Zhang Ruochen put away the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron and the Golden Step Dragon Chariot, swallowed the next Fengchun Pill, and stepped into the ancestral hall of the emperors while healing his wounds.
The further we move forward, the more stable the structure of space and time becomes.
There are more and more inscriptions carved by the great sages and ancestors in the history of the Zhang family, some of them are carved in the ground, and some are carved in the air.
One wrong step and it could be wiped out.
Zhang Ruochen entered the various emperors' ancestral halls more than once to worship his ancestors and knew the way in.
Every time he walked a mile forward and came to an unnamed stone tablet, he would bow and salute, saying respectfully: "Zhang Ruochen, the seven hundred and seventy-fourth generation descendant of the Zhang family, comes to pay homage to his ancestors.
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Whenever Zhang Ruochen finished saying this, he could feel mysterious powers similar to spiritual power passing over him.
The first time he went to the Emperor's Ancestral Hall today, Zhang Ruochen was still a little scared, thinking that a ghost was passing through his body.
Now, there is no fear.
Emperor Ming told Zhang Ruochen that those so-called spiritual powers were actually the immortal thoughts of the ancestors of the past generations.
When one reaches the realm of the Great Sage, infinite mysteries can be born. Even after death, there will be holy thoughts left behind. If the holy thoughts are stored in some special places, they can last forever.
The ancestral halls of the emperors were built to store the holy thoughts of ancestors of past generations.
Gradually, a towering holy mountain appeared in front of us.
In the holy mountain, an emperor's figure is carved out of holy jade. Each statue represents a great sage from the ancestors of the Zhang family. At a glance, there may be dozens of them.
You must know that as long as a family can give birth to a great sage, it can become a super big family and even establish an empire. The heritage, resources, and methods left by the great sage are enough to keep that family prosperous for tens of thousands of years.
Like the Zhang family, a family established by gods has given birth to dozens of great saints from ancient times to the present. The heritage left behind is simply not comparable to that of medieval aristocratic families and ancient tribes.
The Dragon Protection Pavilion is one of the Zhang family’s heritage.
It is impossible for other medieval aristocratic families and ancient clans to cultivate retainers like Dragon Protection Pavilion, or a mysterious organization that protects the immortality of the family.
Only ancestors who have reached the realm of great saints are qualified to leave holy jade statues and spiritual tablets on the holy mountain.
Zhang Ruochen walked under the figure of an emperor and walked into the depths of the holy mountain.
In front of his eyes was a dense holy mist, with streaks of holy light coming out, soaring straight into the sky.
The spiritual tablets of the ancestors of past generations are placed on an altar.
"According to what my father said, the royal tombs are dominated by yin, and the emperor's ancestral halls are dominated by yang. One is for death, and the other is for life. The two are at two singular points in Shengming City, complementing each other, and jointly carrying the fate of the Zhang family
.With the blessing of the ancestors of all generations, the Zhang family can prosper forever. However, eight hundred years ago, the Zhang family declined. Why?"
Zhang Ruochen sighed softly, then clasped his hands together and bowed to the spiritual throne above.
The moment he bowed down, he saw a coffin suspended beneath the altar in the area shrouded in holy light.
"How could this happen? The coffins of the descendants of the Zhang family will all be buried in the royal tombs. How can there be a coffin in the ancestral halls of the emperors? Whose coffin is it?"
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, used his celestial eye, and looked over again.
This time I could see it more clearly. There was indeed a coffin suspended there, and there was a word "dust" printed on the head of the coffin.
Seeing the word "dust", a roar rang out in Zhang Ruochen's mind, giving rise to a guess that made him feel uneasy.
Could it be...
Zhang Ruochen immediately abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and did not dare to continue thinking about it. He did not open the coffin immediately. Instead, he prepared to activate the Great Sage's inscriptions to resist the ancient palace-protecting formation in the palace of Ling Xiaotian.
Ending this war is the most important thing.
"The Holy Sign of Fudo Myoyo."
Zhang Ruochen quickly ran his skills and mobilized a holy image from the holy source of Qi Sea. It was a white holy shadow that looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen.
The white holy shadow rushed into the altar, and in an instant, all the spiritual places were emitting thousands of feet of holy light.
Immediately afterwards, with the altar as the center, densely packed inscriptions of the Great Sage emerged, like blood vessels in the human body, spreading between heaven and earth.
The Great Sage's inscription was completely activated and extended to the entire Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.
Whether it is the army of the Holy Ming or the army of the imperial court, they are all looking in the direction of the ancestral halls of the emperors. They can see the outline of the holy mountain, and can see the jade statues of the great saints standing on the holy mountain, exuding a sacred and majestic atmosphere.
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"The emperors of the Ming Dynasty will wake up, the empire will once again usher in glory, and the rule of the Chi family will be overthrown."
"The ancient formation protecting the palace is suppressed by the Great Sage's inscriptions. Everyone goes all out to attack and kill them."
"Destroy the Lingxiao Palace."
"Long live His Royal Highness!"
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Without the suppression of the ancient palace-protecting formation, Shengming's troops finally no longer had to resist the formation while fighting powerful enemies.
A Le looked cold and ruthless, but the iron sword in his hand was simple and unpretentious.
