"Song Yiming's strength is indeed terrifying! Three of the Seven Saints were seriously injured this time and it is impossible to recover in a short time."
"To deal with this Song Yiming, I'm afraid we have to gather the strength of the entire Huangzong Pavilion."
The Thousand-Faced Sacred Heart said with lingering fear.
"Elder Ge, I think it's better to ask those three elders to come out and help us..."
Immediately, a senior official from Huangzong Pavilion suggested.
The three elders he mentioned were older than the elders of the pavilion and were once regarded as the pillars of the Imperial Pavilion.
For Huangzong Pavilion to have such a status in the royal family today, the three elders are indispensable!
"There's no rush. If necessary, it won't be too late to invite the three of them to come out."
"It's still unclear what Song Yiming's plan is. I'm afraid we can only figure out his true purpose at the God Sacrifice Ceremony. For now, we can only wait and see what happens and make complete preparations."
"Although our Huangzong Pavilion and Song Yiming did not have a direct conflict, they fought several times openly and covertly, but neither took any advantage."
"So, you still have to be cautious..."
Mr. Ge said seriously.
Although Huangzong Pavilion was hiding, he knew that Song Yiming had already been eyeing Huangzong Pavilion and was waiting for Huangzong Pavilion to show up.
Once Huangzong Pavilion takes action, there will be no way out, and the outcome will inevitably be decided with Song Yiming.
In fact, even if Song Yiming controls the West Palace, his influence on the Huangzong Pavilion will still be limited.
As long as Huangzong Pavilion is willing, it will only take a matter of minutes to recapture the West Palace.
It just requires paying a certain price.
"Let's all get ready!"
Mr. Ge waved his hand.
After everyone in Huangzong Pavilion left, a figure wearing a silver mask appeared in front of the Pavilion Elder and knelt on one knee.
"Does the Little Heavenly King have any instructions?"
Mr. Ge asked immediately.
"The Little Heavenly King said that this God Sacrifice Ceremony is the best opportunity for Huangzong Pavilion to take control of the royal family..."
"So, Mr. Ge must be prepared."
"As for Song Yiming, Mr. Ge, don't worry, the little king has already made arrangements."
"When the time comes, someone will naturally hold Song Yiming back."
"Elder Pavilion only needs to do other things well to ensure that all direct descendants of the royal family are under the control of Huangzong Pavilion."
The silver-faced figure conveyed.
"Tell Little Heavenly King that I will do my best to stop Song Yiming and welcome Little Heavenly King back!"
Mr. Ge said expectantly.
Time flies and the day of the God Sacrifice Ceremony soon arrives.
The entire Huangxuan City was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and the gongs and drums were noisy, making it very lively.
This ceremony of worshiping gods is a royal ceremony, no less than worshiping ancestors.
Moreover, in this sacrificial ceremony, the sacrifices will also predict the future for the royal family, foretelling the rise and fall.
Therefore, the direct descendants of the royal family attach great importance to this ceremony of worshiping gods.
The place where the God Sacrifice Ceremony is held is the Huangxuan Palace located directly north of Huangxuan City.
This Huangxuan Palace was built during the reign of the last emperor, but before the construction could be completed, the dynasty collapsed and the construction project was stopped accordingly.
It was not until the royal family moved several times and finally took root again in Huangxuan City that the Huangxuan Palace could continue to be built.
Originally, Huangxuan Palace was built so that one day someone from the royal family could inherit the throne and live in Huangxuan Palace.
Unexpectedly, decades later, the direct lineage of the royal family fought openly and secretly, and no one could successfully ascend to the throne of God.
Therefore, the Emperor Xuan Palace has always been empty.
The ceremony of the God Sacrifice Ceremony was held in front of the Emperor Hall of Huangxuan Palace.
Early in the morning, the direct branches of the royal family entered the Huangxuan Palace one after another and gathered in front of the Emperor's Palace.
