Chapter 781: Once born and cooked twice, the ultimate enhanced version of Weng Zhongjia
Afterward, it was routine to lament the time it took to smoke a cigarette.
Qin Yang looked down at the Silver Lake at his feet. Such a huge amount of three thousand indium was really a waste to guard the periphery of the ancestral court.
With the four Great Yan royal family members below, Weng Zhongjia, who is immortal, tireless, brave and fearless of death, and is like a puppet, even a Tao Lord can't even think of forcing his way in.
Especially the last warrior Weng Zhong who has never woken up. If he wakes up, he will definitely be able to exert the power of Dao Lord in the place where the ancestral court is.
This time, he was lucky. The former prince still had some consciousness that was not completely lost, and he revived slightly.
The former prince would do this. Thinking about it carefully, all he could think of was a sigh.
Royal people with humane feelings are really rare, especially in this world.
Thinking about it, the biggest reason why the late prince was deposed was that in the eyes of outsiders, he was too wise and was praised by everyone. In the end, he died. In all likelihood, it was because of his human touch and caring about feelings.
How silly.
Putting aside other factors, Qin Yang still admired the first prince of Dayan.
When the time for a cigarette was over, Qin Yang began to use the Yuan Magnetic Divine Ring to collect the three thousand indium from the Silver Lake. He could take it back as a gift or keep it for himself as materials. It would be of great use anyway.
There are so many things left and gathering dust here that if you don't take them, you won't be able to write down anything in the notebook.
After three days of hard work, the water surface of Silver Lake sank no more than ten feet thick.
After thinking about it for a while, I decided to forget it. You should stop digging in moderation. If you dig any further, if the soldier Weng Zhong below breaks through the obstacle of three thousand indium, the gain will outweigh the loss.
Quietly surfaced, some people on the shore were saying that the lake level seemed to have lowered, but the people who came later did not believe anything they said. Now the curling stone is wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, and part of the bottom is missing. The height of the lake level has not dropped much. At this moment,
Almost everything has been replenished.
Qin Yang left quietly, and suddenly thought of three "dong dong dong" sounds in his heart.
This is the online reminder of killer Qin Yang.
With a thought, the dog Qin Yang returned to the colorful gravel. Outside, the killer Qin Yang had a shadow hanging next to him with a curve drawn on it.
"So far, although this colorful gravel has expanded to dozens of miles and its overall strength has improved a lot, the overall stable structure is still not completed.
From the moment you go online, Colorful Gravel begins to gradually collapse. As time goes by, the speed of collapse will increase exponentially. After one day, the acceleration will stabilize to the maximum value, and it is predicted that it will completely collapse in three days.
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Judging from the current situation, if you go out for one day, the strengthening progress of the previous month will be reset to zero."
The killer Qin Yang listed several graphic tables, and the dog Qin Yang waved his hand.
"No need to look at it, you go online. When dealing with people in the future, I will be on it; when fighting with people, you will be on it. When other decisions need to be made, we can discuss it. Is that okay?"
"No problem." Killer Qin Yang readily agreed.
What happened this time was enough for him to come to the best conclusion. After all, he had already prepared to overturn the table before.
The consequences of turning over the table will lead to a series of unpredictable changes, bad changes.
The dog Qin Yang is basking in the sun in the colorful gravel, and the killer Qin Yang takes over.
Opening his eyes and regaining his Sima face, Qin Yang looked around and headed straight for the capital.
Next is the most critical step.
Send the old emperor back to the west.
The difficulty is not in the process of offering sacrifices to heaven, but in how to start the process.
After changing into a killer costume, he returned to the capital. As soon as he arrived, Qin Yang noticed that something was not right in the atmosphere.
In the past, the gate of Prince Yun's Mansion was open to welcome visitors from all directions, and people would come from time to time. Now the gate is still open, but the people coming in and out are no longer visible.
Qin Yang stayed in a nearby restaurant and did nothing. That night, Prince Yun came to visit himself.
"Aren't you afraid of being seen when you come out so arrogantly?" Gou Qinyang automatically came online.
"What they can't see."
"Okay, just be confident. I'm afraid you are not. How are you preparing? If the old emperor dies, will you be confident to win the final victory?"
"If the old emperor dies, there will be nothing to prepare for." Prince Yun said calmly, extremely confident.
"Haha..." Qin Yang gave him these two words and asked him to understand them by himself.
If he hadn't killed the bird before, would he still have a chance to show off here?
"You have to be clear. The prince and grandson are very powerful. If the old emperor suddenly dies, you won't be able to cut through the mess quickly and solve it as soon as possible.
