Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 586: Replacement of Blood Vessels

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"It's so boring."

"It is."

"We are looking forward to an earth-shattering **** slaughter, and how much visual enjoyment will be brought to us by the attack of more than ten artifacts of the town and country!"

"Especially, with it, the souls and blood of the soldiers strangled by the aftermath of the kingdom's artifact."

"A long-awaited feast, isn't it?"

"But, I didn’t get what we wanted. It completely wasted the energy we spent on that fox family. Why should we help them get so many and so many innate artifacts? You know, even for the place where we are. This kind of consumption is also huge and unbearable."

After a long silence, the conversation continued.

"Then, that old fox must fulfill his promise. What he promised must be done."

"What if not?"

"If not, we will let the other two kingdoms gain power equivalent to them, and then issue an oracle to let them join forces to destroy the kingdom established by this old fox."

"The destruction of a country, the death caused by the war and conflict that broke out in the process, is enough to satisfy all our demands."

"Very good idea. So, do we want to promote their three-nation unity?"

After a long silence, a white holy light lit up in the darkness: "After their three kingdoms are united, are they qualified to challenge the more ancient kingdoms in the East?"

After a cautious and reserved murmur, someone chuckled: "If we can help, it should be possible."

In the snow-white holy light, the majestic and sacred voice continued to sound: "So, will the attacks on those older countries bring us benefits?"

There was a arrogant voice that exploded like thunder: "Benefits, of course... But we also need greater benefits."

The voice in the Snow White Holy Light became more and more majestic and solemn: "The division of our internal interests, we will talk about it afterwards... This kind of strategic decision has nothing to do with brute force. Therefore, Master Uto, please pay attention to control your emotions. ."

The arrogant voice roared in a low exasperated voice, which made the void twist.

A bright and clean blue cold light faintly lit up: "There is no doubt that the attack on the more ancient countries in the East will bring us great benefits, and at the same time, it will cause great harm to our competitors. The premise is that we must make good use of the power we have now, and at the same time, do not let our competitors deprive us of power."

A colorful and magnificent divine light illuminates the void: "Then, who is our choice?"

The colorful divine light squirmed like a giant colorful jellyfish, lazily stretching out its beautiful, poisonous arms and legs in the void: "Who will bring us greater benefits, and at the same time more Easy to control?"

"It’s the old fox who has been fainted by the woman, or the brutal and rude violent maniac, or it’s the hypocritical, vain, filthy old body that has concentrated all the original sins and filth of human beings. ?"

Belonging to the aconitum, the arrogant voice sounded again, once again like a muffled thunder, shaking the void: "I said, dear sirs, we need greater interests... we can’t act for nothing. You worked hard, but all you got was the meager salary!"

The aconite interrupted the voice in the colorful divine light and roared loudly: "You are about to harvest, and we also need greater benefits!"

The majestic and sacred voice in the snow-white holy light once again interrupted Aconitum’s words: "Violence does not solve all problems, Master Aconitum, you know... Strategic decision-making requires strategic wisdom, and Wisdom is exactly what you lack most."

The Aconitum growled furiously.

Then dozens of Dodge lights flickered, and together they suppressed the sound of the aconite, imprisoning him in the dark, so that his voice could no longer be heard.

A gleam of dark divine light gleamed, making the dark void more quiet and deep: "Why must it be these people? Why can't it be other people. Perhaps we can have more choices, Only in this way can we have more revenue."

In the boundless void, a star made of colorful spar traverses the void at high speed, but a very thin crystal needle tens of thousands of feet long stretches out of the star. No matter where the star moves, the tip of the crystal needle is dead. Locked on a certain point on the quadrangular continent far away.

The location pointed by the crystal needle is precisely Anyang City.

At this moment, in Anyang City, there are lights and festoons, auspicious light, aura rising, fragrant mist is permeated, countless white cranes are holding ganoderma lucidum in their mouths, slowly circling and flying in the sky, with golden scales and dragons stepping on the flowing clouds. , Spitting the fragrant rain, passing slowly from high in the sky.

In all directions, the Qingqiu army was encircled, the sky fox guards wandered around the imperial city, the secret agents of the'Foxtail' were patrolling tensely, and countless officials and officers of the government were haunting the market, encouraging the people to hurry up and take to the streets. , Creating a lively situation of empty alleys.

