Chapter 818 The rhythm of courting death

"Hahaha, look at these idiots, will it affect the IQ of the labor and management after being with you? It's about this time, instead of telling me to treat you lightly, I call Master Ninth instead, hahaha, is Master Ninth a god? Yes If so, Laozi is the Devil Emperor!" The judge deacon tore off the girl's clothes, revealing the pink apron inside, and immediately his eyes turned red, and he leaned over and threw himself at the girl.

A little cold fell on his neck, not only he felt this way, more than twenty judges also felt a little cold on his neck, a bit like the tip of a sword, with a sharp feeling, no one dared to look up , the air was stagnant at this moment, there was not even a trace of wind in this mountain area, the insects under the ground no longer chirped, and the birds stopped on the branches without daring to make a sound.

  It's so weird, it's so weird that people can't help but hold their breath.

  The trial deacon tilted his head slightly, searching around out of the corner of his eyes, his hand was still tightly grasping a corner of the girl's shirt, his hand trembling so much that he couldn't even hold the shirt, he wanted to throw it but didn't dare to throw it.

   "I don't know if this young master is a god, but if you dare to compare a beast with a devil emperor, you are looking for death!"

A clear voice sounded above everyone's heads. Hearing this voice, it seemed that the taboo had been broken. Everyone suddenly looked up, and saw the net made of soft swords wrapped in sky blue. The silver and sky blue complemented each other. A dazzling luxury that instantly shocks people. On the sword net, a young man in black was leaning on top, with one hand propping his head, a silver mask covering most of her face, long black hair hanging down, purple silk sash gently shaking, her pair of In the black eyes, there seemed to be flames jumping and burning, which could burn people's souls.

She only glanced at these people lightly, and then cast her eyes on the ground not far away. Five bewitching and beautiful men were treating the ground. The men of the Nangong family who had been killed by the Temple of Judgment heard only the boy in black asking. , "How many can live?"

The leading man in a blood-red blouse raised his head and looked towards the young man. A cold light flashed in his blood-red pupils, "There are seventeen people in total. These idiots are not very agile, and they can live to eleven , are all with the strength of great spiritual masters."

"That's good!" The young man turned his eyes back and landed on the judge deacon, who was already kneeling on the ground, trembling all over his body, with his hands firmly on the ground, and the sweat on his forehead fell on the ground like raindrops , I only heard the young man sneer, "God's spokesperson, hahaha, what a joke, what kind of shit/fart god? If you didn't do such a nasty thing, if you weren't afraid of losing the face of my four major families, you hateful Master, I want to spread the word to the whole continent, and let those people see that the so-called God they kneel down to worship has a virtue that is not as good as a beast!"

"Bei Tinghuang, you bastard, you, why don't you take these swords away quickly, otherwise..." The judge only felt that Bei Tinghuang's eyes swept over him, and there was a layer of mountains on him. Never thought that this young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and his strength has already surpassed him.

   Could it be that she is really a spiritual sect, as the Great Elder and the others said? But so what?

   "Otherwise?" Bei Tinghuang snorted coldly, and said amusedly, "Death is imminent, and you dare to threaten the young master? It turns out that you are the one who doesn't care about life or death!"

  (end of this chapter)