There was no need to kill everyone, and when the dozen or so monks in the lead died casually, the monks who followed the crowd retreated themselves.

In their eyes, Montaigne is the living Hades who holds the soul hook pen in his hand and turns over the book of life and death.

A casual snap of a finger can take a large number of lives.

This blow completely broke the monks' fighting spirit, and they scattered in a hurry and flew far away.

Montaigne sneered and said to the few people who were trembling behind him:

"Go around by yourself, write down what you like first, and I'll help you get it when I'm done."

Liang Xin's frightened hearts finally fell, and their heads nodded like chickens eating rice.

Looking up at the main hall in front of him, Montaigne walked in with his clothes fully dressed.

The remnants of the Southern Realm just now......

Chapter 190 of "Peerless Little Immortal Nong, Seven Gourd Babies Planted at the Beginning" I finally understand It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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