Nightfall Chapter 95: Tian Yibing (middle)

Two years ago in Chaoyang City, Chencun and other three red priests blew themselves up with magical skills to help Ning Que and Sangsang escape from birth. On the subsequent escape journey, the priests of the Temple of Light, also Has been helping them secretly. At that time, Sangsang was the daughter of Pluto. The behavior of these people was difficult to understand in the eyes of outsiders, and for Daomen, it was an unbearable betrayal.

Xiling Temple was furious, especially the headmaster and other big figures. They were even more angry about this. So a **** purge and punishment began quietly inside the door. In just a few months, I didn’t know he was dead. How many people, what is even more frightening, is that the outside world has no idea at all.

After Chen Cun's death, the Qi State Taoist Temple was transferred to a red-clothed priest who was favored by the head teacher. The subordinates who were loyal to the old priest were tortured extremely harshly. Inevitably, he dedicated all his wealth accumulated over the past decades to the new priest in red. He finally survived by chance, but he could only do some chores in the temple. Although he was still a priest, he could no longer have it. His previous status was not as good as that of an ordinary deacon, and even the guard at the door dared to reprimand him like a dog.

The middle-aged priest thought that his life was like this, but he would rather endure endless humiliation than leave the Taoist Temple, because he wanted to continue watching here for Chen Cun, and he wanted to wait for the recovery of the Light Temple. Most importantly, he was waiting for the young couple who came for medicine that year.

Those who believe in Haotian will have blessings. This is the opening statement of the Xiling Temple. The middle-aged priest finally waited for his blessing and Ning Que's arrival.

The spring rain was slightly cold, and the ground in front of the main entrance of the Taoist Temple was wet. Ning Que quietly listened to the middle-aged priest's account of the two years of life, and asked: "The Temple of Light...Where are the others?" /

Through the answer of the middle-aged priest, Ning Que knew that in that **** cleansing, the Temple of Light, which had been weak for more than ten years, was destroyed by the disaster. The Temple of Light was sent to the countries. Those old guys are basically dead, and it's difficult to continue the legacy.

The middle-aged priest said, crying in pain.

Ning Que was silent.

At this moment, Sangsang's indifferent voice sounded in the carriage behind him: "Go in."

Last spring, the Temple of Light on Peach Mountain changed. Many people in the Taoist had already guessed the truth. The middle-aged priests belonged to the Temple of Light. He struggled for another year under the coercion of the new red priest and the ridicule of the deacons, because he had hope.

He knew the relationship between Ning Que and Haotian. Hearing the sound from the carriage, his face suddenly became extremely pale, and his body trembled violently, as if he would faint in the next moment.

But at this moment, how can he be unconscious? The middle-aged priest bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to wake up with pain, and then desperately pushed the main entrance of the Taoist temple open.

The main entrance of the Taoist Temple was very thick and heavy. He seemed to have used all his strength, his teeth rattled, his joints rattled, and the expression on his face seemed to cry and laugh, almost crazy.

At this time, the person in charge of the affairs of Daomen Qiguo was the priest in red who was in charge of Favor Xin, and the deacon personal guards responsible for the security of the temple gate were naturally his cronies. At this time, they were drinking and having fun behind the temple gate.

Previously, the middle-aged priest pushed open the door of the temple, and those people were extremely annoyed. At this time, instead of observing him, they pushed the door of the temple completely open, and they were even more angry.

The door of the temple opened, and the wind and rain outside fell in. The dust under the copper stove blown by the cold wind fluttered everywhere. The rain water diluted the broth in the copper pot. How could they not be angry?

"Are you **** crazy? I didn't see us cooking meat!"

"Don't close the door again, I'll **** you!"

The sound of cursing kept ringing at the table.

If it was normal, the middle-aged priest would be so reprimanded by the cronies of these red priests, and the middle-aged priest would have confessed his mistakes timidly, and quickly remedied it, but today he has no response.

He took the reins and led the carriage towards the temple, with a humble expression, but there were no such people in his eyes.

Looking at this scene, the guards of the deacons felt a little surprised. Some were even more angry and laughed. Another deacon took the chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the pot and shouted.

Ning Que looked at these abominable deacons and guards, thinking of the believers outside the temple who had been in the rain before kowtowing for medical advice, and couldn't help but shook his head.

The deacon knocked the copper pot louder, and his curse became more and more filthy.

Ning Que's hand fell on the handle, and there was water on the handle, which was slightly cool.

He didn't make a move, because this is the Taoist Temple.

The cursing deacon suddenly noticed something that fell in the copper pot in front of him. As soon as the boiling soup boiled, the thing suddenly began to emit a strong smell of meat.

The deacon was a little surprised. He stretched out his chopsticks and swung it in the soup, and found that it was a tender piece of meat.

"Such a big piece of pork cutlet, don't you say cut it and then put it in the pot?"

He habitually complained and scolded, but found that he was just opening his mouth and didn't make a sound at all, and the companions at the table looked at him with shock and weird eyes.

Those people are like seeing ghosts.

The deacon was stunned, only to find that the front of his robe was full of blood. He yelled in panic, but he still couldn't scream, but sprayed out a lot of blood!

It wasn't until this time that he realized that his tongue was broken somehow!

My tongue is rolling in the boiling soup!

He was pale, his expression turned awkward, subconsciously, holding the chopsticks with trembling hands, reaching into the soup, trying to fish out the half-cooked tongue.

