Ever since Changsheng Xue settled in Chaoge, King Shou's energy and spirit had become increasingly poor. As a prince, he had to participate in state affairs. Emperor Yi was very displeased with his declining spirit.
How can he be so unbearable after suffering such a small setback, and how can he inherit the great position in the future?
Emperor Yi didn't know that in a corner of the city, members of the Eight Tribes came to the stage to give a speech, clapped hands with the crowd, and then vomited blood crazily when they got off the stage.
Kinnara said: "Senior brother, the human dragon energy is too powerful, I can't bear it anymore, poof..."
Emperor Shitian shook his head: "Hold on, since you want to keep Wei Ziqi in power, you have to invest, pfft... With this cause and effect, in the future, if Wei Ziqi wants to establish Western religion as the state religion, pfft... it won't work.
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The reason why King Shou has the symptoms he has today is largely due to Western teachings.
The Kinnara of the Eight Tribes is the god of Western music. He is good at drumming, singing and dancing. He can charm the soul and integrate it into the dance, so that King Shou can be fascinated by it at a glance, and his dreams at midnight are filled with clapping and dancing.
As a result, King Shou is now mentally exhausted, his waist and legs are sore, and he cannot even lift a cauldron weighing less than a thousand kilograms.
But for a prince to secretly attack, Kinnara alone could not bear the human backlash. Only the Eight Heavenly Dragons came together and gritted their teeth and persisted.
Fortunately, unlike Wen Zhong's disdain, Westerners cherished this opportunity very much.
The two leaders, Jieyin and Zhunti, have learned that the Eight Tribes successfully marched into Chaoge and gained a considerable foundation. They were very pleased. Although their true bodies could not come, they couriered a lot of lotus flowers from Bade Pond to use for recovery.
Injury.
In this way, they used the power of merit to resist the human dragon energy and weaken King Shou's energy.
Emperor Shitian vomited blood while hanging on lotus seeds. He looked in the direction of Wei Ziqi's mansion and made a wish under the starry sky: "Your Highness, you must become an emperor!"
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"Uncle Wang, eat well! Drink well!"
Unbeknownst to the hardworking Western believers, a hot pot banquet was held again in Wei Ziqi's mansion.
However, compared to the previous banquets where the banquets were all about friends and unfavored nobles, the guest hosted by Huang Shang this time seemed to be Emperor Yi's younger brother Bigan, another prime minister of Dashang.
Compared with Prime Minister Shang Rong, Bigan was a little inferior in handling government affairs, but he was a member of the royal family and was the link between the monarch and his ministers. He made an indelible contribution to regulating the relations between all parties.
Looking at the hot pot in front of him, Bi Gan swallowed his saliva and felt quite surprised.
Isn't this prince who has made tremendous achievements ready to change his greedy image?
Huang Shang said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, I don't want to compete with Shoude for position, so I don't need to spare myself from this verbal desire."
Bigan said solemnly: "Is what Ziqi said sincere?"
Huang Shang looked at him: "My father, my uncle, my king, and my ministers complement each other. It is a good story. I am not talented, but I am willing to imitate him, assist and be virtuous, and protect the country and the people."
When their eyes met, Bigan saw a sincerity and calmness, and even heard the other party's loud words in his ears. He finally smiled happily and moved his chopsticks.
So delicious!
After being full of wine and food, Bigan left the mansion and visited Wen Zhong and Shang Rong successively.
Wen Zhong was noncommittal after hearing this. He didn't really believe that the eldest prince would really give up the throne. He guessed that he might be retreating in order to advance. However, since the other party said so, he just went with the flow and settled the matter.
Shang Rong felt that it was not unusual for the eldest prince to have such a mentality due to his ups and downs. If he could assist King Shou and bring harmony between brothers, just like Emperor Yi and Bigan do now, that would be great.
The three civil and military ministers had similar views, and they also summoned other nobles to calm people's hearts and prevent them from being unintentionally involved in the fight for the heir.
As for the protagonist of all this, His Royal Highness King Shou, Emperor Yi did not tell him because he wanted to take the exam.
If others don't compete with you and want to inform and comfort you urgently, that would be such a waste.
In fact, notifications are useless.
Because King Shou would not believe it at all.
His sleep quality had been extremely poor recently and he was in a state of depression, but his copper bell-like eyes were igniting with blazing flames, and he kept summoning Fei Zhongyouhun to inquire about the progress.
