Chapter 312 Revenge for the wronged soul of Daxia!
Huisheng's expression was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, this poor monk doesn't understand what you mean."
"snort!"
"Still pretending!"
Qin Yun grabbed his cassock with one hand, extremely quickly!
If nothing else, the inside of the cassock contains the late emperor’s will!
Once the decree is obtained, Chaotian Temple will be completely barren and completely eliminated!
Huisheng's pupils shrank, and there was a hint of panic!
I saw that his thin body was like a divine help. He subconsciously hid and turned into an afterimage, avoiding Qin Yun's hand.
"Huh, old guy, you still dare to hide your clumsiness!"
"I thought there was only one who was really a gangster, but I didn't expect you to be the same!"
"Mr. Feng, take action, break his bones for me, and dig out the late emperor's will!"
Qin Yun roared with a very domineering aura.
"Old slave obeys the order!"
Feng Lao responded, and his short and rickety body burst out at extremely fast speeds. That kind of speed was almost beyond the reach of a normal person!
He stretched out one hand, curled his fingers into claws, and rushed towards Huisheng like a black tiger ripping out his heart.
"Host!!"
The monks shouted, looking anxious!
Huisheng's eyes flashed coldly, and he knew that what happened today might be difficult to solve, and he couldn't drag it out any longer.
Then, let’s break up the skin!!
He stretched out a hand, and the cassock moved automatically without any wind.
boom!
There was a loud explosion, like muffled thunder.
Feng Lao took three steps back, while Huisheng took five steps back.
Although there is a gap, this old bald donkey is already very scary, at least he is on the same level as Murong Shunhua and Wang Min!
Qin Yun changed color slightly.
Jin Yiwei was even more surprised!
Even people like Feng Lao who use cheats are surprised.
The strongest martial artist in Chaotian Temple is not the leader of the monks, Jue Zhen, but actually the presiding officer Hui Sheng!!
"wrong!"
Qin Yun suddenly roared violently, pointing his fingers sharply, and his eyes were like daggers.
Ruili said: "You bitch, you are not a fucking Huisheng at all, you are the founder of Chaotian Temple's sect outside the territory!"
"You have that black birthmark on the back of your neck!"
The sound exploded.
Huisheng's expression changed drastically!
Emperor, how do you know so much?
At this moment, he truly realized that he had underestimated the emperor's ability!
"Capture this thief quickly, I want to get back the late emperor's decree!" Qin Yun shouted loudly.
The Jin Yiwei drew their swords one after another!
At the same time, they cast a specially made large net to cover the sky and the sun, sealing off the entire Tianyin Palace.
The faces of the monks in Chaotian Temple suddenly changed!
They no longer have the Buddhist charm to last forever, but what emerges instead is a bone-chilling hostility!
With the flash of swords and shadows, the situation changes instantly!
The two sides are about to fight.
Sudden.
Huisheng smiled.
He clasped his hands together, showing a look of compassion, and said: "Your Majesty, don't you just want the cassock of the poor monk?"
"Just give it to you."
After saying that, he took off his cassock without any care and threw it out generously!
At that moment, Qin Yun's heart skipped a beat.
Everything is right, but the key part is wrong?
Could it be that the decree is not on this cassock?
Jin Yiwei Wuming picked it up with a knife and took a look. There was no such thing as a will inside or outside the cassock.
He shook his head at Qin Yun.
Qin Yun clenched his fists and looked at Huisheng coldly.
"Do you think you have any other tricks you can pull off?"
"The entire Zhongnan Mountain has been blocked by me. Handing over the will will allow you to die with dignity."
Huisheng did not hide anything anymore and led the monks calmly.
The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually turned a bit sinister, a bit naturally cold.
"Your Majesty, are you so sure that the decree is still in Chaotian Temple?"
"Are you so sure that this poor monk cannot use the will to do anything?"
Qin Yun stood with his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
"I have seen many people like you. The late emperor's decree will definitely follow you everywhere. When the decree is sent away, you will also leave."
"Except for Wang Min from Xiliang, you don't have any suitable partners."
"pity……"
Qin Yun smiled sarcastically: "She, the Clay Bodhisattva, cannot protect herself when she crosses the river."
After hearing this, Huisheng's eyes turned cold.
He took a deep look at Qin Yun.
"You are more capable and younger than the late emperor. You are indeed a rare and wise monarch."
Qin Yun was disdainful: "You come to praise me, I feel disgusted."
Huisheng didn't care about the contempt, but forced a smile on his old face.
"Since Your Majesty is wise, it is best to weigh the pros and cons."
"You just retreat, Chaotian Temple and the imperial court will not be in conflict with each other."
"The poor monk assures you that the will will never fall into the hands of others. It will die in Zhongnan Mountain forever."
Qin Yun squinted his eyes, did he finally reveal his true face?
At that moment, all he wanted to do was slap Huisheng in the face. How many lives had this sanctimonious bitch killed?
The unscrupulous Ni'erhui is just one of his subordinates.
"Haha, do you think I can believe you?"
Huisheng said: "The poor monk knows that you are worried about the contact between Xiliang and Chaotian Temple, but in the end, the poor monk did not hand over the will."
"Never again!"
"Your Majesty, our deal today will not leak out or conflict with the other party's interests."
"How do you do, poor monk? How do you do, everyone?"
Qin Yun smiled.
"Hahaha!"
He looked up to the sky and laughed, almost to the point of tears. It was a bit sarcastic and confusing.
Huisheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the monks behind him looked at him displeased.
"It seems you don't know me very well!"
"You said you won't conflict with the other party's interests?"
Sudden!
Qin Yun's eyes lit up like torches and he glanced away.
He shouted: "The world I want is a peaceful country and a peaceful people, with kind officials and obedient people!"
"At this point, the existence of Chaotian Temple will always be an irreconcilable issue!"
"If I let you go, how will I explain to those dead souls?"
"What face do I have, facing the people of Daxia?!"
"Old bald donkey!"
"What are you bargaining with me for now!"
The violent roar was like thunder, quickly blasting through the atmosphere of the Tianyin Palace, which was like a pool of stagnant water!
Jin Yiwei's eyes flashed brightly, and the knife in his hand was ready to go again.
The people in Chaotian Temple were trembling!
Facing the emperor, mortals are always at a psychological disadvantage.
Huisheng's expression changed, he was wary of his surroundings, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you have to kill them all?"
"I don't dare to say anything else. It's okay to make your rule unstable!"
"you……"
Talking and talking.
His voice suddenly stopped!
A sharp steel knife was reflected in Huisheng's eyes, approaching quickly and gradually enlarging in size.
Yes, that was Qin Yun's response.
boom!
Huisheng dodged, and the steel knife struck the place where he was standing just now. There was a clang and fire flew everywhere.
He negotiated unilaterally.
Declare rupture!
Qin Yun's black mysterious clothes moved without any wind, and there was a cultivated imperial majesty between his brows, which was unparalleled.
He pointed his finger with a domineering momentum!
The sound is like rolling thunder, the power of heaven is mighty!
"kill!"
"Kill me!"
"No scraps of armor will be left, no one will be left!"
"Revenge for the people of Jiangbei and the wronged souls of Daxia!!"
Clang clang clang...!
The long knives in Jin Yiwei's hands drew flames on the ground.