The genius ninth miss

Chapter 134 The Glory of My God Is Everywhere

But Leng Qianmo stood on the last step of the stairs, leaning on the handrail of the stairs, which was not so obvious.

The Holy Son is the image spokesperson of the God of Judgment. If the Son of God comes down and does not kneel, it is disrespectful to the God of Judgment. In Central Continent, no one dares to blatantly resist the God of Judgment.

As the Holy Son, how could such a weak person be allowed to challenge the majesty of God of Judgment in front of so many people?
The coercion became heavier and heavier, and the coercion of the heavenly rank was directly exerted on Bei Tinghuang, trying to force her to submit.Sweat dripped from the face, and the black clothes, even if they were wet with sweat, could not be seen. This is the advantage of wearing black. No matter whether you bleed or sweat, you will not be known, and you will retain the last bit of pride.

"Ha ha!"

Qingyue's voice resounded in the hall, like a gurgling stream flowing in the mountains, and the tense atmosphere disappeared like ice and snow had just melted. He walked down the stairs, and his footsteps landed on the floor, making a thud-thump-thump sound. He was actually wearing a pair of wooden clogs, which fit perfectly with his image of Shengxue in white clothes.

He took a step lightly, seemingly inadvertently, but stopped between Beitinghuang and Shengzi, his laughter was warm like a spring breeze, "Your Excellency Gu Hao, don't you want to do something with me? "

The pressure dropped suddenly, and the huge contrast made Bei Tinghuang's desperately suppressed Qi and blood surge up, and there was a fishy smell in his mouth, but it was better than the feeling of dying just now. While feeling more grateful, I hate the so-called Temple of Judgment even more.

One day, my lord, I must burn down the Temple of Judgment.

Bei Tinghuang was so angry that she swore secretly in her heart that she was born to be at odds with the Temple of Judgment, and every time she met someone from the Temple of Judgment, nothing good would happen.This time, it wasn't her fault. Was it wrong for her to kick someone like Tyrant out?Who let this holy son pass by the door, besides, his strength is one level higher than hers, wouldn't he avoid it?

It's God's will to be stepped on twice.

How did Bei Tinghuang know that the holy son Gu Hao was sitting in a carriage, and he just got a fourth-order Juyuan pill from the auction house of Shangzhi, which could allow him to be promoted from a sword star to a spiritual master. As for the Three Swords Star Spirit Master, he is the most sought-after treasure in this year's Shangzhi auction. If he didn't rely on the strength of the Judgment Temple, how could he get the Juyuan Pill?

The earth-level spiritual master, the first-level nine-star, and the sky-level spiritual master, in order to avoid the word "star" in the star spiritual master, it is easy to pronounce, the middle continent is used to calling the level in the first level the nine swords, and the seven swords are also the watershed of Dao , Seven swords and above are high swords, or peaks.

Gu Hao almost couldn't wait to take it. He thought that no one dared to approach the carriage of the Judgment Temple. Sitting in the carriage, he would be promoted without any burden. How could he have thought that there would be two dirty big feet straight If it wasn't for Gu Hao's strong mental strength and it was the last moment of promotion, Gu Hao would not have only two footprints on his body, but would have lost his life.

A life-and-death experience, not to mention that Gu Hao is just a holy son, even a saint would be angry, right?

"Your Excellency Leng Qianmo, the brilliance of gods is everywhere. Although this is the merchant's club, in order to avoid harm to my god's people, this hall will promise not to do anything here. This hall cannot tolerate this judge of God and will take her away. Please, Your Excellency Leng Qianmo, please do me a favor!" Gu Hao pointed to Bei Tinghuang, a handsome face was covered with a layer of frost, which reminded Bei Tinghuang of a word "zombie face".

(End of this chapter)