Fei Zhongyouhun was forced to take it no more, so he could only kneel down in front of him and said tremblingly: "Your Highness, that is a ceremony to worship the heaven, the three emperors, the ancestors, and the God. We really don't dare to do anything there.
ah!"
King Shou looked at them coldly for a while, then suddenly said: "Have you found Yu Hua?"
Fei Zhongdao: "I found traces of him. He is still wandering in Chaoge. He is often seen in His Highness's mansion. He seems to be..."
"He is worried that the guild will be harmful to Wei Ziqi and will protect him, right?"
King Shou continued, with a strange smile on his face: "Isn't this great? Yu Hua is so withdrawn and only accepts death. As long as he is guided, if he misunderstands something, he will dare to take action during the ceremony to worship the heaven!
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Fei Zhong and You Hun were extremely talented in intrigues and tricks, and they knew it right away. They all kowtowed: "Your Highness is wise!"
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The second day.
Yu Hua rode a beast with flaming eyes and golden eyes, flying in the air, riding on the clouds and mist, and headed all the way to Penglai Fairy Island with a look of indignation on his brows.
This is the dojo of his master Penglai Yiqi Xianyuyuan. When he landed on the island, he saw that the rocks were rugged and sharp. Even the fairy flowers and herbs often showed a blood color, which showed the style of the island owner.
Yu Hua entered the cave and reached the depths. He saw a tall, fierce Taoist with blue complexion and long auburn hair hanging in front of a treasure furnace. He immediately kowtowed and said: "Master, the disciple is back.
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Yu Yuan looked at him and said in a neutral tone: "It will be good to come back. Will there be any gains from this trip?"
Yu Hua felt ashamed: "Disciple, I am ashamed. I was bullied by a traitor. I almost harmed Zhongliang and lost the soul-killing flag. Please punish me, Master!"
Yu Yuan raised his eyebrows: "The soul-killing flag was lost? What kind of opponent did you encounter?"
Yu Hua was startled and felt that his master was a little strange, but he still described the cause and effect in detail.
"Wei Ziqi...Western teaching...immortality science...haha, it's so blatant!"
Yu Yuan sneered: "Are you here to stand up for the master and take back the Soul-Slaying Banner for you?"
Yu Hua quickly shook his head: "No, I wanted to protect His Highness, but yesterday I heard a conspiracy. During the ceremony to worship the heaven, King Shou wanted to do something unfavorable to His Highness and killed him on the spot. The disciple's cultivation level is low and he lost it again.
The soul-killing banner was afraid that it would be difficult to protect the palace, so I came here to ask Master to give me the treasure. After this, I am willing to accept the punishment!"
Yu Yuan was puzzled: "It's impossible to do something directly during the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. Are you sure you heard correctly?"
Yu Hua said categorically: "It's absolutely true and absolutely correct!"
Yu Yuan smiled and said: "Haha, sometimes what you hear may not be what you believe! Why didn't you tell Wei Ziqi?"
Yu Hua said: "His Royal Highness has a kind heart. He was able to prevent this plot, but he cannot prevent the next attack. I want to teach King Shou a lesson so that he will never dare to do it again!"
Yu Yuan rolled his eyes: "Okay, in that case, as my teacher, I will go to Chaoge with you and meet the Western Sect for a while!"
"Master, you?"
The more Yu Hua looked at it, the weirder he felt. Although his appearance and voice were still the same as before, his demeanor, mannerisms, and pauses in his speech were as if he was a different person. He hadn't returned for three years. What happened during this period?
Noticing the look in his disciple's eyes, Yu Yuan coughed slightly, and a light flashed in his hand, revealing a long blood-colored knife across his knees.
Yu Hua split open and exclaimed: "The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword! Master, you have perfected it!"
Don't blame him for making a fuss. This blood-transforming sword is so tall compared to the Soul-Slaying Banner.
It was Yu Yuan who, with the assistance of his master Jin Ling Shen Shen, used the secret technique of interception and painstaking efforts to refine it. It is extremely domineering and contains extremely poisonous substances. Whenever he is hit by a knife, no matter how big or small the wound is, it will be difficult to heal and will continue to expand.
In the end, the entire immortal body will turn into blood and die.
The key is, no matter how high your cultivation level is, as long as you don't reach the realm of Hunyuan Daluo, if you can't detoxify, you will continue to be hurt, and you will still be unable to escape in the end.
