"Oh my god, is this the true face of the Twelve Divine Palaces? It's too scary!"
Someone exclaimed.
The picture of purgatory on earth in front of you is really shocking. Every picture is like a real hell, which makes people shudder.
"After so annihilating a willful organization, we, the Song Dynasty, actually plan to open the door to welcome them in? Are the minds of those in power all pig brains?"
Someone else yelled angrily.
There were so many people present, and they became bolder when there were more people. With the blessing of the mass base, many people began to curse with indignation, and even broke through the imperial guards who were maintaining order to smash the Xuan Shen Tower.
There was more than one change. At the same time that the picture of Purgatory on Earth appeared, dust suddenly flew up on the other side of the Xuan Shen Platform. The monks who were originally shackled actually broke free of their shackles for some unknown reason, and with lightning speed, they used those swords to cover their ears.
The axehand fell to the ground.
These monks are all well-educated, but they have been imprisoned in Dali Temple. They have been starving for nearly a year, and their skills have been suppressed.
And Xiao Jinfeng sent them spiritual stones in prison, which was a timely help. Not to mention returning to the peak period, at least they had the strength to fight!
"Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo, you are an unprincipled and ignorant king! Today we will do justice for Heaven!"
Chong Chenzi, the founder of the Maoshan Sect, stood in front of everyone. His beard and hair were all white, he had an immortal air, his tone of voice was calm, but full of intimidation, and his originally kind eyes turned sharp.
Before Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo could recover from the changes in the Purgatory on Earth, he suddenly heard Chong Chenzi's voice.
Standing on the high platform and looking down, I saw that a group of monks had escaped from the trap, and they were all looking at him eagerly. I was shocked at the moment.
"This...this is premeditated...someone is rebelling against me!" Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo said angrily.
The portraits of the priests were changed and the felons in custody escaped. Even if Emperor Hui Zhao Shuo had a pig brain, he could figure out that someone was definitely planning this behind the scenes.
This time, in front of the people of the whole city, the credibility of his emperor and the Twelve Divine Palaces has completely fallen to the bottom!
Emperor Hui Zhao Shuo's face gradually became ferocious. Looking at the chaotic situation below, he became increasingly angry and upset!
"Mr. Futian..." Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo wanted to explain something to Ichiro Fukuda.
But Ichiro Fukuda interrupted him expressionlessly. He was also in a bad mood. He didn't expect that the situation would turn out like this all of a sudden. It was really unlucky.
He said impatiently, "Zhao Sang, please handle your own affairs on your own. You don't need to ask me. I just hope that today's God-Proclaiming Ceremony can be successfully completed. I don't care about anything else."
Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo repeatedly said yes, but when he turned around, he gave the order with a serious face.
"Suppression!"
"Wow!"
Following the order, the imperial guards in the field took action one after another, and a large wave of people poured in from outside the field. Some of them surrounded the monks who had escaped from trouble, while the other large group of people were suppressing the crowd, threatening to
Put this farce to rest as quickly as possible.
On the other side, hundreds of monks were already fighting with the incoming imperial guards.
Today's general environment is too bad. Even those who are monks and practitioners have too many limitations. Most of the hundreds of people are only at the foundation-building level. Moreover, coupled with the abuse in prison, even those who know magic cannot use it.
At this moment, we can only use fists and kicks to meet the enemy.
However, there is ultimately a gap between monks and ordinary people. Even in the worst situation, a group of monks cannot be underestimated.
Each of them struck with lightning speed, and even with their bare hands they were not at a disadvantage against the Imperial Guards armed with weapons. Some monks who had practiced hard martial arts could even break the opponent's body and armor with one punch.
"Amitabha, since we have reached this point, don't blame the poor monks for going on a killing spree."
A tall middle-aged monk said pitifully.
Although he chanted the Buddha's name, he was at the forefront. His iron hands alternated between fists and claws. The armor made of pig iron was like paper in front of him. One punch could smash it to pieces in the blink of an eye.
, the great monk’s robes were soaked in blood, and no fewer than ten members of the imperial guards died under him!
There is a huge fight here, and reinforcements are coming in a steady stream to surround us. It can be said that it is in full swing!
The other side is much simpler.
A group of dozens of forbidden troops, led by the commander, joined together with the forbidden troops who were maintaining order.
Shi Chang's face was livid, and he suddenly raised the whip in his hand as he looked at the people who were pushing and shoving to rush into the Xuan Shen Platform.
There was a snap, and a man was whipped on the spot, his head collapsed, his eyes rolled, and he fell down on the spot. He was afraid that he could not be saved.
"Go back! Otherwise he will be your fate!"
Shi Chang pointed at a crowd of people and shouted angrily.
The people were impulsive at first, but now they were frightened when they saw someone being beaten to death. Looking at the man who was still twitching on the ground, they pushed him back in a swarm.
Fighting violence with violence is the simplest and most effective way. The chiefs of several places unanimously resorted to killing chickens to scare monkeys. Soon the people became obedient. They just looked at the picture of hell on earth on the city wall.
Secretly they clenched their fists.
Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo had a gloomy face, but his expression improved slightly when he saw that the people in the audience had basically restrained themselves.
But suddenly, a bright dagger was placed on his neck.
Zhao Shuo was shocked. There were only two people on this high platform. No one could approach here in full public view. So the person holding him hostage was...
Emperor Hui Zhao Shuo turned his head and saw a familiar and young face.