After reading Yuan Qingcicada's memory, Fang Hong's mind moved, and he deleted a paragraph of his memory, and those soul powers that had been stripped away by him also gathered one after another and re-condensed into Yuan Qingcicada's body.

In Fang Hong's inner world, he is an omnipotent existence, as long as he wants to, he can create all things in heaven and earth in it, and he himself is far above the mandate of heaven.

The Mandate of Heaven can only preside over the operation of heaven and earth, purging any unfettered existence. But the Mandate of Heaven cannot create something out of the void, and it cannot create something alive.

Of course, the things he created can only exist in his inner world, and they can't interfere with the real world in the slightest. Because his inner world is too weak, and there are still 108,000 levels away from the real world.

Yuan Qingcicada's soul grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon exceeded the limit of what Fang Hong's inner world could hold. Fang Hong opened his mouth and spit it out.

The soul was suspended in mid-air, continued to expand, and soon regained its original appearance. Fang Hong stretched out his hand and patted this soul into Yuan Qingciao's body.

After doing all this, Fang Hong immediately lay down on the bed, his breathing became weak, as if there was nothing, and his face was not there, half of his blood was colored, his eyes were sunken, and his cheekbones were high, as if he had been drained of vitality.

After a cup of tea, Yuan Qingciao's eyes reopened, and he felt a little confused in his mind. But soon, she recovered, a smile on her face, and put her mask back on.

In her memory, this boy was absorbed by her just now, and she still had her last breath left.

"I can only blame you for your bad luck, I didn't plan to find someone to do it alone, who told you to let me come up. "After all, this place is Jinling, even if Yuan Qingcian steals the idea, he is only doing it secretly. However, this boy's thoughts are too scattered, like a big piece of fat in front of him, and he can't eat it.

However, this kind of thing can't be done too much. Because this boy is so rich, the power behind him is definitely not weak, and if he comes to the door, it will be a big trouble.

Yuan Qingcian glanced at Fang Hong, then pushed the door and walked out, while that Ah Fu was guarding the door.

"This kind of thing is not allowed to be done in the future, you didn't kill that person. Ah Fu's face was serious, his eyes glanced at Yuan Qingcicada, and he said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, I'm measured, I'll give him a breath. Yuan chuckled and said happily.

"Let's go, let's not get into too much trouble. Ah Fu stretched out his hand to the side and said to Yuan Qingcicada. And Yuan Qingcian twisted his waist and walked in front of him.

Just after the two of them left, Fang Hong opened his eyes. The complexion on his face became intact again, how could he describe the haggard appearance at all.

The reason why he didn't kill Yuan Qingcian was because he didn't want to arouse the vigilance of that Ah Fu. That Ah Fu clearly belongs to a very large force, and this force is likely to be related to King Xing. If there is a conflict with Na Afu, then his trip to Jinling this time will not be so easy.

The time of Jinling worship is getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere of the entire Jinling City has become more enthusiastic. Of course, in the invisible darkness, it is more and more treacherous. A total of ten denominations came to some of the cities near Jinling in the name of missionary service.

Yangzhou Mansion, Huai'an Mansion, Fengyang Mansion, Ningguo Mansion, Changzhou Mansion and other places all have traces of these sectarians. Of course, these congregations kept a low profile and did not clash with the locals. Coupled with the lag in information, there is less communication between various prefectures and counties, and not too many people pay attention to this matter.

At the same time, dozens of large ships also docked from the East China Sea to Songjiang Prefecture. After the people on these big boats docked, they quickly changed into small boats and headed along the Yangtze River in the direction of Yingtianfu.

This force, like a huge hand, surrounded Jinling in the middle. It seems that as long as there is a slight force, Jinling will be shattered, and there will be nothing left.

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In the fifteenth year of Zhengde, July 23.

The emperor's Luan drove from the Jinling Palace to the Taiyi Hall in the southern suburbs. The Tai Worship Hall is used to worship the heavens in the early Ming Dynasty, and later moved the capital to Jingshi, although the Beijing Division also has the Tai Worship Palace, but the place of worship to the sky has become the two altars of heaven and earth.

Since the emperor is going to be captured in Jinling, he will naturally go to this Tai Worship Hall. The temple covers an area of dozens of acres, a huge palace in the center, surrounded by a vast platform, the ground is paved with stone bricks, although it has gone through a hundred years of wind and rain, but still with a magnificent bearing.

In Jinling City, there are still six departments. Because the six divisions of the Jingshi need to preside over the political operation of the whole country, it is impossible to leave, so this time the sacrifice to the heavens is dominated by the six departments of Nanzhili.

Fang Hong stood on top of Zhong Mountain, looking into the distance. Where he was, he couldn't see the real scene of the sacrifice. However, what he wanted to see was not the sacrifice of civil and military officials, but the change of fortune in heaven and earth.

At the time of worshipping the sky, the national games of the Ming Dynasty will flock to the heavens, and the mandate of heaven will also bring blessings, making the national fortunes more long. Because when worshipping the heavens, the people return to their hearts, and strong thoughts and wills will affect the operation of the mandate of heaven. Of course, if something goes wrong in this sacrifice, the people will be detached, and not only will no blessings come, but even the monarch and the fortune of the country will be damaged.

Approaching noon, the festival has reached the most critical moment. At this moment, the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty have also condensed and contracted, turning into a golden light in the sky. Fang Hong was dozens of miles away from the Tai Worship Palace, but he still felt the terrifying power in it.

This is the power of national fortune, and national fortune is also a kind of luck, so it will also be divided into various colors. If the country is weakened, luck will fall to red or even white, and once it is at the point of death, it will even turn gray. Now the Ming Dynasty is in its heyday, and it is naturally golden.

The blue and purple dynasty did not exist in the mortal world, even in the Han and Tang dynasties, it was only pure gold. Perhaps at the height of Shinto, such luck could be born.

The golden light in the sky has evolved into the appearance of mountains and rivers, which is the epitome of the Ming Dynasty. The luck of the entire Jinling City is also constantly ups and downs. The emperor's sacrifice to the heavens in Jinling seems to have restored the glory of this hundred-year-old capital.

A dragon flew out of Zhongshan Mountain, and the city turned into a roaring tiger. Zhongshan dragon plate, stone tiger, but at this moment it is really rejuvenated, the dragon leaps and the tiger leaps, instead of lying dormant on the ground.

Naturally, the form of a dragon and tiger also appeared in Fang Hong's mind, and the "Dragon and Tiger Jindan True Solution" was running in his body at this moment.

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