Mysterious Emperor: The Beginning of Anger Slaying the Demon Empress

Chapter 149 Public Complaints Boiling!
Emperor Wu didn't know that this time he would cause the heavens to spy on the mortal world.

After all, at this time, he has only just obtained the three-piece set of "Human Emperor", and he has not yet managed to control the aura of the Human Emperor.

In this battle, he wanted to create a realistic effect.

He tried his best to not suppress the aura in his body soaring.

Only then did the emperor's aura leak out, causing the turbidity to rise.

Of course, right now, he is being stabbed in the body by twelve swords.

Naturally, it will not be taken into account.

"Hahaha, dog emperor! You are finally dead!"

The Taoist, who was dressed like a scholar, had a ferocious expression, and tears of excitement shone in his tiger eyes.

Every time he thinks of what his uncle Ye Tian taught him.

He will cry bitterly!
Such a good uncle was killed by the dog emperor who dismembered his body with twelve flying swords in front of him.

It is really a gentleman not to avenge this revenge!

"Senior brother Zhang, we finally avenged our uncle!"

"So impressed!"

"Hahaha, revenge! Finally revenge!"

Zhang Bingzhong burst into tears with joy, and the tears flowed down. He looked at the excited brothers beside him, and couldn't help laughing along with him.

To cry and laugh.

Almost insane.

The onlookers saw that Emperor Wu was fixed high above the sky by twelve sharp swords, and they lost all joy.

They just came to watch with the mentality of watching the excitement.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly!

I have been relying on it for a long time, the omnipotent Emperor Wu in my heart, the great super emperor Zou, a great man of a generation, was besieged to death by this group of cultivators Xiao Xiao, it really made them feel heartbroken.

"Damn it! Your Majesty, the old man finally saw that you brought hope to Da Zou, so you can just die like this?"

quickly,

An old man in his 80s rushed out of the crowd.

In this world.

The average life expectancy of mortals is around 30 years old.

Therefore, those who can live to the age of seven or eighty,

It is a country, an extremely rare existence in a place.

More national treasure than any national treasure!
In the entire Gyeonggi region, there are only more than 80 people over the age of 300 and [-]!
Every year, the imperial court will give them a certain amount of money to support them.

Not only are there no taxes for them, but they are also subsidized!

The courtesy to them is different from that of ordinary people.

Not to mention that Lord Inspector can make them bow down.

Even the current emperor, they don't have to kneel down and salute!
It was such an old man who stood up bravely when Emperor Wu was in the most difficult time, and used his thin body to resist the villain.

With a solemn expression and a solemn face, he mobilized a pair of resentful eyeballs to stare at the group of Taoists.

"Isn't this Mrs. Han from Han's Village?"

"Yes! It's him!"

"Why is Mrs. Han here?"

Soon, the sharp-eyed group of people in the crowd immediately recognized the old man as Mrs. Han's true self, and rushed after him excitedly.

Emperor Wu looked so miserable that the people of Liming in Kyoto, who had enjoyed the favor of Emperor Wu, respected him like a god.

Now, he was poisoned by gangsters.

How can they not be angry?
A person's face was full of sorrow, his hands clenched tightly with the vicissitudes of life, the muscles and veins all over his body were completely recovered at this moment, and his white and black hair was slightly messy under the strong wind.

The young man's veins were bulging, and the old man leaned on a cane and yelled at the disciple of the Taiyi Xuanmen, completely disregarding his own life and death.

The civil and military officials who followed Emperor Wu did not have this group of people who loved their emperor.

They are loyal.

However, that was when Emperor Wu was alive.

The current Emperor Wu was suspended in the air, his limbs were dismantled by twelve swords, and his flesh and blood were bloody.

Already dead!
The dead emperor, how loyal are they?
One by one they wanted to scatter like birds and beasts.

But it's a pity.

They simply have no room to escape.

Facing this mob of angry people, the officials and lords who usually domineering in them are scared!

Needless to say, Jin Yiwei was scattered by the crowd.

Their combat effectiveness may be able to fight five or ten.

But in front of this steel dragon formed by public opinion, their usual deterrence can't make them as powerful as before!
"Old man, it's not that I don't want to kill you! It's that I respect your age! If the tyrant doesn't kill you, how can the world be peaceful?"

Zhang Bingzhong pressed the long sword in his hand.

He didn't directly attack the old Mrs. Han in front of him.

Although he is also an old man, but he has been cultivated, and his actual life span is much longer than that of ordinary people, at least doubled.

And the old man standing in front of him.

Being able to exert life to the limit in the limited life span.

It means that he is a virtuous and blessed person.

Killing the elderly and the virtuous and blessed will inevitably lead to retribution and divine punishment.

He is a monk.

He hates this the most.

So I didn't shoot directly.

Even if he is very upset right now.

"Hahaha! It's nonsense! Yaodao, you killed the Emperor Da Zou, you killed His Majesty who was the best to the people of Liming in the world, no matter how prominent your sect is, but in this Da Zou, you are the rats everyone shouts and beats!" It's a grasshopper after autumn, it won't live long!"

Mrs. Han has no fear!
He was also a bloody man when he was young!

After three dynasties of emperors, what kind of storms and waves has he never seen?

Just a Taoist?
A monk, what is he afraid of?
The old hands tremblingly lifted up, one hand clenched into a fist, the other hand stretched out a finger, pointed viciously at his nose, and was about to wave it towards his face.

"Senior brother be careful!"

"what!"

He only heard the disciple behind him exclaim in surprise, and then a sword blared violently. Just when the old man's fist was about to touch the skin of his face, the old man's eyes suddenly opened wide.

The old face full of wrinkles and resentment suddenly shrank rapidly.

There was a sharp scream.

Then the eyeballs turned white, from black to white, and a dry red blood flowed from the corner of the cracked mouth.

The chest was pierced by a sharp sword.

Bleeding ceaselessly.

With the drawing of the long sword, the strength that supported his shriveled body to stand up collapsed.

fell heavily to the side.

"Master!"

"Mr. Han!"

Whoa!

His death aroused public outrage even more.

This monstrous and angry public opinion, in fact, can they, a group of little monks, resist it?

Even the head of Taiyi Xuanmen may not be able to resist it,

What about them?

"Brother, what should we do?"

Just now he stabbed him with a sword to protect his brother, but now his face was pale, looking at the angry Liming people in front of him, he was stunned, really at a loss.

Terrified!

"Not good! Hey, Xiao Chen, who asked you to kill this old man? Go away! You have aroused the anger of the people!"

Even scholars and Taoists dare not look directly at the surging masses of people.

Not to mention other fellow apprentices.

All of them were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands steadily.

Yes!

Perhaps for an ordinary person, if he gets angry alone, it won't have much effect.

Maybe a group of ordinary people, ordinary people getting angry, will not have much effect!

but!
In front of tens of thousands of people, in front of countless ordinary people, as long as they have a goal and get together, no one dares to deal with them calmly.

Their power can destroy the ancients, even the gods can't stop them!
(End of this chapter)