King Su Li Jun and King Liang Li Che rushed back to the capital to report their lives. When the emperor told the emperor about the South China Sea God City, which was different in their eyes.

No one cares now.

Zuo Xiang Fang Xuanling said, "The underworld of Mount Tai is intrigue, which confuses the public, slanders the imperial power, and uses prophecies and divination to chaotic times. I ask Your Majesty to conquer the underworld."

Right Prime Minister Liang Zaiyan also agreed: "I agree with what the left prime minister said. The Taishan Underworld did not obey the royal sect, and had allowed ghosts and turmoil for many years. The affairs in the underworld were corrupt and the way of heaven was lost. The Tang Dynasty was responsible for the heavenly fortune, and the contemporary heavenly patrols were sent to eliminate these ghosts, gods and scums."

When all the officials in the court saw the direction of the wind, they immediately offered suggestions.

This incident seems to be just a rumor made by the Lord of Taishan Prefecture to the outside world, but in fact it is a direct and public provocation to the Tang Dynasty court now.

The facts are not important, what is important is that the majesty of the Tang Dynasty is unquestionable!

If the most thorough and fierce counterattack cannot be carried out, other gods will also think that the Tang Dynasty court is easy to bully. If this is to be tributed or that is to be worshipped, the court will completely lose its dominance and cohesion.

The emperor also said slowly: "The Tang Dynasty has been recuperating for a hundred years. It seems that many ghosts, gods and demons have forgotten. My Tang Dynasty built a country with martial arts."

"The Lord of Xuantai Mountain Prefecture will come to the capital to meet you for three days to clarify the whole story. If he comes, he will say something else."

"If you don't come, you will conquer the underworld this time!"

"Mr. Wu, the painting saint, please bring the sword of the emperor to inherit the fate of the Tang Dynasty and suppress the underworld for a hundred years, so that he will not be born, and serve as a warning to others!"

Wu Daozi nodded his head and took the order.

"Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan, Zhu Suiliang, three great scholars, led 3,000 Confucian scholars including Hanlin and Jinshi, and transferred the "Twelve Yellow Turban Strong Men" to go out with the painting saint!"

"Jianyouwei, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Revenue coordinated and cooperated."

"Logistics is fully coordinated by the right minister."

"Three days later, I want to top of Mount Tai, without any sounds coming out, and no ghosts appear!" The emperor was furious.

"Sir the Emperor's Order!"

The emperor then looked at the two princes.

"I feel very comforted to speak out for the prefecture, negotiate for the court, and maintain dignity."

Li Jun bowed: "This is the duty of a minister. If you offend me, you will be punished even if you are far away!"

"Please take King Su, govern the Longwu Army, clear out the demons, ghosts and thieves around Mount Tai, and expel all ghosts! Maintain order."

"yes."

The emperor turned his attention to another son: "King Liang compromised with the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea, and was calm and inadequate. He followed the right prime minister to coordinate the logistics of this battle."

Li Che also bowed and took the order.

The huge imperial machine began to run rapidly, and everything roared for the goal of war.

...

Three days later, the Lord of Taishan Prefecture had no response.

No one would have thought that it was a battle of the robbery between the Tang Dynasty court and the You King, but when the two sides were in a row, the Tang Dynasty would face the strongest gods first.

One dares to speak, the other dares to fight.

Henan Road and Mount Tai are now in a state of solemnity, with birds missing and people disappearing. Only practitioners from all walks of life are coming here.

Mount Tai has always been called the Fengshan land. Since Qin Shihuang sacrificed, it has a different status. It is said that "directly reaching the emperor's throne". It is a sacred land in the eyes of all dynasties.

However, such a holy place has now become a battlefield.

Wu Qi was watching from a distance from a mountain one mile away. Next to him was Chongyang, Li Mi and Huang Tian.

There were a large number of onlookers, and all monks from the Five Paths and Seven Temples were present.

Ji Zhan and Meng Changge are on the next mountain, while Qiu Mingcheng from Longhu Mountain is closer, while Maoshan people have built a bunker to watch safely...

The monks from all walks of life were even more direct. They stood in front of them in bright clothes, looked into the distance, chanting Buddhist scriptures in their mouths, and waiting for the start of this extraordinary battle.

There are also monsters and ghosts, so they can also watch secretly.

There is no doubt that the ghost was also spying in secret, hoping that both sides would lose both sides.

"Here you come." Li Mi whispered.

On the plain ahead, there were a group of Confucian scholars wearing white clothes. Neatly lit lights floated above their heads and chanted in unison: "The Master said: Governing with virtue is like the North Star, where all the stars share the same place."

The sound gradually became louder and louder from near to far.

Three thousand sounds entered the sky, attracting the different lights of heaven and earth. The clouds in the sky turned into pieces of beauty, reflecting a huge article in the sky, shining brightly!

The majestic power of heaven and earth envelops the entire Mount Tai.

The three leading scholars, Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan and Zhu Suiliang, were each led the study.

"The Master said: "The Book of Songs" is three hundred, and in one sentence, it says: 'Thinking without evil'..."

The thoughts of Confucian scholars are as bright as pillars, and shadows appear in the air, all of which are the souls of Confucian scholars holding poetry and books. They also respond with the chanting on the ground.

At this moment, all the spiritual energy around was absorbed by this huge square formation of Confucian scholars and merged into the sky. However, the bamboo slips and documents did not make it clear, but became more ethereal.

