"Walk?

It's too late!"

Huijing flashed and appeared behind Yang Ling.

The palm of his hand fell on Yang Ling's shoulder without realizing it, like an electric current sweeping across his body, causing Yang Ling to shake his whole body, as if he had been imposed on a fixed body.

Huijing's gentle voice echoed in his ears: "The most painful thing in the world is not to destroy your beloved in front of you, but to let you watch yourself destroy everything you want to protect, and you can do nothing!"

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Yang Ling trembled all over and wanted to resist.

But he found that his body could not move at all.

Huijing's voice echoed slowly: "I said that I want you to send these demon sons and grandchildren to the Pure Land with your own hands!"

"Don't think about it..." Yang Ling opened his mouth.

Huijing's mouth emitted a series of Buddhist voices.

The sound seemed to have magic power. Yang Ling found that his consciousness was actually stripped away and then blocked.

He completely lost control of his body, but his consciousness was completely awake.

Huijing let go of the palm that fell on his shoulder, and chuckled and said, "Go!"

"No, no..." Yang Ling's consciousness was roaring. He had already anticipated what was going to happen next, but his body was not in control at all.

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The four of them looked at each other in a glance.

Looking at Yang Ling who was both familiar and unfamiliar in front of him, several people stepped forward tentatively: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

"Doway, dodge..." Yang Ling's consciousness watched the people getting closer. He was roaring wildly to try to stop the people, but the people could not hear the roar of his consciousness.

When the four great ministers came to the front.

Yang Ling suddenly took action.

Puff!                                                                                                                              

"No..." Yang Ling's consciousness roared hysterically.

But his body did not stop at all. He had three moves in succession, with the powerful cultivation of the other person's respect for the four great ministers who were just Dharma-Eye Realm! The four great ministers were directly killed by Yang Ling in seconds.

The blood dyed the golden dragon robe on Yang Ling's body red.

His consciousness almost collapsed as he looked at the blood stained with his hands and the four corpses lying on the ground.

In his eyes, blood and tears kept pouring out, and he was already roaring angry and unwillingly: "Run, run..."                                                                                                              �

But these imperial guards were confused as they watched Yang Ling kill the four ministers, and looked at each other in a daze.

Although they were shocked by Yang Ling's killing of the four great ministers, their mission was to protect Yang Ling.

Protect their emperor! After a moment of hesitation.

The imperial guard came back to his senses: "It must be that damn monk who controlled His Majesty, we killed that monk..."                                                                                                               �

Huijing, who was standing in the air, looked dull and waved her hand: "Yang Ling, these are all demons and grandchildren. They are trying to blaspheme Buddhist disciples, why are you still standing there?

Haven't you killed them all?"

"No..."                                                                                                                              

But his body did not hesitate at all. He followed Huijing's command and flew into the sky with a silence.

In his hands...                                                                                                                             �

The terrifying gun lights woven into the air into a series of gun screens, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another, and the powerful imperial guards died in groups of spears.

No matter how Yang Ling roared in despair, he could not stop everything that happened in front of him.

The powerful man in the Human Reverence Realm is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep among a group of imperial guards! Wherever he passes... corpses are everywhere and blood is surging.

Yang Ling transformed into a god of killing and slaughtered the imperial guards in front of him who vowed to protect him to the death.

"Your Majesty..."                                                                                                                           �

The imperial guards died in his hands with a confused look on their faces.

"No..."                                                                                                                              

Tens of thousands of imperial guards were slaughtered by him in an instant.

In the entire palace, blood flowed and death filled the air.

For a moment.

Only the corpse is left, and there is no living mouth.

Huijing fell in front of Yang Ling again: "Little Emperor, are you willing to tell me now how to open the Xiaoshanheyuan magic circle?"

Yang Ling's eyes were red, and he looked at him with glaring eyes, and let out a hysterical roar: "Don't think, don't think I'll tell you... You hypocritical demon monks, Xiao Yi will not let you go, you will be retribution!"

"Tsk tsk, I'm still stubborn!"

Huijing shook her head gently and pointed outside the imperial city, "It seems that there are too many demons, so go and kill all the people in the city! If there are not enough people in one city, I will take you to slaughter the second city. If the second one is not enough, I will take you to continue slaughtering the third city until you tell me..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                   �

Huijing waved her hand with a expressionless face.

Yang Ling transformed into a troll and rushed into the imperial capital.

Boom!                                                                                                                              �

Tens of millions of people in the huge imperial capital, under the crazy massacre of Yangling, their bodies formed mountains and blood flowed into rivers.

The river where blood gathered flowed out of the city, soaking miles outside the city, causing the soil to smell blood.

Yang Ling is above the city.

Looking at the imperial city that turned into ruins and was filled with beacon fire and smoke.

The once prosperous imperial capital was destroyed by him, the emperor of the Dakan Dynasty, and tens of millions of innocent people died at his hands.

He looked at his blood-stained hands, with despair in his eyes... Huijing and the other four fell in front of him, and their faces were still merciful: "Amitabha! Little Emperor, can you make a decision now?"

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost..." Yang Ling responded gritting his teeth.

"Tsk tsk!"

Huiji sneered and waved his hand. A crying baby flew out of the ruins. This was a fish that missed the net.

Huiji put the baby in front of Yang Ling and smiled, "My Buddha is merciful. You are tired after killing so many demons. Eat something to replenish your energy. We can set out to the next city!"

"No, you can't do this, you can't..." Yang Ling's eyes were about to break, and his consciousness was roaring in despair.

But his body was under Huijing's control and grabbed the baby in his hand.

Open your bloody mouth.

Bite towards the baby's neck.

Huijing and the other two watched with interest, as if watching a clown's performance.

Seeing Yang Ling about to bite the baby's neck, an electric light flashed by at this moment.

He grabbed the baby from Yang Ling's hand, and in the void, a figure appeared in the air, which was Xiao Yi with a gloomy face.

He looked down at the baby who was crying in blood, and Yang Ling, who had a numb face and was covered in blood.

Looking at the four monks who were calm and breeze, spotless and compassionate.

Looking at the imperial city where beacons are everywhere and blood flows into rivers.
Chapter completed!