I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Zisheng became a figure below one person and above ten thousand people in the Yin and Shang Dynasties.He was in charge of the Shang regime.

Of course, even if he wanted to rebel, he couldn't.Because most of the military power of Yin Shang was always in the hands of Zishou.

However, before Zisheng officially assumed the position, the day of Nuwa's birthday arrived.

This is the first time that the new emperor worshiped Nuwa since he ascended the throne.

The golden brilliance of the sun enveloped the entire land, trumpets and drums sounded, and the mighty army surrounded the Nuwa Temple.

The new emperor Di Xin came here to worship with hundreds of officials holding incense.

The Nuwa Temple has taken on a completely new look, and many of the furnishings inside have also been reset.

As the Prince Regent, Zisheng also dressed grandly. His dress was whiter and more elegant than the one he wore when he was a prince.

He stood behind Di Xin, and besides Di Xin, he had the clearest vision.

Zisheng only came here not long ago, and I don't know if it was because of Nuwa's birthday that the decoration in the temple today is quite different from before.

Zisheng observed his surroundings secretly, and the smell of the incense burner wafted to the tip of his nose.

He looked up, but found that there was a layer of curtain between them and the statue of Nuwa.

Zisheng frowned slightly, doubts appearing in his eyes.

The curtain...it was obvious that he didn't have it when he came before.

Zisheng's heart sank.

He remembered the first episode of Fengshen's original novel.When Emperor Xin came to the Nuwa Temple to offer incense, there was also a curtain between them.As a result, a gust of wind blew, the curtain was blown up, and Nu Wa revealed her holy face, and Di Xin was obsessed with it...

Zisheng looked at the curtain again, but doubts arose in his heart.

Why is it necessary to cover the empress for such a grand ceremony today?

Covering the face of the empress, how can thousands of subjects worship?Will it hinder the introduction of the empress's incense?

Does this meet the sacrificial standards?

Zisheng noticed something strange, when all the courtiers bowed down to worship, Zisheng quietly reached out and tugged at the hem of Zishou's clothes.

Zishou seemed to be paying respects in a serious way, but he moved his wrist and flicked Zisheng's forearm backhand.

Zisheng: ...

Brother Wang, you are already a king, please stop bullying your poor and weak brother.

Zishou naturally knew what Zisheng meant. He first stepped forward to insert the incense into the incense burner, and after walking back to his original position, he "inadvertently" touched Zisheng's head and stood up again.

A few days ago, Zisheng kept repeating in his ear, never to be disrespectful to Nuwa, he also knew that there were traitors who wanted to harm them.

Zisheng's voice of advice echoed in his mind, but Zishou looked up and saw the curtain in front of him.

Zishou's eyes were puzzled first, and then a sharp light flashed across them.

Today's grand ceremony, why are there curtains hanging here? !

The smell of incense hovers in the Nuwa Temple, which looks solemn and sacred.

So many courtiers worshiped together, but no one noticed something was wrong.

Among the clouds thousands of miles away, someone waved lightly, and a gust of wind rose in the air.

Inside the Nuwa Temple, a gust of wind suddenly rose.

The incense was still circling, and the candles remained motionless, but the curtain in front of the statue of Nuwa was blown up by the wind.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Zishou looked at the statue of Nuwa by a strange errand, and Zisheng clenched his palms and began to recall the magic spell to increase his strength, so as to ensure that his brother Wang could pull her back when his mind froze.

Zishou looked at the statue of Nuwa, wondering if it was because of the contrast effect caused by the curtain, he actually felt that the statue of Nuwa was somewhat beautiful.

But only some.

After all, it is a statue made by a craftsman to worship the gods, so how beautiful can it be made?

It's not even as good-looking as when he pressed his younger brother and forced him to put on a girl's skirt a year or two ago.

Now that the curtain had been blown away, Zishou simply asked people to remove the curtain so that everyone could worship.

The ministers just woke up like a dream. They pointed at the curtain in surprise, and swallowed the words they were about to spit out.

However, on such a great day, who is hanging curtains in front of the statue? !

Thousands of miles away, the clouds gradually dispersed among the clouds, and this person was the guiding Taoist.

Both casts are destroyed.

The first time, those two were unlucky and were killed by Di Xin.

But the second time...

Instructing the Taoist to make a formula, it is obvious that the spell he cast on Di Xin's mind before is still there, but why doesn't it work today?

If Di Xin had a strong will and consciously resisted, he should be able to feel it.