Even if you are more prepared than I thought and can defeat the two of them, as long as they can leave the capital, they can immediately form a new team and establish a new mountain to claim the throne.
If this is the case, the power of the divine dynasty will inevitably plummet, and neither you nor I want to see this scene, right?"
"I am clear."
"Well, I need a place that can represent the Great Yan Dynasty to worship the heaven, and no one can disturb me and will not hinder the process of worshiping the heaven. The old emperor's life span has been exhausted. I just need to convey this news to the public.
Just declare it, it's very simple."
The process is quite simple, but if you don’t really understand it completely, the result will become...
Brain: I know it.
Hand: You know how to do it.
"How long do you need?"
"If it is simplified to the extreme, it will take at least an hour." Qin Yang thought for a moment, and the incarnation of Dayan's national destiny would definitely be happy to see this happen, and the cooperation would definitely be full: "At least half an hour!"
"Okay, three days later, the ancestral temple in the south of the city."
"Inside the city?" Three question marks appeared on Qin Yang's head.
What should Prince Yun do to ensure that he will not be interrupted or stopped by the old emperor in the city.
Logically speaking, in a place like this, the old emperor could die without a burial place with just a thought and a finger in the air.
As soon as the process of worshiping heaven begins, the old emperor will definitely be aware of it.
"Yes, you can rest assured in the city. No one will stop you, including the old emperor."
"If something goes wrong, don't blame me for flipping the table."
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Time flashed to three days later.
As agreed, Qin Yang came to the ancestral temple in the south of the city. This is a place of worship outside the palace city. What is worshiped inside is not people, but the entire Great Yan Dynasty.
Compared with Da Ying's approach of infinitely strengthening the Emperor, Dayan is taking the path of strengthening the entire Dayan. With Da Ying on their side, they want to infinitely strengthen the Emperor's presence, but it is useless. They are still fighting.
but.
It is better to strive for national strength as a whole.
In this case, it is easy to kill one person, but difficult to completely destroy Dayan. If Daying wants to completely annex Dayan and turn it into Daying's power, the difficulty will be extremely high, and the cost will be unacceptably high.
In the ancestral temple, there was only one old man who was so old that he began to risk his life.
After seeing Qin Yang, the old man led Qin Yang's way without saying a word.
All the way to the center of the ancestral temple, the main hall dedicated to the Dayan Dynasty, the dying old man bowed slightly and disappeared into the backyard.
After just a dozen breaths, Qin Yang felt that the old man's fire of vitality was extinguished.
With a sudden thought, Qin Yang took out the Xingluo Formation Disk and took out the dozens of Taoist sacrificial weapons that served as the formation's eyes. The powerful aura of the Taoist tools instantly filled the entire hall.
The scent of incense here, as well as the power brought by various sacrifices, manifested into light smoke, which was continuously swallowed up by dozens of sacrificial vessels.
Qin Yang put on a white toad suit, with a solemn expression and no distracting thoughts. He took out the sacrificial inscription he had written in advance and placed it on the altar table in the middle. After completing other preparations, he calmly burned a stick of incense and suddenly spoke, "
Shake the sky.
"The hands of the hypocrites tell all the people of heaven and earth..."
The majestic and solemn voice turned into thunder and resounded throughout the world, and people in the entire capital could hear it clearly.
But the sound swept through the entire Great Yan Dynasty in an instant at an extremely terrifying speed.
Everyone in the Great Yan Dynasty can hear this sound.
The sacrifice to heaven, which was simplified to the extreme, began.
And Prince Yun is still in his mansion at this moment.
He stood on the edge of the tower, looking in the direction of the ancestral temple.
"Your Highness, don't we need to do anything?"
"No, we can't be the first to do this. Someone will take action. I'm not the only one here looking forward to the death of the old emperor."
Just as he was speaking, a solemn and majestic voice exploded like thunder.
Taisun Mansion.
When the emperor heard this voice, he rushed out of the room in shock and hung in mid-air, looking in the direction of the ancestral temple. After hearing only a few words, the emperor was so shocked that he couldn't speak clearly.
"This...this is the funeral rite for death!"
Within a few words, the sky began to turn into blood.
Just as he was speaking, the emperor's grandson turned his head and looked at the palace city. A force containing a strong death energy condensed from the palace city and flew towards the ancestral temple.
A series of thoughts flashed through the Emperor Taisun's mind instantly.
If the sacrificial inscriptions are effective, it means that the old emperor is dead.
The power that flew out of the palace was huge, fierce, and as oppressive as if the emperor was personally present, which meant that the old emperor was not dead yet.