Even those at the level of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit are not exempt from vulgarity. Of course, with Yu Yuan's ability, it is impossible to kill an immortal at the level of the four major disciples.
However, this sword is also extremely difficult to practice. When Yu Hua left Penglai Island, Yu Yuan was refining this sword. It was expected that it would last ten years, but he didn't expect that it would be done!
Yu Hua congratulated: "Master has this magical sword, he will be invincible to anyone who stands in his way!"
Yu Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand, and collected three pills from the treasure furnace in front of him.
Yu Huaqi asked: "This is?"
Yu Yuan smiled half-heartedly and said: "There is a hint of heavenly secret left. When refining the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, the dragon and tiger were separated in the furnace to determine the yin and yang. Three pills were refined together to resolve disasters. It would unintentionally hurt fellow Taoists. Master
It’s better to bring it with you.”
He tidied up early, summoned his mount Thousand Years Five Cloud Camel, climbed into the clouds, and headed towards Chaoge.
In less than a day, the master and apprentice descended and saw a high platform erected, with many craftsmen busy making final preparations.
Yu Hua said: "This is the altar, and the day after tomorrow will be the time of the ceremony."
Yu Yuan looked at Qi from a distance, observing Chaoge's atmosphere, and smiled slightly: "There is a good show to watch!"
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The seventh day of September.
Everything is appropriate, don't avoid evil or taboos.
The high platform for worshiping the sky outside Chaoge has been built.
A large cauldron surrounds the altar, with exquisite patterns painted on it, a total of twelve.
The inner circle is dominated by water, fire, thunder, wind, mountains and rivers, and the six sons of heaven and earth are settled;
The outer circle is dominated by the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and sea, and the heaven and earth are settled together;
Viewed from a high altitude, twelve well-proportioned cauldrons are assembled into the shape of a black bird with its wings spread out.
This is the custom of offering sacrifices following the Xia Dynasty, but at that time it was Yu the Great and the Nine Cauldrons determined the position of the Nine Provinces, but now it has become the Mysterious Bird of Destiny.
"The mysterious bird of destiny descended and gave birth to Shang. It was destined by the destiny of heaven. It has been countless times. It has magical powers and holy martial arts, leaving behind descendants..."
Wen Zhong stood on the high platform and loudly declared.
The decrees of later emperors are divided into edicts, regulations, edicts, edicts, etc., but they are not yet so detailed, and the ministers who read them out are not specified, only senior ministers with high moral character and high respect.
On the other side, the army carried Jiuyi's corpses and trophies. Huang Feihu rode a five-color sacred bull and opened the way in front. Huang Shang stood on the chariot and waved to the people watching on both sides, winning cheers after cheers.
After parading around Chaoge City, leading the surging crowds, they arrived at the altar to pay respect to the Heavenly Patriarch, and the sacrificial ceremony officially began.
Emperor Yi climbed up the steps to offer sacrifices to Sheji, the five sacrifices, and the five mountains.
The tablets of the great Shang ancestors are located at the front of the altar.
In the heart of the Chinese nation, without the ancestors of all generations overcoming all obstacles and overcoming all difficulties, it would be impossible to have the life we have today. The tablets of the Three Emperors are higher than those of the ancestors of all generations.
The highest position is that of God Haotian. That tablet is neither gold nor jade, but contains the glory of infinite faith. Standing in the center, it is the supreme being.
Emperor Yi began to offer sacrifices.
Sacrifice the ancestors of the Yin and Shang Dynasties! Sacrifice the three emperors of the human race! Sacrifice the God of Haotian!
Be methodical and announce your achievements!
The scene was quiet, even the tens of thousands of Chaoge people outside were silent. Only the old but energetic voice could be heard reciting the sacrificial words.
No one dares to make mistakes at this time, including King Shou.
Just after the long sacrificial words were recited, and the black bird on the big cauldron soared into the sky with its wings and let out a silent cry of joy, the most important sacrificial ceremony was finally completed.
At this moment, King Shou looked to the side.
There stood his half-brother, Wei Ziqi.
Due to the huge contribution this time, Wei Ziqi's position was also very forward. In addition, the ministers hoped that their brothers would be harmonious and deliberately made arrangements.
King Shou knew this very well, so when he spoke, his voice was extremely low, but it reached the other party's ears clearly: "This time I was able to destroy the Nine Barbarians army, and my brother took the most credit. I am so lonely that I am envious!"
