Mitchell was stunned.

To be precise, the strange people under Mount Tai were stunned.

This is?

What are you going to do?

The Yin soldiers’ accession is about to end. What does it mean to take action now?

Do you want to stroke the tiger beards of the old man in the Yellow River?

Pavarotti rushed towards the last team of ghost soldiers who were about to enter Mount Tai.

He could not bear the darkness that raged before his eyes, which was disrespect for God.

The lambs in the world should bathe in the glory of the Lord, and this is what the world should be like.

The cross in Pavarotti's hand began to heat up, and the holy light condensed on it.

At this time, Mitchell had already reported that Pavarotti wanted to purify the Yin soldiers with holy light.

Is he crazy?

Mitchell was a little crazy, he regretted bringing this young man out.

The young man that the presiding judge admired was simply a troublemaker.

The presiding judge is the supreme leader of the inquisition in secret.

The Inquisition was a religious court established by the Dominican Church in 1231 AD.

This court is responsible for investigating, judging and adjudicating the Catholic Church considers it to be heresy, and has imprisoned and executed dissidents.

After its establishment, it was the most feared place for everyone.

But it has to be said that after the presiding judge obtained the inheritance of the court, he was the highest combat power of the Lord's shepherd.

If it weren't for the presiding judge, he would never have brought such trouble.

"Pavarotti, come back to me."

Mitchell roared, and everyone on Mount Tarzan looked at him.

On the other side, in the dark night, Pavarotti replied loudly:

"The Lord's servant, no need to be afraid."

He strides forward, searching for the fastest road in the gaps in the crowd.

In the darkness, everyone felt that someone ran past him and shouted the most amazing words of middle school.

"You're crazy!"

"That's really a second!"

Although people in the world have been looking forward to myths, when they inadvertently hear the conversation between strange people in this world, they still subconsciously feel that this is really too second.

"not good!"

The young Taoist priest looked at the Gentile boys in the distance about to attack the ghost soldiers and said in surprise.

The cause of the incident that stormed the world during the Qing Dynasty was that someone attacked storm.

Are you going to repeat the disasters of the past today?

All the strange people who had not left were paying attention to the scene in front of them.

After the old man from Jiuzhou and General Gui fought, is anyone ready to attack the Yin soldiers?

In this case, it would not be a waste of time.

But everyone and Pavarotti are destined to be disappointed.

As the whistling wind blew in Pavarotti's ears, a group of ordinary people passed by him, but just when he was still only ten steps away from the Yin soldiers.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Pavarotti.

He stood there quietly as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

"No matter who you are, this is Kyushu."

A slightly old but still thick voice sounded from the person in front of him, and his words were filled with an unquestionable judgment.

"No one can stop heresy from being judged!"

Pavarotti held the cross that condensed the holy light and swung it out.

The pure white holy light came out freely, but the holy light rushed to the old man and was dispersed by the terrifying blood and blood.

The old man in front of him was so full of blood and blood that he looked like a ferocious beast in the shape of a human, and the terrifying blood and blood almost condensed into substance.

There is no move, just a simple stretch and grab.

The terrifying qi and blood poured directly into Pavarotti's neck, and instantly dispersed all the holy light in his body.

The old man grabbed Pavarotti's neck and lifted it up as if he was catching a turtle in a jar.

One move!

Just one move!

The old man and General Ghost just now didn't feel anything about it, but at this moment, it was really too strong.

And with Pavarotti's shout, countless flashlights also came.

In an instant, it was like a gathering of light on the stage, hitting the ground where the old man was standing before, but the old man had no trace.

"He will leave it to you."

In the distance, the old man who appeared here unknown when he had already thrown the fainting Pavarotti to the monk.

Then he turned around and looked at the end of the Yin soldiers' aisle and said:

"The matter is over, let me go down the mountain!"

The monk took Pavarotti and nodded, saying:

"Okay, senior, by the way, senior, don't you follow me to see the tomb robber family?"

When the young Taoist priest heard this, he turned to the old man of the Yellow River. If the tomb robber family had the help of this, it would be much easier.

"There is no time left. After this battle, the Yellow River is probably going to be lively. I want to go back and have a look."

The old man from Yellow River shook his head and said slowly.

There are many secrets hidden within the Yellow River.

Never stay there.

"Yes, but where is the Yellow River Sky Monument?"

"It's right in the Yellow River. Wherever the Yellow River is, it's where it's."

The old man smiled, and then he walked towards the road down the mountain with steps.

A monk and a Taoist hurriedly followed.

But some people don't want the three of them to leave so happily.

Mitchell and the three people behind him hurriedly chased the old man down the mountain.

"Old sir, my child is still young and has some impulsiveness. Can you let him go?"

Mitchell spoke, and he naturally knew that the old man was a tough guy, but the young man was favored by the presiding judge. If he didn't even fight for it, it would be difficult to go back and explain to the presiding judge.

"If you have any mistakes, you have to teach them. Since you can't teach them well, let him reflect on it here."

The old man in the Yellow River speaks firmly and has no room for maneuver.

"Is there really no room for negotiation?"

Mitchell frowned.

"Yes, you knock the old man down here, take him away, and you can't get over it. I'll let the monk resist a few more."

The old man in the Yellow River smiled and said, in the eyes of the monks in Jiuzhou, he might be a kind senior, but outside of Jiuzhou, he is definitely not a kind old man.

"Senior, why are you always monks? Don't look at the bull's thin nose, but he has a lot of strength."

The monk carried Pavarotti and said with a smile.

In the words, I completely distrust the few people in front of me to succeed.

"Okay, okay, Taoist priest, I'll fight two, don't keep mumbling."

The young Taoist priest waved his hand, as if he felt that the monk had to divide his affairs into a little bit, and he was not righteous at all.

The middle-aged man dressed in a missionary opposite suddenly became darker.

Fight, or not?

To be honest, he had no idea what to do if he fought. Pavarotti was talented and the ruling institute was good at fighting and was only slightly worse than him, but he was captured in front of the old man with one move.
Chapter completed!