He really wanted to get the legacy of his ancestors, but he was afraid of making wedding clothes for others. The strength of the heaven was too strong, and once the other party had evil intentions, they had no way to resist.
Feng Jinghong knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
No wonder the Church of the Sun God was destroyed by the Golden Crow tribe in the original plot. They were not strong in the first place, and this leader was without strategy or courage.
Since he knew that there was a gap in strength between the two sides, couldn't he have imagined that if he really wanted to have evil intentions, they would have no room to refuse?
"Master Ying, Ziwei, among all the religions, only your sect is safe and sound without being enshrined in the God's Monument. This is precisely because I have good intentions towards you who are also of the same bloodline as the Emperor." Feng Jinghong said slowly.
Yingbang was horrified when he heard this. He heard Feng Jinghong's dissatisfaction, and then suddenly realized, yes, although they were talking in a negotiating tone, he had no choice at all.
The opponent's dominance of Ziwei relies on overwhelming strength and ruthless killing, not morality and reputation.
"It's all up to His Highness!" Yingbang made the decision immediately.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, they have nothing to lose. They are already in such misery anyway, and there is nothing worthy of the other party's plot.
If you can really gain something, then you will actually make money.
After all, it is impossible for a descendant of a human queen to restore the glory of her ancestors.
After a while, an infant baby was carried to Feng Jinghong.
"Grandma~ drink grandma~" the baby cried out with its chubby little paws, and looked at Feng Jinghong curiously with a pair of big black eyes.
Feng Jinghong was speechless. He had actually forgotten this. Tang Gu had not yet appeared in the world, and Tongtong was still just a child less than one year old.
Such a little bean, no matter how extraordinary he is in the future, will not be of much use now.
"Your Highness, this is my son Yingtong. He has the same physique as our ancestor, the Holy Emperor, and his talent is extraordinary. He will surely restore the glory of his ancestors in the future." Ying Bang looked proud.
"How many people have you said this to?" Feng Jinghong asked.
"Haha, of course I have to share such big good news with everyone. Several of my friends know about it!" Ying Bang stroked his beard and laughed.
Feng Jinghong was speechless. He now knew why the Sun God Cult died in the hands of this man.
Forget it, you are just a weak one. You managed to get the body of the sun, but you don’t know how to hide it in the snow, and you still show it off everywhere. If you don’t attract wolves, you will be a ghost!
What is the difference between this and Tang Sanzang who walked around the city alone?
It seems that there is indeed no one left in the Sun God Cult, otherwise how could such a useless person be allowed to be the leader...
Rubbing her dizzy head, Feng Jinghong said helplessly: "Forget it, come with me yourself."
Although it is unlikely that this person will be recognized by the Holy Emperor, it is better than nothing.
Maps and manpower are in place, and everything is ready.
One day later, Feng Jinghong led his army, as well as people from the Sun Cult and Ye Hei to find Tanggu, a small island shrouded in fog.
The island is full of aura and full of old medicines. The most eye-catching thing is a sacred tree in the center of the island. Its main trunk is six feet high, golden in color, and its dense leaves are stacked in layers, like a blazing flame.
"Fuso Sacred Tree!" Everyone's eyes widened.
The sacred tree is truly blazing, with flowing haze. In the golden clouds surging above it, there are majestic palaces looming, which is eye-catching.
"That's the palace where the Holy Emperor of the Sun lived during his lifetime!" A group of people breathed rapidly.
Feng Jinghong was okay, after all, he had seen a lot of elixirs and received enough inheritances.
Everyone in Ziwei couldn't control it. Seeing this legendary immortal tree for the first time and the inheritance of the Sun Holy Emperor, they all wanted to rush forward immediately.
Fortunately, they had not lost their minds yet, and all of them turned their attention to Feng Jinghong, waiting for his decision.
"Leaves, come up!" Feng Jinghong gave the order.
Ye Fan originally wanted to go up, but when Feng Jinghong said this, he felt a little worried: "Why should I go up first?"
"I suspect that God only cares about you. If he doesn't show up, I won't worry." Feng Jinghong said.