At this moment, a straight line of blood appeared on his wrist.

He took the right hand of the chopsticks, broke his wrist, and fell into the boiling hot pot soup, splashing countless soups.

The hot soup fell on him, and he didn't react at all because he was stupid.

The deacon guards at the table were hot and screaming, but their screams only lasted for a short period of time, because the next moment, they also lost their tongues.

At the main entrance of the Taoist Temple, it suddenly became silent.

In the weird and terrifying atmosphere, those deacons and guards pale in pain, and desperately covered their mouths. The next moment, they finally woke up and ran desperately into the hall.

Ning Que didn't stop these people.

The carriage is still quiet.

The middle-aged priest took the reins and looked at the backs of those people, just like looking at the dead, looking extraordinarily cold, but in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a flame of revenge burning.

The alarm bells in the Taoist Temple are masterpieces, and the sound of armor colliding with weapons can be heard everywhere.

Walking to the depths of the Taoist Temple, the carriage slowly stopped, and saw hundreds of priests and deacons as well as heavily armed cavalry rushing from all over the Taoist Temple, forming a tight encirclement.

A proud priest in red came out from the crowd.

He looked at the middle-aged priest and Ning Que, as well as the seemingly ordinary carriage, and slowly raised his arms indifferently, his palms facing the gray sky that was constantly raining.

"I don't care who you are, but this is the temple of Haotian! Let this seat, in the name of Haotian, send you to the deepest part of the netherworld with the most holy brilliance!"

When the voice fell, a divine splendor slowly emerged from the palm of the red priest.

Ning Que found that this Haotian Divine Radiance was very pure, and could not help being a little surprised. He thought that Xiong Chumo was cleaning the Temple of Light, and the person he chose was really capable.

Looking at the holy brilliance, hundreds of priests and deacons and cavalry in the Taoist temple, their faces all showed awe, and even those guys covering their mouths covered in blood started Becomes excited, but they can't think of what will happen next.

That Haotian divine glory fell directly on the red priest himself!

Everyone was shocked. They didn't know what happened. Some foolish people thought this was the latest magical technique of priests, until they found that the lord in the flame seemed extremely painful!

The red priest struggled desperately in the flames, wanted to escape, wanted to lie on the ground to put out the fire on his body, but he couldn't do anything except the ridiculous struggle.

The holy flame burned fiercely on his body, and the robes on his body were instantly burnt to frustration, his skin was burnt, and blood-colored flesh was exposed, looking extremely miserable!

The power of Haotian Shenhui is extremely terrifying. It only takes an instant to burn copper and iron into juice, let alone a human body, but for some reason, the red priest did not die in an instant...

This is even more terrifying, because he has to continue to bear the pain caused by the ablation!

The car curtain was raised slightly, and Sangsang glanced at the scene blankly.

The Haotian Divine Radiance on the red-clothed priest suddenly became more violent, and the ablation speed became even slower, not only the body, but also his Dao Xin!

Even the most devout Haotian lunatic believer in Dao Xin can't bear this double absolute pain of physical and spiritual, let alone this red priest who indulges in worldly pleasures?

In the blazing sacred flame, a terrible howl suddenly sounded!

This stern and miserable howl directly broke through the spring rain falling above the Taoist Temple, broke through the rain clouds above the capital of Qi State, and then fell into the streets and alleys of the capital city, countless people.

In the capital of Qi State, hundreds of thousands of people heard a miserable cry from the spring rain at the same time!

This miserable howl was full of infinite pain and regret, so clear and profound that people who heard the miserable howl felt that they were carrying countless sins and fell to the ground.

The hundreds of priests, deacons and cavalry in the Taoist Temple, especially so.

They had already knelt down in the rain, all black.

Sangsang's expression was a little weary, and he ignored these people and walked directly into the temple.

People kneeling in the rain, looking at her big figure, panicked infinitely, trying to attack, but found that their bodies were shaking as if they were falling apart. How could they stand up?

The wind and rain outside the hall suddenly sounded like thunderous hoofs.

A cavalry leader of the Xiling Temple came to the field, completely wet.

Looking at this man's armor, the people kneeling in the rain recognized his identity, their spirits were slightly refreshed, and there was a look of hope in their eyes, thinking that the temple cavalry must be chasing strong enemies.

How strong is that woman, how can she be the opponent of the Temple Cavalry? People in the rain thought so, but didn't realize that today's things have already exceeded their imagination.

With a snap, the commander of the temple cavalry knelt on his knees, rain splashing everywhere. Facing Sangsang's back, he touched the wet ground with his forehead, not daring to lift it up.

Ning Que looked at the leader and said, "Resolve it cleanly, don't be too noisy."

"Yes." The commander responded without hesitation, got up and drew the sabre from the sheath.

Hundreds of Xiling Temple cavalry on standby in the rain quietly poured into the temple.

The people kneeling in the rain are finally desperate.

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(Sangsang let Ning Que be the monarch and helped Old Wu 2 to marry a concubine, it came from Armstrong’s paragraph. Before I started to write the volume, some readers had already guessed how it would play in the end. So naturally I won’t forget to play. A lot of my joy in writing a book comes from playing with you. Suddenly it rained in Daqing. It was colder than the spring rain. Like Sangsang, I also had a little cold. Tomorrow is one chapter, and the day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will write three chapters.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)