After a brief loss of consciousness, Blue Bottle said disdainfully: "What do you think I should say?"

The bearded man was transformed by a demonic beast, not only the people in the audience were frightened, but the blue bottle was also surprised. The development of the immortal news to this point is that no one can predict it in advance, and there is no way to guess what will happen next, but one thing is certain, the benevolence of the Dharma Venerable preached by the Han Dynasty before, I am afraid that not many people believe it.

No matter how ignorant people are, it is much more difficult to expect a monster to lead a person to be called an immortal than a sow to go up a tree.

The crowd was quiet again, and many people had disappointed and dazed expressions on their faces, and at this moment they finally realized that the protagonist of this conference was not Miao Yinmen, not Blue Bottle, or even Thirteen Lang.

Communicating public opinion and propagating the Tao is the purpose of Xianxun, compared to this, other contents are interludes and should be ignored or postponed.

Mr. Eight Fingers did not do this, he insisted on pointing the finger at Miaoyinmen, and even threw aside what the big man should do.

This is obviously not very reasonable, whether the Great Han is a human or a demon, what does it have to do with the Miaoyin Sect? There are so many sects in the world that need medicine to assist in refining corpses, how can it be said that it is the work of the Miaoyin Sect monks? If he boldly takes a step back and connects the Great Han with the Lingmiao Fazun, it is far-fetched, because he has never admitted that he is a descendant of the Fazun, let alone any believer.

The key to fanatical belief lies in the word "madness," and if they dare not even reveal their identity, how can it be called fanatical belief? If there is no madness, what does it matter what the people believe? Believe it or not!

Thinking about it upside down, I can't figure out weishenme. Thousands of faces in the audience have different expressions, and thousands of people have thousands of thoughts, and it is difficult to condense as just now. I have gone through so many twists and turns over and over again. Whether they like it or not, people have finally learned not to be impulsive. Forcibly hold down the restlessness in your heart and look down.

Blue Bottle's answer. Thirteen Lang had expected it, his face showed a little disappointment, and he said lightly: "Do you still want to deny that this matter is related to Miaoyinmen?"

Blue Bottle replied: "It's nothing, why deny it." ”

Thirteen Lang said: "With your ability, you should be able to see that he still has residual medicinal properties in his body. ”

Blue Bottle said, "And then?"

Thirteen Lang said: "These medicines are too cherished, only the Miaoyin Gate has them." ”

When this sentence was spoken, the people in the audience were a little convinced, and Elder Tubang shook his head again and again, thinking in his heart that Mr. was not capable of planting false accusations. The world is so big, how can there be a unique medicinal material.

Blue Bottle said sarcastically: "The words of the adults can only deceive the people, and cannot convince any monks. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "The people never need to deceive, and the person who wants to deceive them is not me, but"

The words were interrupted, and Thirteen Lang looked up at the sky, his face slightly condensed. At the same time, the whistling sound swept like thunder. Several Changhong flew quickly, and the sound of panic and anger exploded into people's ear drums one after another.

"Lord Qiqi Xiao, there is a riot in the Xianxuntai in the city lord district. The fanatics slaughtered the people indiscriminately, and the leading monk was captured by the Great Elder and died by suicide. ”

"Lord Xiao. There was a riot in the Shining District, and the fanatics stormed Sendai without success. The four monks blew themselves up, but fortunately it didn't happen. ”

"Riots in the Horned District. The fanatics set themselves on fire, and the leader led three monks to kill indiscriminately, killing and injuring more than a dozen students, and the people had no choice. ”

"In the riots in the Chin district, the fanatical monks led the believers to blow themselves up, one elder was seriously injured, and the rest were killed and injured. ”

"The turmoil in the barbarian region has released an unknown smoke for the first monk, which has inspired a large number of barbarians to go berserk, and now the fierce battle has not stopped, and the casualties cannot be counted. ”

"Grey District Riots"

"Enough!"

With each piece of news, Mr. Eight Fingers' face became more and more ugly, and his eyes became more cold and sharp. Stopping people from coming, Thirteen Lang Zuihou glanced at the blue bottle, and refused to delay for a moment.

"Fear!"

Three silver balls of light flew out of his palm, floated into the air and shattered, and three clusters of crimson light scattered in all directions, like three dazzling suns, enveloping the entire garden within it. A feeling of palpitations arose, and at this moment, almost everyone had a feeling that there seemed to be three sky-swallowing beasts above their heads, which could swallow ten thousand people in one bite.

Fear, there is no other feeling, only boundless fear. The angry are gone, the sad forget their grief, the desperate are even more desperate, and the one who is ready to start or flee has lost their way and is left with only fear.

People stood blankly in place, staring at the sky with stunned expressions, waiting for death to come.

At the beginning, a thousand troops were decided, and it didn't take a trace of effort to destroy Chen Shan's 5,000 iron armor, but today, the old trick is repeated, and the evil qi released by Mr. Eight Fingers is stronger, and the scope is larger, and it is more difficult to prevent.

The three evil spirit balls were shot, and Thirteen Lang didn't have any explanation, and even threw the habit of declaring his guilt before he died, and only drank a word.

"Slash!"

"Kill!"

