the opportunity can avoid it even if they are quick. At most, those who have broken their limbs and arms will fall to death.

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 his soul suddenly appeared on his head. He held out a small black shield and retreated rapidly.

With a loud bang, the small shield was pushed away directly, and the Yuanli pillar also decayed a lot. It changed direction and continued to rush forward, rushing to the island and rushing into the sea water before completely stopping.

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

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

With just one moment, Paradise Island was destroyed and it was a mess, and the Paradise became a garbage dump.

Tan Zhendao glanced at him and his face became even more fierce, while Zhou Shu looked indifferent and didn't care.

The Yuanli rushed out was not a random collision without a target, but the ones that were most affected by Zhou Shu’s control were the flower halls and several largest flower buildings, all of which were hidden in the dirt.

Zhou Shu did not stop, and the Naxu Ring opened, and a series of puppets flew out.

There are more than a hundred puppets, each with strength above the Golden Pill Realm.

Puppets are different from humans. They are flesh and blood, and they will be afraid and lose their fighting spirit. Once the realm is different, it will be difficult for cultivators to win more than one. For example, even a hundred golden elixirs may not be an opponent in the Nascent Soul realm. After all, the difference between Yuan power and spiritual power is too big. But something like puppets that are not afraid of fighting or pain are different. Even cultivators cannot easily defeat a golden elixir-level Vajra puppet. If they cannot be defeated for a while, then the advantage of the number of Vajra puppets will easily become a victory, and they can win less with more.

I was unable to use it in the hall before, but now I have no such concerns on the island.

The five tail-breaking beasts were the main ones, and the other puppets were auxiliary ones, and they were all besieged towards Tan Zhendao.

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

He shouted, "Don't worry about the puppets, all go to attack the monk. He is the same as you, and he will definitely not be able to use the vortex before now!"

The monks in black dared not be negligent, so they cleaned up 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 monks guarding the flower hall, or the owner of the landlord, etc. They also know that once there is something wrong with Paradise Island, their business will not be able to continue. At that time, where can we find a better place to make money?

Cutting off people's wealth is like giving people a dead end. Zhou Shu, who wants to destroy the island, is even more mortal enemy in their eyes and hates it extremely.

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

"Everyone come together and kill him!"

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

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

Soon, two battlefields were formed.

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

Many onlookers next to him shook their heads when they saw this situation. They could hardly know that Zhou Shu would definitely lose.

There were hundreds of cultivators who were in the Nascent Soul Realm with him, many of them were in the Out-of-body stage or even the Distracting Stage. Although Tan Zhendao was fighting lively, how long can the puppets last? Moreover, those puppets were controlled by Zhou Shu. Once Zhou Shu relaxed a little, the puppets would be finished.

For other Nascent Soul cultivators, this may be used for all reasons, but unfortunately it was Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu looked calm, and a faint green light emitted from his body, wandering among the many monks, like walking in the garden.

He chose to ignore almost all attacks, allowing magic power and even magic weapons to hit him, without caring about it at all. The sword in his right hand and the thunder in his left hand would take away a life every time it fell.

He will never show mercy when facing these people.

However, in a few dozen breaths, someone was frightened and his body trembled, and he shrank and did not dare to move forward again.

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

"Yes, the sword light emitted by the soul's body just now was even cut through the sky, but nothing happened to him?"

"Is he a monk?"

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

"Is it because my attack power is not enough? Is that true?"

"Compared with him, I am not a monk at all. What's the situation? The magic tricks that have come out of my body have not even been knocked out?"

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

This emotion is contagious. Soon, most monks gradually lost their fighting spirit, and the siege turned into Sanda. Even if they took action, they were weak and wanted to keep their strength to escape. Most monks in black were no exception.

They would not know that Zhou Shu has fully utilized the Qingming Realm of the Qingming Vessel. With the Jambu Sutra in the Tree Vessel Realm and the Wood Armor, Zhou Shu is not something that can be impressed by the Nascent Soul Realm monks, unless there are top-quality magic weapons or extremely special strange fire and magic tricks among these monks, but it seems that there is no one.

It's just a group of pirates. Whether it's magic weapons, magic tricks, etc., it's impossible to compare with the cultivators of the sect.

Zhou Shu was still calm, the thunder of Yin and Yang and Li Shuang sword could not stop falling, harvesting life.

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

There were wailing everywhere, blood mist flying in the sky, Zhou Shu walked back and forth, cold as ice, and did not let go of every passing monk.

After a while, almost no monk dared to take action. Seeing Zhou Shu who was like a god of killing, they were trembling and almost knelt down. They had completely lost their fighting spirit and could not continue fighting.

"Give me... life!"

A monk in black no longer cared about his duties, and did not care about his affairs, Tan Zhendao was on the side, and knelt down and begged loudly.

Once a man did this, the rest of the people followed him. In just a blink of an eye, a group of monks fell down.

Zhou Shu's expression was calm, almost the same as he thought. Compared with external conditions such as magic weapons and magic tricks, these pirates were even worse inside. They had no fighting spirit or fighting spirit, and they fell down with one blow, just a group of mobs.

Almost all the onlookers around were stunned, staring at Zhou Shu, unable to speak at all.
Chapter completed!