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Chapter 1817
On the cliff hung all the people, all the people of the Naran royal family.
Apart from him and Ryukyu, there are many.
There are their wives and sons, brothers and sisters, parents and relatives
All of them, all tied here, all hung on the cliff.
As soon as the priests start, h.e.l.l is waiting for them.
Let the king of Hades see countless scenes.
It has been practiced in front of Mount Tai avalanche for a long time, but it is still there.
At this time, it is almost impossible to support itself.
If it wasn't for the trick he had trapped them, the drugs would have paralyzed them for a while.
How can a priest get it? How is that possible?
It's not good that he killed so many children in the island.
Today, I will kill all my people, all the people of Nalan, before
Watching the hanging cliff.
He is a member of the nine clans of the Naran royal family, who is clearly in danger, but he can't stop swearing and dying without lowering his head.
There was no expression on his face, but his whole body was shaking.
And the Ming island civil and military officials who rushed up after them also took this scene in their eyes.
Don't take a breath of air conditioner from Qi Qi.
For so many years, the island of Hades has never executed all the nine ethnic groups on the cliff.
But today, at the beginning, it was the royal family. This
"It's shameful that the king of the Ming island has abandoned the Ming island."
In the middle of the shock, a voice that sounded extremely sacred and almost let people hear it and wors.h.i.+p it sounded coldly.
Everyone looks up.
Under the golden light.
The other end of the white jade bridge.
On the white jade steps of the holy temple, a white robed, almost spotless man stood on it in the autumn wind.
A white jade crown is tied on the black hair.
His face is not beautiful. He looks forty or fifty years old.
But the whole body of the dust breath.
It's as if all the dust in the world is clean.
There is no other language to describe it except holy.
It seems that people who come out of the sky are doing such cruel and cold things.
In this comparison, it's almost subversive.