Jieyin has been a saint for millions of years, but he has never been so ignorant of everything as he is today.

Jieyin understood that his Dao heart had been blocked, if he didn't find out the situation today, it might affect his cultivation.

Ever since, the guide rushed to the Nuwa Temple.

Nuwa is not here today, which is why he dared to act.

Just as he was approaching the Nuwa Temple, a black and simple-looking sword stabbed at him suddenly.

How could Jieyin be attacked by a mortal?

He dodged the moment the sword was issued, and at the same time he saw the ant-like child.

The child is dressed in plain white, even if he doesn't care about world affairs, he still knows that this white body is not easy to wear.

Jieyin showed kindness to the child, he floated in the air with his feet off the ground and asked Zisheng, "Did you break my spell?"

Zisheng is not a real child, the more kind this person is, the more hypocritical he feels.

He didn't answer the words of introduction, but held the karma sword in his hand as a defensive posture, and asked back.

"But you cast a spell on Di Xin's mind?"

Jie Yin squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "My little friend just needs to answer my question."

Zisheng understood what this person meant, and his heart was filled with anger.

"Immortals are so powerful. They used conspiracy to frame the king of men. After being broken, not only did they not repent, but they rushed to find the person who broke your spell and wanted to kill him. There is a sandalwood scent on the immortal, but it is also a foul smell."

He has been sanctified for many years, and never puts mortals in his eyes.

He dared to trouble the little ant, so he was not afraid that the little ant would know the truth.

only……

He glanced at the sky, then turned his gaze to Zisheng.

The ant's sharp teeth and sharp mouth lifted his veil under the bright sun.

His whole body couldn't help exuding murderous aura, and he smiled more kindly, obviously he didn't open his mouth, but his voice reached Zisheng's head.

"Little friend, don't talk anymore. You just need to tell me where the spells I used before are. I don't like to make murders. At that time, I will just erase the memory in your brain and pretend nothing happened. .”

Zisheng pulled his lips and sneered, "Why is the immortal still covering his mouth? Is there something he is afraid of me saying?"

No longer showing mercy, he flicked his fingers at Zisheng with his backhand, and the strong wind blew towards Zisheng.

He didn't want to make a big fuss, and the magic power he cast was just enough to kill a mortal who knew some spells, but he didn't want him to underestimate Zisheng.

Zisheng slashed at the wind with his sword, slowing down the speed of the wind, and he hid aside at the same time.

The wind brushed at the ends of his hair, chopping off a handful of soft locks.

Zisheng had never fought with anyone before, and he flew so fast that he was out of breath.

Seeing Zisheng's ability in receiving and introducing him, he was surprised.

He knew that keeping Zisheng would have troubles, so he didn't intend to let Zisheng go.

The receiving ability is too strong, making Zisheng's heart skip a beat.

He turned around and flew towards the cloud, and at the same time realized how weak his ability was.

How can he protect Yin Shang like this?

Zisheng looked serious, with fine sweat oozing from his neck.Fortunately, the karma sword was one with him, so that his hand wouldn't sweat and he couldn't hold the hilt.

He flew to the clouds, with a radius of ten thousand li, except for a bird that flew by for a long time, there was no living thing.

Picking up is like Zuzisheng playing, chasing after him without rush.He released coercion at the same time, and Zisheng, who was still a mortal, seemed to see a mountain pressing down on him.

The Karma Sword began to hum, and it split into two guards in front of Zisheng.

One of them rubbed Zisheng's face with the hilt of his sword, as if to comfort Zisheng.

The other sword was protecting Zisheng, and it rushed towards Jieying without hesitation.

The causal sword splits once and becomes two swords, any one of the swords has the same ability as the original, and there will be no difference.

When the Karma Sword approached Jieying, Jieying looked calm and didn't even dodge, watching the Karma Sword stabbing him with a smile.

In Jie Yin's eyes, this sword is nothing more than ordinary, probably the lowest level spirit sword in the world.

Until the sword slid across his cheek, a small opening was cut in his face, and spiritual energy seeped out from within...

Jieyin's gaze finally changed, his calmness turned into astonishment, he pointed at the sword in Zisheng's hand at a loss, "What sword is this?"

Zisheng did not answer the introduction.

He lowered his head and covered his heart, breathing gradually calmed down.The coercion has not disappeared, but he can barely adapt.

The Karma Sword poked Zisheng's baby fat, and then patted Zisheng's shoulder lightly with the blade of the sword, as if to appease Zisheng.

