Chapter 535 There is still a sky at the end of the sky
Northeast of Zhou Tianxia.
Behind the dark curtain at the end of the world.
At this time, countless small black figures appeared. They were busy building huge altars and holding grand and mysterious sacrifices. The ancient sacrificial song that seemed to resound all over the world, helping the ghost emperor's shadow condense the supreme true body, was
Came from the altar behind the scenes.
"Ahhhh——"
"The ancestors of the martyrs are above, and they continue to bring great blessings and auspiciousness."
"There will be endless rewards when you arrive at Shijun's place."
This series of high-pitched "ah" sounds was deafening and resounded through the sky. It was also extremely pious and could be described as worshiping to the ground.
And when the sound of "ah" sounds.
Almost the entire peasant country couldn't help but kneel down and worship, with a look of respect and piety on their faces, but the peasant disciples were struggling in their hearts.
They don't want to kneel down, let alone kowtow.
But they have no control.
At this time, his eyes penetrated the dark curtain that even a saint could not penetrate, and he could vaguely see an endless land.
The land is vast, like a primitive wilderness, full of mystery.
This is another world.
At the end of this square of heaven and earth, like a long horn, it seems to be inserted into the black curtain.
At this time, countless people dressed differently from Zhou Tianxia were performing grand sacrifices in front of the huge altar...
"The ancestor emperor set up sake in front of me to grant me peace and long-term health."
“There is also five-flavor braised pork, and the presentation is complete and appropriate.”
"I silently offer my condolences to the emperor, and the deacon is solemn and shouts without argument."
"The Great Emperor has granted me a hundred years of life, and a long life with yellow hair on my head."
"The hub is wrapped in leather and the shaft is carved, and the eight luan bells jingle."
"Sacrifice to the Emperor and offer a sacrifice. I will receive a great and long destiny."
"Peace and happiness descend from the sky, and this year we will have a good harvest of rice."
"The great emperor comes to receive sacrifices and brings unlimited happiness."
"Winter sacrifices are made to the gods in autumn to appreciate the glory, and the emperor and grandson sincerely offer wine."
There are dances, songs, witches, ghosts, people, wine, meat, blood, and souls in the sacrifices. This is not only a sacrifice to the great emperor Liezu, but also a prayer to the great emperor to "sustain my eyebrows and longevity" and "bring down my life."
Blessings without borders"...
The Great Emperor is the Shang Emperor.
Although they have their own new emperor, who is also the Shang Emperor...
But the Great Emperor is the supreme existence in their hearts, and no one can desecrate it, let alone replace it.
He is the Lord of heaven and earth!
Immortal!
During the grand sacrificial ceremony, they seemed to see the emperor's figure emerging from behind the dark curtain, and they also vaguely felt the emperor's power...
"Woo-"
They couldn't help crying.
After more than two thousand years, the majestic emperor's shadow finally emerged.
For more than two thousand years, they have always wanted to fight back to the Zhou Dynasty, serve the emperor in the world, and show off the emperor's majesty...
They knelt three times and kowtowed nine times while weeping, showing great piety and respect.
Five-body cast.
…
…
"die!"
In the black mist in the sky over Burial Mountain, Emperor Ying said coldly.
As if the words were spoken, terrifying laws suddenly intertwined between heaven and earth, and an unparalleled murderous aura burst out, killing Feng Qingyan's holy shadow.
At this time, there is no place for the holy shadow in the world.
There is no killing array anywhere.
But as soon as Emperor Ying's word "death" came out, the whole world changed and the sky quickly turned dark.
In the blink of an eye, day turns into night.
In the dark night, countless great sages felt the breath of death, which made them suffocate. But fortunately, the word "death" did not go towards them, but towards the saintly shadow.
Buried under the mountain.
Everyone's expressions changed dramatically.
The horror of Emperor Ying was far beyond their imagination. Just uttering the word "death" seemed to turn everything upside down.
At this time, the law of the word "death", as if it were tangible, turned into a rolling wave and pressed towards Feng Qingyan's holy shadow.
The students of Burial Mountain Academy closed their eyes with some despair.
Who in this world can stop the emperor's shadow?
now.
Although Feng Qingyan's holy shadow couldn't walk up to it, it was not crushed. He stood quietly in the air, seeming to be gazing at the emperor's shadow.
When the word "death" came rolling in, he suddenly said:
"A gentleman never dies!"
The law of "death" was suppressed, but he still stood in the air.
Immortal.
A gentleman never dies!
When Helianshan and Yanshan heard this, their hearts trembled and they murmured: "A gentleman will not die until he dies..."
"A gentleman never dies!"
"A gentleman never dies!"
The students at Burial Mountain Academy roared in grief, and then everyone at the foot of Burial Mountain roared in grief.
At this time, it seemed as if the sound of "A gentleman will never die" penetrated the billowing black fog and spread throughout the world. Countless sages and Confucian beings faintly heard the deafening roar.
My mind was also trembling.
They followed and roared in their hearts...
At this time, Feng Qingyan's holy shadow condensed a touch of the power of a gentleman. The power of a gentleman became stronger and stronger, like a broken bamboo, pressing towards the law of "death".
boom--
The word "death" is broken.
The world outside Burial Mountain returned to clarity, and the aura of the word "death" disappeared instantly.
…
In the dark fog.
Emperor Ying faced the northeast of Zhou Tianxia, looked through the black curtain at the end of the world, and said coldly: "Come back, I won't kill you."
On the black screen.
Countless little black figures bowed down with tears of joy.
Even the twelve ferocious ghost figures in bright red are trembling and bowing down at this moment.
Although they never want to fight back to Zhou Tianxia, they are also afraid of the emperor's power, and their fear is so extreme that it has been imprinted on their souls...
…
"Woo-"
Strange mourning was heard again outside Burial Mountain.
Countless hemp-clad evil spirits appeared out of nowhere, rushing towards the black mist, and knelt down respectfully towards the shadow of the emperor in the sky.
"I am immortal—"
Emperor Ying glanced coldly at the hemp-clad devil below.
Weeping in hemp, the evil ghost shivered, his head pressed tightly to the ground, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
But at this moment, one by one "serious" or "weird" people came out of the billowing black fog and arrived in front of the hemp-clad evil ghost in the blink of an eye.
The hemp-clad evil spirits were horrified, thinking that the "big evil" or "weird" was about to devour them, but they saw the "big evil" or "weird" moving copper pillars from nowhere.
The copper pillars are suspended horizontally.
And coated the copper pillars with something like oil.
Below, blazing charcoal was lit, burning the copper pillars red.
"Those who have passed will not die!"
There are "weird" ways to deal with evil ghosts wearing hemp.
Under countless "serious" and "weird" threats, the evil ghost with hemp had no choice but to walk onto the red-hot copper pillar. However, the copper pillar was hot and slippery, and before the evil ghost with hemp had even taken a few steps, he walked away from the copper pillar.
Fall up and down.
One by one, the evil ghosts wrapped in linen fell into the burning charcoal.
Sizzling——
Wisps of blue smoke came out.
One by one, the hemp-clad evil spirits died in the charcoal...
At the foot of Burial Mountain, many literati could vaguely see that they were a little confused before, but now their scalps were numb...
This ghost emperor is indeed cruel and vicious!
Woohoo——
The hemp-clad evil spirit cried again.
But the "great evil" or "weird" did not let go, and continued to threaten the hemp-clad evil ghosts to walk away from the red-hot copper pillars. But in the blink of an eye, countless hemp-clad evil spirits were burned to death under the copper pillars one after another.
Not even a speck of ash was left.
Everyone at the foot of the burial mountain felt numb.