The strongest Tang monk fights westward journey

Chapter 293 Shaved the head of the old king
"Kill!"

In the entire imperial city, countless soldiers rushed towards the central street like a tide.

boom!
boom!
boom!
However, there was only golden light flashing on the entire street, and every time it flashed, a soldier fell down.

"The 530th is the sixth."

Someone in the crowd spoke, and immediately, countless people sighed. As far as their eyes could see, there was that bright red figure, which was so dazzling among the armored crowd.

Blood splashed on the street, and the bright red figure floated like a fiery mulberry in the tide, despite the turbulent waves ahead, it still stood above the waves.

Really brave.

"The 730th is the sixth."

Not long after, someone reported the number again, and the crowd was already numb. The visual impact brought by one man against thousands shocked people's hearts, like a god.

This was because Tang Sen was light in attack, otherwise, with his mortal body and the bonus of Nezha's Brick Artifact, as long as he used a little bit of spiritual power, everyone would be blown away.

As time passed, Tang Sen kept walking and rushed to the gate of the palace.

"Who is here, why did you break into me and destroy the French palace?" A soldier in front asked boldly.

"Eastern Tang Monk, here for the monk."

Tang Sen spoke concisely. After the thousand and one soldiers were brought down, no one dared to step forward. When he took a step, the soldiers took a step back. His might was unstoppable.

"Stop him."

"The king has an order to kill the monk and reward him with a thousand taels of gold."

Behind the city gate, a guard spoke. Suddenly, facing the huge temptation, the soldiers turned red-eyed and rushed towards Tang Sen frantically.

"Stubborn, forcing labor and capital to kill!"

Tang Sen was furious, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased. For a while, blood flowers bloomed in the imperial city, and screams continued. This time, he no longer just knocked everyone unconscious, but used murderous intent. Six red-eyed soldiers were shot to death.

"Ah, the monk has killed someone, the archer is ready, shoot him for me."

Someone shouted from behind, the soldiers lined up, the archers prepared, and at the last order, hundreds of arrows rained down on Tang Sen.

"It is said that Daoist Ji Mie can block bows and arrows. I don't know if this eminent monk can do it."

"I can see it."

"Well, I think it's okay for one person to single out tens of thousands of people."

Someone in the mortal crowd at the back spoke, showing inexplicable trust in Tang Sen.

"My bricks will become bigger, and I am not afraid of wind and rain."

Swish!
Tang Sen made a magic trick, turned the diamond plate into the size of a shield with a bang, pushed it on his head, and then ran wildly with his legs, rushing towards the gate of the imperial city with incomparable arrogance.

boom!
The entire gate of the palace collapsed, and the archers were thrown into the sky. Tang Sen held up a huge brick and smashed it wildly, all the way to the Golden Luan Hall.

"Hurry up, someone is here, protect the king, protect the king." The guards in the palace roared wildly, with swords, spears and iron spears all at once.

However, Tang Sen was still unable to stop his footsteps.

"General Dragon Slayer is here." Just when Manchao Wenwu felt extremely desperate, a figure came from behind and stabbed Tang Sen's back with a long spear.

boom!
However, the brave figure stopped immediately, and General Mielong was hit by a huge brick, and finally, he slammed into the side of the hall, causing the entire hall to shake violently, and he himself passed out.

"Made, it seems that today is more than auspicious."

The civil and martial arts of Manchu Dynasty were sweating wildly, feeling that time passed so slowly, as if every second was a torment.

And on the throne, the old king of France was already trembling with fright, trembling and daring to speak.

"Old man, you are the one who wants to kill the monk, right?"

Tang Sen shrank the bricks, walked up the high platform slowly, came to the old king, and said lightly.

"Yes!"

"Say, why did you kill the monk? If you don't give the poor monk a reasonable explanation today, I'll kill you!"

Tang Sen threw the brick in his hand and said viciously.

"I, Cao, are really brutal."

All the ministers in the audience wiped their sweat furiously, they were so defiant, what the hell is a monk, it's clearly a bandit!
How can a monk be so arrogant?
"I...I...I..."

"How tall are you, tell me what you have to say, and don't say that I killed you with a brick!"

Tang Sen was furious, his long legs propped up on the dragon chair, and his words were even more arrogant.

"If I tell the truth, divine monk, will you kill me?"

The old king was sweating profusely, afraid that the monk in front of him would give him a brick if he disagreed with him, and he would be humiliated. For the first time in his life, he felt that sitting on the dragon chair was like sitting on pins and needles.

"As long as you tell the truth, the poor monk might let you go, but if you lie, you can end your life with a brick, you can figure it out yourself!"

Tang Seng held back his anger and said.

"Okay, the king said it straight. I had a dream. I dreamed that there was a monk who wanted to kill the widow and seize the throne. I can't get used to the monk from now on."

"I'm a king, so I can kill if I want to, but it's my bad luck if I fall into the hands of a god monk today. I admit that I will die, and I will die at worst. The widow will be a good man again in 18 years."

The old king wanted to save face and suffer, and made the determination to die. He thought, I am afraid that the monk in the dream is this person, and he will die anyway, so it is better to try to be straightforward before death, so as to leave dignity for the ancestors.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

However, to his surprise, Tang Sen didn't wave the bricks, but instead looked up to the sky and laughed.

what's the situation?
Doesn't this monk kill widows?

Not only the old king, but also all the ministers whose hearts were raised in their throats were also stunned. The expected scene of blowing the king's head with a brick did not appear, but they laughed nervously.

They really don't understand.

"You are a bit interesting, the king. The poor monk wanted to kill you before, but now, the poor monk doesn't want to kill you. You have the guts, and the poor monk pardoned you, that's all."

Tang Sen opened his mouth, waved his sleeves, put away the bricks, and laughed.

???

Really not to kill?
The old king was stunned, and the big stone in his heart finally fell, feeling how wonderful it is to be alive.

However, he couldn't figure it out, why did this monk go crazy and let him go suddenly, there is no reason at all?

Not only was he unable to figure it out, but the civil and military officials in the hall were even more confused. This news made some people happy, but some people's eyes were darkened.

"However, although the death penalty is forgiven, the living penalty cannot be escaped. You killed eight hundred if not one thousand monks. The poor monk will not just let you go, hehe..."

Just when everyone reacted differently, Tang Sen's voice sounded again, faintly resounding through the hall.

"What... what... living crime?"

Hearing this, the old king's heart sank again. He is proficient in this way, so he naturally knows how deep the water is. This crime can be big or small. If the small one is punished a little, it will disappear after a while. The same thing, as for the big one, it is no better than capital punishment, even life is worse than death.

"Since you like killing monks so much, why don't you turn yourself into a monk so that you can be counted as an outlet for those dead monks."

Tang Sen smiled cheaply, took out the vegetable fairy knife, rubbed it bang bang bang bang, and slashed at the crown on the old king's head under the terrified eyes of the old king.

"Don't move around, or the poor monk will not be responsible if the head is chopped off."

Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Not long after, a bald king appeared in the hall.

(End of this chapter)