"You think your beauty is a bargaining chip to convince me?" said the White King viciously. "It's worthless in the face of something. ”

It's worthless.

Five simple words echoed in Yitian's heart like an echo.

The wind shook the countless trees in the forest, and they all seemed to sense that a volcano was about to erupt. The beasts of the forest huddled in the corners, shivering.

"Hahaha, Yitian, this is the kid you want to save?" Guthor smiled as he looked up to the sky.

"No, he's not, he's mine, and I feel more and more perfect about him!"

The unbridled laughter seemed to be teasing the last fire line in Yitian's heart.

"Are you done laughing?" Etius glanced at Gusol, his face unexpectedly flat, as if mocking him.

"Oh?" Gusol raised his eyebrows, glanced at Yitian in surprise, and then patted his forehead deliberately exaggerated, and said, "Look, I forgot, you are Yitian, how can you be crazy because of this little thing?"

"So ······" The corners of Guthor's mouth curled in an imperceptible arc, like an old hunter carefully arranging a trap, and finally having the sinister smile of a fox when he was struck by it.

"So what?" Yitian asked, her slightly furrowed brow was engraved with a hint of anger, although she was calm on the surface, but her heart was actually splashing, and Guthor's knife-like words added fuel to the fire.

A bronze jar poked out of his right hand sleeve robe, and his eyes under the robe shone brightly, "The singer is going to sing!"

Suddenly, while Etienne was still losing her mind in anger, a bottle that pierced the air slammed into her and exploded.

"Ahem, ahem. The black mist enveloped Yitian's body, and entered her body along her nasal passages, and a thick feeling of discomfort suddenly spread throughout her body.

Bursts of Force fluctuations erupted from Yitian's body, and the smoke and dust dissipated instantly, but its effect had already been achieved.

Yi Tian looked intently in the direction of Gusol, and found that he had already arrived at the White King's side, and his face was full of pride, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Between the strong, there are often countless possibilities that can occur in a simple moment.

"Even though you are that symbol, you have not fully grown up in terms of strength or heart. ”

"Little girl······

Gusor was like chanting a poem, and the last three words were particularly long.

"Little girl. Yi Tian repeated the word, and the small flames in the deepest part of his pupils began to burn, and his face as calm as water seemed to roar with the fury of the sea, and his crescent-like lips drew a sharp long knife in an arc.

Like the figure of the goddess pointing her sword at Gusor, her indifferent aura is like facing a dead man.

"Bang Que, it's been a long time since there has been a feast of life. ”

Guthor sensed the true killing intent in Yitian's body, which penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if cutting through the flesh with a carving knife, making him feel like he was dancing on the tip of the knife.

He licked his lips with his tongue and laughed out loud with his head shaky.

Crazy singers, sword-wielding dancers.

Rehearsal ends.

Real performances······ Here we go.

'Whew!'

Suddenly, there was a curtain call that seemed to be a thank you from the audience, and the sound of the curtain falling on the stage slapping on the floor.

A low murmur came from the ears of the two.

"So your name is Cross Judgment. "The White King's long hair fluttered, his clothes were windless, and the cross floating in front of him shone with a dazzling red light.

"It's ······" Etien and Guthor looked at everything covered in blood in a daze, and they couldn't recover for a while.

"Please call me ······" The White King stretched out his left hand, and his open palm seemed to show the most terrifying darkness in the world, and his scarlet pupils looked straight ahead, but it made the two of them shudder at the same time.

"Inquisitor. ”

As the White King's voice ended, the cross floating in front of him quietly crashed into his body.

Quietly, but terrifyingly.

Cross Adjudicator

The White King's right hand crossed the arc of a half-moon in front of him, and his eyes were indifferent, just like the reflection of those sharp blades in the moonlight that Guthor had seen when he was a child.

With that gesture, a red, transparent cross burst out of the void and crashed into Guthor.

Guthor was caught off guard and stretched out his arms in front of his head.

How could a dragon clinging to a mountain top care about the wave of an ant?

But the dragon never thought that a small ant could also cause a landslide.

There was a loud bang, and Gusor felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a huge mountain, and he even wondered if it was Yitian who had secretly slashed him with Bangque.

The black figure was like a flying crossbow full of power, and countless towering ancient trees were knocked down by it.

