"Boom boom boom!"

In the void outside the city of Wanghe, Sanhe County, suddenly roared loudly, just like rolling thunder, rising out of thin air. While resounding between the world, it also made countless refugees who fled outside the city look frightened and panicked.

In the next breath, the vast and extremely turbid river water appeared from the end of the south, and was like a turbid yellow dragon rising into the sky, rushing into the sky in one breath, truly reaching the ground.

"In the south, the river that flows backwards all over the sky is in the south. Could it be that the river in the south also burst into dams?"

For a moment, with the ultimate terrifying shouts, it began with countless refugees outside Wanghe City, and the terrifying eyes of these people reflected a horrifying scene of flooding.

It is no exaggeration to say that once this flood is covered with endless attack, the entire Wanghe City, including all the people who fled Sanhe County outside the city, will be buried in the torrent.

"Damn it, damn it, God just won't give you a way out!"

The flood was in the face of the flood, and the refugees in Sanhe County, whose mentality was on the verge of despair, had their hearts completely destroyed. While crying, they continued to curse:

"God, I'm not willing to give up, I'm not willing to give up!"

Before they finished speaking, the sound of these people crying and snatching the earth stopped because they found that the thunderous waves above their heads had a very different point, and then they made a more sharp scream:

"Look, it's the face. A face actually appeared in the river!"

As soon as the words came out, countless people looked up and saw clearly the huge faces that emerged in the turbid river water above. They were standing there for a moment and could not speak any words.

In an instant, an ancient and heavy pressure hit the top before the river rolled, causing all the refugees on the ground to bend their knees and kneel directly on the muddy ground. Then, no one knew who it was, shouted to the sky:

"It's the ancient immortal who established a temple in the southern part of Sanhe County. The True Lord of Sanhe is really here to save us!"

This lingering shout was undoubtedly the flame of igniting the prairie fire of hope. In an instant, countless people outside Wanghe City saw the scorching and dazzling light from the endless abyss of despair. Then these refugees were about to agree loudly, but they were like ducks pinched their throats, and their voices stopped abruptly.

Because the torrent tornado in front of him did not pause after appearing in the wasteland outside Wanghe City. Instead, he continued to move forward violently. In an instant, he immediately swept the large number of Sanhe County people kneeling on the ground into the void, and then smashed them into powder and turned into blood dance, and they could not die again.

Such a terrifying scene made the refugees watching all this in the back subconsciously tremble like rice sieve, trembling constantly, trying to run back, but found that the entire body seemed to be pressing against infinite weight, unable to move, and could only watch the torrent of the human face capsized down and sweep forward.

The torrent rolled, like an invincible sword, and went forward, countless people were chopped up along the way. After the flesh and blood mixed into the flood, even the turbid river water showed a scarlet color visible to the naked eye.

After a few short breaths, the torrent of harvesting countless lives of living beings directly approached the inconspicuous low mountain on the wasteland outside the city.

After a few moments, this tornado torrent mixed with mud and sand and flesh hovered directly in the void, from movement to stillness, forming an extremely terrifying scene in an instant.

Covering the torrent of the sky, hovering over the void!

At the same time, the human face above the flood became clearer and clearer, then condensed inward, directly condensed into a figure wearing a turbid gray robe.

The figure had a pale face as paper, and at the same time, its head was horned. On top of its body, there were three big rivers of shadows, with a vast aura and a cold look.

Then the figure standing on the surging flood lowered his head slightly and stared at the inconspicuous low mountain in front of him. The sound came out and resounded through the void:

"Listen to the reports of the sects in Wanghe City, a group of distinguished guests appeared in Wusanhe County. I, the True Lord of Sanhe, are here to visit me."

As the Sanhe Zhenjun spoke, countless rivers under him roared, which was extremely shocking. At the same time, the torrents in the void became even more intense, making the pungent scarlet blood even more in the rolling river.

At the same time, inside the short mountain, Sun Jian, who was standing in front, narrowed his eyes and responded directly:

"The Great Xia Anjiang Department is here to do business, Sanhe Zhenjun, avoid it!"

The word "avoidance" that Sun Jian said was sonorous and powerful, with an undeniable majesty, but it made the eyes of Sanhe Zhenjun, who was once an immortal in the Immortal Palace, flashed a strong cold and roaring sound in his eyes:

"Avoid? The great majesty of Daxia, you actually let the true master avoid it. This place is the temple of the true master, and the true master is the master here!"

The roar fell, and the Sanhe Zhenjun suddenly leaned forward, and the torrent of the river under him also pressed down a large part of it. A real hanging river almost formed over the Aishan Mountain.

"Being arrogant and hanging in the sky is considered provocation. Sanhe Zhenjun, you must think clearly, disturb the nobles, and bear the consequences at your own risk. Now it is no longer the Immortal Palace era. Time has changed, and these Sanhe County is no longer your Taoist temple. Do not burn yourself up."

The sound of Sun Jian's resounding through the void became more majestic, and at the same time it contained endless evil intentions. Aside from the carriage on the low mountain, except for the low-eyed eyes and continued to listen to the rouge in the flower-spoken rouge in front of him, the eyes of others appeared in curiosity and eagerness to try.

"What is the true master of Sanhe? To the younger generation who guards, it is simply a first-class military merit for walking."

Behind the low mountain, Zhang Zhu's voice came from Anjiang Si. Then Lao Jin, who was beside him, stared at the top with one eye, shook his head and said:

"Zhang Zhu, don't take it lightly. Every ancient immortal should not be underestimated. What's more, this Sanhe Zhenjun is lucky and his recovery position is just in his own territory. The speed of his strength recovery is completely different from those immortals who are still practicing in a cave at this time."

Lao Jin's words had just fallen, and above the void of the low mountain, the harsh roar from the Sanhe True Lord exploded again:

"Negod, the one I am looking for is this Daxia nobleman. I heard the news before that the soul of the Antarctic Great Lord was imprisoned by the Great Xia and other Great Xia. The biggest goal of our southern immortal system is to use this rain of immortals to revive the Great Lord of Great Lord of Longevity."

After the words came, Sanhe Zhenjun raised his hands outwards, controlling the entire river water beneath him, and began to roll to an unprecedented level, followed by a harsh voice that continued to be delivered:
Chapter completed!