Mitchell froze.

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

This is?

What are you going to do?

The Yin Soldier's borrowing is coming to an end, what does it mean to make a move now?

Brush the tiger whiskers of the old man of the Yellow River?

Pavarotti strode towards the last group of Yin soldiers who were about to enter Tarzan.

He couldn't bear the darkness raging before his eyes like this, which was disrespectful to God.

The Lambs of the world should be bathed in the glory of the Lord, and this is what the world should be.

The cross in Pavarotti's hand began to burn, and the light condensed on the cross.

At this time, Mitchell had already reflected, and Pavarotti wanted to use the holy light to purify the Yin soldiers.

Is he crazy?

Mitchell was a little crazy, and he kind of regretted that he had brought this young man out.

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

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

The Inquisition was established by the Dominicans in 1231 A.D. at the behest of Pope Gregory IX of the Catholic Church.

This court was the court responsible for investigating, triing, and adjudicating heresy in the Catholic Church, and 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 received the inheritance of the Inquisition, he is the highest fighting power of the current shepherd of the Lord.

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

"Pavarotti, you come back for me. ”

Mitchell roared, and everyone on Tarzan looked at him.

On the other side, in the darkness of the night, Pavarotti replied in a loud voice:

"Servants of the Lord, need not be afraid. ”

He strode away, searching the gaps in the crowd for the quickest way.

In the darkness, everyone only felt that someone was running past them, and they were shouting the terrible words of the second middle school.

"Neurotic!"

"Shinji!"

Although the world has been looking forward to mythology, when they inadvertently hear the conversation of the strange people in this world, they still subconsciously feel that this is really too two.

"Not good!"

The young Taoist priest looked at the foreign boy in the distance who was about to attack the Yin soldier and exclaimed.

During the Qing Dynasty, Yin Cha was rampant in the world, and the cause of the incident was that someone attacked Yin Cha.

Is it going to be a repeat of the evils of the past today?

All the strange people who did not leave paid attention to the scene in front of them.

After the old man in Kyushu and the ghost general made a move, is anyone ready to make a move against the Yin soldiers?

In this way, it will not be in vain.

But the crowd and Pavarotti were destined to be disappointed.

The wind whirred in Pavarotti's ears, and a crowd of ordinary people passed by him, but just when there was still no more than ten steps between him and the Yin soldiers.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Pavarotti.

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

"Whoever you are a servant, this is Kyushu. ”

A slightly old but still deep voice sounded from the person in front of him, and his words were unquestionably judgmental.

"No one can stop heretics from being judged!"

Pavarotti grasped the cross that contained the light and swung it out.

The pure white holy light came out wantonly, but the holy light rushed in front of the old man and was scattered by the terrifying qi and blood.

The old man in front of him was like a humanoid beast, and the terrifying qi and blood were almost condensed into substance.

There are no moves, just a simple stretch and a grasp.

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

The old man grabbed Pavarotti by the neck as if he were grasping a turtle in an urn and lifted him up.

One move!

Just one move!

Just now, the old man and the ghost general didn't feel anything, but at this moment, it was really too strong.

And with Pavarotti's shout, the light of countless flashlights also hit.

For a moment, it was like a gathering of light on the stage, hitting the ground where the old man had stood before, but the old man was no longer visible.

"And he will be handed over to you. ”

In the distance, the old man who appeared here at an unknown time had already thrown Pavarotti, who had fainted, to the great monk.

Then he turned his head to look at the Yin soldier aisle that had ended, and said:

"It's over, follow me down the mountain!"

The great monk nodded after taking Pavarotti and said:

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

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

"There is no time, after this battle, I am afraid that the Yellow River is going to be lively. I'm going to go back and see. ”

The old man of Huang He shook his head and said slowly.

Within the Yellow River, I don't know how many secrets are hidden.

Let no one stay there.

"Yes, but where is the predecessor Yellow River Heavenly Monument?"

"It's in the Yellow River, where the Yellow River is, it's there. ”

The old man smiled, and then he walked towards the way down the mountain.

A monk hurriedly followed.

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

Mitchell and the three people behind him hurriedly caught up with the old man who was coming down the mountain.

"Sir, my child is still young and a little impulsive, can you let him go?"

Mitchell opened his mouth, he naturally knew that this old man was a ruthless character, but this young man was favored by the presiding judge, and if he didn't even fight for it, it would be difficult to go back and explain to the presiding judge.

"If there is a mistake, you have to teach, since you can't teach well, let him reflect on it here. ”

The old man of the Yellow River spoke categorically, and there was no room for maneuver.

"Is there really no room for negotiation at all?"

Mitchell said with a frown.

"Yes, you put the old man here, you take the people away, you can't fall down, I will let the monk resist a few more and go back. ”

The old man of the Yellow River smiled when he heard this, in the eyes of the Kyushu monks, he may be a kind senior, but outside of Kyushu, he is definitely not a kind old man.

"Senior, why are you always a monk? Don't look at that cow's nose is not thin, but the strength on his body is not small at all. ”

The monk carried Pavarotti and smiled.

Between the words, I didn't believe that the few people in front of me could succeed.

"Okay, good, Taoist priest, I'll just resist two, don't keep muttering. ”

The young Taoist priest waved his hand, as if he felt that the monk had to share a little bit of everything with him, and it was not righteous at all.

The face of the middle-aged man dressed as a missionary on the opposite side instantly became gloomy.

To fight, or not to fight?

If you fight, to be honest, he is not sure at all, Pavarotti himself is talented, and the referee is good at fighting, and his strength is only a little worse than him, but he was captured in front of the old man.

But if you don't fight, how can you explain it in front of the presiding judge?