An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 188 God said, you are guilty!

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To the south of Zhaodu, a huge white column stands on a huge square, engraved with the patterns of various strange beasts, some roaring ferociously, some soaring through the clouds, and some devouring the sky.

Without exception, these inscribed lines show the majesty of the gods.

It seems to indicate the glorious past of the ancient god, whose power is higher than the sky.

The imperial edict is the capital of Suchuan. On the other hand, the Bisheng Pillar it built is also the largest in Suchuan. The height of the column cannot be measured with the naked eye, but Lu Ming estimated that it should not be less than 100 meters high.

I really have some doubts about how those ancient kings in Suchuan built the Bisheng Pillar. According to common sense analysis, the buried underground is at least tens of meters long, and the entire pillar is estimated to be close to 200 meters long.

It seems a bit outrageous.

Not to mention the ancient feudal dynasty without modern high-tech, even in the 21st century of the previous life, a pillar close to 200 meters is also a huge project, at least it is only needed for world-class bridges.

And this Bisheng column is not only so high, but also carved with so many lifelike ancient beasts, it can be seen that some things in the classics are not necessarily false.

Tiewei is on the left, Tianqimen disciples are on the right, and Lingyawei guards are standing above the square and on the eaves of many buildings with guns, so the people in the square are gathered like this.

The flame totem is inscribed on the top of the altar. After a group of Tianqimen disciples arranged all the required materials, the only thing to do now is to wait for the last step and pray the sacrificial oration.

Naturally, Tianqimen and the high priest are indispensable for holding the rebirth ceremony, but at this moment, the thin old man faintly felt a sense of uneasiness rising in his heart, which became worse and worse.

But I closed my eyes and thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out where my uneasiness was.

"Perhaps, Your Majesty is simply crazy..."

Forcibly comforting himself in his heart, the high priest turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man beside him with a complicated expression. The formation has been set up, and the next step is for him, the high priest, to recite the Shinto sacrificial rites enshrined by the Tianqis to the gods. Deeds are covered with badges.

Time was running out, and the high priest finally said to the middle-aged man: "Fozhuan, Master, I did apologize to you before, but...if...if after today, the divine way prospers, I will allow you to return to Tianqimen and start afresh." Practicing Tianqi Divine Way."

Fo Zhuan was taken aback for a moment, looked at the melancholy face of the old man, and immediately said solemnly: "Master, don't worry, Fo Zhuan has never left Tianqi Gate, and Fo Zhuan's heart has always been with God Lord!"

"Since my heart has never deviated from the way of God, I naturally don't care about those worldly reputations."

"Reputation in the secular world?" The high priest sighed softly, watching the serious and respectful Buddha seal raise his old hand, and finally put it down again, with his hands behind his back, he walked straight towards the top of the altar.

"Husband, there are sacrifices in the Shinto..."

"Husband, thanks to the divine way, Suchuan for a thousand years, stable..."

"..."

The sacrificial prayer document thicker than a fist was being rolled page after page under the hand of the high priest, and the old and vigorous voice echoed in the huge square, as if carrying a trace of mysterious power.

A breeze blew across the square, and the ignited flames slanted, and everyone was waiting quietly.

Pingjiang Hou Zhuxi's face was still stained with dried blood on the brocade robes, whether it was from his subordinates or from the iron guard who had suffered some casualties.

He didn't reach out to wipe the bloodstains. After decades of ups and downs, although Zhu Xi's state of mind can't be said to be stable and calm in everything he encounters, at least he won't lose it because of the mere stains on his appearance. Think about what is most important to you right now.

Your Majesty, the man who killed me!

Is it Liwei or is he really crazy?

Your Majesty asked to awaken the Bisheng Ritual today, why?
It is impossible for the girl in Bishengzhu to light up. The girl has been brought back by the king for so many days. It is impossible for the king not to bring her to try it out. It is impossible to light up.

The only one who can light up the Pillar of Bisheng is me, Candle Rhinoceros!

Why on earth did your majesty crush the lies of the royal family for many years with his own hands under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Is he really crazy?

If you're crazy, shouldn't your odds be greater?

Some calloused thumbs were pressed against the hilt of the sword at the waist, and the sweat in the palm of the hand was blown by the breeze, and there was a cool touch. Zhu Xi suddenly froze for a moment, looked down at the sword at the waist, and then looked up at the altar above. The high priest who was about to finish his sacrificial oration.

His frown deepened, the emperor didn't accept his sword, why...why?

Didn't you just say that you offended him?

Is he really confident that he is extremely powerful and thinks this is his home field, or is it that he is really fainted to the point where he can change it day and night?
Zhu Xi couldn't figure it out, so he could only hold the hilt of the sword, calmly make himself look calm, and wait for the change, no matter what, the ending will always be known today.

