The King of Ling Hai and Taoist Si Yuan came to both ends of the square at some point.
The knights who had just started charging stopped their mounts, and the fanatical believers who were still crying a moment ago had already been led by Anhua to recede into the distance. Uneasy.
In addition to the Dark Willow and the Falling Star Stone, the aura of Mountains and Rivers Map and Tianwaiyin has also appeared in Li Palace.
Under the sudden suppression of Li Gong's large formation, Wu Daozi lost his last chance to fight back.
A short knife stabbed into his lower abdomen. If he had better eyesight, he should still be able to see the knife turning half a circle in his abdomen.
Wu Daozi let out a shrill cry of pain, and the paintbrush in his hand and the paint tray hidden in his sleeve fell down and smashed on the bluestone board.
Hu Thirty-two pulled out the short knife, and stabbed it towards Wu Daozi's other intact foot, quickly, steadily, and accurately.
When doing these things, his expression is very calm, or very focused, as if he has forgotten everything outside of him.
Wu Daozi let out another scream and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Blood gushed out of his body continuously, and the picture looked extremely bloody and cruel.
As a saint of painting, Wu Daozi is naturally quite extraordinary. Even if he started to practice later and lived for a thousand years, his realm has already reached an unfathomable level. It's easy to catch.
But there was no room for loss in this matter, and after they left later, they couldn't leave any possibility for the opponent to fight back, so Chen Changsheng could only use such a bloody fighting method, and used Hu Thirty-two, the most perverted knife.
The dark willow left the ground and returned to Linghai King's hand, the falling star stone flashed a few rays of light, and returned to the scabbard.
"You're not going to die, so don't worry."
Chen Changsheng untied the golden needle and pierced Wu Daozi's several important Qi orifices to stop the bleeding in his abdomen.
Wu Daozi's face was pale, and with uncontrollable anger and absurd emotions, he shouted and cursed loudly: "How dare you 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 Mr. Wang means!"
Chen Changsheng still ignored him, confirming that the injury on his foot should be fine.
Wu Daozi felt that the wound was getting more and more painful, and he was extremely angry. Seeing him swearing loudly, his swear words increased.
Chen Changsheng glanced at him, his eyes were calm and bright.
Hu Thirty-two asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to make another cut?"
Wu Daozi suddenly felt that his abdomen was being twisted like a knife, and he was so frightened that he subconsciously closed his mouth.
Anhua came to the room.
Chen Changsheng said, "I'll hand him over to you."
An Hua already knew the identity of the old man in gray robe, he was a little nervous, but still nodded.
Chen Changsheng nodded, and said: "The palace will become relatively empty later, if someone comes..."
Anhua's voice trembled slightly: "I will kill him."
Chen Changsheng looked at her and said calmly and seriously, "I mean, it doesn't matter who comes."
This sentence refers to the middle-aged scholar.
When it comes to the position in the hearts of the people, or the reputation, even if he has been raised for many years, he is still far inferior to the other party.
Only people like An Hua would ignore the existence of the other party because of him.
"Whoever comes, I will kill him."
Anhua answered quickly this time, and his voice calmed down, no longer trembling, appearing very firm.
The King of Ling Hai and Taoist Si Yuan looked at her appreciatively, and the former even taught her a trick.
"Remember to chop off the head, it guarantees a kill."
Hearing these words, Anhua, who had finally calmed down, became a little silly again.
Finally, Hu Thirty-two stuffed his short knife into her hand, and said with a smile, "My knife is faster."
The hooves sounded again, the smoke and dust rose and fell heavily, and Li Palace soon became deserted.
Those ordinary believers stood guard outside, only Wu Daozi in a pool of blood and Anhua holding a short knife in both hands on the square.
Two thousand state church cavalry drove out of the Li Palace along the Shinto, and I don't know how many shocking discussions it will cause.
All the bishops and deacons, including the king of Ling Hai, Taoist Si Yuan, and Hu Sanshier, also left.
No one noticed that Gou Hanshi and other disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect in the Xuanwen Hall had also left, and the Zongsi Archbishop had left.
There was no one in Li Palace, and because of the commotion at Tianshu Mausoleum, there was no one outside Li Palace.
But those candidates who participated in the Great Court Examination didn't know about it at all, and neither did the bishops who presided over the Great Court Examination in Green Leaf World.
If someone analyzed it, they might 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 Jiaoshu Office was originally the center of the old sect of the state religion, and it was only natural that the Jiaoshu Office was in charge of the imperial examination.
In advance, no one could raise objections to the Pope's decision.
The girl in black picked up the pot of green leaves and walked outside Qingxian Hall.
Most of the teaching center was carried away by her just like that.
Her expression was very indifferent, because in her opinion, this was just a very ordinary and trivial matter.
Today, she still has many big things to do.
For example, taking revenge on that middle-aged scholar.
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That middle-aged scholar was naturally Wang Zhice.
How to describe him
No adjectives are suitable for this person.
He is a true legend.
He has an unimaginable position in the history of the human race, except that he has never been an emperor. Even now, he is still the most trusted commander and closest partner of the demon clan. At the same time, he is also the most feared and admired powerhouse by the demon princes in Xuelao City.
Looking at Wang Zhice, Xu Yourong suddenly laughed.
She knew very well that although they were both old people in Taizong's time, 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 Li Palace at this time, what he fears most in the world is the old devil, and the second fear is Shang Xingzhou.
Or should I say Taoist Ji.
The portraits on Lingyan Pavilion were all painted by Wu Daozi.
But most of those people in the portrait were killed by Taoist Ji.
Time cannot completely eliminate hostility and fear, even for hundreds of years, they should be enemies, why did they join hands today
Xu Yourong didn't ask because she knew the answer.
But it is the overall situation, the world, the demons, and the Northern Expedition.
She suddenly thought, if the empress was still alive, what would she do in such a situation
The empress would probably sigh with mockery and contempt: man...
Thinking of that scene, Xu Yourong's smile became even brighter.
Wang Zhice asked, "Why is the saint laughing?"
Xu Yourong suppressed her smile, and said lightly, "Because I suddenly discovered a possibility."
Wang Zhice said gently, "Please tell me."
"You always don't show up when you should show up, and you jump out when you shouldn't show up."
Xu Yourong looked at him and asked calmly, "Master Wang, have you lost your mind?"