This is, the old emperor's longevity has been exhausted, but he is still dragging his feet to death, and now someone wants to steal the chicken!
Who is this person? The prince?
Although he was thinking this, the body of the emperor's grandson had already rushed out first, and he wanted to block the blow.
At this point, no matter who did this, he cannot let the old emperor continue to live. If the old emperor continues to live, neither he nor the prince will have good results in the future.
Halfway through the flight, the Emperor Taisun thought a lot and stopped abruptly.
Because he noticed that someone on the other side seemed to have taken action.
Prince's Mansion.
Although this prince is far inferior to the previous prince, he is not a fool.
The sound that resounded throughout the world was like someone had filled in the answers. If he couldn't figure it out, he would be really stupid.
And this voice is equivalent to announcing the imperial edict of his succession.
As long as this imperial edict is not destroyed before it is promulgated, the old emperor suddenly dies suddenly, and it is natural that the legitimate prince should succeed to the throne.
What the old emperor wants to do now is to destroy this imperial edict.
The prince's thoughts changed quickly. He was not the one who did this. It must have been the emperor's grandson!
But the emperor's grandson was not seen taking action.
After all kinds of thoughts emerged in his mind, the prince's eyes began to turn red.
To block? Or not to block?
If you don't stop it, that great opportunity will be completely given up.
But if he was stopped, he would definitely take the blame.
Even if the old emperor is gone afterwards, the emperor's grandson will still use this as an excuse to criticize him.
Seeing that it was almost too late, the prince's expression became more ferocious.
No matter what, as long as it is done, without the old emperor, the situation is most beneficial to him, he holds great righteousness, and he is the most legitimate prince.
In an instant, the prince's aura soared rapidly, and he began to try his best to use the power of the Great Yan Dynasty.
In the blink of an eye, he managed to stop the force filled with death energy before it hit the ancestral temple.
The prince held the golden seal in his hand, his whole body was shining with white-gold light, his face was solemn, and he opened his mouth and shouted loudly.
"town!"
In an instant, white-gold brilliance shone across the entire capital, and white-gold swords condensed out of thin air, passing through the dead air, decomposing and cutting the dead air, and then nailed them to the ground.
At this time, as the sacrificial inscriptions resounded throughout the world, the blood rain began to fall in the blood-colored sky.
Within the palace city.
The old emperor was slumped on the throne, his face was haggard, his face was gloomy, his eyes seemed to be looking at the prince outside the palace, and he sneered.
"My good son, you are too hasty."
His strength has begun to decline rapidly, and now it has plummeted all the way to the Dao Palace.
What's even more frightening is that the power of the divine dynasty that he can mobilize begins to decrease, and the restraints on the incarnation of the bound national destiny also fall apart.
At the last moment, the old emperor slapped his fontanelle with a palm.
The blood vessels under his skin quickly turned blue.
A large amount of three thousand indium began to pour out of his eyes, ears, nostrils, the gaps between his gums and teeth, and between his fingernails. In an instant, he turned into a silver man.
The energy of life is decisive, and the energy of death surges like a tidal wave.
But the power of the divine dynasty that was about to be completely lost suddenly began to rebound at this moment, and the power of the divine dynasty that he could mobilize rose linearly.
With the surge of death energy and the power of the divine dynasty, the old emperor's momentum soared from the Dao Palace to the peak of the Dharmakaya.
The old emperor raised his head, took a step forward, surpassed the limit of the dharma body, and rushed towards the Dao Lord realm.
Taking another step, the old emperor's body disappeared from the spot and he appeared above the capital.
The gray-black death energy turned into billowing smoke, soaring straight into the sky, and the sky was filled with blood rain. It was swept backwards by the terrifying momentum, as if time was flowing backwards.
The old emperor put one hand on his back, looked at the prince from a distance, and shouted in a deep voice.
"Rebellious ministers and traitors!"
When the prince saw the old emperor, he suddenly panicked. In an instant, thousands of people seemed to have penetrated into his mind, all of them were upright and awe-inspiring, and their roars were deafening.
The four words "rebellious minister and traitor" were as if they were stamped on his soul and consciousness.
The moment he lost his mind, the old emperor had appeared in front of him. The old emperor had a cold face and slapped the prince on the forehead.
The prince's body suddenly shattered and turned into powder. When stirred up by the death energy, both his spirit and form were destroyed.
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Qin Yang in the ancestral temple has finished the extremely simplified version of offering sacrifices to heaven.
He raised his head and saw that the prince's body was completely destroyed, as if his body ached, and he bared his teeth.
"Hiss, bad food..."
"This old guy turned himself into Weng Zhongjia Shi, he is really good at playing."