Huge roars resounded around the capital, and more than ten artillery pieces, with extremely terrifying postures, struck the woman in the sky like meteors.
The crossbow arrows fired from the bed crossbow were like meteors piercing the sky. They were extremely fast, making a harsh sound as they shot through the air. They were the last to arrive, and were the first to arrive in front of Chu Yingqiu.
"Sniper crossbow, Vulcan cannon?"
"Prevention and control array?"
"I said how could you hurt Yang'er? It turns out you have the support of the Korean royal family!"
A cold light flashed in Chu Yingqiu's eyes. He spread his hands and his whole temperament changed. From the original noble and elegant, slightly cold and indifferent appearance, he turned into the holy and noble Guanshiyin Bodhisattva who saves all living beings.
The Buddha's light shines everywhere and the light is infinite.
The next moment, Chu Yingqiu's body shape changed strangely. What was clearly a single figure turned into more than ten figures illuminated by the Buddha's light, and easily passed through the incoming cannonballs and crossbow arrows.
Thousands of illusory fragrant steps!
Not far away, the master of the palace saw strange and mysterious steps walking and dancing in the sky. After easily dodging cannons and crossbows, he let out a long sigh and said, "Hey, she's still here."
"Palace Master, this is Queen Chu Yingqiu? What kind of Qing Kung Fu is this? Can you even dodge artillery and crossbow arrows with the power of formations?" Zhang Shou frowned and asked.
"There is a very special martial art in the upper realm, called the "Clavicle Ecstasy Heavenly Buddha Scroll"." The palace master's eyes flickered and his tone was indifferent, as if he was an old man who had traveled through the years and said quietly.
"Clavicle Ecstasy Heavenly Buddha Scroll?" Zhang Shou's face changed slightly. He didn't know the magic of this martial arts, but just from the name, he knew it was definitely extraordinary.
"This secret book is known as the first martial arts in the Bronze Age and is sought after by countless strong men. It contains three special martial arts."
"The heavenly Buddha descends from the devil's palm, has a colorless and formless body, and has thousands of illusions and fragrant steps."
"The devil's palm descended by the Buddha is unprecedented in ancient times and profound in the present. It is the supreme means of attack and death."
"It has a colorless and formless body, flies in the air, and is extremely dexterous. It is well versed in the true meaning of colorless and formless in Buddhism, and can carry out space transfers in a short period of time."
"The Thousand Fantasy Fragrance Steps have countless transformations and changes. They can separate several phantoms between reality and reality. They can avoid any attack and are difficult to defeat."
"On this thin secret book, there are one hundred and eight portraits of "fairies and witches" drawn on it. The patterns on it show the extreme of human desire and extreme debauchery. If it is used as a spring-
Judging from the palace map, it is definitely the top one."
"However, the secret of martial arts is hidden in the book."
The master of the palace smiled lightly, shook his head, and continued: "Although the booklet is a bit obscene, it does contain the most authentic Buddhist internal skills and breathing methods, and this method must be practiced by the "fairy and witch" who has mastered the "Girls' Enchantment Technique"
"It can only be perfected if it is passed down from generation to generation and practiced together."
Hearing this, Zhang Shou looked slightly embarrassed, as if he had thought of something, and asked tentatively: "So..."
"Well, if Chu Yingqiu is not the descendant of the fairy witch, then she must have trained with the descendant of the fairy witch." The palace master nodded slightly and replied.
An indescribable picture appeared in Zhang Shou's mind.
Because it was so fragrant and beautiful, it was hard for him to say anything, and the look in Chu Yingqiu's eyes in the sky was a little strange.
"Is that all it has?"
After dodging several times, Chu Yingqiu roughly understood the power of the anti-aircraft formation.
It can only kill ordinary transcendent realms. Facing a land fairy like her, it is a bit stretched.
"how?"
"Didn't the Korean royal family give you the manufacturing method of air defense towers?"
"Or are you unable to build materials from the lower world?"
Chu Yingqiu stopped dodging, slowly raised his hand, and a shadow of a Bodhisattva appeared behind him. The shadow held a jade purification vase, took out the willow branch from the jade purification vase, and swept it gently, causing water droplets to fall.
The next moment, the third round of artillery and crossbow arrows were completely wiped out by this powerful force like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"Since this is all you have, then die!" Chu Yingqiu clasped his hands together, and the powerful Buddha's light was restrained, imprinted on the palms of his hands. The unique terrifying aura of the land gods was like the power of heaven, overwhelming the people in the city.
Come.
"Die!"
"The Heavenly Buddha casts down the devil's palm!"
Chu Yingqiu slightly raised his hand and pressed down. The terrifying palm print was as big as half the imperial palace. It fell out of thin air. During the process of pressing down, countless flames burned under the palm print. The powerful suppressive force made it difficult for everyone present to
move.
Chu Yingqiu actually planned to destroy the imperial city together and let all the civil and military officials be buried with Zhu Youji!
