An ordinary person who sits on the throne by relying on the guardian closely, then who will supervise the guardian. Can a Guardian suppress his desires and remain a Guardian all the time?

Countless historical events of mankind seem to have given this answer long ago. No matter what era it is, when the monarch's power is weaker than his own courtiers, then the removal from power can be counted down with his fingers.

An outsider bent on subverting the dynasty. An ordinary man who does nothing and reigns as king. A guardian comparable to the Celestial Venerable, all this is getting more and more interesting.

I smiled, sat in the car, lit a red tower mountain, and leisurely spat out a smoke ring. Since the show is about to begin, why not enjoy it slowly.

The nine masters stood under the city walls, and behind them were a team of thousands of people. These teams are definitely a team with ungodly abilities outside, and the lowest strength of these people is four grades. It's just that in this Montenegrin world, their ability to suppress it. Despite this, they are much stronger than ordinary people with their bodies, plus the spiritual power supply of the holy sword. There is almost no suspense in this battle.

Of course, the premise that there is no suspense is that I didn't take those spirit beads, but unfortunately I took them, these people are full of confidence and still don't seem to understand their situation.

"Yindu Ghost King, I will punish you on behalf of God, and your soul will be handed over to God to wash away your sins!" One of the nine masters, waved the long sword in his hand, and his spiritual power worked, and he directly slashed over.

A silver breath suddenly soared, rushing forward like a cannonball.

"Rush! Kill! ”

"For the honor of God!"

"For the glory of the Lord!"

The missionaries behind him rushed forward with a scream when they saw the order to attack. No one noticed in the chaos, the face of the palm sect who slashed out the sword turned pale in despair, his lips trembled, and he stared at his long sword with sweat on his forehead and muttered: "How it doesn't work, how can the holy sword have no power." ”

In this dark world, no spiritual power means no value, then your own future days! The head coach didn't dare to think about it anymore. To stay is to die, and if you win! As long as he can return to the earth, as long as the bishop can give him holy water, then it will not be difficult to recover the peak.

Instead of rushing forward, Vines shouted the slogan: 'Rush, my brothers, servants of God, the time has come to be faithful to God!' ’

Shouting the slogan, Vines slowly retreated. In the chaotic rush, no one noticed. The cargo was finally back in the car. But I'm gone.

The preachers had rushed to the edge of the wall. And I bypassed these people and used the soul realm to silently wait for an opportunity.

I don't have any hope that the preacher will be victorious, and the only thing to do is to sneak into the imperial city and find the hole where the bears have burrowed.

Now that you have discovered where the people here can get out, it is clear that there must be a secret hidden there. A secret that will get me out of here.

Originally, wanting to go in was not a problem for me at all, but there was always a faint feeling of depression in my heart. It wasn't dangerous, but it made me feel very uncomfortable. It's as if the closer you get to the Imperial City, the greater the pressure, and finally it becomes like a mountain.

I looked up at the Guardian above. Although I don't know the strength of Tianzun, it will never exceed the level of Earth Immortals. I have seen Master and Zhang Guolao shoot. Although it is invincible, it is not so suppressed. The other party didn't even show his face, and he already felt an irresistible oppression.

I slowly backed away, hiding in the distance. It's all so weird.

On the city wall, King Yin Du stood on a high place, his eyes squinting with a flush of excitement on his face.

"People, with our warmest kindness, give to these outsiders!"

At the king's call, under the city walls, a group of people dressed in tatters, armed with weapons of all colors, including iron pots, forks, and even spoons. Of course, there are not a few who have real weapons. The king's guard was a thousand men. Each of these men was dressed in armor and carried a sword. Although the armor was full of rust, the sword was still polished. The occasional red halo indicates that these swords are not as pure as they appear, but a hundred bloody blades that have devoured countless lives.

The missionary was mad, holding the holy sword, and had already rushed to the city wall, followed by a series of off-road vehicles carrying long ladders, directly on the city wall.

"Kill!" As soon as the ladder was placed on the wall, the preacher roared and climbed up the escalator at a rapid pace.

At this time, the king on the city wall was still smiling, as if all this had nothing to do with him. Even his guards, as well as the tattered and tattered subjects, did not look panicked in the slightest.

In this strange scene, an armored car appeared again in the crowd on the preacher's side, rumbling towards the gate.

