The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

"It must be you who regret it!"

Shenjun gritted his teeth, and uttered these words word by word. Hatred had eroded his nerves, making it difficult for him to speak fluently.

At this moment, in the sea of ​​consciousness, a sliver of spiritual thought that was tied to the life cage that imprisoned Mu Qingling suddenly broke, and the divine monarch suddenly raised his head to look at Bei Tinghuang in front of him, only to find that the mask on his face was gone. , what appeared was a face he didn't recognize at all.

The night was quiet, and the entire holy city felt oppressed by the storm. Except for the wind blowing from the Xingyue Plain, the entire Temple of Judgment could not hear any sound. Even the temple warriors guarding the hall tried their best to hold their breath. In this atmosphere, people instinctively didn't want to make any sound, even the sound of breathing.

Even the night wind could not blow away the dullness that enveloped the holy city.

This atmosphere is too strange. The chief judge warrior in charge of the defense of the main hall walked deliberately at this time with heavy steps, shuttling through the door of the main hall, raised his voice, and arranged for the people stationed in the hall to switch defenses with those outside the hall, "Cheer up, after tonight, we will Alright, the Divine Lord said, as long as the task is completed well, those who work hard tonight will be rewarded!"

"Great, what reward? Tell us, boss!"

Immediately, their spirits rose sharply, and it didn't matter whether there was a reward tomorrow, as long as they got through tonight peacefully, this kind of sluggish appearance was bound to cause accidents.

"Pfft!"

A chuckle came from behind, full of evil and weird laughter, which immediately made one's hair stand on end. A temple warrior suddenly turned his head to look, only to see a silver light flashing in front of his eyes, his body softened involuntarily, until he fell to the ground, and blood gushed out from his neck like a spring.

died!

The silver light, like the scythe of death, passed through the air, and the warriors guarding the door had no time to make any moves. Before they fell down, they only felt a cold feeling passing over their necks, and they rushed to the ground one after another. Yan Wang has reported to work there.

"Hmph, assassination is always my master's unique skill. If you want to blame it, you can only blame your gods for touching my master's scales!"

At the entrance of the main hall, a figure appeared, which was exactly the same as the figure that the god saw on the tower. The difference was that this was the real Beitinghuang, the little beggar who was brought into the judgment hall by Fang Chi. At this time, she was holding a dagger with a cold light in her hand. The magic attributes of bloodthirsty, poison attack, god killing and confusion almost helped Bei Tinghuang carry out this assassination to the extreme.

A team of more than ten people fell to the ground without exception at the moment when the killing cold light in Bei Tinghuang's hand came. The blood left on the lore was swallowed up by the lore almost instantly, and it reappeared with an even more intoxicating and icy light.

In the cage of life in the main hall, the blood-eyed demon ape who had been watching outside, saw someone coming, and quickly woke up Mu Qingling, "Master, she is here!"

Here she is, and indeed she is!

Mu Qingling woke up in an instant, got up from the cage, and looked at Bei Tinghuang, who was stepping on the moon, at the entrance of the main hall. She was wearing an exquisite black robe, and the nine layers of the other shore flower woven with silver silk thread at the cuffs of the robe were in full bloom, and her long black hair was flying. Under the silver mask, a pair of dark eyes like stars on a winter night were bright and evil. With a ruthless temperament, he walks step by step, domineering like a king.