Long live the best

"The Jiangbei plague also originated from your bullshit temple!"

"During these days, I have even assassinated many of my most important criminals, Jueming is already dead, you old bastard still haven't pleaded guilty?!"

Zheng! !

Qin Yun was so angry that he drew his sword directly, extremely fierce.

Want to kill people on the spot! !

Chapter 312 Revenge for the Unjust Soul of Daxia!

Huisheng's complexion was not good, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, the poor monk does not understand what you mean."

"Humph!"

"Still pretend!"

Qin Yun grabbed his cassock with one hand, extremely fast!

If nothing else, the inside of the cassock is the last emperor's decree!

Once the decree is obtained, Chaotian Temple will be deprived of any grass in an instant and will be completely removed!

Huisheng's pupils contracted, and a hint of panic broke out!

His thin body seemed to be aided by a god, and when he dodged subconsciously, he turned into an afterimage and avoided Qin Yun's hand.

"Hmph, old man, how dare you hide your clumsiness!"

"I thought only one of them was really a gangster, but I didn't expect you to be too!"

"Old Feng, do it, break his bones for me, and dig out the last emperor's will!"

Qin Yun roared with a domineering aura.

"Old slave obeys!"

Elder Feng responded, and his short and stooped body exploded with extreme speed, that kind of speed hardly belonged to a normal person!

Stretching out one hand, flexing his fingers into claws, he rushed towards Huisheng like a black tiger pulling out his heart.

"Host!!"

The monks yelled, their faces showing anxiety!

Huisheng's eyes flickered coldly, he knew that today's affairs might not be good, and he couldn't procrastinate any longer.

Then, tear your skin apart! !

He stretched out his hand, and the cassock automatically moved without wind.

boom!

There was a bang, like thunder.

Old Feng took three steps back, while Huisheng took five steps back.

Although there is a gap, this old bald donkey is already terrifying, at least at the level of Murong Shunhua and Wang Min!

Qin Yun's color changed slightly.

Jin Yiwei was even more suspicious!

Even Mr. Feng was surprised by the existence of such a cheater.

The strongest martial artist in Chaotian Temple is not the head of the monk Juezhen, but the host Huisheng! !

"wrong!"

Qin Yun suddenly roared, pointed at Huisheng, and his eyes were like knives.

Sharply said: "Dog thing, you are not Huisheng at all, you are the founder of Chaotian Temple outside the territory!"

"You have that black birthmark on the back of your neck!"

The sound exploded.

Huisheng's face changed drastically!

Emperor, how do you know so much?

At this moment, he truly realized that he underestimated the emperor's ability!

"Quickly capture this thief, I want to take back the last emperor's decree!" Qin Yun shouted.

Jin Yiwei drew his knives 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 Hall.

The faces of the monks in Chaotian Temple changed suddenly!

They no longer have the Buddha's rhyme forever, but what emerges instead is a bone-piercing hostility!

With swords and swords, the situation changes in an instant!

The two sides are about to fight.

Sudden.

Huisheng smiled.

He clasped his hands together, showing a compassionate look, and said, "Your Majesty, don't you just want the poor monk's cassock?"

"Send it to you."

After finishing speaking, he took off the cassock without hesitation, and threw it out generously!

At that moment, Qin Yun's heart skipped a beat.

Everything is right, but the key is wrong?

Could it be that the will is not on this cassock?

Jin Yiwei Wuming picked it up with a knife and saw that there was no so-called legacy inside or outside the cassock.

He shook his head at Qin Yun.

Qin Yun clenched his fists and looked at Huisheng coldly.