Xue Yue is preparing to steal into the palace, Confucianism is preparing to cut off demons, the Son of Heaven is preparing to calculate all directions, and the rest of the princes who have been summoned to Beijing are also making final preparations.

There was still more than half a month before the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, and the princes who had already arrived in the divine capital did not enter the city.

Because once they enter the city, it means that they lose the protection of their own soldiers, and they become fish and meat to be slaughtered.

Therefore, outside the north gate of the Divine Capital, countless tents are stationed on both sides of the road, and you will not enter the gate of the Divine Capital until the last moment.

Among the tents, there are more than a dozen of the most luxurious, and these are the princes' own tents, in which they rest and conduct their official business.

At this time, the night was dark, the campfire was bright, and countless soldiers and warriors were cruising around the camp where the tents were stationed, faintly guarding a tent with gold edges on a white background in the center.

It was early summer, so there was no brazier lit in the tent, but two large and luxurious candlesticks were placed as tools for lighting.

In the luxurious tent, the atmosphere was tense, as if the flame that had been beating on the candle had been frozen by the oppressive air.

More than a dozen princes who had been summoned to Beijing looked at the information that had just been delivered to them without saying a word.

No one knows where the source of the intelligence is, but what is provided in the information makes them all cold.

It turns out that almost every move of the Holy Son of Heaven is under the control of the national teacher Moro, and the edict that summoned them and their families to the divine capital to participate in the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens was also from Moro's hand.

It seems that there is an invisible net that has been opened over the gods, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net and become the prey of others.

"King Wu, King Qi, King Chu, and King Zheng. The four of you are the highest cultivators among us, tell me, how powerful is this demon Moro? ”

Finally, King Liang, who supported the meeting, broke the silence and looked over to the four princes who were guarding him.

King Wu is Nangong Yu's father, since he was shot by Mo Qingyu and used the tone of the Great Sage's relics to capture the misfortune of going mad, he has been blessed by misfortune, and his skills have improved greatly, and he has become a master of the marrow washing level.

Now, among the kings, there are only four people who have cultivated the same as him.

When King Wu heard King Liang's question at this time, he glanced at each other with the other three princes who were also cultivating, and they all smiled bitterly.

The eldest King of Qi sighed: "If Moro is really as the intelligence says, he can already have blood patterns in his body, then he is a true gang master of the blood pattern level.

The Zhengang Realm has three realms, namely seeds, blood patterns, and totems, which can mix the essence and energy in the body to achieve a Zhengang seed, which is the seed level.

Gang Qi cultivation is flourishing, and it can form blood-colored lines with the meridians and body surface in the body, which is the blood pattern level.

If you cultivate to advance again, you can turn the blood pattern into a totem, so as to transcend the shackles of the physical body, and the spirit is entrusted to the totem, and every move is secretly in line with the legal rules represented by the totem. ”

Speaking of this, King Qi sighed again, "We are also masters in Kyushu, but in the end, we are still mortal bodies, and we have not been able to fade all mortals, achieve the Dharma body and reach the realm of Zhengang."

If Namoro thinks that it is the blood pattern realm, compared with the marrow washing level, it is simply unreasonable, how can it be compared? ”

"So what's going on now?"

King Liang, who raised the question, swept his gaze over King Wu and the others, and seeing that they did not refute King Qi's words, his face finally became heavy.

"Under the pretense of the edict of the Son of Heaven, the demon of Moro deceived our kings and blood relatives to the divine capital, and they must have bad intentions.

Do we all have to watch him do something like this, and wait to be killed? ”

The kings in the tent were silent for a while, and only later did King Wu say, "What is the movement of Confucianism?" After all, they were against the edict from the beginning to the end! ”

At this time, King Jing in the crowd said: "This king has something to do with Confucianism, they seem to be planning some big plan recently, but they are very secretive, I don't know what it is." ”

The kings who originally expected Confucianism to make a big move were suddenly deflated after hearing King Jing's words, and even the prince who was angry a few years ago had already roared, shouting that he wanted to go back to the fiefdom to order all the soldiers and horses, and come to King Qin.

The originally depressed big tent was boiling because of this, and a large group of princes with soldiers and horses in their hands inevitably rebellious under despair.

Of course, the princes led by them will not be affected by this.

King Liang even slapped the table again and again, shouting loudly at the kings for being quiet, and the sound of slapping almost made the soldiers patrolling outside the tent think that it was an enemy attack.

"Enough!" King Wu also stood up at this time, "Don't forget, Mo Luo is not my royal person, he will not be soft when he kills people."

Can the soldiers and horses in your fiefdom be compared with the soldiers and horses in the hands of the Holy Son of Heaven? When the time comes, don't talk about King Qin, I'm afraid it will cause your whole family to suffer! ”

"Then King Wu, what do you say?"

The kings of the underground suddenly clamoured.

King Wu glanced at the prince coldly, and sneered: "You must have forgotten that in addition to enjoying honor in the fief, our kings also have the responsibility of protecting Kyushu.

Now that the national teacher Moro has cultivated to the line of promotion to the immortal sky, and has caused the imperial court to control the government, why don't we and the kings pray to the immortal heaven and let the angels from above descend to deal with it? ”

Suddenly, the voices in the big tent disappeared in an instant, and everyone turned their eyes to King Wu.

"The iron scroll is a life-saving thing, if it is used for this matter, is it ......" This time, even King Liang was a little hesitant.

When the kings were enthroned, the court gave them an iron scroll, and if they held this iron scroll, as long as it was not a crime of rebellion, they could be forgiven.

This thing also has a use, that is, when the number is large enough, it can convey the king's mind to ascend to the immortal sky, which is the responsibility of protecting Kyushu for the kings.

But after using it once, the iron scroll naturally shattered, so the kings hesitated for a while.

King Wu sneered again, "Half a month later, the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens is most likely the day when Moro's conspiracy is carried out, do you think that with an iron scroll, you can avoid the Moro killer?"

You must know that the Son of Heaven is still not free in the hands of Moro, and the iron scroll he issued can still have some effect! ”

As soon as these words came out, all the princes thundered, and they all reacted immediately.

The iron scroll itself does not have the divine purpose of avoiding death, but the Holy Son of Heaven respects the legal principles of the imperial court, so that it has the effect of forgiving major sins.

Now that the Holy Son of Heaven is unable to protect himself, how can the iron scroll protect themselves?

"King Wu is right, this king will send someone back to take out the iron scroll!" The king of Chu stood up first and ordered the guards behind him to get up immediately and return to the fiefdom to get the iron scroll.

Someone took the lead, and the rest of the kings followed suit, and they all made up their minds, preferring to give up the iron scroll that would avoid death and spread the news to the immortal heavens.

(End of chapter)