Over the capital, there was an endless rumble, like the mighty divine presence, sweeping over everyone's hearts over and over again. No matter how strong or weak they were, everyone bowed their heads in awe, because someone was reciting the holy book!
But what is shocking is that he is not a Confucian literary giant or a hidden scholar, but he has not been in the capital for a long time, but he often hears news, especially recently, he has been the protagonist of uproar!
"The Holy Book says: When a country is about to prosper, there must be good fortune; when a country is about to perish, there must be monsters!"
"In the Song Dynasty, there are endless natural disasters, and the people are in dire straits. It is really the king's ignorance and lack of moral integrity that has led to the rampant evildoers. If this continues, the country will be ruined!"
I have great ambitions, am determined to slay demons, and fight to stop the war. Even if I die, I will have no regrets. I hope that the seas and rivers will be clear, the world will be peaceful, the country will be peaceful and the people are safe, and the human race will prosper and be immortal!"
Boom!
Before he finished speaking, dark clouds covered the sky, and among the lightning and thunder, invisible brilliance gathered in the sky above the capital, vaguely converging into the shadow of a giant holding the sky and the ground.
If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that it is a human figure, vaguely wearing Confucian clothes from the medieval Qin and Han Dynasties, holding a bamboo slip, wearing a hair bandana, his sleeves are as wide as a hood, wearing wooden clogs and cloud shoes, and he seems to be muttering something.
But it seems to be overlooking all living beings.
No matter who it is, no matter whether it is grass or trees, they all feel that this figure is looking at them, and they even look away or even close their eyes.
Immortal Holy Will!
This is the eternal will of the holy soul that has been enshrined by the incense of the human race for generations, and it does not come from a certain family of saints. Otherwise, it would not be inspired by the aspirations of a holy book. It must have led to the original deity who wrote the holy book, and it has a certain position.
One of the seventy-two sages of the temples!
Within a radius of ten thousand miles, the clouds and mists were still, and all living beings were drawn by the holy will. Those who had murderous intentions in their hearts bowed their heads and repented. There were monsters who were committing evil, trembling and kowtowing.
"Kill the demon and stop the war! Be kind!"
The thunder suddenly rose, and before a word fell, the dragon-like thunder pierced the sky, and the screams resounded throughout the world. Countless people lurked around Bianliang. Anyone who had devoured and harmed the human race would have their souls destroyed by the thunder, and their heads would explode. Monsters
All souls are destroyed.
"ah!"
Deep in the palace of the capital, several monsters in human form, dressed in blue scales, seemed to be pressed to the ground by invisible hands. For a moment, their true bodies appeared, flopping and unable to move, and they turned into mud when they screamed.
"Father, save me!"
A sinister young man with a pale face and a naked female body beside him ran towards the deep pool outside the courtyard in panic, but could not avoid the thunder falling from the sky.
"snort!"
Cold hums full of fright and anger rolled out, golden light like flames, with a trace of dark light in the monster, instantly enveloped the deep pool, and after the thunder fell, it set off huge ripples, sending out a rapid and dense burst, like the crackling of rain hitting banana trees.
Voice!
The golden-black light ripples endlessly, as if it will collapse at any time. Inside, you can vaguely see the shadow of a dragon head and fish body with a whole body of red gold, constantly spitting out brilliance.
"Sage, calm down!"
In the palace hall, invisible golden light surged around Zhao Yukun, and he soared into the sky, facing the giant's shadow. However, before he could fly over the roof, the power of heaven suppressed him.
Buzz!
A dragon seal in Zhao Yukun's hand lit up with overwhelming brilliance, and the entire capital was shaken. What no one could see was that it was as if a giant dragon thousands of miles away raised its head, coiled around the capital, and finally attached itself to the palace.
Although the giant dragon is extraordinary in appearance, its head has not been raised. It seems a bit humble in front of this phantom. However, if you observe carefully, when invisible ripples sweep across the body of the giant dragon, every piece of the phantom is like scales.