"That's it!That's it!Ahem!" Gusor crawled out of the pile of trees he had smashed over, his eyes full of the ecstasy of a middle-aged man who had been abstinent for many years when he suddenly saw a naked girl.

A girl's smile will make a middle-aged man go crazy in an instant.

"Hard! White King!"

The White King's face was expressionless, and the young face smiled nonchalantly, and the aura emanating from his body reminded Gusol of a person.

The man sat quietly on the throne, the throne was as huge as the mountains and rivers, cold and suffocating, he could not see his face clearly in the shadows, and the air was flowing with his inviolable majesty.

"As you wish. The white king spoke, his body covered with red patterns, and his feet stepped forward.

Between the dancing hands, every stroke is like a singer compiling the final beauty under his perfect movement, peerless and crazy. The crimson that symbolized the verdict danced on his fingertips, and that dance was imprinted with death in Gussol's eyes.

The crimson crosses, one after the other, flew from countless corners, each three zhang long and two zhang wide, and roared like a beast out of a cage with the wave of the 'Inquisitor'.

"Boom! boom!"

"Boom!"

Countless crosses roared from all directions, and in the eyes of those poor ordinary people who were still lying on the ground and did not dare to move more, the figure of the White King was tantamount to a god, and with a wave of his hand, even the most noble creatures had to dance to cater to the gods.

Even the slightest hint of blasphemy in the dance will usher in the horrific verdict of the cross.

Guthor laughed evilly, the black dagger swayed, and countless black mist burst out from his body, and gradually retracted into his body.

"Come on, White King!" Guthor laughed, unloading all Force from his body.

The black robe obscured his strong body, but not the fury on his face, and Guthor wanted to use his pure flesh to fight against the White King.

"Knock me out!"

The White King looked at Guthor, the lines on his body became more vivid, and the amplitude of his hands dancing was even more exaggerated.

He closed his eyes, and under the sky, in the midst of the lush woods, the pure light was torn apart by the jagged leaves and hit him in the face, and he quietly enjoyed the moment.

"Is this what power feels like?" muttered the White King.

"No wonder those powerful people can slaughter my homeland at will. ”

"No wonder there is no trace of pity on their faces, only endless pleasure. ”

The movement was sometimes like a symphony, and sometimes it made everyone present feel like they were in hell, it was the devil chopping his butcher's knife.

"Whoever has this, who won't be intoxicated?"

"On the way to revenge, I finally found something new and extremely tempting. ”

"That's ······"

The White King stretched out his hand, his face expressionless, but the thirst for power was already imprinted in his scarlet pupils. As his last note fell, his arm swung down at the position of the poor people before him, as if he were cutting off their heads.

"Strength. ”

"Boom ······" More than a dozen deafening voices rang out in a row, and when the dust that was scattered in the air settled, several people were already trapped in prisons made of crosses.

"Spare my life, my lord, I am willing to give everything to you. ”

"My lord, I still have young children at home. ”

One after another, the cries of begging for mercy came one after another, reaching the ears of the White King, and even more into the ears of Gusol.

White King ······ I'm really getting happier with you.

Guthor watched that the White King did not stop him, but had been on guard against the movement of Yitian, and his smile in the shadows was even darker.

"Spare you? The White King's voice was low and emotionless.

"When everyone around me was killed, when I was forced to jump into the abyss to survive. ”

"I haven't seen any brighter light in the sky. ”

"Look at you, weak and ignorant, and full of hope for the world. ”

The White King's pupils became more and more red, and in the depths of his brain, he was constantly thinking back to the time he had been in the village, ignorant but carefree.

"Just like a few days ago, I naively thought that today would be tomorrow. ”

"But my villagers told me in their flesh and blood. ”

"Their weakness doesn't allow them to have where they are today. ”

As he spoke, countless crosses that appeared out of thin air by the White King bloomed with blood-red light, and the entire land covered by the cross, including Guthor who was buried by the cross, was slowly brewing on it, waiting for the final instructions of the judge.

"White King, what are you going to do!" Seeing this, Yitian couldn't sit still anymore, and his figure burst out, making a gesture to stop the White King.

"No, Yitian, I'm sober. The White King turned back.

His hair was flying, his body was covered with red patterns, and his eyes seemed to have two hearts, blood-red and terrifying. The whole person is as terrifying as the Demon King, but Yi Tian really feels the sobriety of the White King at this time.

"I'm just ······"

"Found my beating heart. ”