"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of sounds of fists and fists were heard, and more than 200 students from the Demon Hunting Academy began to surround Yan Lu and beat him!

All kinds of methods were used to vent the resentment and anger in his heart wantonly.

Jiang Jiuli was holding a starlight sword with a ferocious look on his face. The blade of the sword was cutting Yan Lu's body wantonly, not caring even if blood splashed on his face.

Mo Wanrou was even more ruthless, applying all kinds of force. Chu Sheng and He Qiang each held one of Yan Lu's thighs and spread it open for him.

Mo Wanrou, on the other hand, was punching like rain, attacking Yan Lu's men violently, hitting her with such force that Yan Lu rolled his eyes.

This horse riding is simply more uncomfortable than killing me!

The executions in the Holy City continued, and the screams of Nian Chu and Ling Xiu echoed over the entire city.

People were cheering, jumping for joy, venting their resentment wantonly.

The church collapsed amid people's cries of death, and the spiritual church also died at this moment.

From now on... there will be no church in Daxia.

The students were finally tired of venting. Jiang Jiuli's sword-holding hand was shaking slightly, his clothes and pants were spattered with blood, and he was panting slightly.

Yan Lu, who was hanging in the air at this moment, was like a piece of dead pork that had been modified into a knife. Even though he was beaten into a human shape, his vitality was still tenacious.

After all, he ate Emperor Sui meat.

Yan Lu, whose face was covered in blood, looked at Jiang Jiuli with a ferocious smile:

"You think you won? Do you feel good about winning? Even if you kill me, what can you change? You... can't change anything!"

"What should have happened has happened. The past is irreversible. Even my death cannot change this fact!"

"The church...is indeed in trouble, but as long as the Holy Gate of Heaven still exists, and as long as the Space-Time Demonic Abyss is not closed, the conflict will continue, and a new church will always be born!"

"Human beings do not have long memories. The only lesson humans have learned from history is that they cannot learn any lessons!"

"The real evil never comes from demons or gods, but... comes from the human heart!"

"Although I, Yan Lu, am dead, my will will be passed on and will continue. I am with Tianmen, hahahaha~"

At this moment, Yan Lu was laughing crazily. Even though he was in such a state of embarrassment, his mouth was still hard.

But Jiang Jiuli stabbed the long sword in his hand into Yan Lu's heart with an expressionless face, and the blood-stained long sword pierced out from the back of his heart. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"There is evil in people's hearts, and there is also good in people's hearts. Good and evil depend on people's self-choice and the guidance of others!"

"Everyone in the world is lost. Wherever they go, the person who takes the lead has the final say!"

"I know what you are thinking. You want to die and you just want to be freed quickly, right?"

"That...is too cheap for you!"

"This world is hell, a hell you transformed with your own hands. Enjoy it, my Lord Pope?"

A flash of sarcasm flashed in Jiang Jiuli's eyes, and the long sword pierced Yan Lu, lifting him up high, and then threw him straight towards the endless crowd in the holy city.

"Yan Lu is here, whether he lives or dies, it is up to the people of the world to deal with it..."

Yan Lu:!!!

His body drew a perfect parabola in the air and fell straight towards the crowd.

At this moment, everyone looked up at the fallen Yan Lu, with scarlet light shining in their eyes, their facial features ferocious and twisted, and their faces full of resentment and anger.

"Fight! Beat to death!"

I don't know who shouted, and the crowd became completely restless, like ants rushing towards a sugar cube, they all rushed towards Yan Lv's place.

A pair of big hands were like devil's claws, tearing at Yan Lu's holy robe, grabbing his hair, and even digging into his flesh and blood.

"He's riding a horse, don't let this bastard live!"

"Let me beat him! Let me beat him for a while? Use the electric baton to poke his skin! Stab him until he is dead. I have a high-voltage electric baton here and use urine to piss him off!"

"I'm coming! My urine is yellow!"

"Brother? You don't have diabetes, do you? Don't let him taste any sweetness!"

"Get out of the way! I've enchanted this mop in the bathroom. Let me use this mop to wipe his face properly!"

"Σ_(???"∠) vomit~ Brother, are you still ruthless?"

Facing Yan Lu, people tried every possible means and used all the dirty tricks they could think of.

If the corpse stitchers, Jiang Jiuli and others were a physical blow, then it was a mental humiliation for people.

The pope who is usually aloof and responsive to everything, now looks as miserable as a dog in the crowd.

His face was severely stepped on by pairs of big feet in the mud, and his body was brushed over and over again with a mop.

His eyes were gouged, his nostrils were picked, and his ears were torn off. The iron fists of everyone in the world hit Yan Lu hard and violently.

Yan Lu wanted to die, wanted to die extremely much, but he was so powerful, how could anyone in the world have the means to kill him?

But at this moment, Yan Lu couldn't resist and could only let people vent their anger on him.

At this moment, even Yan Lu's mentality completely collapsed. Lying in the mud pit, he looked at the sacred gate through the ferocious figures.

He still holds the last hope in his eyes.

"Master Shuo! Please! Help me! Help me?"

"I am your most loyal subject, with the most devout faith in you!"

"Please give me a miracle! Please!"

But someone said: "Are you making a noise? Shen Gouba doesn't have it, but Lao Tan has a mouthful. Come on, drink ~ tui!"

No matter how much Yan Lu shouted, the sacred gate still hung high in the sky, without any change or indifference.

The light in Yan Lu's eyes was completely extinguished.

Have even...the gods abandoned me?

I could have won, originally...everything would have been mine, but...why...it turned out like this.

Yan Lu still hasn't figured it out even now.

He does have a good understanding of people's hearts, and he also uses the evil in people's hearts to climb to the highest point, but he can only see the evil in people's hearts.

But there is not only evil in people's hearts, but also good...

He did not expect that Ren Jie would still not give up on the human race under such a situation, nor did he expect that Blade Heart would betray him and the church at the last moment, becoming the last straw that overwhelms the church.

Ren Jie has seen how evil people are, but he is still willing to believe in the bright spots in human nature.

Lu Qianfan, Night King...all are like this.

People's hearts are inherently evil, but... they are born to do good.

Yan Lu's success is due to the people of the world, and his failure...is also due to the people of the world.

Falling into the hands of the people, being trampled on and cast aside by everyone, may be the best punishment for him.

But just like this, how can we quell the anger of the people in the world?

"Stop! Stop it all! Stop fighting! Even if we beat him to death here, what will happen? What happened has happened, and Ren Jie...has also left."

"Killing Yan Lu like this is too easy for him!"

"I suggest that Yan Lu be handed over to Ren Jie. We owe him, and the human race also owes him. Everyone owes Ren Jie... I'm sorry."

"Let Yan Lu be handed over to Ren Jie. It can be regarded as a kind of apology to Ren Jie."

"This is a good idea, does everyone agree?"

"Agree! Agree! Let Ren Jie handle it. This is the best punishment for Yan Lu!"

"Just do it!"

In Yan Lu's desperate eyes, a touch of fear finally emerged:

"No! Don't! Kill me now, kill me~ ugh~"

But Yan Lu had a broken shoe stuffed in her mouth!
Chapter completed!