There are figures of people, bowing and worshiping, but there seems to be a hole in the dragon's head and neck, and figures are constantly coming out, floating between the sky and the earth.
"This kid is really tight-knit. Is Dawangzhan just trying to act like a housekeeper?"
In Anshan Lake, the drunken old man was rare and not drunk. He frowned and looked up, as if through the vast lake water, he could clearly see the shadow that supported the sky and the ground. He murmured, "Although the great power of the Song Dynasty is not exhausted,
But the signs of decline are already evident. It’s ridiculous that the Zhao and Song royal families put their hopes in foreigners. If this happens again, even if people’s hearts are still intact, I’m afraid... ugh!"
While shaking his head and sighing, he glanced at the blue-white giant turtle the size of a water tank lying in the corner, and frowned again.
"The descendants of our clan have always been rare. It's rare that this boy actually gave up Long Yi to help him recognize his ancestors and return to the clan. It seems that it is almost time for Xiao Wu to fulfill his original promise!"
At the same time, the immeasurable quantized light suddenly bloomed in the sky above the capital, and then converged in an instant. The figure pointed slightly, and the extremely solid light point fell towards the capital in an instant, disappearing into the center of Wu Ming's eyebrows and disappearing.
"It seems... I'm playing Dafa!"
Wu Ming rubbed his eyebrows and secretly complained in his heart.
Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to boost his reputation and use public opinion to save the situation. Unexpectedly, he actually elicited the immortal holy will of one of the seventy-two sages enshrined in the temples and personally verified his oath.
It is conceivable that if we were an ordinary person, not to mention having great ambitions, I would be afraid that before the Holy Book was finished, they would be crushed by the Holy Will drawn out, and their spirit and form would be destroyed.
Sometimes, speaking big words can really get you struck by lightning!
Fortunately, the lotus lantern has now recovered part of its power. Although it has consumed a lot of energy in pulling the underground river of void into the mountain and sea world bead, it still has unpredictable power.
When the oath brand entered the sea of consciousness, it was easily caught in the flames of the lamp. Not only did it not enter its soul, it became the nourishment of the lotus lamp!
But it doesn’t matter, as long as the world knows that Wu Mingfa’s great ambition is recognized by the sages, that’s enough!
"Kill the demon and stop the war!"
"Kill the demon and stop the war!"
"Slay the demon..."
The sound of roaring mountains and tsunami spread from Nancheng, covering the whole city in a moment, and even tended to spread to the surrounding areas. Public opinion was so boiling that it could not be suppressed at all. Ordinary great masters who opposed it would probably be shocked to death!
"Asshole!"
Zhao Yukun's face was ashen. After returning to the royal study, he smashed the whole room to pieces, "Didn't it say that the holy books are sealed in the holy temples and there are few external reports? He has never been to the holy books, how can he know the contents of the holy books?
, what kind of virtue can it cause the will of the sages to come?"
Muchun knelt on the ground, trembling with fear and not daring to persuade him.
"The impact of the dragon energy in this sanctuary will not damage the foundation, but it must be retreated immediately to stabilize the cultivation. When the day comes, it will be the time when this saint can be canonized, and everything will be solved!"
A golden dragon fish and jade sculpture suddenly bloomed with brilliance, as if it came to life and spoke human words.
"Kill him. After you canonize him, kill him immediately!"
Zhao Yukun roared almost like crazy.
"Hmph, do you want this holy general's contract to kill mortals to be wasted on a mere grandmaster?"
The Golden Scale Demon King's voice was filled with indifference, disdain and awe, "If you hadn't done these little tricks, how could you have provoked that little beast to have such great ambitions? If you don't want to make a fool of yourself, don't mess with him again these days. If you
The estimate is good, Lu Jiuyuan will definitely arrange for him to go to the emperor's cemetery, how to do it, I don't need this saint to teach you, right?"