Hulan Tianji, who was in charge of the emperor's lineage, had brought a group of people to prepare in front of the emperor's palace very early.
The rituals of this God Sacrifice Ceremony have always been presided over by the emperor and empress, and this time is no exception.
In addition to the West Palace, the East Palace headed by Hulan Fanghua and the Nangong Palace headed by Zhennan Hou also arrived early.
At this moment, thousands of people have gathered in front of the Emperor's Palace, and the formation is so huge.
In front of me, they are all the mainstays of the direct line of the royal family.
"Have all the branches of the direct line arrived? This auspicious time has arrived, and the ceremony of worshiping the gods is about to begin..."
Hulan Tianji looked around and then spoke.
"Third Emperor, the West Palace has not arrived yet..."
Someone in the crowd immediately reminded him.
After all, in the direct line of the royal family, in addition to the line of emperor and empress, the three palaces in the east, west and south are also indispensable.
"Nishinomiya? Does Nishinomiya still have the nerve to attend the God Sacrifice Ceremony?"
Hulan Tianji smiled coldly.
Soon, many sarcastic and contemptuous voices sounded from all around.
The current Nishinomiya is a big joke to the royal family.
It is really embarrassing for the dignified Xigong to be subdued by a descendant of the eighth lineage of the royal family!
However, they were just sarcastic. If it were them, their fate would probably be no better than Nishimiya.
After all, the opponent he faced was an existence that would make the entire country of China blush.
Just when everyone in the direct line of the royal family was talking about it, suddenly, a sweet voice sounded: "Who said that the West Palace has no face to come? This ceremony to worship the gods is a grand celebration of the royal family. How could it be possible that the West Palace is missing? Although the West Palace has changed owners, it is still the orthodoxy of the royal family.
Direct lineage..."
"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for the Third Emperor to exclude Xi Gong from the event? People who don't know may think that the Third Emperor is afraid that Xi Gong will overstep his authority and preside over this ceremony..."
After saying this, Hulan Xinyue was seen dressed in men's clothing, with gorgeous robes and brocade clothes, and appeared with everyone in the West Palace with a dash of heroic spirit.
"Where did this little girl come from? Do you dare to question me?"
When Hulan Tianji saw Hulan Xinyue appearing, he naturally looked unhappy.
This Hulan Xinyue was just afraid that she was a descendant of Zhenghuang Banner of the Eighth Royal Family, so she dared to question him in public.
He had never thought before that Song Yiming would hand over the West Palace to a yellow-haired little girl.
This is simply child's play!
"The last prince who was cruel to me is still locked up in a deep palace, and he doesn't even care about dogs..."
Hulan Xinyue responded with a mocking smile.
Everyone around him couldn't help but laugh.
Hulan Tianji also had an angry expression and twitched, feeling very humiliated.
However, he did not dare to speak out loud, after all, the person behind Hulan Xinyue was Song Yiming.
"Miss Xinyue, why didn't Song War God come with you?"
Hulan Fanghua asked proactively.
"If he wants to come, he will come. If he doesn't want to come, even eight sedans can't move him!"
Hulan Xinyue responded ambiguously.
"What qualifications does a person with a foreign surname from the Eighth Lineage have to participate in the God Sacrifice Ceremony of my direct descendant of the royal family..."
At this time, Pingbei Hou Mu Daotian, who was standing next to Hulan Tianji, immediately snorted disdainfully.
As a highly prestigious figure in the line of emperors and empresses, his words naturally hold great weight.
At this moment, there were many voices of approval from all around.
"What happened to the Eight Meridians? I am also a disciple of the Eight Meridians. I am standing here right now. Is there any one of you who is dissatisfied?"
Hulan Xinyue asked with cold eyes.
Those direct descendants of the royal family did not expect that Hulan Xinyue would dare to directly provoke him, and they looked at each other, somewhat angry.
After all, she is not Song Yiming, so why would she dare to point fingers in front of their royal family.
This chapter has been completed!