Seeing the gates of the city being opened was only a matter of moments. The preacher could even see the filthy citizens of Yindu on the city walls, with harmless smiles on their faces.

Bang! Crash!

The armored car crashed into the city gate without any fancy care. The gates were smashed to pieces, and the thin planks turned into debris in an instant.

"Hahaha! A bunch of barbarians! The preacher in the armored car let out a hearty laugh and looked at the people outside the car with disdain.

Whoa! With the sound, the preacher's expression froze instantly. A foul smell suddenly filled the small space in the car. There was even a yellow liquid splashed on his body and face. Sadly, there are still two drops in his mouth.

Vomit! The preacher will know what he has attacked! In particular, the two drops in the mouth still have a salty taste, which doesn't seem to be so unacceptable. This is a strong contrast! It made this pampered preacher turn his stomach completely upside down in an instant.

Welcome! Welcome, warm welcome! The citizens of Yindu in the city almost held flowers to welcome! In the face of the preachers who rushed into the city like wolves, these seemingly lethal Yindu citizens began their unique way of resisting.

A little girl, grinning, opened her hands and ran towards the preacher with a long sword.

The preacher was stunned for a moment, and a big man came out next to him, and with an extremely enthusiastic smile, he cut off his head with a kitchen knife.

Another preacher slashed the nearest woman from Yindu with a knife, and instead of being angry, the people around the woman gave him a warm hug. A sharp knife plunged into the preacher's chest.

Many similar images flashed by, and the army of the preacher and the group of city citizens dressed in tatters worse than the name of Hanako were like soldiers and civilians fused together harmoniously, and in a moment, it was impossible to distinguish the difference between the missionary and the people of Yindu. On the streets, at the gates of the city, and outside the city, the people of Yindu embraced this group of beastly missionaries with their characteristic enthusiasm.

Blood splattered and wailed everywhere. The sword light flickered throughout the space. It seems to be purgatory on earth. But this purgatory is accompanied by laughter, cheers, and eulogies of praise with singing and dancing. The scene became unusually eerie.

This is not a war, and these preachers have come to free themselves in the face of the unique values of the Yindu people. In order to be grateful to these outsiders, the citizens of Yindu took out all the things they could take out, and they were very grateful to draw a terrifying wound on these outsiders, throwing their heads into the air and spinning.

The preachers on the walls jumped from the ladder into the walls without any resistance, and they could even see the idle king smiling and waving at them.

But then, they were completely wrapped in Yin Du's enthusiasm. In order to thank them, the enthusiastic people of Yindu City smiled and harvested them one by one, like cutting leeks.

"Demons! They're demons! A timid preacher, standing behind and watching the smiles and the scenes of slaughter, completely collapsed, and the holy sword in his hand had no effect except for a sharp piece of iron.

The battlefield is like this, if one person retreats, there will be countless people who retreat, after all, as long as it is a person, who will not be afraid of death.

No backwards! Violators will be killed! The supervision team shouted hoarsely from behind. But their steps are also unconsciously retreating. These barbarians, whom they had looked down on for so long, had defeated the entire missionary army of jihadists in such a despicable way!

It was only at this time that the missionary of the overseer seemed to understand that there seemed to be no boundary between good and evil. When confronted with invaders, their evil is indeed the greatest good.

"Kill!" Raising the sword and slashing the retreating missionaries did not serve any purpose in the retreating crowd, like a stone thrown in the surface of a lake, which made a sound but was of no use at all.

In the end, he had to raise his sword and rush forward, for the glory of God, as God's most faithful servants, they were to die for God in this moment.

As he slashed, God's most loyal fanatics no longer cared about the retreating missionaries with their holy swords! Or rather, a sharper piece of iron rushed forward.

"Kill! For the honor of God! ”

"Kill, for the honor of God!"

These fanatics are like an ancient beast joining the battlefield! In their eyes, there was no hesitation, there was only killing, whether it was the old man or the child, or the man who was prostrate on the ground and smiled.

The Overseer team had only a hundred men, but in a matter of moments, they had carved out an open area at the front of the battlefield.

As the fanatics rushed to kill, the remaining preachers turned back. They suddenly discovered that these Yindu people were still barbarians, and they did not have the slightest ability to resist under the sword. When fanatics kill, it's like being in a slaughterhouse, and these dirty barbarians are the domestic animals that are placed on the operating table for slaughter.