Looking up, the falling palm prints are like an abyss of flames falling out of thin air. There is nowhere to escape and it is difficult to escape!
"It's over." Wei Zhongxian looked at the falling palm prints, his face changed drastically, and he ran out of the palace desperately. However, the strong pressure made his feet feel as if they were filled with lead, and even Qinggong was difficult to perform.
.
He was such a great master that these civil and military officials who had no cultivation were so frightened that they sat on the ground and stared blankly at the huge handprints that continued to fall, like a punishment from heaven...
"Hehehe...I must be dreaming? How is that possible?"
"How can there be gods in this world?"
"Yes, yes, you must be dreaming? What kind of golden dragon? What kind of queen? That's ridiculous!"
"The queen has died a long time ago. How can there be resurrection from the dead in this world?"
"Fake, fake, it's all fake!"
"I am the emperor's uncle, how could he die here?"
…
The civil and military officials continued to curse, some of them thought they were dreaming, and the other part was cursing Zhu Youji, scolding him for offering sacrifices to God so well?
However, no matter which one they choose, they all think that they will die.
Yes, who in this world can resist the punishment of heaven?
Just when everyone was desperately waiting for death, a cold and noble voice suddenly sounded.
"Magic·Space Deprivation!"
The civil and military ministers, city guards, eunuchs and maids looked at the figure on the altar.
I saw that figure, at some point, a fully armed armor appeared on his body, exuding a metallic color. He raised a purple scepter with one hand, pointing at the falling palm prints, and a red red scepter behind his back.
The cloak is blowing in the wind.
This look is exactly the same as the look just now when he drew his sword and pointed at the sky, shouting angrily.
In an instant, people who saw this scene seemed to see a human emperor raging against the sky, as if they saw a challenger who opposed the injustice of heaven and earth and attempted to fight against God with human power!
If God is unjust, I will draw my sword and fight against you!
In the eyes of the people all over the country, purple thunder and lightning emitted powerful light on the purple sapphire scepter, and a special pure white cube emerged out of thin air and rushed towards the pressed palm print.
The pure white cube is not big, only about the size of a person. Facing the palm print that is half the size of the imperial city, it is like a worm shaking a tree, and it is like an ant that is overestimating its own capabilities and is challenging the gods who dominate everything.
When the people saw this scene, their hearts were filled with doubts.
A strange idea boiled in their hearts.
That is... they want the little cube to win!
They hope that the Ming Dynasty Prince Zhu Youji, who dares to challenge God and face the gods in the sky, will win!
"Your Highness, come on!"
"Your Highness, don't be defeated!"
…
Unknowingly, some people even shouted.
The sounds gradually gathered and formed a torrent.
The will of the people was completely inspired by the stimulation of foreign enemies descending from the sky.
What kind of bullshit heavenly punishment?
What kind of bullshit god?
They don't care!
People don’t care at all!
They only knew that if the prince died, the Ming Dynasty would be over!
If the Ming Dynasty disappears, wouldn’t they just be the people whose country has been subjugated?
As soon as this idea came out, they directly overcame their fear of the god-like woman!
For a time, the people were furious, their eyes were red, and they shouted in support of Zhu Youji and the Ming Dynasty in their minds.
No one wants to be a slave to the subjugation of the country, and no one wants to be a person without belonging or country!
…
Counting five thousand years, only Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, holds the most righteous position and is the most popular!
Hundreds of years of rule and hundreds of years of accumulation have made the people regard themselves as people of the Ming Dynasty and are proud of themselves as people of the Ming Dynasty.
Hundreds of years ago, a beggar started from scratch with a broken bowl, overthrew the tyrannical Yuan Dynasty, and brought new hope to the people.
And hundreds of years later, gods descended from heaven and attempted to destroy the palace, the prince, and the dynasty that they had lived for hundreds of years, trusted in, and persisted in.
How can this make the people not angry? How can it make the people willing?
This powerful unwillingness, this powerful idea, gathered into a stream of substantial sentient power, like a torrent, continuously converging towards the capital in a way invisible to the naked eye.
Although the people are suffering, they still have the ambition to reach the sky!
All people may be weak, but they also have an unyielding heart!
No one can stop the will of the nation, no one can stop the hearts of all people!
…
On the top of the imperial city, Master Wuhen looked at the power of sentient beings surging in from all directions. The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, and he put down the bamboo scroll tightly in his hand and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you are right. Yes, whoever puts the people in their hearts will be held high by the people..."
"Although the royal family is ashamed of the people, the Ming Dynasty is still the Ming Dynasty of the Ming people. Whoever wants to destroy the Ming Dynasty must bear the anger of the people!"
"I originally thought I would need this, but now it seems that it is not needed."
Mr. Wuhui silently put down the bamboo scroll in his hand.
On the bamboo scroll, two characters from the Warring States Period - "Corpse" - were engraved.