Chapter 2162

The powerful forces stared at the young man with white hair and couldn't make up their mind for a moment. This man is unfathomable. If what he just said was true, wouldn't they dig their own grave.

"Don't hesitate to take him down." At this time, a loud voice came from the rear. When the strong men turned around, they saw that Jian Qi looked extremely cold and said, "if you let this person leave, there will be endless trouble."

The strong men nodded slightly. Jian 7 is the sword of Wuxiang sword school. His words can represent the will of Wuxiang sword school. Since he spoke, there is no need to consider too many consequences.

The glory of lunlun Avenue spread out and shrouded the place where the white haired youth was. The space seemed to turn into an absolutely closed space. The crowd in the distance clearly felt a suffocating pressure. This was the real idea of killing!

Jianqi, cangtianfang and others stared at the space. They are all the most outstanding people in one party. However, it is a shame to lose the halberd in the hands of one person today. If this person does not die, they will not be able to lift their heads all their life.

Therefore, Jian Qi risked offending the great power and ordered him to be killed.

This time, he will die if he doesn't die!

Qin Xuan's face was cold. He wanted to help the white haired youth leave, but Jianqi and others were too serious about killing him. They directly sent the great emperor, who would rather break his promise than kill him on the spot.

In such a situation, he can't be saved at all.

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

The strong men looked sharp and stepped out at the same time. They were about to attack the white haired youth.

However, at this time, a terrible threat spread from a very distant space and came to this heaven and earth, just like the wrath of the gods, and a loud thunder sound spread down from the sky, shaking people's hearts.

"This is..." countless people looked up at the same time. They didn't know why.

I saw a terrible scene on the sky. Four terrible golden lights pierced the space and seemed to form a space channel. The divine light radiated the heaven and earth. The whole heaven and earth was shrouded in golden light, which was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

"What a terrible threat!" Everyone looked at the light above and their hearts trembled.

Some weak people spit blood directly and lie on the ground under pressure. The slightly stronger people also have a pale face, and the blood in their bodies trembles uncontrollably, including the great emperor.

"Shengwei!" Many strong people's hearts beat and their faces showed fear.

Such a level of authority can only be holy advent.

However, Shura hell has already established rules. Saints are not allowed to appear at will, let alone fight. If jihad is to break out, they also have to go to other battlefields.

Otherwise, the people in the imperial territory have no way to live.

Who is the saint of the power that dares to ignore this rule?

I saw four figures coming out of the space channel, with ethereal breath and cold face. Their eyes scanned below. When they touched their line of sight, many people only felt frightened, as if everything had been seen through by each other and had no privacy.

Looking at the four figures above, they felt as if they were looking at the gods. They couldn't help feeling powerless. This kind of existence is beyond their ability to compete.

"Holy indeed!" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed a deep meaning. The breath emitted by the four people was indeed a saint, and not an ordinary saint. It gave him the feeling that he could even compare with brother Fengqing.

What are the reasons for the simultaneous appearance of four people of this level?

At this moment, Jianqi, Yiji and others are silent. Even if they are listed in the list of the sky and are evil figures in the eyes of countless people, they should keep a low profile in the face of real saints.

In particular, these four people appeared in such a high-profile manner, as if they didn't pay attention to the rules of Shura hell at all, which made them tremble and dare not mess around at will.

"The son of God left without authorization, but let me wait and find it!" A figure spoke indifferently, making the crowd look stunned, son?

Who is the son in his mouth?

Then many people seemed to think of something. Their hearts suddenly trembled and their faces were shocked. Is it

One after another, they turned their eyes and looked in the same direction. Finally, they gathered on the white haired youth. The white haired youth looked calm as usual, looked up at the four figures in the sky, and said faintly, "he asked you to come?"

"Naturally, why did the son leave?" Asked the strong man who had spoken before.

"Nothing, just tired and want to walk alone." The tone of the white haired youth is still plain. Even in the face of the existence of saints, there is no wave in his state of mind.

"It's time for me to go back and wait so long." The strong man spoke again, with a dignified look and a faint tone of strength.

As if to forcibly take the white haired youth back, whether he agrees or not.

"Since I take the initiative to leave, naturally I won't go back easily." The white haired youth looked at each other and said, "go back and tell him that when I want to go back, I will go back naturally."