All you can do is plan for the worst.

After a while, the nearby iron guards brought an iron cage covered with black cloth from outside the square and placed it next to Zhu Xi.

There were some jet-black animals sprinkled on the black cloth, and some places were still wet. It was obvious that the person who guarded the cage had just suffered an accident.

There seemed to be some creature in the cage. The moment the iron cage was lowered, there was a crackling sound, as if a creature was knocking on the iron cage.

Zhu Xi took a step back to the side, clenched the hand holding the sword hilt slightly, and it took a long time to look away from the iron cage covered with black cloth, looking at the stage above, trying to hold his breath and concentrate.

But his head was still buzzing uncontrollably, Zhu Xi had only one thought at the moment.

This king is really crazy!

If the king didn't know what kind of monster was locked in this cage before, wouldn't he know after he killed the guards he brought and robbed the cage?

But why on earth, why did he dare to bring the cage here even though he knew what was locked up.

Are you really crazy and want to dig your own grave?

It can't be possible that your majesty hasn't seen those so-called divine masters at all, right?
The moment the cage was put down, Linglong stood up, looked at the cage, clenched her fists involuntarily, obviously she already knew what was inside.

Green vines grew out of the gaps in the floor around her feet one after another, protruding like a silver snake with bared teeth, looking in the direction of Marquis Pingjiang, as if it might choose to eat someone under the master's order at any time.

Holding her with a pair of big warm hands, Lu Ming hugged Linglong in his arms, and said softly: "He will die, and he will die a terrible death, I promise!"

"Although he cannot be blamed for death, I still want to kill him, and I must kill him ruthlessly, dismember the body for cooking, and bite wild dogs. I will use it to let him taste all the pain in the world. , to avenge the grievances of those lonely souls who died in Pingting."

"Well, I believe you." Linglong raised her head, forced herself not to feel so sad, took a deep breath for a while, and said, "I don't like torturing people, so just kill if you want."

"It's one thing to deserve what he deserves, it's another thing for us to kill him."

"Lu Ming, you have to promise me that we can take revenge, we can hate injustice, we can complain for others, and we can hate everything we don't like... But you must not be the one who kills."

"Compared to other people who hate all the bad things, I hope you will be well all the time. I... can't lose you again."

Those eyes were full of indescribable worries. The girl who came out of the mountains was inherently kind, but because of this, she seemed to let go of many things that she had never let go of.

Maybe it's because she has matured and grown up, as she once said, she can't lose him anymore.

Lu Ming was stunned, looked at the serious girl for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead, and muttered, "Just kidding, I'm a foolish king. Can a foolish king be called killing?"

Linglong raised her brows, her small face was upright, and she looked unhappy. She didn't know whether it was because of his remarks or the pain of the knock just now.

Lu Ming rubbed her hair, blinked her eyes,
"Suchuan is mine, and I belong to you, eh?!"

Only then did Linglong's expression ease slightly, and she hummed softly.

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The ancient tome in the hands of the high priest had turned to the last page, and with the last "Please give me your favor!" fell, the thin old man with white beard first knelt down towards the divine master on the high platform.

There was a clattering sound all around, and the disciples of Tianqimen used the most pious state of mind, the most respectful posture, and the most enthusiastic pupils; they knelt down and looked at the girl who was said to be the god-lord like a pilgrimage.

This is the last step. The God Lord needs to light up the Bisheng Pillar that represents His strength and majesty, so that the world can feel its grace. According to the ancient records of Tianqimen Classics, the entire Suchuan Bisheng Pillar will respond to it. , gathered into a brilliant star map that all Suchuan people can see.

It will also make the majesty and status of the king more stable.

Marquis Ping Jiang wiped his palms that were warm because he saw the iron cage covered by the black cloth. The sweat swept away, and he put his palms on the sword hilt at his waist again.

There was no sound around, and the prayers and sacrificial offerings were over.

Tianqimen disciples kneel together

But none of this attracted Zhu Xi's attention, he just looked at the girl who was only five or six steps away from the high platform, and she stopped when she watched him walk from the high platform to in front of him pace.

Zhu Xi didn't understand what she was going to do, and instinctively clenched the hand holding the hilt slightly.

The girl glanced at Ping Jianghou who was nervous because of the exaggerated environment and the presence of ghosts, and then reached out to grab the curtain of the iron cage beside her, and Zhu Xi's body tensed instinctively.

"Are you afraid of seeing what you do?"

After speaking mockingly, the curtain was pulled back by the girl, and inside the pitch-black iron cage with no door, a gray figure curled up, and there was a faint mournful voice.

