The bluestone square in front of the towering Babel Tower, the main front of Shangqing Mountain, is crowded with people.
In addition to Shenzong disciples who were wearing Shenzong robes, there were more common people wearing ordinary clothes. Everyone's eyes, without exception, were fixed on the towering demon-burning platform in the square.
The man on the stone pillar.
That man was wearing an extremely ordinary gray short coat, and the original disguise on his body had long been washed away, revealing a handsome face that exuded the aura of a king.
Under him, countless firewood has already accumulated like a hill. Once the time comes, someone will light the dry firewood under his feet and burn him to ashes.
This person is none other than Helan Ji.
Beside him, four white-robed elders stood nervously on the four corners of the demon-slaying platform, each with solemn expressions and full body alert.
Although He Lanji has not shown much strength since catching him, no one would have thought that the Scarlet Flame King, who once had eight elders jointly deal with him, really has no backhand power at this moment.
After Zhou Cong and a disciple brought him back to Shenzong, the eight elders took turns guarding him.
At the same time, it is announced to the world that this "evil demon" will be killed on the demon-slaying platform.
Those in the audience were naturally pilgrims and spectators who came from all over the world.
After all, Shenzong's burning of demons was something that happened a hundred years ago. People had only heard of it in legends. Such a thing would only happen once in a hundred years. Who wouldn't be curious.
The sun is very bright.
It was early spring, with the chill of winter still lingering on the front. The wind blew from a distance and swept up He Lanji's slightly messy long hair, but it could not hide the outstanding aura on his body at all.
There seemed to be a vague layer of light surrounding his body. That kind of light was neither demonic nor treacherous, but it clearly conveyed the domineering aura of a king that made people instinctively awe.
People looked at He Lanji on the stage, with more disappointment in their eyes.
They originally thought they would see a green-faced, toothy monster or a monster with three heads, six arms and a tail, but now the one tied to the stone pillar was clearly an extraordinary and handsome man, and even many girls. Unknowingly, the aunts
He had already developed some sympathy for the young prince on the stone pillar.
"Is it wrong? Isn't this the same person?!"
"Didn't you hear about the demonization of the Scarlet Flame King last year? He is the Scarlet Flame King in the northwest!"
"No wonder, he is so handsome!"
"Yes, it's such a pity that such a person could be a monster!"
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While people were talking in the square and countless spectators were hurriedly climbing up the steps leading to the platform, two strong men with nimble steps were also carrying a golden sedan quickly up the steps.
In front of and behind the sedan, several men with the same bright eyes were carefully on guard to prevent any other people from approaching the sedan.
Ordinary people have to be cautious when walking on the steep and high steps, but the two men carrying the sedan ran all the way, almost flying towards the Babel Tower as if they were walking on flat ground.
In the Tongtian Tower, Nan Gongjin, the leader of Shenzong with his feet tied up in chains, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the little Zongtong who came in hastily, "What happened?!"
Xiao Zongtong bowed to him respectfully, "Back to the sect master, His Majesty the Emperor wants to see you!"
As soon as Xiao Zongtong finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then a man in plain brocade clothes hurriedly walked into the hall, "I'm sorry to bother you, Sect Master!"