Without waiting for Zhao Yukun to answer, the brilliance on the jade sculpture disappeared, and there was no sound anymore. The angry former looked as ferocious as a ghost, and let out a low roar: "You bastard, how dare you despise me, if not..."
"Your Majesty, be careful what you say!"
Mu Chun said in horror.
"snort!"
Zhao Yukun took a deep breath, his temples were pounding, and he said for a long time, "Bring the files of all the sects and aristocratic families that have enmity with that little bastard!"
"Here!"
Mu Chun trembled all over, knelt down and walked out of the study.
…
"Thank you all for speaking up!"
In the Zhenwu Martial Arts School, Wu Ming, like everyone else, leaned down to pay homage to the dissipating shadow, then clasped his fists and looked around, finally falling on the instructors with pale faces.
"You...what do you want to do?"
"This is the capital, not a place where you can act recklessly!"
"We are artistic conception warriors, protected by national law..."
Several people were trembling with fear and looked fierce.
Unexpectedly, Wu Ming just glanced at it, then looked away, and said loudly: "Everyone, the Holy Will has come, this is a good sign, our Zhenwu martial arts school is in full swing, and I hope that all teachers and students will work together and make progress together.
Create greater glory!”
"Work together, work together, and create greater glory!"
The crowd roared.
"Now, the two elders Chen and Liu, as well as many of their disciples, have suffered unjust injustice. Under the power of the divine will, the demon Xiaoxiao bows his head. I believe that the grievances will be washed away in the near future. At that time, I will personally visit the two elders to pay homage to them.
Then teach me, Zhenwu Martial Arts School professor, to teach you, learn my karma and resolve your doubts!"
Wu Ming said solemnly.
"That's good. I've been waiting in the capital for several years, and finally I saw someone willing to speak out for justice!"
"The capital city has been shrouded in dark clouds for too long. Today we see the rising sun. The saints are coming to this world. Let the whole world celebrate together!"
"I have been waiting eagerly for the prince's return. I never thought that I would encounter such a big event. How lucky I am!"
But after seeing the crowd, seven or eight young men and women in their twenties looked at Wu Ming excitedly. It was clear that they were all protons who had returned from Beijin.
"Brother Chen, Brother Zhang..."
Wu Ming was overjoyed.
"Brother Wu, we have been waiting for you to pay homage to the heroes who died on the battlefield together. It is better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. How about we go now?"
The leading young man said.
"Thank you Ziming!"
Wu Ming bowed solemnly.
"Go together, go together!"
The crowd started shouting.
Gao Yu and Sun Lianzhi, who had already been pushed aside, couldn't get a word in at all. Looking at the crowd of tens of thousands, they felt frightened and couldn't calm down for a long time, and finally retreated in despair.
The memorial tablets of many soldiers who died in the battle were placed in the mountains hundreds of miles northeast of the city. There used to be a Wu family ancestral hall there, but except for an old man named Hu Cang, no one else managed it.
Nowadays, thousands of people are pouring into the valley, paper money is flying all over the mountain, and the sad songs are rising again, lasting for a long time until nightfall, and then gradually dissipate.
Only a group of protons accompanied Wu Ming, returned to the city, and went straight to Zuiyue Tower.
"Brothers, have you been prepared for this?"
Wu Ming said, looking at the packed banquet that had already been prepared.
In fact, as early as when he entered the martial arts hall, he noticed that someone had been secretly stirring up the atmosphere. After a closer look, it turned out to be protons.
"Haha, we agreed today that we will not return until we get drunk. Brother Wu, can't he bully us with his cultivation?"
Everyone laughed heartily.
Wu Ming would never refuse and would not reject anyone who came. Even though he was physically strong and had an amazing ability to drink, he also got drunk among the crowd.
At some point, everyone was stunned. Wu Ming followed the sound of the piano in a daze and came to the top of the building. When he could see the person playing the piano clearly, most of his drunkenness disappeared in an instant.