More than 100 echoes rang out at the same time, and the killing machines distributed in all corners of the crowd were also released. Carmen's huge body rose into the sky, and the four long arrows had already struck. The khakika disciple and dozens of Sky Wolf Iron Guards flashed out, their fists, feet and horizontal knives crackling and exploding, killing the target who had already seen Haode.

There was no screaming, because it was too late, but there was a failure, because there was no way to escape, only death and fallen bodies, and blooming blood.

Tens of thousands of people did not react, looking at the killing that happened around them with dull eyes, watching the figures that scurried before turn into corpses, and watching the heads rolling down, shocked but unable to lose color.

Extreme horror overwhelmed their hearts and imprisoned their gods, and they didn't know what to do but stand still and watch all this.

Fear comes and goes quickly, the vast space and the never-ending time are the strongest ways to eliminate the supernatural powers, and after a while, people wake up from the daze, Shijie has completely changed.

I don't know how many people died, there was blood everywhere on the ground, and the frightened people instinctively scattered and avoided as far away as possible from the corpses. The arena soon became empty or crowded, and tens of thousands of people crowded into a dozen large and small circles, with the battlefield in the middle.

The term battlefield is not appropriate, from the time Shisanro shouted that fear to everyone stopping the knife in their hands. The Manchu Communist Party is only five breaths.

A boy of seven or eight years old did not have time to leave, standing stupidly between two corpses. Blankly staring at a skull rolling to his feet, his eyes of despair were not closed. Right in his eyes.

A strong man with a wide horizontal knife came over, half-squatted and touched the boy's head, muttered something, and shouted, "Whose child?"

"My child, my child, my child," a woman squeezed out of the crowd, staggered and crawled to the big man, hugged the boy and cried, "Don't, don't, don't kill me."

The strong man was puzzled when he heard this, glared at her and said, "Don't you want to leave?"

"You let me go, I'll go, I'll go. I"

The woman trembled violently, and she wanted to get up and leave with her son in her arms, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she could not straighten her waist. After struggling several times, the woman felt that she had missed the opportunity to escape, and fell helplessly to the ground, wailing and crying.

The strong man felt bored, grinned sullenly and shyly, rubbed the boy's head and said, "Boy." You're a man, don't learn from your mother. ”

The boy looked blankly at the strong man, not knowing what he meant.

The strong man was furious and scolded: "Little rabbit cub." You're a gentleman, don't you take your mother with you, don't pretend!"

Wow, the child cried loudly, but he didn't dare not listen to the strong man. Supporting his mother hard, his small body was half-supporting, half-dragging, half-kneeling and half-crawling. There was a lot of blood on the clothes.

"That's what it sounds like. Behind him, the strong man was more satisfied with his methods. Clapping his hands and turning around, his fierce gaze looking around.

"Look at what! in the stands!"

The people around him collectively shuddered, turned their heads with hesitation and horror on their faces, and looked at the high platform again.

On the stage, Shisanlang's gaze fell in mid-air, to be precise, on the battlefield where he was killing, as if he was observing and feeling something, and his expression was realized.

"I see. ”

"I see. ”

Blue Bottle was also saying this, and said slowly: "When I get to Zuihou, the adult's favorite thing is to kill." ”

Thirteen Lang woke up from his thoughts, turned his head to look at the blue bottle, and said, "You're right. No matter how clever the strategy is, Zuihou will fall on killing. ”

Blue Bottle's face was slightly sarcastic, and said, "After killing so many people, do you feel better?"

"Four foreign monks with an aura similar to his, and one hundred and thirty-eight fanatics, all of whom have taken some kind of madness-inducing drug. If Miss Lan doesn't believe it, she can order some in person. ”

Blue Bottle's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't believe that Thirteen Lang was so powerful. Tens of thousands of people are covering, and those people all have secret methods to cover up, and to find them out one by one, it is not possible to do it with divine sense. If you think about the fact that Thirteen Lang has been busy dealing with the scene in front of him, it seems even more incredible.

"Don't think about it, I've got helpers. You don't care what it is, you won't be mistaken anyway. ”

Thirteen Lang said lightly, and looked back at the big man whose eyes gradually became desperate, and his eyes became more and more disgusted.

"Don't you admit it yet?"

His voice grew colder, and he said word for word: "I already know what the other party is up to, and even who he is, what he has done to you, and what he will do next." ”

When these words came out, both Blue Bottle and Dahan were stunned, thinking to themselves who he was talking to? Or was he just fooling around, so he was playing tricks.

After thinking about it seriously, Blue Bottle decided to defend herself, and said, "My lord has proved that fanatics can be killed, but that's wonderful."

Thirteen Lang waved his hand and said, "It's boring." ”

"Blue Bottle doesn't understand at all.

"It's boring!"

Thirteen Lang raised his hand and summoned lightly, and the palm of illusion reached into the big man's body, retrieved the little ape that looked like a primordial infant but was not a primordial infant, and turned to look at the unknown sky.

"It is rumored that the mountain monarch's subordinates can be killed but not humiliated. Today I will not only kill him, but also divide his corpse and uncover his skin, dig out his heart and burn his bones.

Sincerely ask for praise and recommendation, ask for a subscription to the genuine version, a few pennies for support, click on the mouse two points, the old gun is urgently needed, thank you!

(To be continued......)