Sure enough, a serious voice came from the side: "Shou De's words are serious!"
King Shou ignored him, and actually reached out his hand, using the large sacrificial robe to cover his movements, and grabbed his arm directly: "Brother has been avoiding Gu recently. He has refused invitations repeatedly. Is it because he is afraid of Gu?"
On the clouds in mid-air, Yu Hua, who had been paying attention to King Shou, his eyes were about to burst, and he said sternly: "Master, King Shou is not good for His Highness!"
This is the secret he overheard. At this moment that no one could have imagined, King Shou would kill His Highness.
Yu Hua didn't know the specific method, but since Fei Zhongyouhun could bribe him, he could also bribe other right-wingers. If he really wanted to kill someone at such a close distance, there were too many ways.
As for the consequences, Yu Hua doesn't care even more, because no matter what kind of punishment King Shou receives afterwards, His Highness, who is as noble as a lotus flower, will never come back!
He must stop it!
"This cruel trick is to bully my cheap apprentice who is simple-minded!"
Yu Yuan's heart was full of ridicule, and he said calmly: "Whatever you want to do, just do it, there will be a good teacher to protect you!"
"Thank you Master!"
Yu Hua was so confident that he raised a three-inch golden file in his hand, raised it in the air, turned into a golden light, and hit King Shou head-on.
This golden light file is another magic weapon of Yu Yuan. Compared with the dark damage of the Soul-killing Banner, the golden light file is upright and dignified. It has the aura of the Golden Spirit Holy Mother in it, and it is drawn directly towards the back of King Shou.
Although Yu Hua wanted to kill King Shou, he still did not dare to do so in view of the identity of the other prince. He just wanted to save people, force King Shou to leave Wei Ziqi's side, and then expose the conspiracy.
Before the attack came, King Shou, who had been well prepared, felt the threat keenly. A trace of pride escaped from the corner of his mouth, and a look of fear appeared on his face. He shouted: "Master, save the orphan!"
"How brave!"
A roar of thunder seemed to fall from the sky. Wen Zhong took action, and two long whips came first like dragons and blasted past.
This pair of male and female whips press the yin and yang to separate the two qi. They were given by the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit. Wen Zhong has been refining them for many years, and his achievements in the double whips have reached the pinnacle.
At this moment, in his eagerness, he transformed into two dragons, rising and falling erratically, and directly blasted the golden light file away.
When the two magic weapons came into contact, Wen Zhong immediately recognized it. It was Yu Yuan's golden light file. He couldn't help being shocked: "Brother's magic weapon? Are you Yu Hua? Why did you attack King Shou?"
Yu Hua hurriedly explained: "Uncle Wen, I am trying to prevent King Shou from harming His Highness..."
Wen Zhong said angrily: "That's nonsense. This is a grand ceremony to sacrifice to heaven. How dare you make mistakes when receiving virtue? Where is your master? I want to ask him how he disciplines his disciples?"
Yu Hua turned back to the clouds: "Master is here, eh...?"
Above the clouds, Yu Yuan's figure has disappeared.
"Protect Your Majesty!" "Brother, I'm here to save you!"
On the other side, the altar was in chaos, with several figures rushing out from the crowd to protect important figures. King Shou pounced on Huang Shang without hesitation, with a ferocious look in his eyes.
It was just an illusion before, but now that Yu Hua is taking the blame, he is really planning to take advantage of the chaos to kill his brother.
When the time comes, all the responsibility will be placed on Yu Hua. These Taoists have been in the mountains and forests for a long time and have no idea about the dangerous battles in the outside world. They can only be used to death!
"Don't even think about it!"
However, when he saw that King Shou was about to kill him, several figures appeared and stood directly in front of him. They looked strange and were exactly the Western believers that Wen Zhong mentioned.
King Shou was furious and took the lead in taking off his hat: "You people, you are disrupting my merchant festival. Come on, let me take them all down!"
The guards were still confused at first, because the battle was taking place in mid-air, surrounded by clouds, and they couldn't see who Grand Master Wen was fighting with. Then when they saw a Taoist appear, they immediately surrounded him.
Emperor Shitian didn't pay attention to these soldiers at all. He opened his mouth and blew, and suddenly everyone was staggering. Before Huang Feihu and other generals surrounded him, he said: "Your Highness, King Shou is going to do something bad to you, let's retreat first!"
