Fighter of the Destiny

The King of Linghai and Taoist Siyuan arrived at both ends of the square at some unknown time.

The knights who had just started to charge stopped their horses. Those fanatical believers who were still crying a moment ago were already being led away by Anwar and retreated into the distance. From time to time, they looked back at the middle of the fighting field with expressions on their faces. Somewhat uneasy.

In addition to the Dark Willow and the Falling Star Stone, the auras of the Mountains and Rivers Map and the Heavenly Seal have also appeared in the Li Palace.

Under the sudden suppression of the palace formation, Wu Daozi lost his last chance to fight back.

A short knife was stabbed into his lower abdomen. If his eyesight was better, he should have been able to see the knife turning half a circle in his abdomen.

Wu Daozi let out a shrill cry of pain, and the paintbrush in his hand and the paint tray hidden in his sleeve fell down, smashing into pieces on the bluestone.

Hu Thirty-Two pulled out the short knife and thrust it towards Wu Daozi's other intact foot, quickly, stably and accurately.

When doing these things, his expression was very calm, or very focused, as if he had forgotten everything outside him.

Wu Daozi screamed again and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Blood kept pouring out of his body, and the scene looked extremely bloody and cruel.

As a painting saint, Wu Daozi is naturally quite extraordinary. Even if he started to practice later and lived for a thousand years, his realm has already reached an unfathomable level. Even if he is suppressed by the Li Palace Formation, he will not be so quick. Captured without hesitation.

But there was no room for error in this matter, and after they left later, they could not leave any possibility for the opponent to counterattack, so Chen Changsheng could only use such a bloody fighting method and used the most perverted knife of Hu Sanji.

An Liu left the ground and returned to the hands of the King of Linghai. The Falling Star Stone flashed a few rays of light and returned to the scabbard.

"You won't die, so don't worry."

Chen Changsheng removed the golden needle and inserted it into several important Qi orifices of Wu Daozi to stop the bleeding in his abdomen.

Wu Daozi's face was pale, and with uncontrollable anger and absurd emotions, he shouted and cursed: "How dare you hurt me!"

Chen Changsheng took out three different pills from his sleeve and fed them into his mouth without answering him.

Wu Daozi said sharply: "This is what Mr. Wang means!"

Chen Changsheng still ignored him and confirmed that the injury on the sole of his foot should be fine.

Wu Daozi felt that the wound was getting more and more painful, and he was extremely angry. He looked at him and cursed loudly, with more and more dirty words.

Chen Changsheng glanced at him, his eyes calm and bright.

Hu Sanji asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want another blow?"

Wu Daozi suddenly felt like a knife was twisting in his abdomen. He was so frightened that he subconsciously closed his mouth.

Anwar came to the venue.

Chen Changsheng said: "I will hand him over to you."

Anhua already knew the identity of the old man in gray robe. He was a little nervous, but he still nodded.

Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "The palace will become relatively empty later. If anyone comes..."

Anwar's voice trembled: "I will kill him."

Chen Changsheng looked at her and said calmly and seriously: "I mean, no matter who comes."

This sentence refers to the middle-aged scholar.

When it comes to his status or reputation in the hearts of the people, even if he has been raised for many years, he will still be far inferior to the other party.

Only people like Anwar would ignore the other person's existence because of him.

"Whoever comes, I will kill him."

Anwar answered quickly this time, his voice calmed down and no longer trembled, and he seemed very firm.

King Linghai and Taoist Siyuan looked at her appreciatively, and the former even taught her a move.

"Remember to chop the head off, it will ensure the kill."

After hearing this, Anwar, who finally calmed down, felt a little stupid again.

Finally, Hu Sanji put his short knife into her hand and said with a smile: "My knife is faster."

The sound of hoofbeats started again, smoke rose and fell again, and the palace soon became deserted.

The ordinary believers were standing outside, and there were only Wu Daozi in a pool of blood and Anhua holding a short knife in both hands.

The two thousand cavalrymen of the National Religion followed the Shinto and left the palace. I don't know how many shocking discussions it will cause.

All the bishops and deacons, including King Linghai, Taoist Siyuan, and Hu Thirty-Two, also left.

No one noticed that Gou Hanshi and other Lishan Sword Sect disciples in Xuanwen Hall also left, and the Archbishop Zongsi left.

There is no one in the Li Palace, and because of the movement at the Tianshu Mausoleum, there is no one outside the Palace.

But those candidates who participated in the Great Imperial Examination did not know about this matter at all, and neither did the bishops who presided over the Great Imperial Examination in Qingye World.

If someone had analyzed it, they might have discovered that most of the priests still in Qingye's world belonged to the old sect of the state religion.

Of course, the Jiaoshu Office was originally the center of the old sect of the state religion, and it was a matter of course that the Jiaoxu Office was responsible for the imperial examination.

In advance, no one could object to the Pope's decision.

The girl in black picked up the pot of green leaves and walked outside Qingxian Hall.

Most of the teaching center was taken away by her like this.

Her expression was very indifferent, because in her opinion, this was just a very ordinary trivial matter.

Today, she has to do many big things.

For example, take revenge on the middle-aged scholar.

…

…

That middle-aged scholar was naturally Wang Zhice.

How to describe him?

No adjective can be used to describe this person.

He is a true legend.

He holds an unimaginable position in the history of the human race, except that he has never been an emperor. Even now, he is still the most trusted commander and closest partner of the Demon Clan. At the same time, he is also the most feared and admired strong man by the Demon Clan princes in Xue Lao City.

Looking at Wang Zhice, Xu Yourong suddenly laughed.

She knew very well that although they were both old people from the Taizong era, the relationship between Wang Zhice and Shang Xingzhou was not good.

In Taizong's later years, the relationship between them became even more obscure and sinister.

Just like Wu Daozi, who should be in the palace at this time, what he fears most in the world is the old devil, and his second fear is Shang Xingzhou.

Or should I say Ji Taoist.

The portraits on Lingyan Pavilion were all painted by Wu Daozi.

But most of the people in the portrait were killed by Taoist Ji.

Time cannot completely eliminate hostility and fear, even if it takes hundreds of years. They should obviously be enemies, so why are they joining forces today?

Xu Yourong didn't ask because she knew the answer.

It’s just words like the overall situation, the world, the demon clan, and the Northern Expedition.

She suddenly thought, if the empress was still alive, what would she do in such a situation?

The empress would probably sigh with ridicule and contempt: Man...

Thinking of that scene, Xu Yourong's smile became even brighter.

Wang Zhice asked: "Why is the saint laughing?"

Xu Yourong suppressed her smile and said calmly: "Because I suddenly discovered a possibility."

Wang Zhice said gently: "Please tell me."

"You always don't show up when you should show up, but you just jump out when you shouldn't show up."

Xu Yourong looked at him and asked calmly: "Master Wang, are you old and confused?"