"God... Lord God Envoy, our Ziwei Sect really didn't fight against the gods! And... please Lord God Envoy please be noble and let us go!"
In front of a middle-aged protoss, the leader of the Ziwei Sect said tremblingly.
It was obvious that he was very scared.
This fear comes from the soul!
"Oh? Really? It seems that the number of people I killed is not enough!"
The middle-aged divine envoy smiled slightly and pointed out again that another Ziwei Sect disciple was killed.
There was indifference in his eyes.
It was as if what he killed was not a human, but an animal.
The leader of the Ziwei Sect was trembling and sobbing, and said: "What on earth do you want, Lord Divine Envoy, to let the Ziwei Sect go?"
The middle-aged angel's eyes fell on a young woman in the crowd.
The look in his eyes was indescribably greedy.
"Zi Wei has a daughter who has just grown up and is known as the most beautiful woman in the south. Mo Qingshan, you know!" the middle-aged divine envoy said with a smile.
Mo Qingshan, the leader of the Ziwei Sect, suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of anger, and said angrily: "Master Divine Envoy framed my Ziwei Sect just for Xiaocao?"
The divine envoy smiled lightly and said unconcernedly, "So what?"
The middle-aged divine envoy didn't even bother to hide it and admitted it directly!
He came just for Mo Xiaocao!
He just framed and framed her, deliberately framed!
What can you do to me?
The middle-aged angel is arrogant and domineering to the extreme.
Mo Xiaocao, the apple of the eye of Mo Qingshan, the leader of the Ziwei Sect.
Although Mo Qingshan shrank in front of the middle-aged god, he loved his daughter deeply.
In the crowd, Mo Xiaocao's face turned pale and his whole body was shaking.
She has an appearance that makes all things fall in love, but she is unable to match the coveted appearance of the gods.
In the eyes of the gods, human women are just playthings.
Every woman who is favored by the gods will end up extremely miserable.
She smiled bitterly in her heart, has this day finally come?
Mo Qingshan's expression changed, and he kowtowed suddenly.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Every sound could be clearly heard throughout the Ziwei Sect.
"Please let the envoy spare my daughter, Mo Qingshan, and be willing to die on her behalf!" Mo Qingshan said sincerely.
However, there was no trace of pity in the eyes of the middle-aged divine envoy, and he just said lightly: "You can die, but Mo Xiaocao, I will still take you away!"
Mo Qingshan suddenly stood up and looked directly at the divine envoy, full of anger.
However, he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak!
Behind him are tens of thousands of Ziwei Sect disciples!
When he was angry, all these tens of thousands of disciples had to be buried with him!
But, that was his most beloved daughter, how could he just watch her jump into the fire pit?
Seeing Mo Qingshan's eyes, the middle-aged divine envoy frowned slightly and looked very unhappy.
"How dare you look at me like that?"
Mo Qingshan was shocked, gritted his teeth and said: "Forgive me, God!"
The divine envoy said calmly: "You can avoid the death penalty, but you cannot escape the living penalty! You have abandoned your cultivation and been demoted to a commoner. The position of the sect leader will be succeeded by Lin Tianhan!"
After that, he turned around and said to his two men: "Go and take Mo Xiaocao away. If anyone dares to stop him, he will be killed without mercy!"
"yes!"
The two men followed the order and were about to take Mo Xiaocao away.
Mo Xiaocao's face became a little paler.
She wanted to struggle, but she didn't dare.
Mo Qingshan's expression changed wildly, and he was about to stop the two men, but the divine envoy said in a deep voice: "I asked you to abandon your cultivation, didn't you hear?"
While speaking, two men had already arrived in front of Mo Xiaocao and wanted to take him away.
puff!
puff!
Two sword lights appeared from nowhere, and the two men fell softly in front of Mo Xiaocao.
"ah!"
Mo Xiaocao was startled and screamed.
The middle-aged divine envoy shrank his pupils and roared: "Who? Who did it? Stand up for me!"
The disciples of the Ziwei Sect looked at each other in confusion. You looked at me, I looked at you. They all didn't know why.
The middle-aged divine envoy frowned slightly and sneered: "No one stands up, right? If you dare to kill the divine envoy, your entire Ziwei Sect will be buried with you!"
Everyone's expressions changed wildly, with expressions of shock and anger.
"Whoever killed him hasn't come forward yet! Is he going to kill us all?"
"God damn it, who is this, trying to trap our Ziwei Sect into eternal disaster?"
"Damn it, stand up!"
…
The Ziwei Sect disciples all had pale faces and screamed in horror.
This sentence is too lethal!
The messenger of God was not joking with them when he said this.
When he said the sect was destroyed, that meant the sect was truly destroyed!
For the Gods, it is too easy to destroy a sect.
"I'm standing right in front of you, haven't you noticed?" At this moment, a leisurely voice suddenly rang.
It wasn't big, but it shocked everyone.
In front of the envoy, a young man stood with his hands behind his back.
What's even more frightening is that they don't know when he was standing there!
He was clearly standing there, but it gave people an extremely unreal feeling.
This person was naturally none other than Ye Yuan.
Traveling through time and space, his space laws have reached their original level.
Moreover, this is the space law that he has understood by himself, which overlaps with the space law of Tongtian Realm.
Even the powerful gods can't tell the difference.
But just now, the shock in Ye Yuan's heart was also indescribable.
He actually followed the torrent of time and space and came to the previous era?
The gods, fish and flesh, and all the other races originally only existed in his imagination.
But seeing the scene before him, he finally understood where Shang Heng's hatred came from.
The angel's pupils shrank and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you? How dare you kill the angel? Are you tired of living?"
Ye Yuan looked disapproving and said calmly: "Kill him or her, so what?"
The middle-aged divine envoy frowned and said coldly: "Very good! If you dare to kill the divine envoy, the Ziwei Sect will also be buried with you after you die!"
Ye Yuan said with disdain: "You gods, you are such a stinker! Do you really think of yourself as a messenger from heaven? In front of me, you are not even a bastard!"
Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Ye Yuan in shock.
Where did this guy come from and how dare he speak so wildly!
God’s messenger, of course he is the messenger from heaven!
The middle-aged envoy laughed when he heard this and said: "Where did this lunacy come from? You actually dare to question the authority of our God Clan! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and let you know what Heaven is!"
Having said that, the middle-aged divine envoy is at full strength, reaching the peak of the middle stage of the Eight Patterns of Heavenly Dao Realm!
This kind of strength is absolutely crushing to the human race!
In his eyes, Ye Yuan was just at the fifth level of the Emperor of Heaven.
With this state of mind, it's not enough to fill the gap between his teeth. Naturally, he won't really take Ye Yuan seriously.
Snap!
Ye Yuan snapped his fingers and said calmly: "Here comes the sword!"
Dang Dang Dang...
Ziweizong's swords all flew out involuntarily in an instant and flew towards the divine envoy.
Poof!
The middle-aged divine envoy's moves haven't been released yet, but they have already been sieved.