"It's so boring."
"Indeed."
"We are looking forward to an earth-shattering bloody massacre, with more than ten national artifacts attacking each other, what a visual enjoyment it will bring us!"
"Especially, what follows is the souls and blood essence of those soldiers who were strangled by the aftermath of the Zhenguo artifact."
"A long-awaited feast, isn't it?"
"But, we didn't get what we wanted. It was a complete waste of the energy we spent on that fox family. Why did we help them get so many, so many innate artifacts? You know, even for the divine crystal we are in Star Castle, 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 fulfilled."
"What if not?"
"If not, we will let the other two countries obtain power comparable to theirs, and then issue an oracle to let them join forces to destroy the country established by this old fox."
"The destruction of a country and the deaths caused by wars and conflicts in the process are enough to satisfy all our demands."
"A very good idea. So, do we want to promote their unification of the Three Kingdoms?"
After another long silence, a snow-white holy light lit up in the darkness: "After the three kingdoms unite, are they qualified to challenge the older kingdoms in the east?"
After a moment of careful and reserved silence, someone chuckled: "With our help, it should be possible."
In the snow-white holy light, the majestic and sacred voice continued to sound: "So, will the attack on those older countries bring us benefits?"
An arrogant voice sounded like thunder: "Profits, of course... However, we also need greater benefits."
The voice in the snow-white holy light became more majestic and solemn: "The division of our internal interests will be discussed later... This kind of strategic decision-making has nothing to do with brute force, so, Lord Wutou, please be careful to control your emotions."
The arrogant voice roared in anger, causing the void to twist.
A bright and clean blue cold light dimly lit up: "There is no doubt that the attack on the older countries in the east will bring us huge benefits, and at the same time, it will cause a huge blow to our competitors. The premise is that we must make good use of the authority we have now, and at the same time, do not let our competitors take away our authority.”
A colorful divine light illuminated the void: "So, who will we choose?"
The colorful divine light squirmed like a huge colorful jellyfish, slowly and lazily stretching its beautiful and poisonous arms and legs in the void: "Who will bring us greater benefits and be easier to control? "
"Is it the old fox who has been stunned by women, or the brutal and rude violent maniac, or the hypocritical, vain, dirty and old man who has all the original sins and filth of mankind concentrated on his gentle scum?"
The arrogant voice belonging to Wu Tou sounded again, and once again it was like muffled thunder, shaking the void: "I say, distinguished adults, we need greater interests... We cannot sacrifice our lives for you for no reason, but All I got was the meager employment fee!"
Wu Tou interrupted the voice in the colorful divine light and roared loudly: "You are about to have a good harvest, and we also need greater benefits!"
The majestic and sacred voice in the snow-white holy light once again interrupted Wutou's words: "Violence cannot solve all problems, Mr. Wutou, you know... Strategic decision-making requires strategic wisdom, and wisdom is exactly that. What you lack most.”
Wu Tou roared angrily.
Then dozens of strange lights flashed, suppressing Wu Tou's voice together, imprisoning him in the darkness, so that his voice could no longer be heard.
A dark divine light flickered, making the dark void become more quiet and profound: "Why must it be these people? Why can't it be other people. Perhaps, we can have more choices, so that we can Let’s make more money.”
In the boundless void, a star made of colorful crystals moved across the void at high speed. Only an extremely thin crystal needle tens of thousands of feet long protruded from the star. No matter where the star moved, the tip of the crystal needle was locked to the extreme. A point on that boxy continent in the distance.
The location pointed by the crystal needle is Anyang City.
At this moment, Anyang City is decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, auspicious light, rising auspiciousness, fragrant mist filling the air, countless white cranes holding ganoderma lucidum in their mouths, slowly circling and dancing in the sky, and golden-scaled dragons stepping on the flowing clouds, spitting out The fragrant rainwater passed slowly from high in the sky.
From all directions, the Qingqiu Army was surrounded, the Sky Fox Guards were roaming around the imperial city, the "Fox Tail" spies were patrolling nervously, and countless officials and servants from the yamen were in and out of the market, encouraging the people to take to the streets quickly, creating an atmosphere of chaos. The bustling scene of empty streets.
