"You have been following you for two months, so you should understand who I am."

"Since you can read your mind."

"Then you should understand."

"Follow me again, I will kill you."

Mirm Sect looked at the girl in front of him coldly, and the faint murderous intent in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze the air.

Bai Yan smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't feel the murderous intent that was coming to his face: "You won't kill me."

"Oh?" Mian Sect's pale palm had already been placed on Bai Yan's beautiful neck at some point: "Do you just want to die like that?"

"You won't kill me." Bai Yan didn't look at the hands that were already covered in blood. She stretched out her white and tender palms and pressed them against the other party's chest under the surprised gaze of Mirage Sect.

"I know how to read my mind, so I know, Mirage Sect, you won't kill me."

"Because of Mirage Sect, you like me."

I still can't describe the feeling at that moment. To put it simply, the whole world seems to have become a little more interesting.

...

Just as Zuo Qingcang and others entered the White Land and wanted to do something, there were also some faint ripples in other corners of the universe brewing huge waves little by little.

"Sir... Sir..."

"Hmm?" He slowly opened his eyes and took back his thoughts. The Mirage Sect, who was wearing a silver mask, turned his head and looked at the stone man beside him and asked, "What's wrong?"

“The equipment is ready.”

At this moment, the Mirage Sect and his subordinates stood on a huge rooftop, with masks covering his upper half of his face, leaving only a mouth exposed, and his body emitted a faint white light like a light man.

Hearing what his subordinates said, he walked to a camera and looked at the camera in front of him constantly fiddling with it. Behind him, a humanoid life with a complexion was tied to a chair by metal wire, looking at Mirage Sect in horror.

"Well... is the lens aimed?"

"I'm pretty clear, right?"

"It's very clear, sir." Beside him were more than a dozen stone men, who were assisting him in the shooting.

"Well...perfect." The masked man nodded, took a few steps back, looked at the direction of the camera, and suddenly laughed. He pushed the green-skinned man behind him into front of him.

"Hello, everyone, I am the one who attacked the capital star of the Nether Empire before. You can call me...despair.

Now, let's see who this is? Well... King of the Nether Empire, Savard III."

"Haha, stupid, greedy, cowardly, fear of death, lustful, cruel, this king almost brings together all the shortcomings of the superiors. If I kill him now, I'm afraid that the entire Nether Empire will cheer...but, I'm not going to do this."

Just after the Maskman pushed Savard III to the front of the curtain and announced that he was the one who attacked the capital star of the Nether Empire. On the live broadcast website where the Nether Empire is the most active and user-friendly, the number of people watching the live broadcast of the Maskman is increasing rapidly. Soon after, it has exceeded 100,000, and the upward momentum is getting faster and faster.

He pinched the king's cheek in despair, rubbed the fat on the other person's face freely, and laughed: "Some time ago, I heard of an organization called the Supreme Council.

Haha, the Star River God and Demon List? Hahaha, High-dimensional Battleship? Hahaha. Points redemption?

At that time, I was thinking, what kind of broken thing is this? It just made the entire universe boring."

Desperately let go of his palm and said, "The strong men think about the rankings on the Gods and Demons list all day long, thinking about money and resources. They think about fame and reputation, and then they become stronger, practice, do tasks, repeat and repeat again."

The masked man waved his palm and said disdainfully. Then he suddenly pushed the king to the ground and stepped on the other party's face.

"This is what you are thinking about all day long? Apart from these things, no one in this universe thinks of anything more meaningful and connotative?

You are just ruled by an organization? Just as you see this universe becoming more and more boring and rigid, just like withered flowers and plants." The masked man shook his head and said, "It's time to improve the style of the strong in this universe."

"So from today, starting from the Netherworld Empire, I want to help you all redefine the existence of the Supreme Council and recognize what those dog chains tied to your neck are."

...

"Who is this lunatic?"

"Damn it, isn't the king on vacation? Contact the Secretary-General as soon as possible, it's all messy."

"Rule the Minister of Defense immediately and ask him to send the 'Nether Glory' over. So much money per year cannot be given in vain."

"Also, it's all a mess to notify that platform to close the live broadcast. Civilians have no right to know about such things."

"Have you found the king's signal?"

"Found it, according to the mark of the Galaxy Channel, then it's... in the palace of Tongyouxing? How is it possible?"

"Send someone to catch that madman immediately! Where is the Netherworld Glory Man?"

"He is carrying out the mission of the Supreme Parliament."

"Isn't he aborting the mission immediately? Doesn't he know that his motherland needs him more at this moment?"

...

"Sir, the live broadcast has been blocked."

"The movement is faster than I thought, turn off the video recorder." The masked man stopped, and with his finger snap, the man under his feet had turned into a pile of powder.

Outside the camera, the real king had only one head left, and was holding the head by a stone man, looking at the despair in front of him with a frightened face.

"What do you want? I don't understand what the benefits of doing this? Once you attract the glory of Netherworld, you are definitely not his opponent.

I can give you money, women, and resources. As long as you let me go now, I can make you innocent. By the way, how about I let you be the prince?"

"Did you forget what I just said?" Shen Zong smiled and stroked the king's head, as if he was touching his own pet: "Don't be nervous, I'm not a murderer. As for money, power, women, etc., I'm not interested."

"What I want is just to let the whole universe burn for her."

The king looked at Mirage and roared at Mirage, "You madman!"

Mirm Sect just smiled and did not answer the king's question again. He took a mini computer from the stone man beside him, constantly flipping the live news channels one by one. His eyes shot up and down at a very fast speed, collecting information.

Suddenly, he stopped and saw the female host on the screen saying: "In response to the current vicious kidnapping case, the senior officials of the Empire were extremely angry and said that they would never tolerate criminals.

Relevant persons revealed that the Lord Nether Glory was urgently attacked by the Empire and had temporarily suspended the task of the Supreme Council and came from the Magellan Star Cloud..."

"Ming Sect, what will you do next? You are no match for that monster." In the sight that only Mixing Sect could see, the man in black stood beside the king's head, looked at Mixing Sect with pity and said, "It seems that you will come down to accompany me soon."

Next to the man in black, beside the Mir Sect, there were more figures that only Mir Sect could see surrounded him, and his cold eyes and resentful eyes seemed to pierce him completely.

A farmer man and woman looked at him and sneered: "Haha, we're waiting for you."

The Changle scholars shouted: "You should have died long ago."

The disciples of the Nansheng Gate's eyes were filled with resentment: "What are you going to do next?"

The man in black kept sneering: "The strongest man in the Netherworld Empire, Netherworld Glory, is the strongest man on the 6,000th list of Gods and Demons. You are definitely not his opponent."

Until the end, an old man wearing a moon-white robe and white hair and hair were all white, looked at Mian Zong with a loving look on his face and asked, "Zong'er, you have become deeply entangled. If you sink into depravity, you may never be able to turn back."

But the Mirm Sect ignored them, or he was used to these noisy sounds, all kinds of sarcasm, complaints, concerns, and questions rang in his ears, but he just frowned, stood there, quietly waiting for something.

"Time is up."
Chapter completed!