Chapter 1120 Kneel down!
The veil on Jia Rui's face was already soaked, and under heavy pressure, it fluttered off. It was only at this time that everyone saw that this woman who was as beautiful as a fairy in the legend had goose skin on her face, her vitality and blood had been pumped out, her face was as white as paper, her eyes were wide open, fish eyes were about to fall out come out.
Is that human being?
Everyone was overwhelmed, the beauty covered by the veil! Is this Miss Jiarui, who is both powerful and beautiful in Danska City, whom everyone can only dream of? Isn't she amazingly beautiful, the only thing in the sky that is unique in the earth? But what do they see now?
Plop!
Both knees hit the ground heavily. This kind of force is much heavier than being pressed down by someone. It is impossible to describe in words the pain on her knees at this time, like countless needles piercing in, but these are nothing compared to the pressure on her shoulders, and the pressure on her chest and back. On the ground, there are forces pushing towards her from all directions. She desperately wanted to mobilize spiritual power from her dantian to resist the heavy pressure on her body, but the blood in her whole body was no longer flowing, and her dantian was like a dead sea, with the shadow of death gathering above her head, as if there were eyes of death staring at her. she!
This feeling, fear to the extreme!
No one would have thought that Miss Jiarui would suddenly kneel on the ground. Everyone stared at her with wide eyes, not understanding what happened. Among the onlookers, there are many masters, but Beitinghuang's methods can only be perceived by the gods, and among these people, only the Lingzong is the highest.
The pressure formed by the heavenly ranks has a direction, but what Jiarui bears is the coercion from all directions, which is fundamentally different from the pressure exerted by the masters of the Lingzong.
The corners of Mo Li's eyes twitched fiercely, he looked at Bei Tinghuang in disbelief, after all he underestimated her. The only explanation is that what this boy mobilized was the aura of heaven and earth to punish Jiarui. If it is really the aura of heaven and earth, then this young man... is he a god?
"No, it's impossible, how is it possible? This young man looks so young. If he is a **** rank, then if we have lived for more than two hundred years and are only spiritual sects, wouldn't our lives be in vain?"
"Yes, it must not be a **** rank. This young man has a treasure in his hand, so he must be a child from that big family!"
"I heard that a strong man of the **** rank will add a wisp of divine sense to the weapon of his child. As long as this wisp of divine sense is activated, he will be able to display the divine power that is only available at the rank of god. It must be so!"
No one wants to see a **** at Bei Tinghuang's age. Those masters in the crowd who have seen a little bit of knowledge like Mo Li have a lot of discussions and various speculations. Look for excuses. But even so, everyone cast a jealous look at Bei Tinghuang, no matter the opponent's means or identity, it was enough to make them take back what they said before, this young man has the power of a god.
Plop! Plop!
There were two more sounds of kneeling on the ground. This time, unlike Miss Jiarui, the two guards at the door knelt down automatically. Fear engulfed their hearts like a poisonous snake. Seeing Jiarui's dying appearance, the two guards who had previously ridiculed Bei Tinghuang and made things difficult could no longer resist the threat of death, and tried to kneel down. Ask for forgiveness.
(end of this chapter)