Bright Era

With such a noble status, he is naturally qualified to dominate the lives of these beautiful women! If he wants them to live, they can live. If he wants these women to die, they must die. Mu Wei is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He naturally wants to enjoy her panicked, painful and tearful expression, so he has made up his mind to execute Lin Qi and Hu Xinzhuling in front of Mu Wei. Yes.

There was a cry of pain, and the left index finger of the white-clothed youth who did not put Hu Xinzhu in his eyes was cut off by the root, and the dark golden blood spurted out all the way, and the heavy blood drop like mercury fell on the ground, and the mountain was about to penetrate A bottomless hole was created. The wind knife continued to cut the neck of the white-clothed young man. The white-clothed young man turned pale in fright, and he let out a sharp cry in panic.

Two black shadows suddenly emerged from behind the white-clothed youth. They grabbed the white-clothed youth's shoulders and violently pulled his body back. Feng Blade almost wiped this guy's carotid artery and swept over. Sensen's cold air brought out a very thin blood mark on his neck. A suffocating death crisis made this defiant white-clothed young man shocked. I got a ball and almost peeed my pants.

"They, they want to kill me!" The white-clothed youth screamed hysterically: "They want to kill me! They dare to assassinate me! They must be spies of the church, they must be heretics of the Azerite clan! Capture all of them alive, all the men will be put to death on the spot, all those women, all, bring me back to the Temple of Heaven for me to play around!"

Lin Qi looked at this hapless guy with pity, that's right, Lin Qi and the others are spies of the church, and they belong to the Azhul protoss. . . Uh, is Lin Qi still a heretic now? After all, he has an identity but a high-ranking **** inherited from the Temple of War! Can he be considered a heretic?

Mu Wei glanced at the white-clothed young man in disgust, and shouted indifferently: "Idiot, disgusting guy! Originally, I just wanted to find Mudra's fallen place quietly. It's you who are looking for death, so you can't blame me Now! Adela, kill them, imprison their souls, and bring them back to the holy mountain to be tortured slowly by the temple of punishment."

Before Mu Wei's words were finished, the white-clothed youth who had just escaped from the dead screamed in excitement: "Have you heard? Did you hear? They admitted that they were indeed spies in the church! Catch them and tortured them. Torture, I want to know their conspiracy!"

The white-clothed youth was trembling with excitement: "What did I say? What did I say? I said, they are spies, they really are spies! Who said I came to Kuquanyi just to find women? I'm here, yes In order to patrol Western Xinjiang and prevent church people from sneaking into the Blood Qin Empire! I did it, I did it!

Adela and more than a dozen female war gods have already taken off their cloaks, revealing their bodies wearing tight inner armor, which fully highlights the perfect lines. The white-clothed youth greedily looked at the tall, vigorous and perfect bodies of these female war gods who couldn't find any faults. The corners of his mouth flashed with water, and a trace of saliva hung from the corners of his mouth.

"Really, it's so beautiful! I must get them, me, me..." The body of the white-clothed young man trembled violently, he gasped hard, and screamed hoarsely: "Get me off. Come out and catch them! Be careful, don't hurt these beauties, whoever dares to hurt their hair, I promise to destroy their entire family!"

Hundreds of people wearing black robes, holding iron rods, and cloaks belonging to the Tianmiao rushed from a distance. Each of these temples is tall, expressionless, and densely embroidered with countless scriptures and runes on the golden scalp. These hundreds of Tianmiao belonged to all the most devout believers in Tianmiao, and the aura they exude made Lin Qi even more disillusioned!

The leading three fanatics, the power in their bodies is like a small sun, suffocating suffocating heat with ferociousness, and they outrageously have reached the peak strength of the middle god. And the other hundreds of fanatics are all at the pinnacle of the lower gods! Being able to carry so many god-level guards with him, what is the identity of this lusty white-clothed youth in the Temple of Heaven?

Rubbing his temples lightly, Lin Qi felt a pain in his head. He glanced at Mu Wei helplessly and shook his head slightly: "Respected Master Mu Wei, it seems that we can't keep a low profile this time. This respected gentleman has taken a fancy to you and your maid, It looks like we can only fight one game!"

Hundreds of peak low-level gods and three peak mid-level gods, coupled with the Tianmiao belongs to the best at using various combined attack formations to increase combat effectiveness, the combined strength of these people can definitely easily resist two or three ordinary high-level gods. And once the battle of the upper **** level breaks out, the violent divine power fluctuation can almost spread throughout the world, and all the gods will be aware of the movement here.

