"Is that right? I'm afraid it's not certain who's going to die!" Suddenly, the gloomy rebuke came out from the thunder regiment. Chen Jiu's figure, like the birth of God Emperor, extinguished the thunder light in his hands and breathed through the sky.

"What? Good boy, he's not dead!" The three saints were shocked, but more angry. "Brothers, these people come to rob us of women, do they have to kill them?"

"Yes, destroying our happy life will definitely kill us!" For a moment, the saints were red-eyed, and the regiment surrounded Chen Jiu.

More than forty people are all heroes of mankind, and their breath is terrible.

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