"Oh, Holy Master, don't mention him, he is a boring gourd."

Shan Ting knew that Jiang Zhige was quite optimistic about Zhou Qi, and thought that Jiang Zhige didn't want to hurt his face.

Jiang Zhige looked cold, raised his hand and grabbed Shan Ting's throat.

Shan Ting suddenly felt severe pain in her neck, difficulty breathing, and a shadow of death shrouded her heart.

"Holy, Holy Lord, forgive me..."

Shan Ting struggled in Jiang Zhige's palm as if she was about to drown.

She didn't understand why Jiang Zhige was calm just a moment ago, why he suddenly wanted to kill herself.

Jiang Zhige didn't say a word, the force in his palm continued to increase until Shan Ting's life ended.

Pfft!

A corpse collapsed to the ground, and she was suffocated to death, foaming at the mouth, her expression ferocious, and she was no longer enchanting and moving.

Jiang Zhige's expression returned to calm, and he never opened his eyes.

The previous question was actually asking who the damned person was.

If Shan Ting was instructed by Zhou Qi and had to come to Zhengyang Temple as a last resort, then she would be a poor woman.

However, judging from Shan Ting's speech and demeanor, it was entirely her own idea.

As a married woman, it is ridiculous to dare to think about the great emperor, let alone Shan Ting is a woman under Jiang Zhige?

Jiang Zhige never kills, but if Shan Ting's husband is not Zhou Qi, he will not kill him on the spot.

Zhou Qi was someone who Jiang Zhige personally introduced to Xuan Cang and admired him a lot. Knowing that his wife was such a disobedient woman and a person who tended to be in power, Jiang Zhige wanted to clear the door for her.

Not long after, a figure appeared outside the hall. He was about to pay his respects when he suddenly noticed the corpse lying in the hall.

"A, A Ting?"

Zhou Qi's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Isn't that messy corpse of a woman with a tragic death, Shan Ting, the woman who has accompanied her for hundreds of years?

Why did she die for no reason, and she still died in the Zhengyang Temple?

Zhou Qi's face was pale, and he looked up stiffly at Jiang Zhige.

Living in Xuancang Holy Land, buried in Zhengyang Temple, to say who is the murderer, it can only be Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and didn't move, and said solemnly, "It's just right, take this corpse away."

"Yes Yes......"

Zhou Qi's legs trembled, his face was pale, and he didn't dare to ask a question.

He stepped into the hall, and the closer he got to the miserable female corpse, the more uncontrollable the tears in his eyes became.

"A Ting... A Ting..."

Zhou Qi's eyes were filled with tears, his voice was like a low cry, he leaned over and trembled and hugged Shan Ting.

He could not produce anger and resentment, but only despair.

Shan Ting's clothes were messy and her death was tragic. Her expression was still filled with panic and despair. It was hard to imagine what she had experienced before her death.

Zhou Qi suppressed the grief in his heart, and finally summoned up the courage to ask: "Holy Lord, why, why did she die..."

Jiang Zhige opened his eyes to look at Zhou Qi, opened his mouth to explain, but took it back when he reached his lips.

"Because she's damned."

The voice was cold, without the slightest emotion, only an unquestionable voice of a superior.

Zhou Qi burst into tears when he heard the words, and almost burst into tears.

The woman who followed him for hundreds of years, now died tragically in the Zhengyang Temple, was the only explanation he got was one damn sentence?

At this moment, the sadness is greater than the death of the heart.

Jiang Zhige sighed inwardly, he naturally knew how much Zhou Qi valued Shan Ting, but because of this, if Zhou Qi knew that Shan Ting was this kind of thing, he would definitely be extremely sad and angry, and life would be better than death.

Instead, let Zhou Qi remember to hate Jiang Zhige and leave a memory for Shan Ting in his memory.

"Weekly, retire..."

Zhou Qi didn't ask any further questions. He embraced Shan Ting's body and staggered away from Zhengyang Temple.

Jiang Zhige thought that Zhou Qi would be worse off than death when he learned the truth, but he didn't know that when he learned that Jiang Zhige, whom he believed in, brutally killed his wife Shan Ting, he didn't even want to explain that Zhou Qi would also feel that life would be worse than death.

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"Shan Ting, this woman is neither ambitious nor courageous, but downright stupid..."

"That is, what kind of character is the emperor, how can there be a hobby of doves occupying magpie nests?"

"It's a pity, the emperor always protects others by hurting himself. Although this is simple and effective, when the truth becomes clear, it will only make people more uncomfortable."

The people in the hall were both emotional and sad. Seeing this memory, they hoped that Jiang Zhige would be more selfish.

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The thoughts of the people in the hall were correct. Now that he learned the truth, Zhou Wuji was already pale and his mind was buzzing.

Neither remorse nor guilt were enough to describe his feelings.

Back then, if it wasn't for Jiang Zhige's fancy, Zhou Wuji and the same country would have been destroyed tragically, how could there be today's achievements?

He regarded Jiang Zhige as a belief, but misunderstood Jiang Zhige in his self-righteousness, and even betrayed the Xuancang Holy Land, and surrounded and killed Jiang Zhige together with Qu Yun and his party?

"I, what qualifications do I have..."

Zhou Wuji fell to the ground in tears.

Thinking about it carefully, his cultivation and even his life are all thanks to Jiang Zhige. Even if Jiang Zhige is really vicious, he should go through fire and water for him.

What's more, everything is just a misunderstanding.

Jiang Zhige was not extremely vicious, nor did he brutally kill Shan Ting after insulting her.

"Holy Lord, Zhou Qi is guilty, and his sins should be punished..."

Zhou Wuji buried his head and choked up, not daring to look at Jiang Zhige, who was half-kneeling in the center of the hall.

That's right, he should be called Zhou Qi, what face is there to pretend to be Wuji in front of the monarch?

Under the astonished eyes of everyone in the hall, Zhou Qi condensed spiritual power in his palm, and he wanted to destroy his life and soul, and apologized with death.

"Weekly, wait a minute."

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Zhou Qi's ear.

"Holy Master?!"

Zhou Qi was stunned for a moment, he couldn't have heard it wrong, it was Jiang Zhige's voice just now.

"You, are you still conscious?"

After a brief stun, Zhou Qi immediately turned his attention to Jiang Zhige in the hall.

"Yes, don't make any noise."

"I really can't move, and it's true that my life is in danger, but I can still hear your voices, and I can also do sound transmission."

"Zhou Qi, you don't need to apologize with death, now I'll give you a chance to take guilt and make merit."

Jiang Zhige sighed inwardly, the memory has been showing for so long, and the plan to get out of trouble finally has to make substantial progress.

Zhou Qi's expression became serious when he heard the words, and he voiced: "Holy Master, please say, Zhou Qi will die!"

"Then listen carefully. With my strength, I can actually break free from the chain of trapped heaven. I need you to secretly transmit power to me to help me get rid of the bondage."

Zhou Qi looked stunned after hearing this, full of doubts and confusion.

Now that Jiang Zhige can get out of trouble without struggling, why should he ask him to help?

Taking a step back, even if he needed help, why did Jiang Zhige find Zhou Qi instead of Nangong Rou and Mo Ziyan?