Mu Wei turned blue with anger, she stared at the triumphant young man in white, and sternly said, "Who are you?"

The white-clothed young man raised his head proudly. He put his hands on his back and used his sleeve to block his index finger which was severed by Hu Xinzhu. He sneered proudly and arrogantly: "Who am I? Maybe you don't know who I am, but my You must know your father's name! My father is the most lofty eight-faced **** Wang Yantong among the gods of the Tianmiao."

Mu Wei's face became extremely serious. She took a deep look at the white-clothed youth and said faintly: "The Spirit God Clan inherited the position of patriarch in the late stage of the Primordial God War. Is that your father? Really? It’s strange that the descendants of the spirits and gods who reproduced on their own are born in strange shapes, and you are different from them."

The young man in white squinted his eyes, and his peach-colored gaze kept sweeping Mu Wei's chest. He smiled fascinatingly: "My mother is the most pious saint in the temple. She is among all female believers in the history of the temple. The most pious, strongest, and best-blooded person, so my father gave birth to me with her ontology!"

Lin Qi glanced at the rocks on the ground that were pierced by the blood of the white-clothed youth. Every drop of the dark golden blood weighed as much as a mountain. Although the white-clothed youth was of poor character and did not seem to have any combat experience, he was obviously just one. A young boy who has been spoiled since childhood. But his strength is really not weak, he at least has the strength of upper and lower gods!

The reason why he was hit hard by Hu Xinzhu was because his combat experience was so scarce. He probably had never done anything with anyone before! So he was so stupid that he used his fingers to hold Hu Xinzhu's wind knife. It was obvious that it was a wind knife that had all elements of wind condensed into a real wind knife, and he used his fingers to hit it with his own fingers.

Hundreds of Tianmiao fanatics rushed over here quickly, and soon they came to a place a hundred meters away. Then the Tianmiao fanatics on the left and right quickly dispersed, and soon became a huge array of Tianmiao full of fierce aura and faint mist.

"Surrender!" The white-clothed youth greedily looked at Mu Wei's ruddy, delicate and flawless mouth. He smiled'hehe', just as a hungry wolf smiled softly at a white rabbit: "I Tired of those respectful female believers, it was so easy for my father to agree to let me leave the temple and come to the Blood Qin Empire."

With a click of his mouth, the white-clothed youth reached out and touched Mu Wei's chest: "I came to Kuquanyi. I heard that countless beautiful foreign girls have been brought here for auction recently. I came to spoil them! We are really predestined, dear little beauty, we are really predestined, I..."

The two black priests behind the white-clothed youth squinted and smiled. They couldn't see Lin Qi and their strength, because each of them was much better than them. So they let the white-clothed youth humiliate Mu Wei. This is the hobby of their little masters. As personal guards, there is no need for them to shame, right?

Even the eyes of the two black priests flashed with obscene and obscene gazes. They did not dare to move their minds to Mu Wei, but their gazes were constantly sweeping over the dozen or so goddesses in melee armor. Sweep away. Perhaps, they can also share some benefits from their little master?

"Grab them, then, let them shut up!" Mu Wei snorted coldly, and a suffocating terrifying power roared out, and immediately all the legs of all Tianmiao including the white-clothed youth knelt down. On the ground. Facing the power of the main **** level, even if the subordinates of these heavenly temples are strong and faithful, it is like a huge boulder suppressing a tenacious ant, they still have to kneel and crawl.

Lin Qi's figure flashed, he clasped the white-clothed youth's neck, and slapped his shoulder blades with two slaps. The young man in white screamed in pain. He hissed and screamed, "My father is Nightmare, the king of eight-faced gods with the highest status among the gods of the great temple! You can't do this to me, my father is Nightmare! Woman, kneel down and beg me, I can forgive your sins!"

Mu Wei tilted her head and laughed coldly: "Nanyan? I am Mu Wei, the lord of the **** of war of the Azhul Protoss. If I kill you, would Mr. Azha directly attack him for your stupid son? Are the protoss at war? Stupid things, you broke my big business!"

Mu Wei's divine power was released, it was really the overwhelming divine power spreading out in all directions like a tide. The speed of the divine power spreads so fast, it is almost several times faster than the speed of light. In the blink of an eye, thousands of tyrannical wills have broken through the sky from the direction of the temple, a gloomy murderous, with the aura of a strong evil spirit. His will growled frantically: "Mu Wei, let go of my son!"

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