The faces of many monks had extremely ugly expressions.

Jueming presided over it, and he was even more annoyed and angry, and the bone joints on his palms creaked and creaked one by one.

His eyes were like angry eyes, bursting out of two substantial optical fibers, and he roared angrily: "You bastard, dare to slander the poor monk." ”

He suddenly made a move, as fast as a thunderous fist, and slammed it into the face of Gongsun Wuji in front of him.

The terrible wind that was blowing in his hands almost suffocated everyone around him.

That sense of oppression, Zhao Hai had only seen it in Han Ying, who shot with all his might.

"Stop!" Zhao Hai subconsciously roared.

He didn't expect that this Jueming host would not take himself as the emperor in his eyes at all, and in front of himself, he would attack Gongsun Wuji in front of him.

Kill people and kill people, dare to do it in a grand manner?

As soon as Han Ying was the first moment, he reached out and hit Jueming's arm, hoping to block his movements.

But I didn't expect that Jueming's profound internal strength was not under Han Ying!

Jue Ming would rather resist Han Ying's palm, but also punched Gongsun Wuji in front of him, and then changed his fist to a palm, grabbed Gongsun Wuji's neck, and broke Gongsun Wuji's neck on the spot.

"Click!" Bang.

Such a terrifying hand force was exerted on Gongsun Wuji's neck, and Gongsun Wuji fell to the ground on the spot.

"Bang!" Blood slowly emerged from Gongsun Wuji's neck.

Before he died, Gongsun Wuji's pupils dilated, and there was a slightly weird smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had died naturally.

It also portends some kind of conspiracy.

Outside the main hall, the clouds were thick, and suddenly there was a thunder "boom".

"Bang!" Han Ying was furious, and slapped Jueming's chest again, "You, a bold monk, actually killed people in front of Your Majesty, what crime should you be guilty of?" ”

Abbot Jueming screamed miserably, with a painful look on his face, bent down, took several steps back, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Buddha beads on his chest were dyed red, and his face instantly turned pale.

Immediately, the entire Buddha hall fell into a strange kind of sabre-rattling.

Han Ying, Lian Shanwei and others were a little shocked, they didn't expect that these monks were so bold that they dared to do it in front of Zhao Hai.

I didn't expect that this Jueming host would be able to forcibly carry Han Ying to do it, which is obviously the strength of Han Ying against or even more than Han Ying.

On the other hand, many monks, especially Abbot Huiyong, were relieved. Either way, what happens happens happens.

Gongsun Wuji is dead, this has become a fact, and he can no longer say who cooperated with him and who protected him.

Everything, death has no proof.

Zhao Hai saw that Gongsun Wuji, who had been arrested with all his hard work, was killed and killed in front of him.

An earth-shattering anger burned in Zhao Hai's heart.

"You bastard! Are you fucking not afraid of death? ”

"Do you have a little bit of me in mind?"

Zhao Hai's eyes were blood-red, like an angry lion, and this momentum suddenly startled all the people of Tianxin Temple present.

"If I don't kill you, I won't be able to quench my anger!"

Jue Ming's whole body trembled, and he immediately knelt down in front of him, begging for mercy and crying: "Your Majesty, this person slanders the villain, but attacking Your Majesty is a big matter!" ”

"The little monk just saw that this grandson Wuji was plotting against him, and the secret weapon in his hand wanted to take His Majesty's life, so he shot out angrily and killed him with one palm."

Han Ying on the side was also furious, and stepped forward and kicked the host Jueming away, "Stay away from Your Majesty!" ”

"You bald donkey, you are full of nonsense, I am next to Your Majesty, how can you allow a prisoner who has been seriously injured all over his body?"

"Besides, what about the secret weapon? Where's the hidden weapon? Why didn't I see it? ”

"You are clearly guilty of the crime, and you are worried that you will be implicated by him, so you are killing people here to get yourself out of the matter."

Jue Ming fell not far away, kept vomiting blood, and then said with a sad face: "Your Majesty, the truth is true, monks don't lie. ”

"The little monk is also a member of Buddhism, how can he kill at will? It's just for His Majesty's safety that he stepped forward to kill him, so as not to hurt His Majesty's dragon body. ”

The expression on the face of the host Jueming was terrified, and the two of them were afraid that Zhao Hai would let someone slaughter him with a knife.

"Can you see the Buddha statues in this hall?"

"Do you still have any rules and precepts in your heart?"

"When I see you, killing people is like killing chickens, which is even sharper than killing people by my generals."

"Don't you have a little fear in your heart? In front of me, he killed people and killed his mouth, and dared to mess around. You really didn't hear what he said before, Jueming presided, can't you stop it? ”

"You're clearly the biggest suspect in this! Saying anything is a dead end. ”

Zhao Hai's voice was cold, as if he was from Jiuyou.

"Han Ying, draw the knife, do it." Zhao Hai turned around, not wanting to look at Jueming in front of him anymore.

Han Ying immediately pulled out the shiny long knife on his waist, revealing his true face of slaughtering Han Ying with blood.

In an instant, a strong evil aura enveloped everyone, making a dark cloud rise in everyone's hearts.

"Jueming, kneel!" Han Ying's voice resounded in Jueming's ears, making Jueming feel a burst of horror.

Although his martial arts are half a pound and eight taels compared to Han Ying, he does not dare to disobey the emperor's orders and fight against the imperial court.

If that were the case, he would not be the only one who would die.

His face was dazed and frightened at this time, and he knelt on the ground, at a loss.

He had no choice but to keep his eyes firmly on his own abbot, Abbot Huiyong.

Now, there is only one person who can save him.

Sure enough, not long after the host Jueming looked over, Abbot Huiyong knelt down in front of Zhao Hai with a "bang".

Abbot Huiyong knelt down, and all the monks of Tianxin Temple in the entire hall knelt down at the same time.

"Your Majesty, Jueming presided, although he was reckless and reckless, but his intention was for His Majesty's safety, and I also asked Your Majesty to bypass Jueming's life for the sake of his sincerity."

Hearing this, Zhao Hai sneered, didn't say a word, and looked coldly at the many monks who knelt down to him around him.

Do you want to let me obey just because there are many people?

I am now the ruler of the world, how can I compromise for you bald asses?

Zhao Hai was so angry at this time that he had forgotten that Tianxin Temple still had the edict of the first emperor.

His heart was full of eyes, and he just wanted Jueming in front of him to die.

Zhao Hai's face was gloomy, and he slowly walked in front of Abbot Huiyong.

"Smack!" A shocking slap resounded throughout the hall.

Everyone, gasp.