Many market guys clutched their swollen belts tightly, feeling the round gold, square silver, and hard pearls and gems inside, shouting hoarse and tearful hiss: "The Supreme Holy His Majesty, the Emperor of God, has no bounds for the holy life, and the holy life has no borders! Linghu's eternal foundation will last forever, and forever!"

There are groups of servants of the Linghu family wearing big red brocade costumes, riding various flying mounts from low altitude, they are wearing large-capacity space rings, which are filled with freshly minted gold coins of various colors , Silver coins, and copper coins, on which were cast the head of Linghu Qingqing and the name of the Linghu clan.

Countless gold, silver, and copper coins fell like raindrops, and the people in Anyang City suddenly became enthusiastic.

An emperor who is willing to give money to the people is definitely a good emperor.

Although, many people at the bottom don't know why the emperor suddenly became the Linghu clan and became the former leftist Linghu Qingqing... But, did Sima clan throw money from the sky like this?

No!

The princes, princes, princesses, and princesses of the Sima clan, they habitually scrape the land and shave the sky three feet high!

They will never let the people out of their fingers!

So, Linghu is better than Sima, and Linghu Qingqing is better than Sima Xian.

Sima Xian is the faint king, and Linghu Qingqing is the holy king!

It's that simple!

In this world where ordinary people are illiterate and knowledge is monopolized by a family of powerful families, the ideas of the people at the bottom are so simple, so simple, and so straightforward!

In the imperial city of Anyang City, outside the Sima family's ancestral temple very deep, at the gate of the ancestral temple where the ancestor of the founder of the Sima family is enshrined, Qingqing in a costume looks at the haggard Sima with solemnity. Virtuous.

"Your Majesty, I hope that your Majesty and I can start and end well." Linghu Qingqing tried to gently smile to Sima Xian: "I already know that since'Feiyan' has nothing to do with your Majesty, it's just that certain members of the Sima clan do things on their own. , Then my anger will not vent to your majesty."

"As long as you, your Majesty, activate the Sima family's ultimate ban on the kingdom, and let me completely control the ultimate God kingdom defense system established by the Sima family with the help of the gods...I, my Majesty, you will be able to enjoy your life in peace." Hu Qingqing looked at Sima Xian sincerely: "In fact, frankly speaking, the reason why you became a faint monarch in the eyes of the world is also because... you have nothing to do with the government, right?"

Linghu Qingqing smiled gently.

Sima Xian glanced at Linghu Qingqing sideways, and then sighed heavily: "The reason why I can't do anything about the government...hehe, I would also like to thank Master Zuo and Master Right... Two of you. It worked very well."

The ram Sanli, who was also dressed in a Chinese suit, stood a little further away, with a reserved smile on his face. He didn't reply to Sima Xian's words.

One is a new emperor, and the other is an old emperor, a courtier, so you can't be too eager for success.

Vigorously trampling on the face of the old emperor in front of the new emperor may not necessarily please the new emperor, and may even arouse the new emperor’s resentment and vigilance. Why is this necessary?

Anyway, Linghu Qingqing’s anger has been provoked. Linghu Qingqing, who originally wanted to gently replace the Sima clan, pained the killer and directly usurped the throne with the violent means of forcing the palace... This result is ideal. , Can’t be said to be perfect, but it also fits the Rams’ plan.

In this way, it is very good, very good.

The Ram smiled reservedly, lowered his head slightly, and looked directly at his toes.

From an angle that Linghu Qingqing could not see, Ram Sanlu's eyes flickered, revealing a deep ridicule.

From the bottom of my heart, Ram Sansi despise Linghu Qingqing.

Mastering almost all the military power of the Great Jin Kingdom, isn't it just trying to usurp the throne? You have been so cautious. Are you playing games at home? If it wasn't for Ram Sanxiu's use of silver fish to force Linghu Qingqing a little bit, could this old guy have to wait for him to repel the Great Martial Kingdom and establish the supreme reputation before usurping the throne?

At that time, his position of Linghu Qingqing was relatively stable, but his Ram Sanxiu was not easy to start.

So, please, Linghu Qingqing, hurry up, the rougher the better.

