The island is in the extreme day, the night is in the extreme, and the sky is like ink.

After the entire Polar Day Island entered the polar night period, it seemed as if there was no light anymore. In addition to the Eskimos on the Arctic Plain, a trace of candlelight came from the workers' camp where oil was being taken nearby, and the rest was endless darkness.

Although the night is daunting, the island is brightly lit at this time. Countless people gather in a corner of the island, looking into the distance, looking thousands of meters away.

The eyesight of warriors and psychics is comparable to that of raptors. They only need to be a little more serious and can see them thoroughly even in the dark, while ordinary people can only use telescopes to view them.

"Why are there so many people coming to Jiyue Island this year?"

York, an Eskimo man living not far from the Polar Day Island, sat in the smirk and said with a depressed expression: "It's really too many."

Although there are many people who come to the Arctic, such as tourists, oil teams, scientific research teams, etc., they have seen many.

But this time, it can almost be said to be the largest traffic in the Arctic, and there are still a steady stream of tourists coming, as if something big is about to happen.

Visitors come, which is also a share of income for those of the Eskimos. Many people want to visit the igloo and taste local food, and the price they pay is often several times their annual income.

But there are joys and sorrows, and York's life has been seriously affected. Usually, Yorkba didn't have to come to visit more tourists, but now he has expanded to the point where he hopes that tourists will leave quickly.

"What are you complaining about? Where do children get their money for school? It's not from these people, otherwise what can we live? You rely on fishing and hunting?"

York's wife, who was in a corner of the smirk, looked at her three sleeping children and said unhappyly.

York took a sip of cigarettes, sighed, and said, "That's right, at worst I won't go fishing this year. Come on more people and earn more money to move to the town."

Their family of five has lived here for almost ten years and has been living in poverty. York's biggest dream is to send the children to the town to study.

"Swish swish swish swish."

A whistling sound of wind suddenly came from outside the snow house, as if something was passing through the sky, and there seemed to be a lot of them. York quickly got up and walked out of the house to check.

At this time, York's home

The Alaska, who was raised, suddenly stood up. Alaska, which was more than half a meter tall, seemed to feel something terrible, and her hair was standing upside down.

"What's wrong with Ado? Usually it's not afraid of polar bears."

York became more and more strange. He walked outside the house and looked up and saw a scene that would be unforgettable for life.

In the sky, dense figures were flying towards the direction of Jiyue Island. Each of them was wearing black armor and was in the air, like locusts, making his scalp numb.

"What's going on?" York couldn't help but say hoarsely, his mind full of shock.

Alaska at her feet was so scared that she lay on the ground, with her front paws on her eyes, as if she felt extremely dangerous.

York held Alaska's trembling body and comforted it, but Alaska was still scared, and even when facing death, it had never happened.

"Hello."

Just as York was about to look up, several old men in ancient Holy See robes walked towards him. The old man at the front was holding a thick ancient book in his hand, sewn with gold thread, and the title was unknown.

York was stunned for a moment. These old men spoke ancient Eskimo. Although he was a little unfamiliar, he quickly understood.

The old man said to York: "There will be a trial here, which may affect you, so I will advise you to leave quickly."

York wanted to nod and say yes, but he found that for some reason, as an Eskimo, he had already been used to the cold of the Arctic, but his whole body was cold and his throat was hoarse and he couldn't say a word.

"Husband, who are you talking to?"

York's wife walked out of the smirk and said in confusion: "We can't leave. After leaving, we have no source of income. How can our family of five live?"

She thought that some land management person asked their family to move out, but although the old men in front of her seemed very mysterious, they were obviously not.

“This is easy to deal with.”

The old man smiled slightly and smiled warmly: "I promise you 100 million US dollars of living expenses, which can be obtained from any bank in Europe. You only need to report your account name."

"One, billion US dollars?!"

York's wife was already stunned. She was shocked by the numbers, and immediately disbelieve: "How is it possible, you are here

What a joke?"

"Account name, adjudication department."

The old man didn't answer, and after that, he flew away and disappeared into the darkness.

When York's wife saw this scene, she immediately fell to the ground and bowed, thinking that she had encountered the god who came down to earth.

"It's four thousand supernatural deceased soldiers!"

Many people from the underground world looked at the darkness in the distance and finally couldn't help but shout.

More than 4,000 superpowers wearing vital armor stood on the plain, still moving like an army, quietly waiting for something.

After a while, seven old men walked out from behind many supernatural beings. They each held an ancient book in their hands, with wise and magical eyes.

"Is this the legendary Seven Saints?"

The psychic said in shock that the legendary Judgment Department had seven saints, each of which had the strength of the holy realm. They joined forces to calm the war in Europe, let Europe and the United States and other regions get peace, and begin to develop rapidly.

Even these seven saints have even judged the celestial beings in the Eastern Martial Arts Realm. They are famous for their reputations and are completely inconsistent with the current martial arts realm.

"If they were still alive, they would probably be at least thousands of years old, it would be impossible!"

Another Eastern warrior couldn't believe it.

"Son, it's time for you to appear."

The old man standing in front of the voice was calm, but it was thunderous, and the sound waves actually spread out in a form visible to the naked eye.

Soon, under the gaze of everyone, Qin Fei and the Feiyumen appeared on the other side of the plain.

Qin Fei walked forward with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, and seemed to have no concern about today's decisive battle.

Long Lingyin, who was standing behind Qin Fei, frowned and said, "Do these seven saints really have the innate abilities of the holy realm?"

"Three holy realms, four peaks of fusion."

Qin Fei could see the strength of the seven old men at a glance. Such a lineup was not on the same level as the elders of the Star Realm in Kunlun Fairyland.

However, their other reliance was four thousand supernatural death warriors and the two-patterned spiritual armor they wore.

"The ruling is finally about to begin."

Zeus, the peak fusion powerhouse who came to the Polar Day Island to watch the battle, murmured to himself:

"I wonder if it is the Holy Son who continues the undefeated myth or is he or she is judged by the Judgment Department?"
Chapter completed!