Many heroes in the market held their bulging belts tightly, feeling the round gold, square silver, hard pearls and gems and other belongings inside, and shouted at the top of their lungs with tears in their eyes: "The Supreme and Holy God Emperor" Your Majesty's holy life is boundless, your holy life is boundless! The Linghu family's foundation will last forever, and it will last forever!"
There were groups of Linghu's servants dressed in bright red brocade uniforms, riding various flying mounts from low altitude. They wore large-capacity space rings filled with freshly cast gold coins, silver coins, The copper coins are all engraved with Linghu Qingqing's head and the name of the Linghu family.
Countless gold, silver, and bronze coins fell like raindrops, and the people in Anyang City suddenly became fanatical.
An emperor who is willing to give money to the people must be a good emperor.
Although many people at the bottom don't know why the emperor suddenly changed into the Linghu family, and turned into the former left prime minister Linghu Qingqing... But has the Sima family ever done this to scatter money from the sky
No!
The princes, princes, princesses, and princesses of the Sima family habitually scraped the land, scraping it three feet high!
They will never leak a penny from their fingers to the common people!
Therefore, Linghu family is better than Sima family, and Linghu Qingqing is better than Sima Xian.
Sima Xian is a foolish king, but Linghu Qingqing is a holy king!
It's that simple!
In this world where most ordinary people are illiterate and knowledge is monopolized by powerful families, the ideas of the people at the bottom are so simple, so honest, and so straightforward!
In the imperial city of Anyang City, outside the Sima clan's ancestral temple deep inside, at the gate of the ancestral temple that enshrines the sacred elephant of Sima's founding god and ancestor, Linghu Qingqing, dressed in rich clothes, looked at the haggard Sima Xian with awe.
"Your Majesty, I hope that your Majesty and I can start well and end well." Linghu Qingqing smiled at Sima Xian with all her strength and gentleness: "I already know that since 'Feiyan' has nothing to do with your Majesty and is just some members of the Sima clan acting on their own initiative, then I I will not vent my anger on you, Your Majesty."
"As long as your majesty activates the Sima clan's final national ban, allowing me to completely control the ultimate divine kingdom defense system established by the Sima clan with the help of the gods... I will definitely allow your majesty to live in peace." Linghu Qingqing is very sincere. He looked at Sima Xian: "Actually, to be honest, the reason why you have become a faint king in the eyes of the world is because... you are no longer able to do anything about the government, right?"
Linghu Qingqing smiled gently.
Sima Xian glanced sideways at Linghu Qingqing, and then sighed heavily: "The reason why I can't do anything about the government... Hehe, I also want to thank the left prime minister and the right prime minister... The two of them work together very well. "
Gongyang Sanlu, who was also dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood a little further away with a reserved smile. He didn't reply to Sima Xian's words.
One is the new emperor, and the other is the old emperor. As ministers, they must not act too eager for success and gain.
Vigorously trampling on the old emperor's face in front of the new emperor may not necessarily please the new emperor, and may even cause the new emperor's resentment and vigilance. Why bother
Anyway, Linghu Qingqing's anger has been aroused. Linghu Qingqing, who originally wanted to replace the Sima family in a gentle way, killed him and usurped the throne directly by forcing him to the palace... This result is ideal, not perfect. , but it is also more in line with Gongyang Sansi's plan.
In this way, it is very good, very good.
Gongyang Sanxi smiled reservedly, lowered his head slightly, and looked directly at his toes.
From an angle that Linghu Qingqing couldn't see, Gongyang Sanli's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of deep ridicule.
From the bottom of his heart, Gongyang Sanli looked down on Linghu Qingqing.
Having mastered almost all the military power of the Jin Dynasty, isn't it just a plot to usurp the throne, and yet you do it so carefully, are you just playing house? If Gongyang Sanli hadn't used Yinbao'er to force Hu Qingqing a little, would this old guy have to wait until he defeated the Great Martial Kingdom and established his supreme prestige before usurping the throne
At that time, his position as Linghu Qingqing was relatively secure, but it was difficult for him, Gongyang Sanli, to take action.
So, I’d better ask you, Linghu Qingqing, to start quickly. The rougher it is, the better.
Gongyang Sanli raised his head, his eyes were like water, and he looked at Sima Xian quietly: "King Jin Sima Xian, the auspicious day has arrived. Please open the ancestral temple and act according to your Majesty's agreement... Don't make any changes. , you must know that the life and death of countless members of the entire Sima clan are in your hands."
