The murderous intent of the Heavenly Court Cavalry surged, and Aliang and the others looked at them with unkind eyes, as if they were looking at a corpse.
"Shut up!" The old man in brown robe glared and yelled angrily, waving his hands and saying, "You're not going to back down yet, you idiot!"
Then, he cupped his fists and said, "I am an impulsive follower and I have no intention of contradicting you. Please forgive me."
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Mahatma, could it be the Mahatma named Gandi?"
Mahatma Ganti is a legendary figure in the modern divine oil country. How come his descendants have appeared?
"Yes, it is my ancestor." The old man in brown robe straightened his back, looked energetic, and was very proud of his bloodline.
He was thinking that the other party would sell some thin noodles and treat him with respect.
After all, he is a descendant of the Mahatma and carries the halo of his ancestors.
"Get out!" Xiao Yi shouted with disgust on his face.
"What?" The old man in brown robe suspected that he heard wrongly, and immediately became angry, "Your Excellency is too vulgar. Is this the style of a leader in heaven!"
The people behind him showed angry faces. As a descendant of Mahatma Ganti, his status is so noble that the former Brahma Sect masters were able to take his place.
Now, I am so humiliated!
"I don't like your ancestors very much. You'd better stay away and don't get involved." Xiao Yi warned.
"The Mahatma's love knows no bounds and has far-reaching influence. As his descendant, I am here to advise you in heaven to withdraw your troops and stop committing crimes and exacerbating the conflicts between the two sides."
The old man in brown robe speaks righteously and has a certain majestic spirit.
"Mahatma? He deserves it!?" Xiao Yi said coldly: "The ideas advocated by this old guy are completely thought up by masochists."
"Don't fight back when hit, don't fight back when scolded, and try to shed blood and sacrifice in order to move the enemy."
"Too slavish and disgusting!"
In that special era, Mahatma Ganti once called on the ancestors of the great powers to imitate his strange practices, so as to make the enemy's conscience aware and achieve a win-win situation.
This is also the reason why Xiao Yi hates it the most!
"You, you..." The brown-robed old man's face turned blue and white, and he felt suffocated in his chest.
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "People's words are terrible. Please don't slander them. This time I led like-minded people to prevent the heavenly army from entering the capital."
"I am not a member of the Brahma sect, but I am a member of the Divine Oil Kingdom."
"If you want to break in, then step over our corpses in front of the whole world!!"
The old man in brown robe stood up straight with his arms outstretched, as if he was willing to die generously.
He wanted to uphold his ancestor's philosophy and use actions to force Xiao Yi to withdraw his army.
"That's right!" The followers behind him followed suit one after another, like a human wall standing in front of the city gate.
"He is worthy of being a descendant of the Mahatma and the pride of the Holy Oil Country!" the people's eyes turned red and they choked with sobs.
Countries around the world are paying close attention, wanting to see what Heaven will do next.
It would be understandable if the Heavenly Court killed people from the Brahma Sect, but pitifully killing people outside the Brahma Sect would definitely damage the reputation.
Moreover, the leader is a descendant of the Mahatma, which is of extraordinary significance.
"Is there something wrong?" A Liang and others looked at each other, feeling confused.
The act of resistance is worthy of respect, but this kind of voluntary death seems very stupid.
Do you really think anyone has to give in to them?
"Emperor Xiao Tian, please retreat quickly so that I can be a wise man in my life." The old man in brown robe was anxious in his heart, his eyes shining with wisdom.
I firmly believe that this touching move of mine will be able to drive back the menacing Heavenly Court.
at this time.
Xiao Yi's gloomy face showed a kind smile and said seriously: "In this case, I won't be polite."
In the void, there was suddenly the sound of a millstone rolling, and a giant hand like a giant spirit god stretched out, emitting a hazy sacred light.
Whoa, the big hand of blazing light pressed down like a mountain, setting off a mighty majestic air current.
"What?!"
The old man in brown robe was stunned at first, and then became frightened and angry. The blood of the Mahatma inherited in his body boiled, and the pores all over his body erupted with bright rays of light.
This is the last stand of resistance!
"Killing you is like killing a chicken!" Xiao Yi sneered, raised his right hand and pressed hard.
"I am a descendant of Mahatma, you can't do this to me, you will arouse the anger of people across the country!!"
The old man in brown robe struggled to hold on, his bones creaking all over his body, and red blood began to flow out of his seven orifices, and he roared hysterically.
But soon, he was suppressed by the big hand of blazing light.
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
There was a roar, sand and dust rolled, and gravel flew.
The crowd in the back had pale faces and looked at him in astonishment like clay sculptures.
When the big blazing hand disappeared, the old man in brown robe had already been beaten into a pool of blood and mud and went to meet the real Mahatma Gandhi.
"No!" The people of Shenyou cried out sadly, feeling cold all over their bodies.
"You really dare to take action." People from all over the world felt their scalps numb. This meant killing them at will.
The followers gasped, their teeth chattering and said: "Emperor Xiao Tian, you, you..."
"If you dare to risk your life to stop me, you will be treated as if you are a member of the Brahma Sect."
"kill!"
Xiao Yi issued an order.
"Yes, team leader." Ah Liang and the others took action, hitting them with overwhelming spells.
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, I was just passing by!"
"Run away quickly, heaven will kill innocent people indiscriminately!"
"Emperor Xiao Tian, you must die a happy death!"
With screams, begging for mercy, and wailing, this group of temporarily formed cultivators were immediately wiped out.
"Enter the city!"
Xiao Yi waved his hand and said in a deep voice.
All the soldiers had solemn faces and drove their horses in orderly.
Click, click, click, Heaven's cavalry officially entered the capital, marching in groups on the wide streets.
The overwhelming chilling air quickly spread out in an instant, as if it was freezing every inch of space along the way.
The atmosphere in the city is depressing and gloomy.
On both sides of the street, residents looked horrified and felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar and were feeling cold all over. They felt an unforgettable pain as they watched the group of cavalry pass by.
Under such pressure, no one dared to say anything, and just watched helplessly as the cavalry team headed straight for the Brahma Gate's lair without any hindrance.
An old man closed his eyes and shed two lines of turbid tears. A woman covered her mouth with her hands to hold back her cry. A man's eyes were red and he clenched his fists tightly, then loosened them weakly.
The dignitaries in the capital were trembling. Whether it was the eldest young master or the rich young lady, they all watched the heavenly army passing by with fear.
The most terrifying thing is naturally the handsome young man in black.
At this time, his eyes were deep and his breath was unfathomable. He stood with his hands behind his back and flew across the sky.
Everyone must bow before him and respect him as if he were a god!
"This kid is really a disaster." Old Immortal Mo Di stared through the window with a face full of resentment and gritted teeth.
"Which dog is barking?"
Oh, Xiao Yi felt something in his heart, and turned his head suddenly to look, his eyes opened and closed with golden light, and the murderous aura on his body shocked everyone.
"Ah!" Old Immortal Modi staggered in fright, and fell to the ground in a panic. He was covered in cold sweat, and his heart was still frightened. He murmured: "With such a terrifying person here, do we still have a chance..." This chapter has been completed!