In the main hall, soldiers in gold armor stood on both sides of the long steps, and ministers in various costumes prostrated and worshipped.

Outside the main hall, thousands of people looked from afar, singing praises for this peaceful and prosperous era.

As Xiao Zeyao raised his hand and pressed down, the phantom of this magnificent and glorious palace pressed straight towards Gu Xu's head, like a five-fingered mountain, vowing to suppress Gu Xu.

A heavy pressure immediately swept through Gu Xu's body.

They want to bend his back, bend his knees, crush his bones, and force him to bow his head and submit to this powerful imperial power.

The figures of the machine spirit and the law phase faded a lot at this moment.

Gu Xu is no stranger to this feeling.

At the beginning of the "Dao Realm" of the Shenji Battalion, he experienced similar pressure in the "Heavenly Dragon Realm" of Xiao Shangzhen, the fourth prince of Daqi, codenamed "Qilin".

The ancestral spells of the Great Qi royal family have always been like this.

Gu Xu frowned slightly, feeling a little tricky.

However, he was not in a hurry to use "Firefly" to break the game.

The "Seven Styles of Burning Heaven" does have a strong restraining effect on the spells of the royal family.

However, the young and immature "Heavenly Dragon Realm" of the four princes can never be compared with today's towering palace hall.

The reason why the strong man above the saint wants to pursue the mystery of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is to use the power of heaven and earth to break through his own limits.

What Xiao Zeyao borrowed was the power of the community.

The beginning of the society of the country was in ancient times, when the people were unorganized, the herds of animals and animals could not be governed, and the vegetation was lush and ownerless. Therefore, the far-sighted and far-sighted, feeling the danger of chaos, conspired to legislate the system and lay the foundation. The way of the first monarch and minister, the righteousness of father and son, the sacrifice of the temple, the system of ritual music, and the security inside; The defense of the tree city and the road of traffic are repaired to stick to the outside. It is because the state is formed from the beginning of chaos, and order is established from the state of disorder.

Gu Xu could clearly see countless dense and orderly lines of cause and effect-

One end is connected to Xiao Zeyao, and the other end points to the county offices, cities, land temples, laws, soldiers in armor, and ministers in black gauze hats in Daqi......

From near to far, from top to bottom, the terrifying power of a state machine really appeared in front of Gu Xu.

Punish Zang or not, all of them will be out of their hands; Whatever is in sight, it is under its jurisdiction.

The people of the world are in awe of its might.

Even if Gu Xu temporarily borrowed the power above the saint from Luo Chuan, in front of this majestic hall that embodied the authority and power of the entire Great Qi Imperial Court, it was still a little unsightly.

He took a few steps back.

But his gaze remained calm. Because he had long expected that Xiao Zeyao would use such a trick, he had already prepared for it.

"The people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light," Gu Xu looked at Xiao Zeyao in front of him and said softly, "It is the people of the hills that he is the son of heaven, the son of heaven is the princes, and the princes are the doctors."

"You use the power of this country against me, but you forget that the root of this country is the people you wantonly slaughtered.

"Your beautiful palace, in my opinion, is nothing more than rootless duckweed, full of flaws."

"What about rootless duckweed? What about all the flaws? Xiao Zeyao smiled and said, dismissive of Gu Xu's words, "It's enough to deal with you."

"As for what you mean by 'fundamental', it's essentially a herd of animals in a pen. You just feed them, and they will be grateful to you; If you threaten them, they will give in. You pick out a few disobedient ones, and the rest dare not make trouble, and even applaud you.

"Strength is the real foundation.

"With enough power, you can do whatever you want."

The moment his words fell, the guards and ministers in the main hall surged towards Gu Xu like a tide, launching a fierce attack that was not afraid of death.

Gu Xu raised his hand, and hundreds of rune seals flew out of the "Xianyun Residence", forming one shield after another, blocking in front of these phantoms.

These shields bought him time to recite the incantation.

Behind him, wisps of green smoke gradually appeared.

It is not the distant clouds, not the light fog in the mountains, but the smoke of the towns and villages, mixed with the temperature of the firewood, mixed with the smell of food and grains, mixed with the sound of cooking utensils colliding, mixed with the joys, sorrows and sorrows of ordinary residents.

The smoke was faint, almost invisible, obscured by the dazzling light of the main hall.

But every phantom that approached the smoke was silently melted.

Meanwhile.

The three statues of the Great Emperor Ziwei carried by Shangguan Jin and Zhao Yan have appeared in three directions on the outskirts of Yishui County, forming an invisible magic circle.

These idols have been worshipped for a long time and have gathered a lot of incense power.

And now, the worries and fears of the residents of Yishui about today's events, and their desire to restore peace, have also converged into several statues.

Then he rushed to Gu Xu's location.

Incense is never a one-way awe.

It's a two-way giving.

All living beings offer their devotion to the gods.

The gods should also shoulder their expectations and protect them from safety.

Incense is not only strength, but also responsibility.

Gu Xu is still far away from the Ninth Realm.

However, recently, he has seen the world through the astrolabe, and he has a deeper understanding of the power of incense.

Xiao Zeyao believes that with power, you can despise everything.

Gu Xu wanted to tell him that the grasshopper also had the power to shake the tree.

The spell he used at this moment was the fifth form of the "Seven Styles of Burning the Sky" - "Fireworks in the World".

As Gu Xu stretched out his hand and pointed forward, the curling smoke spread forward.

It's like time has passed in an instant, decades, hundreds of years.

The smoke seemed to have turned into war.

The golden glazed tiles and carved beams of the main hall are eroded by the smoke, and the golden light fades and the splendor fades. The sturdy pillars are eaten away little by little, and the ornate decoration gradually becomes mottled and loses its former splendor.

The dead country gives birth to spring grass, and there is no ancient mound in the palace.

Grass millet is separated from semi-wild artemisia.

In an instant, the splendid hall dissipated, as if it was a fleeting dream in the long river of time.

But the smoke dissipated.

It quickly wrapped Xiao Zeyao in it, like a gray robe.

Xiao Zeyao's body was not harmed in any way.

But his True Yuan power was like a flood that burst its banks, completely out of control and rapidly drained from his body.

He couldn't resist, he couldn't stop, he couldn't even move.

I can only watch myself turn from a knife to a fish.

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize a boat," Gu Xu took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand, and calmly took off his mask, exposing his face exactly like Emperor Tianxing to the vision of the people around him, "Those who despise the people will eventually be eaten by their power." ”

"You're obvious—" Xiao Zeyao's indifferent face showed panic for the first time. As soon as his words came out, he was interrupted by Gu Xu.

"-You want to say, my realm is obviously so low, and I am not even a saint, why can I handle you so easily?" The corners of Gu Xu's mouth turned up, and he smiled lightly. His appearance fell into Xiao Zeyao's eyes, like a demon playing with people's hearts.

"Do you want to know the trick to advancing to the Ninth Realm?" Gu Xu paused and continued.

"The Ninth Realm?"

Xiao Zeyao has lived with Taishang Haotian's projection for many years, and he has long known that the so-called "Ascension" is a scam, but he has never known what the real Ninth Realm is, let alone explored the way to promotion.

When he heard the word "Ninth Realm", his words couldn't help but express longing. Even if Gu Xu in front of him was an enemy who had just fought a life-and-death battle with him, he was extremely eager to hear the answer to this question from this young man who was the reincarnation of the Ziwei Emperor.

"Those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help." Gu Xu replied.

Then, faint cooking smoke poured into his body from Xiao Zeyao's seven orifices, completely erasing his remnant soul that had been lingering for many years.

All that remained was an empty shell.