Wu Zi's face suddenly darkened by two points, and he hissed in a low voice like a fierce tiger: "Don't kill yourself and drag thousands of people to be buried with you." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhou Yu was indifferent: "If you really have the ability, you won't be begging me here." ”

"I beg you?!" The witch was furious.

Zhou Yu laughed loudly: "Of course, you beg me to give you the honor of the Witch King, but today, I tell you that I won't!" ”

"You!" Wu Zi looked around, Zhou Yu's voice was infinitely amplified because he was on the altar, and the originally boiling crowd instantly seemed to be poured cold water, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

The ministers and the people did not react.

What kind of time is the pilgrimage, what kind of occasion, Your Majesty said this kind of thing, it is to be condemned by the witch god.

No one dared to respond, either disdainfully or hyped.

Time seemed to stand still, and everyone held their breath and stared at the stage, not knowing what else would happen on top of it that would shake the world.

Zhou Yu stepped forward, and the ninth sister followed closely behind to protect him, in case the witch dog jumped off the wall in a hurry.

Although she didn't know what Wuzi's strength was, at most she was a spirit witch, and she was sure to keep Zhou Yu.

"Today, I want to make it clear to my subjects all over the world how my grandfather, the former emperor mourned the death." Zhou Yu did not bite the words, but shouted in the vernacular that was most easily accepted by the public: "The great plague of the year, is it a curse or man-made!" ”

Mourning the Emperor?

Pestilence!

These two taboo words appeared on the altar of the ceremony at the same time, and at the same time came from the emperor's mouth, which means different things.

"Your Majesty is not crazy, come here, send Your Majesty to rest." Wuzi's expression was gloomy, and he flicked his sleeves suddenly, and the four great spirit witches appeared together, and the ninth sister alone was certainly not enough to compete with them.

"Escort!" The forbidden army surrounded.

Someone among the ministers suddenly shouted: "Bold fanatics, what are your identities, do you know that it is my Emperor Majesty of the Great Zhou Dynasty who wants to drive away!" But I'm still a subject of the Great Zhou! ”

It is a conjunction.

"Presumptuous! Don't quit yet! The old lady was dressed in red bronze armor, burly and sonorous, strode up to the altar, drew his sword and pointed at the four great spirit witches and shouted.

"Don't back down yet!" There was a loud cheer among the ministers, and the officials who had been oppressed by the Witch King Palace for a long time were moved.

Gradually, some people made peace, and the louder the cry became, and it turned out to be overwhelming.

The four great spirit witches were forced to move by the angry shouts from all directions, as if they were in the middle of the altar, and they didn't know what to do.

Wuzi is cold, these old things, they don't even see that they have such guts!

There was an uproar, and the crowds of people were also boiling.

On weekdays, they only think that the Witch King's Palace is naturally higher than the emperor's, but today, when this is said on the table, they don't feel like that.

If it is really higher than His Majesty, then why does the witch god still want to keep the royal family?

"The Witch King's Palace is the humerus given to me by the witch god to govern the world, and it assists me in unifying the beliefs of the subjects of the world, which is indispensable, but the merit cannot shake the lord, wait, do you want to be a rebel against the king? Aren't you afraid that the witch god will sin and destroy you rebels who go against the will of God? Zhou Yugao shouted, he was dressed in bright yellow, and the crown of the five-clawed golden dragon was full of holy light under the bright sun, naturally majestic, and there were ministers behind him.

On the other hand, the witch is dressed in a sacrificial dress with white feathers, and at this moment there are only four spirit witches around him who do not know how to advance or retreat.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live." Zhang Yuanqing was the first among the people to lead the crowd to kowtow.

He had a good grasp of the timing.

The Zhang family kowtowed, and naturally there would be many subordinate ministers who would follow and kowtow.

The people listened to the voice of His Majesty on the left and right, and naturally pulled each other, kneeling and kowtowing: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live." ”

The mountains are calling for a tsunami, and the serious mountains are calling for a tsunami.

It takes place on the altar of the Witch King's Palace, and worships the emperor of the Great Zhou, not the Witch King.

This hasn't happened in hundreds of years.

How many old ministers secretly wiped their tears, even if they were defeated today, they all had to die in the fire to appease the wrath of the witch god, it was worth it.

"Your Majesty, the Witch King's Palace is the Witch God's Divine Palace left in the world, and no one will be allowed to slander the Holy Land, you can think clearly before you talk about it!" Wu Zi surveyed the Dao.

"Exactly, dare to ask Your Majesty, what evidence have you obtained, or is it a sinister thief who is deliberately provoking!" The second spirit witch stepped forward and said.

"Proof, of course I have." Zhou Yu sneered.

Wuzi's eyes were cold, and he raised his chin slightly and waited.

The people who knew the truth of the matter back then were almost dead, and where is there any evidence, it's a joke.

But Zhou Yu dared to make trouble, he was afraid that he had his own means, and Wuzi did not take it lightly.

Soon, someone came up with a tray.

"What is this?" Wuzi frowned.

"This is the bloody handprint left by the people who participated in the production of Gu poison at Jinfeng Ferry back then, and there is also a confession." The ninth sister said loudly, and she amplified her voice with the strength of the spirit witch, so that all the people could hear it: "It can prove that the great plague of the year was not a curse, but an organized and planned poisoning!" And the mastermind behind this is the Wuwang Palace who doesn't want to mourn the emperor to abolish the garden slavery! ”

As soon as these words came out, the world was in an uproar.

This is a conjecture that many people have had back then, because the damnation came too accurately and too terrible.

The great plague broke out in Chang'an City, where Emperor Wai succeeded in abolishing the garden slavery system, and His Majesty's voice was very high, destroying all the hardcore supporters of Emperor Wai, such a coincidence was either cursed by God or man-made.

However, the existence of the power of the witch god is a fact that no one in the world can deny, and it is logical that this matter is classified as a curse.

But today, Zhou Yu came up with ironclad evidence.

"It's fake!" The witch stops drinking!

This is impossible, where did so many drug makers come from, this matter is an extremely important secret, even at Jinfeng Ferry, only three or five people know the truth of this matter, how can there be so many bloody handprints.

There are twenty or thirty people in this crowd.

"Your Majesty, with such a fake cloth, you dare to slander the Witch King's Palace?" Wuzi said coldly.

Zhou Yu also underestimated him too much.

"Of course it's more than that." Another person came from the crowd, he was also holding a tray, and the ninth sister raised her chin to look at him, clenching her fists.

"This is the handwritten letter left by His Royal Highness the King of Jin before his death, which describes the process of discovering the Gu poison made by the Witch King Palace, and everything he was caught and tortured and escaped by chance." The person who came lowered his head and presented a tray like Zhou Yu: "There is the treasure seal of His Royal Highness the King of Jin on it, and the paper is definitely twenty years old. ”

Zhou Yu grabbed the handwriting: "Wuzi, what else do you have to say!" ”

Wu Zi stared coldly at the person who delivered the tray, and his gaze suddenly changed: "Min Ning? I'm so little you! ”

He suddenly made a move and slapped Min Ning in the heart: "Bold thief, dare to slander the Witch King's Palace!" ”