The golden ripples of "roaring" are like the furious waves swept by the wind in the abyss, layer upon layer, spreading in all directions. It was a beastly roar that shook the heavens and the earth, rippling endlessly.

"Young man of the Ye clan, I would like to advise you, this is the territory of my cold night, not the southern country, please quickly hand over the true liquid of enlightenment that you have mastered, so as not to hurt the harmony of the two countries. ”

"That is, I will advise you to hand over all your enlightenment true liquid, and maybe I can save your life. ”

A young man, his body shrouded in golden armor, he drove a silver chariot, holding a golden halberd, countless golden runes shone with brilliant streamers, evolving into the appearance of fierce beasts, guarding his body.

It was a sinister pattern, which was evolved by this golden-armored young man at this moment, as if it was reincarnated, releasing endless ferocity and shocking all living beings in the world here.

It was the followers behind the young man who spoke. They are extremely snobbish, they think they have hugged the thickest thighs of the Cold Night Empire, and when they speak, they are much more arrogant than their masters.

"It's a good Northern Hell, but your dog is much more stupid than you. ”

Countless pale cyan Xuangang, shaped like flowing clouds, surrounded the body of the young man in Tsing Yi, exuding a brilliant divine light, protecting the safety of the young man in Tsing Yi and resisting the impact of all the golden waves.

"Lord, I will ask for battle and kill this son. Someone spoke, with a look of rebelliousness, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

The golden-armored young man's face was calm, and he didn't react, but his followers knew that it was a tacit approval.

"Kill, kill this son!"

"That is, to kill him and prove to the Lord that we are strong. ”

A group of monks shouted, sacrificed magic weapons, cast spells, and rushed towards the young man in Tsing Yi opposite the young man in golden armor, all of them looked like they wanted to devour each other alive.

However, in the next moment, countless Xuangang were as lively as clouds fluttering, and the flow wiped out countless magic runes that were attacking beyond him, and also blocked the footsteps of a group of monks, intercepting them.

"Burn. The young man in Tsing Yi waved his hand and gently brushed his sleeves at the monks, and countless flowing clouds and Xuangang evolved, turning into wisps of pale cyan clouds, enveloping them.

Suddenly, with a scream and wail, those followers were horrified to find themselves haunted by a strange wave of green flames, which was terrifying and easily ignited their flesh,