Huang Tian whispered: "What condensed in the air seems to be transformed into a god in the Analects of Confucius. His power is the incarnation of the saint Confucius, and his power cannot be underestimated."

Wu Qi nodded. He could feel that the bamboo slips in the clouds had actually merged with the great way, forming a fuzzy state where things are not objects and Tao are not Tao. Such an invisible state just reaches a certain equilibrium and can continue to absorb the light of the text and become more magnificent.

Under the "Analects of Confucius"

Kong Yingda and three other great scholars suddenly shouted: "Why do you say there is no clothes?"

Three thousand Confucian scholars responded in unison: "With my comradeship, Wang Yu raised his troops, and repaired my spear and spear. He shared his hatred with me!"

The ground trembled.

The great scholars said again: "Why do you say there is no clothes?"

Three thousand Confucian scholars shouted together: "With the same zodiac as you, the king of the army will build my spear and halberd. Let me work with you!"

There were thunderstorms in the sky, as if a thunder tribulation had arrived in the world.

The great scholars shouted at the top of their lungs: "Why do you say there is no clothes?"

The Confucian scholars shouted: "With the same clothes as me, Wang Yu will raise his troops and build my armor and soldiers. Let me go with me!"

There seemed to be thousands of waves in the air, rustling loudly, and the rumbling sounds on the ground seemed to galloping horses, and rainbow lights rose from the ground and penetrated straight to the zenith.

In the rainbow light, twenty-foot giants all over their bodies seemed to be cast by gold. Each of them held a large square shield and long spear, and their armor and facial features were carved to lifelike.

The golden people raked their long spears onto the shield, making a shiny sound.

"The Twelve Yellow Turbans." A trace of fighting spirit flashed in Huang Tian's eyes: "Each one is a real-person combat power, driven by national fortune and Wenguang. Although he can only fight with hands and feet, he can't do anything to the "domineering" of one of the great ways. This is one of the peaks of national fortune treasures, and the other peak is the "Qin Army power", but only Qin's national fortune can drive it, but it's a pity."

Wu Qixin said no wonder.

The strength of the "Twelve Yellow Turban Powerful Men" is equivalent to the twelve real people, and it does have extremely strong dominance.

The Yellow Turban Strongman was waiting for the battle, and a distant roar sounded in the air.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

In an instant, twelve Yellow Turban strong men threw out long spears in their hands. The twelve long spears turned into twelve golden lights and tore open a crack in the air, opening a door to the world, and suddenly there was a monstrous ghost spirit, and it was pitch black inside.

A series of black soul-catching chains flew out from the inside, wrapped around the twelve Yellow Turban heroes outside, and pierced into their bodies with their claws. At the same time, a famous ghost mess appeared out of nowhere in the air, each holding a red sign in his hand, and pasted it on various parts of the Yellow Turban heroes' body.

The soul-catching chain seemed to carry a force of heaven, dragging the twelve strong men into the underworld.

The Yellow Turbans tried hard to grasp the soul-catching chain, but they still couldn't resist that power.

Suddenly, the strong men threw out their shields and condensed into a golden gate at the entrance of the underworld. The sky was filled with bright light and bright light, and the door was tightly sealed at the entrance of the underworld.

The golden door was suddenly broken inside, and an arm burst out from it, revealing a human-shaped object that was difficult to distinguish.

As soon as it entered the outside world, it looked completely new, with a long beard and a kind face.

Huang Tian's face changed drastically: "King Qin Guang, one of the ten kings of hell, is one of the three righteous gods in the underworld!"

Wu Qi also felt that the power of King Qin Guang's body was not much different from the Dragon King of the South China Sea.

It is worthy of being the top level of the gods.

A bronze treasure mirror floated in King Qin Guang's hand. The mirror slowly turned, and immediately shone the twelve Yellow Turban heroes, shrinking their body, becoming the size of a palm, shaped like a toy.

"This is the immortal weapon "Miracle Mirror Platform". "Huang Tian reminds: "If you are reflected in the mirror, you can reverse the two levels, and men and women change each other. The tall and powerful people become low and weak, and the king of the world will also be reflected in beggars and refugees..."

Wu Qi felt a stern.

Unexpectedly, the first time I saw the body of the immortal weapon was the scene of this kind of battle of the century.

The twelve Yellow Turban heroes gradually became difficult to move, and Wen Guang, who had three thousand Confucian scholars, no longer supported him in the face of King Guang of Qin, who was half in the underworld.

Wu Qi asked: "Does King Qin Guang have to maintain his strength in the underworld? After he is out of the mind, he will be much weaker, right?"

"That's it." Huang Tian nodded: "The strongest god is the god in the divine pivot. If he leaves the divine pivot, even if he is in the jurisdiction, his strength will drop at least one level. The further away, the weaker it is."

Suddenly, a purple air came from the east and poured into the body of the Twelve Yellow Turban Strongmen.

Suddenly, these gold men, the size of a palm, suddenly injected chicken blood, and each became extremely powerful. They pulled the same smaller soul-catching chain and dragged King Qin Guang out one by one, pulling half of his body out of the black fog.

A long white scepter suddenly stretched out from behind King Qin Guang's head. The long scepter condensed a slowly rotating ivory flywheel in front of the partial god, but the end was still in the underworld. The flywheel stripped away the purple air and turned into thousands of thin threads, blending into the world.
To be continued...