A figure appeared at the end of the square at some point, walking towards the South Heavenly Pavilion with a steady step. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man was wearing a vermilion dragon crown suit, wearing a yellow crown on his head, his facial features were handsome and elegant, his eyes were like cold stars, his eyes were like sharp knives, he was not angry and mighty, he was not solemn and strict, he was full of luxury, and every step forward was full of power to shake the mountains.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" I don't know who it is, I screamed.

Everyone is stunned, this is the prince who died five years ago?

It's really him!

Many people in the court still remember his face, it's him, Meng Qianqiu! Prince Dameng!

The guards on the square didn't seem to dare to stop it, and the dragon and tiger guards led by Sun Meng took three steps back and made a way one after another.

The hundred officials who knelt down towards the Nantian Pavilion, I don't know who was leading, knelt down in the direction he came from, as if they were looking curiously, and as if they were waiting to greet him.

He made his way through the line of officials and continued on.

Liu Xiang was already stunned by this variable, and froze in place, watching the person who came appear out of thin air like a monster, until he stood in front of him.

How did he not die!

A figure suddenly flashed in his mind, Yueniang!

That's right, it had to be her! She had betrayed herself a long time ago! She saved Meng Qianqiu!

The anger and unwillingness in Liu Xiang's heart reached the extreme, how could he appear at this time!

Meng Qianqiu turned a blind eye to his cold-like sword-like and scorching eyes, first picked up the little King Meng, who was still kneeling and shaking on the side, and then walked to Liu Xiang's side.

Liu Xiangguo's hands trembled, his eyes were bloodshot and shiny, and he had only one thought in his heart: This person shouldn't have appeared!

He reached out and tried to pull out the dagger in his sleeve, but he found that his whole body was stiff and could not move.

What's going on?

He tried to move again, but his hands and feet still did not listen. In the eyes of others, he just stood there in a daze.

He knew that the moment he saw Meng Qianqiu, he understood that something would happen, they were prepared, and they still had to come!

Unexpectedly, the first one to be recruited was himself, or in front of the public!

He couldn't give orders to the ghost king in the dark and Liu Conghao in the square, let alone deal with it, and watched Meng Qianqiu take the pillar of Buddha incense from his hand.

The incense thread led the green smoke and floated in front of Liu Xiang.

Liu Xiangqian thought of something, he had never touched anything else all the way, how could he be poisoned and couldn't move!

It's not witchcraft, it's incense, there's something wrong with this incense!

He looked at Meng Qianqiu hatefully.

Meng Qianqiu seemed to understand what he meant, and deliberately shook the incense in front of him again.

Then he turned his back, towards the square and the long street, bowed to the end, and then raised his head to the sky and shouted: "I, Meng Qianqiu, the twelfth generation of Dameng Longzi, am willing to sacrifice the sky with my body, calm the wrath of the gods, and return Dameng to peace!" Please calm the wrath of the gods! ”

He stretched out his hand and gently pressed Liu Xiang, who was standing beside him, and Liu Xiang fell to the ground.

"The son of Da Meng Tian, controlled by traitors, misleading the country and the people, sin and the world, angering the gods......" He held Liu Xiang in one hand, and while facing the sky, he loudly brought out Liu Xiang's several crimes, including sending the demon girl into the palace, colluding with the thieves, controlling the government, and all kinds of counting, and said: "Now the traitor is guilty, return my Dameng orthodoxy, please calm the anger of the gods!" ”

"Liu Xiang actually colluded with the thieves?" Someone whispered.

"That demon girl was also sent to the palace by Liu Xiang that day!" Someone said angrily.

"It turns out that Liu Xiang is the traitor!"

"No wonder he can't ask the gods to calm their wrath!"

The officials and the people, everyone, including the guards, once again turned their eyes to the dark and scorching Phnom Penh, and in the middle of the day, ghostly black shadows longing.

"It's moving!" Someone shouted!

"It's really moving!" Someone whispered!

The black shadow, as if hearing Meng Qianqiu's call, slowly retreated to the east as if it were spiritual.

The white light grew brighter and brighter, and the sun became brighter and brighter, so that people could not open their eyes, and their eyes were filled with tears!

Countless people were shocked by the power of the gods inspired by the true dragon at this moment!

"This is the real dragon!" Someone shouted, with a cry!

No one thought it was funny, and no one thought it was wrong.

More cries and shouts rang out!

"Tengu has retreated!"

"The True Dragon Son is back in place!"

In the center of the square, hundreds of officials began to shout: "Please return to the throne of the true dragon emperor!" ”

One after another, a new wave was formed, rushing towards the South Heavenly Pavilion.

Liu Xiang only felt that his heart was paralyzed like soft mud, and his mind was blank, allowing the tide to drown him.

The Ghost King finally felt that something was wrong.

There was a sudden change in the square, and a group of black-clothed people suddenly rushed in from outside the square, and went straight to Nantian Pavilion as if they had nothing to do with the Dragon and Tiger Forbidden Satellite TV.

Everyone covered their faces with black scarves, held long swords, and acted like the wind.

The crowd screamed and someone shouted, "It's a thief!" The round sword they use is the weapon of the thief! ”

There are quite a few people who fled from Shandong to go to Beijing, and of course their impression of the thieves is deep-seated.

"What a thief!"

More people shouted.

The Dragon Tiger Guard, who had reacted, also rushed towards the South Heavenly Pavilion, but was a step too late.

Meng Qianqiu stood as quietly as a mountain and smiled calmly.

Suddenly, there were several more figures in the attic.

Ah Yuan and Xiang Ling'er protected Meng Qianqiu in the middle, and the people of the Xiaoyao Sect were in the outer circle, fighting with the black-clothed people who pounced on them.

A figure flashed with green light, like lightning, passing through the circle of people, only hitting Meng Qianqiu in the center.

Ah Yuan and Xiang Ling'er joined forces, blocking him one after the other.

The man's palms brought a gust of ghostly wind, and with two moves, he forced Xiangling'er back and rushed towards Ah Yuan.

Ah Yuan was ready to go, and the qi of yin and yang was like a sharp sword with the wind in his palm, and the people who came and went stabbed him.

"Ghost King, what's the matter?" She said coquettishly.

The ghost king suddenly retracted, making her palm fall into the air.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost king who was in the air picked up Liu Xiang, who was kneeling next to him, kicked Meng Qianqiu who was reaching out towards him, and then avoided Sect Master Yan who was chasing him from the outer circle, turned around a few times in the air, and several short swords flew out towards the few people besieging him, and then brought a cold chill and rushed out of the attic.

With a whistle, the man in black was as ghostly as he came, and then went west in an instant, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ah Yuan sighed lightly: "It's careless, he just wanted to save Liu Xiang, and he fell for his plan." ”

The crowds in the square and on the long street were boiling again. The crowd was amazed and delighted.

Shockingly, it was the thief who rescued Liu Xiang, and the joy is that this proves that Prince Meng's words are undoubtedly true, this is the real dragon!

At this time, the black shadows have been pushed away, and the bright white sun has returned to the earth.

This is the will of the gods! His Royal Highness Prince Meng is the true dragon ordained by the gods!

As if they were the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, everyone respectfully lowered their heads and threw themselves towards the five bodies of the South Heavenly Pavilion.

"Please take the throne of the real dragon!" All the officials said in unison.

Meng Qianqiu straightened his clothes and crown, came to the attic, faced the black pressure and the hundreds of officials and people, suppressed the surging waves in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Zhong Aiqing is flat!" ”

It's been a long time since I've seen this world!