Sima Xian took a deep breath, and then laughed "hehe", a little crazy: "King Jin, hey hey, King Jin... I, Sima Xian, can be named King Jin by the new king... Thank you, thank you so much … Hehe, I’m really grateful.”
Shaking his head, Sima Xian pressed his palm on the door of the ancestral temple. The thick bronze door slowly opened, and a vast purple air floated out from the ancestral temple.
Linghu Qingqing waved his hand, and a large group of Sky Fox Guard masters surrounded them and walked into the ancestral temple cautiously.
In the ancestral temple, on the main hall, stands a ninety-foot-tall statue of the founder of the Great Jin Kingdom. In front of the statue is a four-legged square tripod that is flat and stable. There is a fragrant tripod in the three-foot-tall square tripod. On top of the overflowing plasma, there was a crystal ball the size of a fist floating, shining with all kinds of divine light.
Linghu Qingqing looked at the crystal ball, and his eyes instantly turned red.
No matter how many armies he has mastered, no matter how many artifacts he has mastered to control the country, no matter how much he and Gongyang Sanlu team up to sideline Sima Xian, or even no matter how much he spends to please You Ruo and other gods... as long as he has not mastered this A crystal ball suspended in blood, he is not the true God Emperor.
This crystal ball is the contract between the founding emperor of the Jin Dynasty and the gods.
This crystal ball is the true artifact of the Jin Kingdom.
This crystal ball symbolizes the orthodoxy of the Great Jin Kingdom, the recognition of the gods to the Great Jin Kingdom, and the divine emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom has the most legitimate and orthodox method of offering sacrifices to the gods. that power.
More importantly, this crystal ball is the only opening through which unlimited sacrifices can be made to the gods.
The exit of this passage is not under the control of You Ruo and the others.
The ones who concluded a sacred contract with the founding emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom were the more ancient gods—gods that were older, had a higher status, and had greater authority than the gods such as Youruo, Shengrong, and Wutou.
Those ancient beings are the elders of You Ruo and others.
Youruo and the others only represent the gods who are more powerful and have higher status. They closely monitor and monitor the 'Mu Continent', and control and guide the development route of the indigenous creatures on the 'Mu Continent'.
Taking advantage of the convenience of their location and authority, Youruo and other gods can trade with the natives privately, and everyone will gain certain benefits.
But the real, the only legitimate official trading channel that is protected and recognized by the gods is this crystal ball. Every few years, the Great Jin Divine Kingdom will hold a solemn and large-scale heaven-sacrifice ceremony. During that heaven-sacrifice ceremony, the Great Jin Divine Kingdom will open the sacrificial passage in this crystal ball and offer sacrifices to the gods. Offering the rare offerings collected over the years.
The gods will also feed back some benefits to the Great Jin Kingdom through the sacrifice channel.
For example, a magic medicine that directly allows certain elders of the royal family of the Great Jin Kingdom to become gods... For example, one or two rare ones, giving some lucky people from the Great Jin Divine Kingdom the opportunity to enter the Kingdom of God through the sacrificial passage, etc. .
Linghu Qingqing and Sima Xian walked to the four-legged square tripod at the same time. Linghu Qingqing's body was trembling a little.
Sima Xian stared blankly at the statue of the founding emperor of the Sima clan for a while, and then slapped the four-legged square tripod with a crisp palm.
There was a loud noise, and the square cauldron roared. A cauldron of blood inside the square cauldron, which contained the essence and blood of more than tens of millions of Sima clan members in the past generations, turned into a fragrant blood mist that rose into the sky and merged into it. Into the purple air in the ancestral temple.
Linghu Qingqing's body was trembling violently, and he roared: "What's next? The essence and blood of our Linghu clan? Isn't that right?"
Sima Xian knelt down on the ground with a 'dong' sound, saluted to the statue of the founding emperor, and responded lazily: "Ran Ye."
Linghu Qingqing let out a long roar, and a clean bottle flew out of his sleeve, and a thick stream of blood essence emitting strong mana fluctuations spurted out and quickly poured into the square cauldron.
The ancestral temple shook slightly, and the crystal ball emitted a dazzling strange light. The statue of the founding emperor of the Sima clan cracked and shattered into countless pieces the size of mung beans out of thin air.