After saying that, without waiting for permission, he immediately took cover and left, feeling secretly proud.
The Eight Tribes didn't know about King Shou's plan to lure Yu Hua, but they were also waiting for an opportunity for the conflict between the two sides to become intense. Only then would Western teachings come into play to make the cause-and-effect relationship closer.
But this time, the Eight Tribes did not expect that the first to arrive was not the Shang Dynasty soldiers, but a blue-faced Taoist who suddenly appeared. His eyes were like lightning, and he scanned them: "Who taught you the science of immortality?"
"The one who intercepts teachings!"
Emperor Shitian discerned the person's aura and thought it was the kind of restricted oath that prevented them from preaching to the Central Plains. He said without hesitation: "I made the change. Who are you? Tell me your name!"
Yu Yuan observed the words and expressions, counted with his fingers, and the secret showed that it was indeed this person.
Tianji is generally in chaos. If you want to explore the development direction of the torrent of humanity, Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian can't come, but it is still no problem to identify some small things. In addition, Yu Yuan is no longer what he used to be. He sneered and took out the bloody long knife.
, slashed over without hesitation.
This blow came unexpectedly. There was no registration number, and there was no warning at all. Emperor Shitian was caught off guard. The golden body appeared, the canopy unfolded, and he was about to remove the long knife.
Unexpectedly, the blood-colored long sword was as vertical and horizontal as lightning, and it contained an indescribable power of rules. With a slight turn, it was indestructible, directly tearing through the canopy's defense, and slashed him under the ribs.
Whoosh!
When they met, a stream of dark blood suddenly shot out, and Emperor Shitian's expression changed drastically, because the same wound appeared on his golden body. No matter how he suppressed it with golden light, it had no effect at all.
"You know the power of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword very well. There is no need to waste your efforts. Choosing the Western Cult as the target of the divine subjugation is quite good in terms of plot. Even Wei Ziqi has been used by you, but the strength is definitely not good!"
Yu Yuan gathered his strength, dragged him directly into the air, and said: "You are the Night King, right? We are all organized under the leadership of Teng Ling. If you want to save your body, join our camp and deal with it together.
Moon Pass!"
Emperor Shitian was confused when he heard this: "What are you talking about?"
Yu Yuan smiled and said: "Stop sophistry, don't worry, we formed an alliance just to protect ourselves. That guy at Yueguan wanted to use us as pawns to complete the mission of the main temple, but he didn't expect that we would ignore him, right? I know you
I have some friendship with Yue Guan, so I dare to blatantly make the changes of the reincarnation, but I don’t know where he is now, and I can’t save you at all!”
Emperor Shitian was confused. He could understand every word, but he didn't know what it meant when connected together. He just felt severe pain. He kept taking out lotus seeds and applying them internally, but it had no effect at all.
Yu Yuan looked at the fascinated and dazed expression, expressed his admiration for the acting skills, and took out the antidote from his sleeve: "Join us, this antidote will be given to you immediately, and I will also apologize for the offense I just made. You are still hesitating?"
What?"
"I don't know what you are talking about..."
In just a few words, Emperor Shitian had become extremely weak. In order to weaken King Shou's energy, the Eight Tribes were already not in their prime, and then they were hit by the enhanced version of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. The wound expanded rapidly, and the entire
His golden body was defiled and he was dying before his eyes.
But at this time, the remaining seven Taoists were surrounded by the generals led by Huang Feihu. They were unable to come to help at all, so they had to cry out in unison: "Heaven!"
Emperor Shitian looked down and saw the protected eldest prince, with a look of comfort on his face. After a thousand years, they came to the Central Plains from the west and finally made pioneering progress. Even if he sacrificed himself,
What does it mean: "You must assist Wei Ziqi well. You must seize the throne and help me teach and preach in the Central Plains..."
"Isn't it him? Is this the bait set by Yueguan?"
Yu Yuan realized something was wrong, his face became ugly, and he quickly asked again: "Who taught you the science of immortality? Who asked you to control Wei Ziqi to compete with King Shou for the throne? Tell me!"
Emperor Shitian was already on his deathbed, and the scene of Western religion preaching vigorously in the Middle Earth appeared in his mind, with countless believers clapping their hands together. At the moment when his golden body died, the corners of his mouth raised a smile of relief, and he dropped his iron-clad last words.