The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

As soon as the words fell, the next second, there was no one in front of Su Nanzhi.

Such a big monster just disappeared in front of her eyes.

Sorcery and Taoism are really different.

Such a big monster in this world, just one or two can turn the whole world upside down.

Naturally, Su Nanzhi couldn't sit idly by.

The people in this village should be busy, but her purpose is not to save the people in this village.

What she saved was that beautiful big monster.

The law of heaven does not allow monsters to kill evil, let alone the lives of nearly a hundred people in a village.

No matter what kind of love and hatred, it shouldn't be like this.

She closed her eyes, and in the next second, she disappeared by the river bank.

The whole village has become a mess.

Those infant ghosts that appeared in front of everyone's eyes, they knew what was going on at a glance, and they knew at a glance that these were children thrown into the river by them.

Those children became innocent souls and came to them to claim their lives!

All those who have thrown their children at home are clearly aware that they probably won't survive tonight.

Someone knelt down and begged for mercy, crying with snot and tears.

Some people fled everywhere, thinking that hiding in a hidden place would be all right.

As a result, in the next second, a gloomy laughter sounded from behind, and he was frightened out of his wits.

There are little ghosts jumping up and down on the roads all over the village.

They were clever, knowing that they couldn't move the people in this village, so they destroyed things everywhere, frightened people everywhere, and made people scream.

But when Yu Wusheng appeared, he was the one who was truly lethal.

In an instant, the house collapsed and fell.

Everyone looked up and saw a cloud of purple mist descending from the sky.

Then a person who looked like a man, a woman, a man and a ghost stepped out of the purple mist.

That face was too beautiful to be human.

But a killing intent appeared on his face.

He hates everyone in this village.

Love and hatred, I don't know how many centuries and generations have passed, but hatred always fills his heart.

A village like this doesn't deserve to exist.

Everyone here deserves to be damned.

His killing intent attracted sky thunder, and the sky thunder billowed above his head.

It can be said that as long as he dares to slaughter the village, he will die tonight.

After working hard for thousands of years, he transformed into a human form, and fell asleep for nearly a hundred years after encountering setbacks. Now the first thing he does when he wakes up is to seek death.

Su Nanzhi felt that the irrational demon was really difficult to deal with.

If it was her, there would be many ways to make the people in this village live or die.

Even if there is any deep hatred, there is no need to catch up with my practice of the previous year.

Where are these people worthy?

So Su Nanzhi appeared in front of Yu Wusheng before the thunder came down.

"Sister Yu," Su Nanzhi yelled, "Did you see it? If you dare to make a move, the thunder above your head will not let you go."

She still didn't know whether it was a man or a woman in front of her.

"What you have experienced before is in the past, and the person is no longer there."

"It's gone..." Yu Wusheng murmured, and then he laughed, madly, "One sentence is gone, is that all?"

Can all kinds of things he encountered in the past be resolved with the sentence of "absence"?

This sentence was like a fuse. Behind Yu Wusheng, the water of that river rose up, and water guns stood up from all directions, higher than people, higher than houses, and even connected to the sky.

At the same time, all the villagers could feel that the scythe of death hung high above their heads.

Such a vision occurred in a village far away from human habitation, so it is not eye-catching.