It's impossible to run away, even in this life!

The gates of the Styx are everywhere, directly pulling Hua Xingchen into the Styx.

With one hand freed, Jiang Du looked at the guillotine and punched the side of the guillotine.

"Boom!"

The deafening sound sounded, making people's scalp numb.

The guillotine was knocked away by Jiang Du's punch.

And Jiang Du put the star whip on his fist in circles, like a glove, and struck the golden scissors again.

"Bang!"

The scissors were knocked away by Jiang Du's incredible punch.

Now, only Xuanyuan Kui, who flew over and thought of killing Jiang Du with a sword, was left.

Jiang Du smiled at him.

Xuanyuan Kui was extremely panicked.

"Ji Shen, Gou Yue!"

Jiang Du roared.

A series of chaotic lights struck Xuanyuan Kui's soul, and when Xuanyuan Kui reacted.

No, to be precise, there is no need for him to react, and there is no chance for him to react.

Xuanyuan Kui dies again!

A series of deaths completely destroyed all the confidence of these saints.

Even if he invited five imperial weapons, Jiang Du still killed three high-level saints who owned the imperial weapons.

Does anyone else have any hope of survival?

This is a completely pointless struggle.

"I am willing to surrender, don't kill me, I am willing to surrender!"

A saint finally couldn't control the fear in his heart and said hurriedly.

This sentence seemed to be a domino effect, and the other remaining saints hurriedly yelled and surrendered, including the high-level saints.

There were only two high-level saints with imperial weapons left. They looked at each other and naturally understood that the situation was over.

However, the two of them did not surrender. Instead, they turned into two streams of light and fled crazily into the distance.

Jiang Du did not chase, but looked at the remaining surrendering saints.

"Do you know to surrender now?"

Jiang Du said with a smile.

However, his face was covered in blood, even if he was smiling, it became extremely ferocious in the eyes of these saints.

"Fellow Taoist, we are the ones who have no eyes to see Mount Tai and don't know about your Taoist's ability to reach the sky. We only woke up in time now. Please consider that we are all Chinese people and let us have a way out." A saint

The reporter said with a bitter look on his face.

Thirty saints, including nine high-level saints and five imperial weapons, surrounded and killed a young saint, and the result was the current situation.

Deathly Hallows reached a staggering twenty.

And escaping the two saints meant that there were only eight saints at the scene.

Jiang Du looked at these eight people with a cold look in his eyes.

"Now that I think about it, we are all from China. When the Abyss Realm invades, you just sit back and watch one by one. Isn't it very comfortable?" Jiang Du said coldly.

The eight saints were silent for a while.

Indeed, when Yuanjie invaded China before, they did not take action. Instead, they thought that it would be comfortable if all the strong men of China died.

When the time comes, many sects will divide and devour the entire country of China, wouldn’t it be a pleasure?

Who would have known that there would be such a terrifying demon in the country of China? Killing saints is really like killing a chicken. So many saints can't do anything to him.

Even five pieces…

Forget it, let's not talk about it. Since we have failed, we can only bear the consequences of failure. It is better to stay alive than to die.

Jiang Du looked at these eight people and already made a decision in his heart.

"Since you have failed, you will have to bear the price of failure. 80% of your sect's resources will be handed over to China. In addition, now we have made an oath to heaven. If China encounters an enemy, it must hold back a saint.

Otherwise, both body and soul will be destroyed, and you will never be reincarnated forever." Jiang Du said calmly.

"What?" The expressions of the eight people changed drastically.

Before, there was still a chance to move out of China, but now the option of moving out of China has been lost. It will cost 80% of the resources and have to defend China against a saint.

Doesn't that mean we have to fight against Yuanjie?

"What? You don't agree?" Jiang Du raised his eyebrows and said, holding the Zhenyuan Sword on his shoulder.

eight people...

After a while, eight thunders sounded from the void one after another, and the oath of heaven was established.

Now, the whole world is quiet.

The battle of the saints is over?

Now around Huashan, the blood has thickened into a river, and then evaporated gently.

The extraordinarily rich and pure energy continues to permeate the air, benefiting countless creatures around Mount Hua.

"One person fought against thirty saints and won like this!"

"Twenty-one dead!"

"The saint of China is so terrifying?"

"My scalp feels numb now. That smell, that smell makes me crazy. I feel like it's that kid's breath!"

"That's Jiang Du! Jiang Du has become the most powerful saint. He has killed so many saints by himself. He can be called the first person under the emperor."

"Jiang Du...is the little guy who participated in the World Youth Warrior Competition more than a year ago? He grew up to be the number one person under the Emperor in one year?"

"To be precise, Jiang Du has only been practicing for about three years in total!"

"This Jiang Du definitely has a big secret. If we can get this secret, I am afraid that becoming an emperor will not be far away."

"Well, good idea, now do you want to catch Jiang Du and ask..."

…

The awakened saints across the earth were stunned.

One person defeats thirty saints. What kind of grand event is this?

However, the saints outside of China were shocked. In fact, Jiang Du's strength had little to do with them.

The ones who are really panicking are the sectarian forces in China!

Some of their saints have fallen.

Some of them, although their saints did not die, were still trembling, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Du's strength exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Hahaha, it's so good, so good, what a good boy, he is indeed the number one genius in our country. No, now he can be said to be the most powerful person in our country." The second elder gave a hearty smile and used the palm of his hand.

He patted Jiang Du's shoulder gently and said.

"Hahaha, Second Elder, can I now be said to be a qualified socialist successor?" Jiang Du also felt inspired, extremely satisfied that he had defeated so many saints.

It seems that if I find a chance, I still have to play two games with the Emperor to test my feelings.

After Jiang Du had a big battle with Feng Zixiu, his cultivation had increased a bit, and he had now reached the sixth level of a saint, or was one step away from reaching the seventh level of a saint.

"Qualified means not only qualified, but also an excellent socialist successor!" the second elder said with great solemnity.

Jiang Du couldn't help feeling pleased. Although everyone said that he was the successor of socialism, he was personally recognized by the second elder, which was equivalent to recognition by the country.

This made Jiang Du, an eighteen-year-old boy, feel extremely proud.

It would be better if a certificate of merit could be issued.

Then Jiang Du took out the list and asked the second elder to identify who he had just killed.

Then the names of the sects were drawn out one by one, and Jiang Du finally understood who the saints he had killed were, who the sects were that surrendered, who did not surrender, etc.

Jiang Du nodded.

"Second Elder, you take people to their sect, and the god-level strong men make them swear an oath of heaven, and directly ask them to kill a god-level strong man when the abyss world invades. The saint resisted one, and actually charged

Eighty percent of the cultivation resources." Jiang Du said to the second elder.

He was referring to the sect that had lost its saint.
To be continued...