After careful identification, it is not difficult to see that in the cage is a girl who has no hair and has unknown silver-gray scales. Her complexion is pale, without the slightest color of blood. The dazzling sunlight shines directly on her face without the cover of the black curtain. The figure made her curl up even tighter in fright.

She tried her best to cling to the edge of the cage, as if being covered by an object could give her a sense of security.

Linglong leaned down and stretched out her left hand to ease the girl's nervousness, but when she felt the approaching palm, she let out a piercing scream of fear, and waved her hands indiscriminately, trying to drive away everything she was afraid of. .

Linglong paused slightly, retracted her left hand, and then saw a trace of warm blood flowing out of her tightly clenched right hand, she squeezed it slightly, and then stood up.

"I really want to kill you with a sword right now, and I don't even want you to live in this world for a second."

Walking towards the altar in the center of the square, Linglong stretched out her right hand in front of the tall Bisheng column, and then looked at Zhuxi: "But I want you to be punished more than simply die."

Spreading her palms, she held the bloody palms against the stone pillars of Bishengzhu that had not changed for hundreds of years. The blood flowed into the not-so-deep grooves. The girl continued to Zhu Xi: "You should get the real Judgment! You have committed an unforgivable crime!"

"You have to atone for the 30 innocent souls who died in your fief!"

The warm blood became cold, and slowly began to crawl towards the top of the pillar, flowing, and disappeared after a while.

After absorbing the blood, the entire pillar began to change, and the marks on the strange beasts began to go from bottom to top, one after another, toward the top with pure white light, until the entire pillar was lit up.

The sky suddenly became dark and pure, as if the incandescent skin had been torn off, allowing this area to see the bright and vast universe at once, and reaching out on tiptoes seemed to be able to grab a star.

Several unknown stars link into a line and gradually converge. The dazzling star map corresponds to the mountains and rivers of Suchuan, which is dazzling and extremely hot.

The stars on the star map began to connect to the Bisheng pillars in various places in Suchuan below, and the Bisheng pillars in various places gradually began to be lit up, and countless people in Suchuan began to look up, looking at the sky, looking at the star map, and looking at the God Lord ...

I don't know who said "God Lord's majesty", who started to pray, who started to shed tears, and countless people in Suchuan began to follow suit.

After a while, everyone in the land joined together.

Imperial capital.

The high priest prostrated himself on the ground, his pale cheeks pressed against the floor, and warm tears flowed from his cheeks; the Qimen disciples in the surrounding sky had already begun to be infected by the miracles in front of them, and began to chant the majesty of the gods.

Clang.

Zhu Xi couldn't hold back anymore, the sword in his waist fell to the floor, and even his whole body was limp on the ground, his face was full of sluggish disbelief, and he murmured 'Impossible! ' and such nonsense.

The surrounding iron guards had no time to pay attention to her. Even the iron guards who did not believe in Shinto knew that at this moment they should be kneeling and looking up at the majesty of the divine lord.

Suddenly, a ray of light shone on the girl in the iron cage, her face began to return to rosy, the originally deformed silver scales on her body began to disappear, and jet-black hair grew on her head.

After finishing all this, Linglong set her sights on Pingjiang Hou Zhuxi.

"God says, you are guilty!"

"Zhuxi, are you guilty?!"

Zhu Xi trembled all over, pulled out the saber that was said to be Shenzong's 500 years ago, and stuck it on the ground, trying to support himself to stand up, and he was about to succeed for a moment.

The reverberation of "Zhuxi, are you guilty?!" came from all directions again, and Zhuxi couldn't help being shaken by the sound and fell to the ground again. Looking around, countless pairs of eyes in the square looked at him and questioned him.

"This is impossible!!!"

"I do not believe!!!"

"You don't have the power of Shenzong, it is impossible for you to light up the Bisheng Pillar!"

The hair crown was already scattered on the ground, Zhu Xi's eyes were red, looking at his sword, he let out a heart-piercing roar.

On the high platform.

Lu Ming put the dagger back into the sheath, looked at the cut in the palm of his hand, picked up a white cloth from the side and began to wrap himself. After everything was done, he stood up from the chair.

"How can Shenzong's sword compare to Shenzong's blood?"

"Ping Jianghou, you don't even understand this, how can you beat me?"

Zhu Xi stopped suddenly, holding the sword to draw a deep ravine from the ground, the ground was lifted, Zhu Xi stared and saw that the sword was not damaged at all.

Below the altar, the face of the prostrate high priest was covered with traces of heat and moisture, and a familiar voice came from beside his ear, "Master...you should abdicate."

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PS: Linglong hurry up.

Although... well, try to write.

(End of this chapter)