Chapter 2267 the pinnacle of the sword king's life
"Seven days later, when we return to the outside of the ruins, Lingshan will be waiting for His Majesty..." Jin Chanzi bowed slightly.
"Let's go!"
I saw him waving.
Golden lotuses grow suddenly, and the light of Buddha appears faintly.
After saying that, he was ready to leave with Pig Demon Stone, Old Ghost and others.
"Your Majesty, do you really want to let them go?" Changsun Wuji frowned, his face gloomy. As the head of Lingyan Immortal Pavilion and half an adviser to Li Er, he knew very well that if he let these few go easily,
The consequence of being such a monster is that it will definitely cause a devastating blow to the reputation of 'Shengtang'...
This kind of thing is understandable!
Anyone with a little bit of brain can understand it.
We must not let them go lightly, otherwise, the 'Shengtang' will exist in name only. In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that these monsters came to provoke them, and before they were punished, they were taken away by Jin Chanzi with just one word.
If you leave and spread the word, wouldn't it tell the outside world that 'Shengtang' is several heads shorter than Lingshan?
They were all knocked on the door.
Why don't you kill them? What are you keeping them for? Waiting for the New Year...
I saw these monsters leaving.
The other courtiers also had expressions of indignation on their faces, and their eyes were red. Shen Qingshu was even more so. The steel knife in his hand was clenched so tightly that it made a 'snap' sound. At this moment, he ignored Li Er's warning and gasped.
After taking several heavy breaths, he gritted his back molars and growled angrily, "Your Majesty, let me go."
He could only see his eyes glaring: "You are worried about Lingshan, I am not afraid..."
"What is Lingshan? They are just a bunch of bald donkeys. They have more heads and hands than this king? So what if you kill these beasts? It just tells them that I, the Holy Tang, cannot be insulted, and my human race cannot be bullied by them."
"Kill, kill, kill!" Many soldiers also shouted.
The shouts of killing were deafening.
Shocking people and swaying their minds, this is the morale of the human race. Just like Shen Qingshu said, what about Lingshan? If you want to sit on their heads and shit and pee, you can still kill and dare to kill. The same goes for saints, even if they can't fight
, and will never give in.
Countless people were roaring.
The city shook!
Not only these ordinary soldiers, but also more and more traders and ordinary people joined in after being stunned for a while, and shouted: "The King of Swords is mighty!"
"Well done, King of Swordsmen."
"Kill all these bastards. If there are not enough people, the old man will be the first to go. Woo hoo hoo, my poor daughter was eaten alive by a beast on Black Bear Mountain." An old man in his seventies.
"Sou" shouted with red eyes.
"And my son also suffered misfortune from those beasts. The Sword King is right, he must not let these beasts go."
"Your Majesty, please make the decision for us..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu If you want to kill monsters, I'll be the one to kill you."
Public opinion is boiling.
Hearing these shouts of killing, Jin Chanzi's expression also changed drastically, and he was a little confused. It seemed that he did not expect that the grudges between humans and monsters had reached such a deep level, which he had not experienced in decades.
Because of Lingshan.
What he doesn't know is.
In the 'Shengtang', this was not bad. There were tens of millions of soldiers guarding the people. If in other vassal states, if they could kill monsters and animals, the whole country would probably have soldiers. The monsters and animals would eat people and massacre the city. This is too common.
In this era, if anyone stands up, at least several of their close relatives will die at the hands of monsters.
"Knife...Wang Weiwu?"
"I'm afraid of the monks in Lingshan..." After listening to Shen Qingshu's impassioned speech, Li Er laughed angrily, his fingers trembling slightly, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. He looked directly at Shen Gong King and said calmly: "
Beat him up, let this sword king who is admired by all people have a taste of the suffering in the world, and let him know the truth that disaster comes from the mouth."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" King Shen Gong nodded vigorously, his eyes suddenly brightened, he had been enduring this 'silly criticism' for a long time.
Since he was a minister of the same court and his elder, he could not do anything evil, so he endured it hard.
Now that we have the decree issued by the Human Emperor, how can we still be polite to him?
She put away her bow and arrows, turned around and pounced on him, hitting Shen Qingshu with his fists to the flesh, making Shen Qingshu scream in agony.
"Uncle Gong, you are an accomplice and a sycophant. If you don't persuade His Majesty to turn back, you are still an accomplice. What's the difference between you and Lin Yinbi?" Shen Qingshu roared angrily.
"You..." Lin Yuan's face turned dark and his eyes were evil. This could involve him. If the situation wasn't wrong, he would have rushed over to help.
A sycophant, right?
Are you comparing me to Lin Yincoin?
King Shen Gong's attacks were getting darker and darker, and he no longer talked about martial ethics. He didn't bother to say hello. Seeing Shen Qingshu being beaten so hard that he screamed in agony, Li Er also let out a bad breath.
In the third heaven, he wanted to deal with this guy.
Without this idiot to interfere, he put away his thoughts, looked at Jin Chanzi's faint back, and said calmly: "Jin Chanzi, you can leave, but a few of them have to stay."
What?
This Human Emperor doesn't even give face to Lingshan? Do you want to drive them all away...
Whoosh!
After listening to Li Er's words, the pig demon, Shi Laogui and others who had walked out a few hundred meters away also trembled in their hearts. They all stopped and looked at Li Er nervously. Not only them, but also Jin Chanzi,
He frowned, looked at Li Er, and said, "Your Majesty, how many of them are related to whether the Ancient Gate can be opened..."
"What does it have to do with me whether you check in at the ancient gate or not?" Li Er snorted, looked at Jin Chanzi with a sinking face and mocked, "Why, my Chang'an City is the descendant of a few of them.
Garden, you can come and leave whenever you want?"
"Your Majesty, the poor monk has already explained that this is all a misunderstanding." Jin Chanzi frowned.
"You think so?" Li Er sneered.
Jin Chanzi was at a loss for words, his brows were furrowed, and his mind was racing, thinking of countermeasures. He had lived in Chang'an City for decades, and it was natural that he knew that this Human Emperor, gentle and gentle on the surface, was actually extremely sinister.
How can it be easy for a person who can compete with Buddhas and Saints to equalize and reverse the disadvantages of the human race? He thought for a long time, but could not think of a solution, so he had to compromise and asked: "What do you want, Your Majesty, just tell me.
"
"It's very simple..." Li Er raised a finger and said calmly: "For the sake of the Great Buddha, I will not embarrass them. Each of them will hand over ten drops of blood essence, plus the amount of blood that was agreed before.
The bet, 'Tiandao', has been fulfilled. There is no reason for a group of patriarchs to default on their debt. Take it out and write off today's matter. Otherwise, my beast-taming garden will be short of a few animals for cooking."
"Ten drops?"
"Is he crazy..."
The faces of Pig Demon Stone, Old Ghost and others all changed drastically, and their eyes became even more furious. This was no longer the lion opening its mouth, but an attempt to dig up their foundations.
As we all know, the 'blood essence' of demon beasts does not condense more the stronger they are. On the contrary, the stronger the strength, the less blood essence and blood in the body.
This is the result of condensation.
Like the little demon in the fairyland, he can squeeze out dozens of drops of essence and blood.
It's reached their point.
After squeezing the body dry, it is estimated that there are only a dozen drops. A big demon like the 'White Bone Great Sage' who has no flesh and blood will be even more miserable. If it is crushed into bones and dregs, I am afraid that more than five drops can't be squeezed out, so where can it come from?
Ten drops?
It's in a panic now.
Other monsters can still risk their lives. If you squeeze them, there will always be something. At least they can save their lives. Unlike it, you can only squeeze some bone oil...