"Your Majesty, be careful!" Everyone exclaimed, and no one expected that this old guy would fight back in the end.

"Hmph!" Zhou Jian snorted heavily, turning around almost conditioned reflex, and accurately poked out his hand, grabbed his wrist with a bang.

The sharp part of the arrow stopped at an inch of Zhou Jian’s chest, and a sharp cold light flashed.

Seeing this situation, everyone was shocked and was very scared, just an inch away!

"Ah!" The Chansheng roared like a mad dog, and his left hand kept exerting force, and he was so crazy that he wanted to assassinate Zhou Jian.

But this little strength was like a tickling for Zhou Jian, and he didn't move at all: "Old guy, do you have this little strength? I'll give you a chance, you won't be useful!"

Bang!

As he said that, he slapped him hard.

With a bang, Guan Sheng Sumeru vomited blood in his mouth and was directly slapped away, hitting heavily on the ground. He didn't know how many teeth had fallen, and he let out a whimpering scream.

"Who still wants to resist?!" Immediately afterwards, Zhou Jian roared again, resounding throughout the night, overwhelmingly domineeringly.

The remaining monks who were fighting stubbornly saw this situation, looked frightened and no longer had the fighting spirit. They all stood still at a loss, and then slowly left their weapons.

"Bastard, what are you doing?! Kill me, kill me!"

"Pick up the weapons, pick up the weapons, fight with them!" The Saint Sumeru kept yelling, extremely unwilling.

Bang!

Zhou Jian's eyes turned cold and he kicked the person away with a kick. The blood mist filled his screams and said, "Who dares to resist, the fate will be like him!"

"No, no, we surrender, don't kill us!"

Bang bang bang... The monks kneeled one after another, their faces were pale and trembling. They were used to being arrogant and domineering, and they were typical bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

When they encounter a terrible ruthless person like Zhou Jian, they will be scared.

"Take it all!" Zhou Jian yelled, heroic and upright, and spoke Western dialect more fluently, and he actually felt like a "king of the foreign land".

"Yes!" Gu Hu and others who reacted quickly led people to suppress the scene. All the horns wearing cassocks were captured.

The overturned brazier and the ignited Zen room were quickly extinguished.

Seventy thousand Hu people entered the mountain, which was not something that five thousand monks could resist. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the turmoil in the Tuobei Mountain was calming.

Similarly, the news of the accident in Tuobei Mountain is spreading out at a plague rate. At most, countless believers will inevitably riot tomorrow morning.

Although during the day, believers believe in Zhou Jian for the sake of food, they agreed not to move the knife. Now that the Tuobei Mountain is being taken down, the only thing they don’t rely on is that they will inevitably riot!

OK!

At this time, Zhou Jian grabbed the Buddha's string that was summoned by the Saint Sumeru and lifted his whole body up from the ground. At this moment, he no longer looked arrogant.

"Old guy, you have done so many evil things, have you ever thought of today?"

Gan Sheng's face was covered in blood, his pale lips were extremely weak, and he was really bleeding too much. At this moment, he knew that he could not survive and said hoarsely: "Don't be proud, you will pay the price!"

"At most three days, you will perish. At that time, you will die worse than me. Your human skin will be peeled off, your clothes will be made, your bones will be watered and sunk into the Buddha's feet!" He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he was a ghost.

It was because of Zhou Jian that he fell from heaven to hell in just one day. By his level, it was almost equivalent to a rank of a rank of officials.
Chapter completed!