King Wenchang listened to the words of the herald and tapped his index finger on the table.

The wrench inlaid with emerald gems reflected the sparkling light of the Night Pearl, and pierced into Wang Mo's heart one by one.

The prince's face did not change, his right hand was still grasping the food on the table, but his left hand was clenched under the table.

"If it's really Bai Su, everyone present, including King Fengxuan, don't even think about escaping!"

The servant seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, and his hands could not help but tremble, and he even trembled and sprinkled wine on the clothes of King Wenchang.

She was suddenly frightened and panicked, and hurriedly reached out to wipe it, but unexpectedly, the little prince's panic was ignited, the white blade flashed, and she saw blood spilled, and the servant didn't understand why she poured wine until she died.

The beads of blood turned into a flower in the air.

Without waiting for the petals to wither, King Wenchang immediately turned the white blade and slashed at Wang Zimo's head. The tip of the sword was against the table, and the two big fat men who were still in front of him just now actually left, but he felt that his eyebrows were cold, and he touched a handful of black blood bubbling out. It was dark in front of him, and his body slammed on the table.

"King Wenchang is dead!"

I don't know who shouted, "Someone is going to do it!"

At this time, the heroes of the world who were partying outside also gathered around the pond, pointing at the floating corpses on the water.

It was a female corpse in a thin veil, lying in the pond with no face out of sight. Cui Xiuran ordered someone to drag the female corpse ashore, and after seeing the appearance clearly, he couldn't help but take two steps back, and hurriedly ran to his father's bedroom.

"Feng Xuan Wang is anti!"

The prince hid in the crowd, tilted his neck and pinched his nose and shouted, and some good people followed.

"King Fengxuan is reversed!"

"King Fengxuan used witchcraft to murder the prince!"

"What, it turned out to be a witchcraft technique, this is a forbidden technique forbidden by the imperial court!"

Outside the city lord's mansion, this news flew into the ears of every Li citizen in the blink of an eye, as if it had wings.

"I also heard that he used witchcraft to spell his stepmother to death, and the old city lord will die soon!"

"Yes, the water in the pond of the City Lord's Mansion has turned black, and all the fish in it have turned their bellies. It is said that the guards stepped on a dead fish that night to catch the little wife of the city lord. ”

"That's a vixen, who drowned while bathing in a pond!" Besides the rumors, some people made different sounds, although this is closer to the truth, but most people regard it as a laughing stock.

"I heard that Cui Xiuran is a disciple of the Fengtian God Sect, and that day he was just for King Wenchang to see, and he killed people when the East Window incident happened!"

"No, I also heard that King Wenchang imitated seven steps into a poem, and was exposed by the two fat men of the Fat God Sect, so King Fengxuan took down King Wenchang who intended to rebel!"

The rumors flew over the vast mountains and rivers, and within half a day, they reached the ears of the King of Han in the capital.

This emperor made a desperate gamble, and even put aside all the courtiers' discussions, and did not treat Cui Xiuran with the death penalty, but gave him the opportunity to make meritorious contributions and let him investigate the matter thoroughly.

At this time, Wang Zimo's fat body had already lost one-third.

Without waiting for the chaos in the City Lord's Mansion, he ran all the way and rushed towards the southwest execution ground.

The change came too quickly, Wang Zimo always thought that Bai Su and Xue Jianniang were together, so he played like a wild horse in a circle.

When he heard that the herald had caught a girl outside the city, his head swelled with anxiety, and he turned around and rushed out.

The death of King Wenchang, the death of Queen Fengxuan's mother, and the death of the old city lord had nothing to do with Wang Zimo, he just glanced at the pool on the way, and then couldn't help but shout.

All this is planned by Xue Jiaoniang and the shopkeeper Liang.

They didn't expect Wang Zimo to shout so inappropriately, thinking of adding to Cui Xiuran's heart and asking him to do something else. But he never thought that Wang Zimo would be so involved, and he pulled himself into the water again, and was named by King Han to ask Cui Xiuran to solve the case.

