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The knights who had just begun to charge stopped their mounts, and the fanatical believers were still crying a moment ago, but at this time they had been led by Anwar to retreat into the distance, and from time to time they looked back at the middle of the battle field, looking a little uneasy.

In addition to the dark willow and the falling star stone, the breath of the mountain and river diagram and the heavenly seal has also appeared in the palace.

Under the sudden suppression of the palace array, Wu Daozi lost the last chance to counterattack.

A short knife stabbed him in the lower abdomen, and if his eyesight had improved, he should still be able to see the knife spinning half a circle in his abdomen.

Wu Daozi let out a terrible cry of pain, and the paintbrush in his hand and the paint tray hidden in his sleeve fell, smashing all over the bluestone slab.

Hu Thirty-two short knives were pulled out and plunged towards Wu Daozi's other intact foot, fast, stable, and accurate.

When he did these things, he looked calm, or rather focused, as if he had forgotten everything outside of him.

Wu Daozi let out a miserable scream again, fell to the ground, and could no longer get up.

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

As a painting saint, Wu Daozi naturally has something beyond ordinary people, even if he only started to practice later and lived for a thousand years, his realm has already reached an unfathomable point, even if he is suppressed by the palace array, he will not be caught so quickly.

But this matter cannot be lost, and after they leave later, they can't leave any possibility for the other party to fight back, so Chen Changsheng can only use such a bloody fighting method and use the most perverted knife of Hu Thirty-two.

Dark Willow left the ground and returned to the hands of the King of the Rising Sea, and the Falling Star Stone flickered a few rays of light before returning to its scabbard.

"You're not going to die, so, don't worry. ”

Chen Changsheng untied the golden needle and pierced several important qi points of Wu Daozi to stop the bleeding in his abdomen.

Wu Daozi's face was pale, with irrepressible anger and absurdity, and he shouted and scolded: "You actually dare to 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 Lord Wang meant!"

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

Wu Daozi felt that the injury was getting more and more painful, and he was extremely angry, watching him scold loudly, and the foul language became more and more obscene.

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

Hu Thirty-two asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, do you want to make up for it again?"

Wu Daozi suddenly felt that his abdomen was like a knife, and he was extremely frightened, and he subconsciously closed his mouth.

Anwar came to the room.

Chen Changsheng said, "I'll hand him over to you." ”

Anwar already knew the identity of the gray-robed old man, and was a little nervous, but he still nodded.

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "The palace will become relatively empty later, if someone comes, ......"

Anwar's voice trembled slightly: "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 in the hearts of the people, or prestige, even if he raises him for many years, he is still far inferior to the other party.

Only a person like Anwar would ignore the existence of the other party because of him.

"Whoever comes, I'm going to kill him. ”

Anwar replied quickly this time, and his voice calmed down and stopped trembling, appearing very firm.

The King of Linghai and Si Yuan Daoren glanced at her with admiration, and the former even taught a trick.

"Remember to cut off your head, this will ensure killing. ”

Hearing this, Anwar, who had finally calmed down, was a little stupid again.

Finally, Tosir-2 slipped his short knife into her hand and said with a smile, "My knife is faster." ”

The sound of hooves rose again, the smoke and dust rose and fell, and the palace soon became deserted.

Those ordinary believers were guarding outside, and there were only Wu Daozi in a pool of blood and An Hua in both hands holding a short knife in both hands.

Two thousand national cavalry drove out of the palace along the Shinto, and I don't know how many shocking discussions it would cause.

All the bishops and deacons, including the King of Linghai, Si Yuan Daoren, and Hu Thirty-two, also left.

No one noticed that the disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect who were waiting for Gou Hanshi in the Xuanwen Hall also left, and the sect archbishop left.

There is no one in the palace anymore, because of the movement on the side of the Tianshu Tomb, there is no one outside the palace.

But those candidates who took the Great Dynasty Examination didn't know about it at all, and neither did the bishops who presided over the Great Imperial Examination in the Aoba World.

If anyone has analyzed it, they may find that most of the priests who are still in the Aoba world belong to the old school of the state religion.

Of course, the Religious Office was originally the concentration of the old school of the State Church, and it was a matter of course that the Religious Office was in charge of the Great Imperial Examination.

No one could have objected to the Pope's decision beforehand.

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

Most of the cardinals were taken away by her like this.

She looked indifferent, because it seemed to her that it was just a very ordinary thing.

Today, she has a lot of big things to do.

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

......

......

That middle-aged scholar is naturally Wang Zhice.

How should I describe him?

No amount of adjectives are worthy of this person.

He is a true legend.

He held an unimaginable place in the history of the Terrans, except that he had never been an emperor. Even now, he is still the most trusted commander and closest partner of the demon clan, and at the same time, he is also the strongest man that those demon princes in the old city of Snow fear and worship the most.

Looking at Wang Zhice, Xu Yourong suddenly laughed.

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

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

Just like Wu Daozi, who should be in the palace at this time, what he is most afraid of in the world is the old demon king, and the second thing he is afraid of is Shang Xingzhou.

Or should I say the Taoist people.

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

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

Time cannot completely eliminate hostility and fear, even if they should be opponents for hundreds of years, why are they joining forces today?

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

It's just the words "the overall situation", "the world", "the demons", and "the Northern Expedition".

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

Niangniang will probably sigh with mockery and contempt: Man......

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

Wang Zhice asked, "Why is the holy woman laughing?"

Xu Yourong smiled and said lightly: "Because I suddenly discovered a possibility." ”

Wang Zhice said gently: "Please speak." ”

"You always don't show up when you should be, and you jump out when you shouldn't. ”

Xu Yourong looked at him and asked calmly, "Lord Wang, are you old and confused?" (To be continued.) )