No one knows that in Huiyong's heart, at this time, it is like turning over the river and the sea, and the momentum is monstrous, to the point that it cannot be suppressed.

But there is an evil Buddha in his heart, and he said to him, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan.

It's okay to die a Jue Ming, but if you even get in, then the entire Tianxin Temple may also be in danger.

Because of small losses, regardless of the overall situation, I'm afraid it won't work.

Therefore, in the end, Huiyong restrained all his emotions, and his face was light and cloudy, and there were no waves in the ancient well.

He didn't say a word, and he didn't intend to ignore Zhao Hai.

This is also a signal, which means that the next matter is at your disposal, Your Majesty, and I will not interfere in other matters.

Zhao Hai naturally saw Abbot Huiyong's thoughts, so he said to Jueming in a cold voice: "Continue to abolish him until I am satisfied." ”

Zhao Hai's cold words were almost a slap in the face, and he slapped the faces of everyone in Tianxin Temple fiercely.

Many monks dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Many warrior monks originally wanted to take out their weapons and have a good fight with Zhao Hai's brocade guards.

But seeing the tragic situation of Jueming, the head of the warrior monks, no one dared to come forward again.

Many warrior monks, no matter how angry they were, could only break their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs.

The word grievance filled the hearts of all the monks of Tianxin Temple.

In the next second, Han Ying's scream came out again, "Ah! ”

I saw that one of his feet was trampled off by Han Ying, and it was immediately twisted into a terrifying arc.

When everyone saw it, it was as if they could feel the great torture and pain that Jueming was suffering at this time.

At this moment, it seemed that the torture was intense to a certain extent, and it actually made Jueming begin to regain his clear consciousness.

He looked at Han Ying in front of him and said angrily, "You old thief! You abolished my martial arts, but you don't want to get out of the way! ”

Jue Ming was so desperate that he stabbed Han Ying with the upper arm of his broken arm.

No one could have imagined how bold it would be to act like this.

What kind of pain did he endure and fight back frantically?

Soon, this weakly flicked arm rushed to Han Ying's face.

Unfortunately, the miracle did not happen.

Han Ying just sneered and avoided the blow presided over by Jueming, and then said with a sneer: "You still don't know how to repent and don't know how to teach a lesson. ”

"It was in vain that Your Majesty bypassed your life, and in vain Abbot Huiyong, trying to intercede for you."

After saying that, Han Ying actually pulled out a knife from his waist and stabbed it at the armpit in front of Jue Ming.

In the next second, Jueming was poked in the armpit, and curled up into a shrimp in pain again, and at this moment, Jueming's horizontal kung fu that had been practiced on his arm for many years was all abolished.

From then on, no matter how strong Jueming's will was, it would not be possible to exert the same energy as before.

"Bang!" Blades slashed through the air.

Two more lightning slashes went down, and the hamstrings on Jueming's feet were broken.

Originally, his legs were trampled off, and he was treated with peerless medicine, and there was the possibility of tying them up and growing them again.

But now, Jue Ming's hamstrings have been picked, and he has no chance to turn over from then on.

Jue Ming let out a cry of pain and sorrow, so that everyone who heard it couldn't help but want to cover their ears.

Zhao Hai stood in front of Jueming, looked at Jueming who was curled up in a ball, twitching and rolling violently, and said, "Jueming, I ask you a few questions. ”

"If you are willing to confess, I will promise to let you go."

"I ask you, what is going on with this Gongsun Wuji? Who is behind everything and controls everything? ”

"As long as you say it, I won't kill you, and I can even help you get back the broken bones on your body, and help you keep the most important dantian for people who practice martial arts, what do you think?"

Jue Ming's sweat was raining down, and the anger and pain all over his body almost made him lose his mind.

Looking at Zhao Hai's eyes again, they were as scarlet as blood, as if he was looking at his father-killing enemy, "You died of this heart." ”

"I don't know anything about Gongsun Wuji."

"As for Your Majesty, if you kill the monks for no reason and make a lot of blood in the temple, you just wait for retribution."

Zhao Hai sneered, "I am the Son of Heaven of Great Qin, and the matter of retribution should be given to you." ”

"I don't know if I will be punished as you say in the future, but what I do know is that you will be miserable next."

"As the head of the warrior monks in the entire Tianxin Temple, your martial arts are extremely high, and even Han Ying may not be able to capture you in your heyday."

"And now, I'm going to take away your martial arts, abolish your dantian, and make you a complete waste, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Jueming's heart immediately chuckled, and he was inexplicably flustered.

He didn't expect that Zhao Hai would really do such a thing and abolish his dantian.

Now for him, death is not terrible at all.

The most terrible thing is that Zhao Hai left his life, but he turned him into a useless waste.

In this way, he will suffer far more for the rest of his life than he does now.

The great fear made him float around as if he was sinking in a sea of ice, extremely suffocating.

Again, he subconsciously looked at his life-saving straw, Abbot Huiyong.

Now, at this moment, in this world, there is only one person who can save him, and this person is Abbot Huiyong.

But when his hopeful gaze was projected, all he saw was a sigh and Hyeyoung who closed his eyes.

Hye-young sent him a signal that Hye-young was powerless either.

"Nan no Amitabha ......" I don't know when it started, and Abbot Huiyong's mouth began to recite the Sutra of Rebirth.

This is the scripture used to give transcendence to the deceased.

Immediately afterwards, after Abbot Huiyong recited the Sutra of Rebirth, more and more monks of Tianxin Temple began to recite this scripture at the same time.

For a while, the entire hall was filled with the whispered murmurs and chanting of monks.

So reverent, so sacred, that it immersed all in a solemn atmosphere.

And Jueming presided over the next fate, as if it was set by the recitation of the scriptures of the past life.

Jueming trembled deeply and closed his eyes, and at this moment even his breath seemed to be breathing the fierce wind above the Arctic Ice Ocean, which made his lungs tingle.

I don't know when he began, he has become a person who must be sacrificed in the entire Tianxin Temple.

Jue Ming laughed madly, and then looked at Zhao Hai, "The poor monk said it, and he said it before." ”

"I don't know anything about Gongsun Wuji."

"If you insist on going your own way and insist on thinking that I have something to do with him, then let it be you, Your Majesty is willing to kill, and the poor monk is also willing to die!"