"Wow——"
The sword light flew out and penetrated the forty-sixth prince's eyebrows at an extremely fast speed, killing him.
This is Ale's swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of death.
Death Kendo is not an orthodox swordsmanship. It does not require a solid foundation or various mysteries of swordsmanship. It is a swordsmanship that takes an eccentric approach to the sword.
You can use the weak to attack the strong and win by surprise.
In the sword of death, there is only one sword, either the enemy will die or you will die.
Even Zhang Ruochen, who follows the correct path of swordsmanship, cannot guarantee that he will be able to catch A Le's sword.
Once you can't catch it, you will die.
It was a matter of life and death, so Zhang Ruochen would naturally not try it.
On the other side, without the suppression of the ancient palace-protecting formation, the Confucian and Taoist saint king's awe-inspiring righteousness became even more majestic, and a round of sun and moon marks flew out, which actually beat King Tiger and Ben to the point where he vomited holy blood.
King Tiger Ben's chest was bloody and bloody, and a fiery power flowed through the wound, causing his Holy King's body to burn.
King Tiger Ben covered his chest, used his holy power to suppress the wound, and said angrily: "Who are you? In Confucianism and Taoism, there are never more than five people with your level of strength."
"I can only say that your knowledge is too shallow. Confucianism and Taoism are one of the three ways, and the depth of the foundation is beyond your imagination."
The Confucian and Taoist saint king once again read the second half of "Song of Righteousness in the Clouds", and a sacred text appeared in the sky and fell downwards.
King Tiger Ben let out a tiger roar, and a white tiger holy soul rushed out from his body, stretched out his tiger claws, and smashed each holy text to pieces.
It was the beast soul of a great sage, the Barbarian Emperor, in the wild secret realm. It was gifted to him by the Queen, and he refined the beast soul into his body and turned it into a fighting spirit.
After stimulating the Holy Spirit of the White Tiger, King Tiger Ben actually fought on a par with the Confucian and Taoist Holy King.
However, Qingyue Laozu did not have as powerful cultivation and strong blood as King Hu Ben.
She was already quite old and close to death. She was already in decline and could not fight for a long time. She was already quite reluctant to deal with the ancestor of the Cai family. Now that King Mingjiang joined the battle circle, she was immediately put in danger.
"Qingyue Laozu, even if you are absorbing the holy power of my Zhang family ancestors underground, you still have this little strength. Today, I will send you on your way."
King Mingjiang swung the Ten Dragon Sword and chopped it down.
"Bang."
Half of Qingyue Laozu's holy body was shattered by the sword energy, and only the upper half of her body was still flying in the air. Her old face was extremely ferocious, and she roared: "Even if I die, I will drag you two with me."
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Qingyue Laozu's holy body burned and burst open.
A terrifying destructive force surged toward King Mingjiang and the ancestors of the Cai family.
At this moment, in the direction of the Holy Mountain, great holy inscriptions surged out, dissipating the destructive power generated by Qingyue Laozu's self-destruction.
Even so, King Mingjiang and the ancestor of the Cai family still suffered heavy injuries, and both of them were coughing up blood.
A holy king self-destructed, and it was already a miracle that they could still survive.
"Lao Zu...died in battle..."
"Oh my God! Even Qingyue Laozu has been killed. There will be a big earthquake in the royal family. The Queen will definitely kill the Shengming rebels when she comes back."
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The death of an ancestor of the Saint King caused a huge sensation. All the royal children in the Lingxiao Palace were crying, finally sensing the crisis and the disaster that was coming to them.
If they had known that Zhang Ruochen was so scary, they shouldn't have provoked him a few days ago, let alone laughed at Zhang Ruochen for being a coward.
Now, it is so regretful that everyone wants to cry without tears.
They were so frightened that they rushed towards the temple where King Lingxiao was retreating, hoping to get the protection of King Lingxiao.
When they arrived at the temple, they found that the temple had been turned into ruins, reduced to sawdust and rubble. In mid-air, a suspended island appeared. At this moment, the King of Lingxiao was standing on the suspended island.
"How could a suspended island appear out of thin air?"
"That kind of suspended island should be the hub of the ancient palace-protecting formation, hidden inside the formation. I'm afraid it won't be revealed until the ancient palace-protecting array is fully operational."
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The Deputy Pavilion Master of the Dragon Protection Pavilion stood at a position as high as the suspended island, with a holy cloud under his feet, and said in a majestic voice: "With the ancient formation of protecting the palace, you can only fight to a draw with me. Now, His Highness the Crown Prince
After activating the Great Sage Inscription and suppressing the ancient palace-protecting formation, your advantage has been lost."
King Lingxiao is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with white hair already growing on his temples. He is full of momentum, and his whole person is extremely majestic. He said: "I have roughly guessed who you are."
"After fighting for so long, it would be strange if you still couldn't guess who I am." said the deputy master of the Dragon Protection Pavilion.
King Lingxiao snorted coldly: "I am indeed no match for you, but there are still a few people in the court who are stronger than you. If you dare to rebel, aren't you afraid of annihilating your clan and annihilating your clan?"
The deputy pavilion master said calmly: "You and I both know that the truly terrifying existence is not above the court and has long retreated behind the scenes. Of course, Sheng Ming is not as weak as you think. The Dragon Protection Pavilion you saw