The Yang Sanxian raised his head, his eyes were like water, and he looked at Sima Xian quietly: "Sima Xian, King of Jin, the good day is here, please open the ancestral temple and follow the agreement between your majesty and you, let's do... Don’t make any changes. You must know that the lives and deaths of countless people from the entire Sima clan are in your hands."

Sima Xian took a deep breath, and then laughed'hehe', and laughed a little crazy: "King Jin, hey, King Jin... My Sima Xian can be named King Jin by the new king. ...Thank you, thank you... Hey, I am really grateful."

Shaking his head, Sima Xian pressed a palm to the gate of the ancestral temple, the heavy bronze portal slowly opened, and a vast purple air floated out of the ancestral temple.

Linghu Qingqing waved his hand, and a large group of masters of the sky fox guards surrounded them and walked cautiously into the ancestral temple.

In the ancestral temple, on the main hall, there is a nine-foot-high statue of the founder of the Great Jin Kingdom, and in front of the statue is a four-legged square tripod with three feet high. There was a tripod of fragrant blood, and there was a fist-sized crystal ball shining with all kinds of light on it.

Linghu Qingqing looked at the crystal ball, her eyes turned red instantly.

No matter how many troops he has, no matter how many artifacts he has in his possession, no matter how much he and Ram Sanxian have emptied Sima Xian together, or even no matter how much he spends to please Youruo and other gods... as long as he still Without mastering this crystal ball suspended in blood, he would not be considered a true divine emperor.

This crystal ball is a contract between the founding emperor of Dajin and the gods.

This crystal ball is the true artifact of the Kingdom of Great Jin Kingdom.

This crystal ball symbolizes the orthodoxy of the Kingdom of Dajin, the recognition of the gods to the Kingdom of Dajin, and the emperor of the Kingdom of Dajin has the most upright, orthodox, and gods The power to sacrifice.

More importantly, this crystal ball is the only one that can open unlimited channels for offering sacrifices to the gods.

The exit of this passage is not under Youruo's control.

The sacred contract concluded with the founding **** emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom is that the older gods are older, higher status, and more powerful than gods such as Youruo, Shengrong, and Wutou.

Those ancient lives are the elders of Youruo and others.

Youruo and them just represent the more powerful and higher-status gods, closely monitoring and monitoring the ‘M Continent’, and controlling and guiding the development route of the indigenous creatures on the ‘M Continent’.

Using the convenience of location and authority~IndoMTL.com~Youruo and other gods can trade privately with the indigenous people, and everyone can get certain benefits.

But the real, the only legal official trading channel protected by the gods and recognized by the gods is this crystal ball. Every few years, the Dajin Kingdom held a solemn and large-scale sacrifice ceremony. In that ceremony, the Dajin Kingdom opened the sacrifice channel in this crystal ball to the gods. Present the rare sacrifices collected over the years.

And the gods, through the sacrifice channel, feedback some benefits to the Great Jin Kingdom.

For example, let certain elders of the imperial family of the Great Jin Kingdom directly become the magical medicine of the gods... For example, one or two rare ones, let some lucky people of the Great Jin Kingdom enter the Kingdom of God through the sacrifice channel Opportunities and so on.

Linghu Qingqing and Sima Xian walked to the four-legged square tripod at the same time, Linghu Qingqing's body was a little trembling.

Simaxian stared at the statue of Sima's founding **** emperor for a while, and then slapped a neat palm on the four-legged square tripod.

There was a loud noise, and Fang Ding roared. Inside the Fang Ding, the blood gathered from the essence and blood of more than tens of millions of people from the Sima clan, just like this, turned into a fragrant blood mist and burst into the sky. Beginning, blended into the purple gas in the ancestral temple.

Linghu Qingqing's body trembled violently, and he roared: "What's next? The blood of our Linghu clan? Isn't it?"

Sima Xian knelt on the ground with a ‘boom’, and paid homage to the statue of the founding emperor, lazily responding: "Ran Ye."

Linghu Qingqing gave a long scream, and a clean bottle flew out from his sleeve, and a thick blood that exuded strong mana fluctuations spurted out and quickly injected it into the Fangding.

The ancestral temple shook slightly, and the crystal ball spewed out a dazzling light, and the statue of the founding emperor of Sima smashed into countless mung bean-sized pieces out of thin air with a ‘click’.