Ye Fan couldn't refute, so he could only walk over step by step in front of everyone's eyes.
Just as he walked outside the Fusang Sacred Tree, "Chi!" a ball of sun fire essence fell from the sky, and a golden light flashed between Ye Fan's brows. All the real fire was swallowed up, and he himself was unscathed.
""The Sun Scripture"!" Yingbang exclaimed. Although the Sun God Sect has been discontinued for many years, he can still recognize his own skills.
There were no dangers along the way, and Ye Fan walked safely to the foot of the sacred tree. The golden flames covered him with a sacred coat.
Just as he was marveling at the beauty of the sacred tree, a one-armed figure in green appeared beside him out of thin air.
"Who can bury me in my hometown..." The old man in Tsing Yi hugged the sarcophagus and murmured in confusion.
The divine thought of the Sun Holy Emperor appeared, and everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. After all, this is the home planet of the Holy Emperor, and his reputation on this planet is so great! Many people grew up listening to his legends.
"Don't panic, everyone, it's just a lingering thought. There's nothing to be afraid of!" Feng Jinghong shouted loudly to stabilize the morale of the soldiers.
"Your Highness, if you stand in front and shout, the effect may be better!" Kunpeng looked at Feng Jinghong who was hiding behind him with a speechless expression.
Feng Jinghong ignored him and said to Ying Bang, who looked excited at the side: "It's your turn!"
"Okay!" Yingbang can't wait for a long time. The inheritance of his ancestors is right in front of him, how can he fall behind others.
After the divine thought appeared, it didn't do anything dangerous. Even if Ye Fan didn't respond no matter how he called, it didn't seem to be dangerous.
Yingbang thought he could give it a try. If the true spirit of his ancestors awakened and passed down the inheritance, the Sun God Sect would be revived!
Yingbang tried to get closer to the Fusang Sacred Tree, and as soon as he got close to the area covered by the tree's shade.
"Chi!" The blazing real sun fire enveloped him, Yingbang's hair stood on end with horror, and he quickly activated the sacred weapon protection given by Feng Jinghong to block the terrifying flames.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yingbang looked a little unhappy. He did not expect that as a descendant of the Holy Queen, his performance was not as good as Ye Fan, an outsider. He was angry in his heart and carried the holy weapon.
Come closer.
"Senior, where is the blessing you promised me?"
When Yingbang got closer to the god, he saw Ye Fan chanting to the god tirelessly. But the god was completely immersed in his own world and ignored him at all.
"Let me do it!" Yingbang said in a deep voice.
In front of everyone, Yingbang took out a bunch of things, including incense tables, rankings, tributes, etc.
He bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the tablet of the Holy Emperor of the Sun, and then began to recite an ancient incantation, which was like a sacrifice or a prayer.
The place was quiet, except for the sound of him chanting a mantra and the rustling of the leaves of the hibiscus sacred tree. Time gradually passed, and a strange rhythm was formed between the two.
The sound of Yingbang reciting the mantra became louder and louder, and the sound of the sacred branches and leaves shaking became louder and louder. Slowly, the void around the sacred tree and the heavenly palace in the haze also recalled the similar sound of reciting the mantra, as if there was something there.
It was as if tens of thousands of living beings were offering sacrifices together, shaking the nine heavens.
In this grand sacrificial sound, the god seemed to be undergoing baptism. His expression became more and more peaceful, and the aura on his body became more and more sacred, as if he was completing some kind of transformation.
"Boom!" An extremely majestic aura that suppressed the Three Thousand Realms rose into the sky. The entire North Sea was shaken by huge waves, and the clouds in all directions dispersed.
At this moment, the old man in Tsing Yi's eyes were no longer confused, his eyes were extremely blazing and angry.
The ancient fusang tree rustled and dropped thousands of divine lights, which further highlighted its incomparable sanctity:
"Who am I? Nine heavens and ten earths, I am the only one who dominates. Sweeping across three thousand worlds, reversing the six paths of reincarnation. I am - the Holy Emperor of the Sun!"