Chapter 477 (1/2)
Li Yunpeng walked into the hall with his hands on his back.
This foot, let the Temple son almost breathless.
Struggling on the ground for a long time, just about to get up, Li Yunpeng stepped on his chest again.
”Are you the son of the temple?”
”I... I am!”
Li Yunpeng's waving is a big mouth.
Pop!
The voice was clear and loud, and it echoed constantly in the hall of the temple.
They were so scared that they all shivered.
Li Yunpeng's eyes were deep. ”I'll ask you again, are you the son of the temple?”
”I... I...”
Pop!
It's another big palm. It even has a few teeth.
Hum!
Li Yunpeng took out the laser blade and put it on his forehead. ”I don't want to talk nonsense for the third time!”
Shengzi felt the sharp split feeling on his head, and he shivered. He was a level 6 peak evolutor. How could he have no resistance in this hand?
”I... I'm not the son of God...”
WOW!
The Presbyterians were boiling.
”What? It's not the son, mad. He's kneeling on his knees. This grandson, damn it. ”
”Spit, pretend to be the son of God, and punish him for his sin. Send him to the altar of destruction!”
”I don't think this is a saint son when I look at it!”
......
False son in the heart bitter, early know is this ending, kill him not to come.
Li Yunpeng came to the interest, ”you are a false son, then really?”
”Really, he... Died, died...”
When they heard that the son died, the elders came to their hearts.
”Ah? Is the son dead? ”
”God, the son is dead, the temple is finished...”
Li Yunpeng was annoyed by their crying, ”shut up, dute Niang. Is the son your father?”
They all shut up in a hurry, leaving only the sound of sobbing and choking. After Li Yunpeng glared at them, they were completely quiet.
Li Yunpeng sat down and the laser blade in his hand swayed in front of the false son.
”Come on, how did that son of a bitch die? How do you pretend to be? ”
The false son opened his mouth, covered his cheeks, wrinkled his eyes, and cried: ”I'm the guard of the saint son. When I was crossing the border with the saint son, I was attacked by a mutant herd. The saint son fought hard and died. I led my men to escape. On the way, I came up with the idea of replacing it.”
Hum! Fight hard to die? Li Yunpeng is cold in his heart. You are not dead. Can the son die first? If there are no ghosts in it.
But he didn't have time to do justice for that son of a bitch. Since he wanted to come to Xijiang, he didn't hold his good fart. He deserved to die!
Jingle, jingle!
All of a sudden, there was the sound of weapon handover outside.
Li Yunpeng came to the door with his fake son's neck and drove down. It turned out that these people he had brought were in conflict with his 150 guards.
Li Yunpeng is not in a hurry. He sits on a chair to watch the battle. Behind him is a group of fire Temple elders and deacons, who are also watching with relish.
Although there are thousands of people brought by the false son, they may be regarded as the top strong ones outside the territory, but they are obviously not enough to see the guards group composed of all level 6 evolutionists.
Almost 150 people are chasing these thousands of people, while outsiders scurry. Some of them escape from the temple and are caught by 300000 Qingyun soldiers on guard.
After a while, the scene calmed down. In addition to howling and the lifeless corpse, only Li Yunpeng's 150 guards could stand.
The voice of the fire Temple elder behind him was very low, for fear that he would annoy Li Yunpeng.
”Ah, the name of the Moyang Empire really deserves its reputation. I'm afraid all the people in the fire temple can't be stopped!”
”In my opinion, these 150 people are all crawling out of the dead. They have one move in one form. They are extremely ingenious. They exist for the purpose of killing people. They have formed instinct.”
......
Li Yunpeng sneered at it. You woodlouse, Lao Tzu's Konoe, had been trained through 82 passages in the underground world. What kind of despair had not been met? The small scenes had frightened the people down.