Zisheng raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his head, then stood up and looked at Jieying with firm eyes.

He opened his palm, and the Karma Sword obediently returned to Zisheng's palm.

Zisheng clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and slashed towards Jieying with half his strength.

Jieyin no longer underestimated Zisheng, he even opened the protective cover to prevent the karma sword from approaching him again.

After all, Zisheng is a mortal, whether it is strength, speed or other things, it is like a joke in the eyes of Jie Yin.

After catching the bomber, Zisheng fell to the ground.

Zisheng got up, raised his sword and stabbed twice.Jieyin didn't even raise his hand, a gust of wind knocked Zisheng down.

After being knocked down six times in a row, Zisheng only felt blood churning in his chest, and he seemed to smell blood.

Seeing Zisheng's messy appearance made him amused.

Zisheng also laughed, the jade crown on his head has long been scattered, and his black hair has also been scattered.

"I'm afraid that you are at the bottom of the same rank, so you will have fun with me, a mortal."

Jieyin pulled his lips, restraining his smile.

"Little friend speaks really badly..."

At this moment, the sword that had previously attacked Jieyin flew back, pierced through the barrier while Jieyin was speaking, and stabbed at the back of Jieyin's waist.

Jieyin paused and closed his eyes.

The Karma Sword was forced out with a wisp of aura at the same time.

Due to the casting method of Jieyin, the sword of Karma can no longer break through the barrier.

The dangerous aura around him is getting stronger and stronger, and the killing intent is almost solidified.

Karma Sword knew something was wrong, so he quickly returned to Zisheng's side, and the two swords protected Zisheng together.

Jie Yin's smile became more benevolent, and he walked towards Zi Sheng step by step, growing lotuses every step of the way.

"Little friend is indeed right. I am the last one in the same rank, but it is enough to make little friend unable to survive or die."

The coercion was much heavier than before, Zi Sheng was already injured, and he became more and more out of breath.

His dark eyes stared at Yingying.

Karma Sword was as angry as Zisheng, it began to split, two begets four, four begets eight...

Jie Yin exclaimed: "Little friend, this weapon is extraordinary, if it comes into my hands, I will treat it kindly."

Karma Sword split faster because of anger after listening to it.

When leading Da Zisheng in front of him, 16384 Karma swords had been split.

It protects Zisheng, and the other ten thousand swords fly into the air to meet and guide them.

Jieyin sneered, "What? You want to block me? I was not on guard just now, do you think you can still break my barrier?"

The sword of cause and effect presses down, forming a hemispherical state to enclose and guide.

Murderous intent emerged in Jieyin's hands, and he aimed the technique at Zisheng and pushed it away.

The coercion emanating from the Karma Sword made him feel something was wrong.

Jieyin looked up, and it seemed that the surroundings turned blood red for a moment.

The scene seemed familiar.

Jieyin turned around and looked around, when he turned his head, he suddenly saw a man with a gun.

The man's face was covered with magic patterns, and his whole body exuded monstrous magic energy, which made people tremble.

He turned his head, the reflection in his eyes reflected Yingying.

Jieyin recognized this person, he exclaimed, "Demon Ancestor Luohu!"

Who doesn't know that there is a god-killing gun in his hand?I don't know how many great talents died under the gun!

Luo Hu saw him and smiled.

He stepped on the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, and walked towards Yingying with a bloody god-killing spear.

He was terrified, but he didn't know where to retreat.

Just when Luo Hu was about to stab him to death with a single shot, Jie Yin seemed to remember something, and yelled, "Didn't you already fall?!"

In an instant, the illusion disappeared.

The tens of thousands of karma swords also exhausted their strength, and they condensed into one sword and fell into Zisheng's arms.

Jieyin finally knew, he pointed at the Karma Sword and gritted his teeth: "It turns out that you created the illusion!"

Jieyin was out of breath and didn't stay any longer, he used all his strength to strike at Zisheng——

Zisheng raised his head, sweating profusely.

He suddenly remembered something, and opened his left palm.

Zisheng only felt a soft breath enveloping him, and when he opened his eyes, he returned to the palace.

The palace people screamed in horror when they saw him covered in blood.

On the other side, the brain is buzzing.

The golden decree gradually disappeared in the air, but it took a while for Jieyin to recover.

After a long time, his voice trembled slightly, and he leaned over to the place where the decree disappeared and said, "Ancestor Dao, please come here to plead guilty."

He lowered his head, spiritual blood dripped from the cut on his cheek pierced by Karma Sword.