"I'm afraid I can't explain to my master. Please don't embarrass me." The voice is so sharp.

The crowd listened to their conversation and vaguely understood something.

The young man with white hair seemed to be the son of a certain power and left the power without authorization. The Four Saints came all the way here to take him back.

As soon as they thought about this, their hearts fluctuated violently. A high-level imperial figure even asked four saints to take him back in person. What kind of identity should this be?

I'm afraid Jianqi, Tianfang and others can't reach this level.

However, they were relieved at the thought of the unique demeanor of the white haired youth. He could fight sword seven and six Tianjiao together, and his status was naturally higher than them.

Just, I don't know how high it is.

"I have vowed not to kill again. It's no use taking me back. Why?" The white haired youth sighed, as if tired of disputes in the world.

He had already embarked on a road to death, but fortune made people, and the ancient Buddha crossed him with his body and sent him out. Now these people come here again. Is it the will of heaven?

"No more killing?" The strong man had a smile on his mouth, as if he had heard a big joke.

He looked at the white haired youth and said in a deep voice: "you were born for killing. How many innocent people's blood have you stained in your hands. Now, if you don't kill anymore, you want to erase everything that happened in the past. Does the son think it's possible?"

The young man with white hair lowered his head and fell into a silence.

Indeed, he was sinful and was a sinner for thousands of years. Even if he sacrificed his own life, it would be difficult to repay him.

However, the ancient Buddha said that everything in the world has cause and effect. If he is given a relic, maybe he still has a chance to redeem himself.

"I've made up my mind. You don't have to persuade me anymore." The white haired youth looked at the four people again and said.

"It seems that I can only offend the son!" Another figure said with a cold voice. They were ordered to take the son back. How can they return empty handed.

The white haired young man looked at the man and said calmly, "you know my character."

Just a word, the other party's look immediately stagnated there, but he didn't answer.

Of course, he knows the character of the son of God. He was trained by his master to kill God. He has unparalleled talent and decisive killing. He is famous for being cruel and ruthless. He is not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself. There is nothing he can't do.

If they forcibly take him back, he is afraid that he will really make some crazy moves. At that time, even if they take people back, they will be blamed by the master.

After all, the master wants a complete person.

A strong man suddenly looked down at the crowd, flashed a cruel color in his eyes, and said coldly, "if the son of God refuses to go back with me, these people will die here!"

After this, the vast crowd below changed their looks. If you don't go back, you'll kill them. What an overbearing word!

This is threatening the white haired youth with their lives.

In the eyes of the four above, what are they?

Ants?

"How cruel..." Qin Xuan heard that sentence, and his heart suddenly trembled. It must be that the four people came from a very terrible force, so he had the confidence to say such words. He didn't have to worry about what force the people below came from. He could kill them if he wanted to.

"You threaten me?" The white haired young man's eyes suddenly cooled a little, and his momentum was not weaker than the four saints. This is the temperament cultivated in fighting over the years, which has nothing to do with cultivation.

"The son of God is not threatening us, just like each other." The strong man spoke faintly. Didn't he say that he would never kill again? If he didn't go back with them, he would kill all the people below.

He wants to see how the son will choose.

"I don't have much time to wait. Give the son a rest to consider. If there is no result, I will acquiesce that the son ignores their lives." It seems that the voice of the strong is light again.

Jianqi, Tianfang, Yiji and others look very ugly. They are dignified figures of emperor 72, which is so worthless in the eyes of others?

"Elder, is this to break the rules of Shura hell?" At this moment, someone finally stood up and said in a deep voice to the four people above. This person is a great emperor of Wuxiang sword sect.

"What are you, worthy of questioning this seat?" The strong man glanced at the great emperor indifferently. With one eye, the great emperor turned white, and his body seemed to be held by an invisible hand. His breathing became extremely difficult, and he felt infinitely close to death.

"Get out!"

A voice came from above, and the emperor was thrown thousands of meters away without any resistance.

However, when they saw the scene, they could not bear it directly, but they were all strong in the heart

The gap between emperor and saint is so big that they despair.

The strong man looked down at the crowd below and asked blandly, "does anyone else disagree?"

When people hear this, they dare to be angry but dare not speak. Who can bear it when the sage reads it?