Knowing that Wang Zimo rushed to the execution ground, Xue Jianniang finally figured out what was going on after many inquiries. Immediately showing the "Shocking Heavenly Step", Liu Mei frowned and glanced at the cool shopkeeper, "You come to clean up the mess." Immediately turned around, the green clothes were ethereal, and ran quickly towards the west of the city.

The two fat men one after the other, dragging their fat bodies through the market.

Xue Jiaoniang couldn't help laughing after the two of them, and the raw lotus under her feet quickly skipped over the top of Wang Zimo's head, and suddenly a fragrance fell from the sky, stepping on Wang Zimo's head and stopped.

"Mother, auntie, go and save Bai Su!" the prince silently clutched his chest, gasping for breath.

Xue Jiaoniang looked at the big fat man in front of her and shook his arm anxiously, and couldn't help but stretch out her little finger and poke it in Wang Zimo's chest, it felt like a balloon filled with water, and laughed lightly: "Don't go, the little girl is sleeping in Zuixuan Building, if you really go, it will be the way of King Fengxuan!"

Hearing that Bai Su was fine, Wang Zimo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, opened his mouth wide and panted, and only after a long time did he straighten his waist, pointed to the back and said, "Auntie, go back first, Mo'er will go to you after solving this trouble." ”

"Is he?"

Xue Jiaoniang's eyes were bright, staring at Han Tianhong, who was also out of breath when she caught up, and her face showed a trace of disgust: "Monk!"

"I'm going to ...... Gott, cross, cross you devil!"

"Adversary?"

Xue Jiaoniang was even more surprised, tilted her head and glanced at Wang Zimo strangely.

She knew that Wang Zimo had a lot of nicknames, what a swinger, the bloodthirsty demon god, she had heard a little in Kunxu, so it was not strange for Han Tianhong to call him the devil, but what made her wonder was that Wang Zimo couldn't tell the monks, they were soul-like nightmares, as long as they were stained, they were like dog skin plasters, and they couldn't get rid of them.

Xue Jiaoniang seemed to remember the unbearable past, grinned and shook her head, as if avoiding the plague god, and disappeared in the blink of an eye without waiting for Han Tianhong to rush over.

Dajue Temple.

Wang Zimo and Han Tianhong sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree and chanted Buddha sutras.

As the melodious Buddha sound sang from their mouths, the bodies of the two gradually shrunk, and they recovered as before in half a day.

Wang Zimo couldn't help but be excited and ecstatic, such a beautiful and cultivation holy land has been idle here for a hundred years, it is really a tyrannical thing.

Wang Zimo suddenly became greedy and wanted to take this place for himself. He knew that when a cultivator reached a certain realm, he could open up a world that could accommodate all things and hide living beings.

For example, Han Dudu's sealed realm, such as Dai Xiaomo's soul domain.

Finally found a way to refine Wuji Aura, Wang Zimo liked this place more and more. Although it is a seal of Buddhism, Taoism, and the Dharma, it is the same, and there is only one aura in the world, isn't it?

"You killed King Wenchang!"

After restoring his original appearance, Han Tianhong stopped chanting the Buddha and kept counting around Wang Zimo, "I'm going to cross you devil!"

"He killed me first!"

Wang Zimo didn't want to explain to Han Tianhong that King Wenchang was not killed by him, this Buddha had already been confused, and it was a waste of words to explain it.

"But you dodged, he didn't kill you!"

Han Tianhong was really obsessed, and he was determined that Wang Zimo was the devil and should not be killed again. It seems that it is only right that the prince died silently under someone else's butcher's knife.

At this moment, Wang Zimo really understood.

Although he let go of his previous grievances and grievances and kept saying that he had taken refuge in Buddhism, in fact, he had already planted demons in his heart.

The prince is silent, and Han Tianhong will not become a Buddha!