This form of power was only achieved by the first generation of Saint Kings.
Because the first generation of the Holy King was the son of the heir to the royal family of the Tianwu Kingdom and the Saint of the Loulan Tribe.
Therefore, he also has Tianwu bloodline and Loulan bloodline.
But the subsequent saint kings have never been able to reproduce the power of this light of day.
After all, the conditions required for this form of power are too harsh.
"He actually did it."
At this time, Bai Di, who had been watching the fire from a high place across the bank, couldn't help but get excited when he saw the evolution of Song Yiming's power.
This form of power of daylight was originally the pinnacle of his pursuit in this life.
However, due to various reasons, he failed to achieve it in the end.
Therefore, he also placed his hope on Song Yiming. In fact, the reason why he saved Han Shuangyue was for this reason.
The power of cold veins can not only suppress the Tianwu bloodline, but is also the key to stimulating the Loulan bloodline.
But this probability is also very slim.
Song Yiming's luck was that he found the ancient city of Loulan and directly inherited the most primitive and powerful protective power from his saintly grandmother, thus stimulating the hidden Loulan bloodline.
Now he has Han Shuangyue and Hulan Xinyue, two inheritors of the Han clan bloodline, and therefore become the key to stimulating the evolution of the Loulan bloodline.
All of this seems to be caused by various chances and coincidences, but if it weren't for all the foreshadowing that Bai Di had done back then, there wouldn't be such a result today.
This is enough to explain how terrifying the White Emperor is.
That's why all the forces in those days tried every possible means and tried their best to get rid of the White Emperor.
Otherwise, if Emperor Bai wanted to unify the world, he might not be able to do so.
"I finally have the hope of reversing my destiny and bringing everything back to its original starting point..."
"Now all that remains is to find the entrance to that place."
Bai Di's eyes became extremely firm.
Here, Song Yiming, whose body was shrouded in white flames, came to the suffering-faced Buddha sitting cross-legged in the blink of an eye.
"My Buddha is merciful. I know that my sins are serious, so I asked Song War God to give me a ride."
The bitter-faced Buddha clasped his hands together and said very calmly.
"The fact that you can come out of my telepathy proves that you are not a treacherous person. Let me spare your life and do more good deeds in the future!"
"However, I will accept your cultivation!"
Song Yiming waved his hand directly, and a white flame rushed into the body of the Suffering Face Buddha.
Then he saw the Suffering-faced Buddha groaning, his head covered in cold sweat, his face pale, and his cultivation had been exhausted, but he had a look of relief on his face.
"How is it possible? The four great protectors of Huangzong Pavilion lost like this?"
Hulan Tianji seemed unable to accept the reality in front of him.
The direct descendants of the royal family also fell into collective silence, and no one dared to say a word.
No one expected that even the entire Huangzong Pavilion, with all its elites deployed, could not stop Song Yiming.
This man is so terrible!
"The fate of your royal family ends here today!"
Song Yiming stood with his hands behind his back. Under the background of the white flames, he looked like a god descending into the world, with divine power all over the world.
"My East Palace is willing to accept the Jinglong War God as the emperor, and I also ask the Jinglong War God to show his noble hand..."
At this time, Hulan Fanghua knelt down directly and bowed her head.
Seeing this, everyone else in the East Palace also knelt down one after another.
Because they all know that if they surrender now, they will have no chance in the future.
"I, the West Palace, would like to worship the Jinglong War God as my emperor!"
Everyone in the West Palace was not to be outdone and knelt down one after another.
"We at Zhaoyi Yuan are willing to worship Song Dynasty
The God of War is the Emperor..."
"Shu Feiyuan is willing to serve..."
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In an instant, all the direct descendants of the royal family from the other six courtyards knelt down and worshiped.
Because they all know that this is the only way to avoid death!
"Are you...are you all crazy? How can you regard him as the emperor? It's impossible...absolutely impossible!"
Hulan Tianji lost his mind and shouted frantically.
"Do you want to ruin the fate of the royal family?"
Mu Daotian was also furious.
"I don't need the throne, what I want is your royal family..."
Song Yiming was of course not interested in proclaiming himself emperor. Just when he was about to emphasize his ideas, a sneer suddenly sounded.
"The strength of the royal family should have been exhausted long ago. Thank you, Holy Son, for clearing the obstacles for our Holy Religion. From today on, our Holy Religion will be able to replace the Royal Family."
Soon, a group of menacing figures were seen pouring into the Huangxuan Palace, including many villains with astonishing strength.
The leader was none other than Xu Zihao, who was wearing a mask.
Song Yiming also frowned coldly when he saw these followers of the Holy Cult appearing.
"Holy Religion? Where does this bullshit Holy Religion come from..."
Hulan Tianji couldn't help but curse.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Hulan Tianji finished speaking, he suddenly felt something spurting out from the bottom of his throat. He reached out and touched it, and it was full of blood.
His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and he looked at Concubine Li beside him in disbelief, who was pulling out a dagger from the guqin.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.
"How dare you assassinate the Third Emperor, please come and capture her!"
Mu Daotian shouted immediately.
But the next moment, another ghostly figure appeared in front of Mu Daotian.
Makichi Tenzhi
After taking the shot, the two of them directly exchanged palms.
Unexpectedly, Mu Daotian suddenly trembled, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground.
All the direct descendants of the royal family were also shocked.
Unexpectedly, Hulan Tianji was killed like this.
"Song Yiming, you keep saying you don't want the throne, but in the end, you collude with a cult..."
Mu Daotian glared at Song Yiming.
And Song Yiming looked at the group of guys claiming to be the Holy Cult in front of him and felt strange. Could it be that this was arranged by Bai Di and he planned to take this opportunity to restore the Holy Cult?
"I have nothing to do with the Holy Religion, let alone know these people."
Song Yiming responded coldly.
"The words of the Holy Son are wrong. You have the blood of Tianwu, and you are the heir of the Holy Religion."
"The Holy King has a destiny, and everything must be obeyed by the Holy Son."
Xu Zihao said loudly that he also deliberately dug a hole for Song Yiming, making everyone think that there was an inevitable connection between this holy religion and Song Yiming.
But the so-called Holy King naturally does not exist at all.
"Get out now, or I will kill you too."
Song Yiming was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly issued an ultimatum.
"Since the Holy Son has an order, we must obey it. Then let your royal family linger for a few more days, and we will retire first!"
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Xu Zihao waved his hand again and led the saints to evacuate.
Although what just happened seemed like a farce, everyone knew that this was also a big game played by Xu Zihao.
"I still say what I said, I am not interested in this throne, but if your royal family really wants to survive, you must do what I want."
"I will give your royal family one month. At that time, your royal family must announce to the outside world that the imperial system has been abolished. The direct line of the royal family and the eight bloodlines will no longer have any royal privileges."
Song Yiming said as if it was a holy command.
This chapter has been completed!