“This is God’s will!”

"The goddess is angry!"

Under the gloomy sky, Xie Ling's white clothes fluttered and her voice rose a degree.

"Xu Haitang, surrender immediately!"

After Xie Ling finished shouting, she felt a little embarrassed.

Upon hearing this name, Xu Haitang's body swayed, he almost couldn't stand, and his face turned pale!

How did she know that I was Xu Haitang!

And she had thrown away the surname Xu long before she killed that bitch Xiaoyue!

Xu Haitang suddenly looked up at the cold white color in the sky.

The sky was dark, and only the goddess was emitting pure light.

Could it be... could it be that she is really a god?

With the help of technology, the setting of the weather, and the instigation of Zhang Minyan's professional subordinates.

The balance in the hearts of the people had long since tipped towards Xie Ling.

They all knelt on the ground, begging the goddess not to calm down, while cursing the fake goddess.

Most ordinary people in ancient times were relatively ignorant and easily instigated.

This is also the reason why Xie Ling vigorously developed education in Lingnan in the past, so that the people could learn to read and write and be able to think for themselves.

Xu Haitang couldn't even stand steadily. He opened his mouth to argue, but found that his voice was too small and had no deterrent effect at all.

As for those guards, they were originally temporarily assigned to Xu Haitang by the Murong family and had no loyalty to Xu Haitang.

At this moment, they all stood in place, staring at the goddess in the sky with fear.

They are also helping the tyrant. Will the goddess punish them?

In the teahouse.

The two people from Murong family looked at the goddess in mid-air with some fear on their faces.

Seeing that the atmosphere was brewing, Xie Ling spun the Emei Spear in her hand and flew down quickly.

Today she will kill Xu Haitang in public, no joke!

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"Sir, it's raining so heavily. It was sunny just now."

"Sir, shall we continue on our journey?"

At the border of Dongling, a group of young men dressed in casual clothes but with a bloodthirsty aura gathered in a dilapidated temple, sighing as they looked at the deep rain.

The young man in black who was surrounded in the middle was very handsome, with long eyebrows, a noble demeanor, and a pair of bright and sharp peach blossom eyes.

After wiping his sword, he quickly mounted his horse.

The voice was deep, "Yes. We must reach Kyoto today."