I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 250 Yulang
In the third year of Jingchu, this wave of divine light in Chang'an City triggered a series of butterfly effects, and even directly changed the current political structure and future direction of the empire.

Since the prophet returned to heaven 700 years ago, this is the light of the witch god descending on the Great Zhou once again, covering the city of Chang'an.

The entire city of Chang'an, no matter the princes and nobles or ordinary people, knelt down and prayed in the light of the witch god, praising the greatness and benevolence of the witch god.

Even His Majesty the Emperor in the Daming Palace looked at the golden light covering the sky, although his eyes were complicated, he still lowered his proud head.Behind the emperor, the empress, concubines, and many princes all knelt down and saluted reverently.

And in the high gate houses in Chang'an City, the important officials of the imperial court, all with their families, knelt in the courtyard and praised the witch god in unison.

Wanmin knelt down, weeping with gratitude.

The glory of the witch god spreads everywhere.

Withered trees are in spring, and flowers bloom in prosperity.

And those people who had been bedridden for a long time, were bathed in the light of the witch god, and they got better miraculously.All the injured were shocked to find that the wounds on their bodies were healing rapidly.

So far, the precarious position of the Temple of the Witch God has risen again under this divine light, and it is difficult to shake it.

Afterwards, the eldest princess was blasphemous and colluded with demons, and the evidence was conclusive.She was deprived of her title by the emperor and imprisoned in an imperial palace, and she was not allowed to step out of the imperial palace for the rest of her life.

Afterwards, the emperor issued an imperial decree, pardoning Lin Qiu for deceiving the emperor.

Not long after, the Pope, on behalf of the Temple of the Witch God, officially crowned Yang Qing as an envoy at the opening ceremony of the Witch God Ceremony under the eyes of all the people.

Subsequently, the emperor and the Pope issued a decree at the same time, declaring Stormwind City, located in the extreme west of the Great Zhou, as the Holy Land of the Great Zhou.

So far, Stormwind City, which has become famous in the Western Regions but not yet well-known in the Great Zhou, has become the holy city of countless witch god believers in the Great Zhou.

And the Stormwind faction, represented by the envoy Yang Qing, has also logically become the third largest giant in the empire after the imperial court and the Temple of the Witch God.

Of course, this is something.

Now Yang Qing is chatting with the Pope on the Witch God Tower.

Wushen Pagoda is the tallest building in Chang'an City.

Standing on the steps, one can overlook the entire misty Chang'an City.

The breeze is coming, and the face is slightly cold.

With the clothes and belts fluttering, people can't help but feel that I want to ride the wind and go home.

At this time, the night was lonely.

Standing on the Witch God Tower, Yang Qing leaned on the railing and watched.

Above the head is the vast starry sky, and the stars that are like bright gems are shining brightly in the dark night sky.

Below the Wushen Pagoda are the lights of thousands of families in Chang'an City.

Standing here, you can have a glimpse of the prosperity of Chang'an City.

At night, Chang'an City was brightly lit, as bright as a galaxy of stars.

The sky and the ground seem to be connected.

Yang Qing leaned against the fence, holding his own small wine jug, while sipping the wine, he quietly looked at the Pope's crown in a moon-white cassock.

At this time, the pope's expression was particularly dignified.

On the stone table in front of him was a small iron box.

The box was shrouded in blazing fire elements, but the pope could still see the black bone inside the box exuding endless evil through the translucent flame shield.

This bone is an unexpected harvest from Yang Qing spreading the light of the witch god today.

At that time, the divine light swept across.

Everyone present felt the refreshing feeling that radiated from the bottom of their hearts like a spring breeze.

But there was only one person whose face turned pale instantly.

She is a beautiful, yes, beautiful... man next to the princess.

As for the relationship between this man who is more beautiful than the stunning woman and the eldest princess, the officials present all have the same heart as Ming Jing.Even the officers, soldiers and common people kneeling on the ground have heard of the romantic affairs of this great Zhou Jinzhiyuye.

What are the seven men in one night, countless beautiful men in the harem, and so on.

At this time, the man who accompanied the eldest princess was called Mash.

It is said that this person is a strange person specially dedicated to Her Royal Highness by the head of the Zijinhua Chamber of Commerce.

The peculiarity of this person is that his capital is extremely rich.

He took off his pants, put them on his waist, and without using his hands, he could directly lift a weight of five hundred catties without falling to the ground by just relying on the guy's up and down jumps, without changing his face.Because his movements are very similar to those of fishing, the eldest princess gave him a nickname, Yulang!

To say how much the eldest princess loves this Yulang, there is a poem circulated in the well of Chang'an City as evidence:
The [-]-year-old looks like a fairy, with a golden gun piercing the sky.In the hibiscus tent, the fish and water are happy, panting for three days without stopping!

But at this time, this defiant Yulang was trembling all over and his face was pale under the divine light of Wia.

What was even more frightening was that his white jade-like face was beginning to steam like steamed steamed buns.

There was still black air coming out.

Then, his whole delicate white face began to turn black.

There was a creaking sound in his body, as if all the bones in his body were about to be crushed.

He was sweating profusely and gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound.

But the Pope, who was standing next to Yang Qing, saw the strangeness of this person at a glance.

The pope squinted and stared at the man.

At this time, there was a faint black aura coming from this person.

As the head of the Witch Temple, the Pope instantly sensed the insidiousness and evilness of the black air.

He snorted coldly, and gave the old servant beside him a wink, motioning for the old servant to let someone go and have a look.

And right now.

With the help of the Witch God's light from the scepter, Yang Qing spread to the Witch God Tower.

In the next second, the Witch God Tower was lit up with light.

An even brighter divine light radiated from the Witch God Tower, covering the entire Chang'an City in an instant.

At this time, Brother Yulang finally couldn't bear the Wia of the witch god's light.

He clenched his fists, raised his head, and let out a howl towards the sky.

In the next second, his body split open suddenly.

Then, completely torn apart.

A black skeleton exuding oily light appeared next to the eldest princess's phoenix.

The skeleton was more than two meters tall and covered with spikes.Its nails are more than a foot long, like black steel knives.

The spine on his back was covered with terrifying barbs.

see this scene.

Everyone was stunned.

And at this moment, the black skeleton rushed towards the eldest princess beside him.

But it's a pity that his sharp and sharp nails were blocked by the fire from the protective secret treasure of the witch temple on the eldest princess.

After the black skull let out a sharp and piercing cry, it immediately turned its target and rushed towards the troops of the Xiaoqi Battalion behind it.

It's like a tiger coming out of its cage, even more like a hungry wolf entering a sheepfold.

After the black skull rushed into the Xiaoqi camp, it brandished its sharp black nails and killed a dozen elite Dazhou soldiers in an instant.

The entire street was in chaos and there were constant screams.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Yang Qing, who was standing beside the Pope, flicked his fingers.

A white flame the size of a soybean fell on the black skull in an instant.

(End of this chapter)