Yang Wei, the prince of Zhenguo who stepped on Zhongmen Huang Road, lived in Bengbu.

"Why, just, just confess the Lord?"

"Qiankun Hall, you will either be early or late."

"This makes me embarrassed......"

At this moment, Yang Wei had a lot of thoughts in his head.

He knows a lot about the Qiankun Palace, when the Great Yan Dynasty did not exist, this Qiankun Hall was there, the pillars of the Qiankun Hall can test the luck of the country, and the people recognized by the Qiankun Hall can be the real emperor, and the luck of the whole dynasty can be passed, and the brighter the pillars, the more prosperous the future of the dynasty.

Now the grand scene of the Qiankun Hall is unprecedented!

Di Kun was not only recognized by the Qiankun Palace, but also super recognized, he was finished.

A lot of cold sweat flowed out of Yang Wei's body, and the brightness of the pillar was just to brighten his old eyes.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

It was as if he had discovered Yang Wei's thief heart.

The two hundred powerful beasts that came alive on the pillars all turned their heads to look at Yang Wei, and roared out with strong energy fluctuations.

A strong wind blew in front of the Qiankun Palace.

The crown of Guogong's hair on Yang Wei's head exploded, and his long hair spread out, flying indiscriminately.

"Ahhh

Seeing the appearance of the divine beasts in the Qiankun Palace, the people behind Yang Wei were directly frightened, and they dispersed directly.

"Plop!"

Yang Wei knelt on the ground.

Usually, as the first emperor's personal title of Zhenguogong, under the high platform of the Qiankun Palace, there is a seat for him, and he has 100,000 dragon and tiger troops in Yan, all of which have the privilege of seeing the emperor without kneeling.

And today, he knelt again and again.

The kneeling action, which was already unfamiliar, is now skillful and distressing.

Yang Wei saluted, knelt on the ground and kowtowed reverently: "My emperor is ten thousand years!" Your Majesty Long live! ”

The five thousand soldiers all looked at Zhao Zheng with fiery eyes.

Yang Wei was kneeling in front of the hall, but now he has walked into the middle gate by himself, which is to kill the ten clans.

Everyone in the Qiankun Hall also shifted their gaze from Zhao Zheng to Yang Wei.

Zhao Zheng also looked at Yang Wei, now, he is at his peak, extremely brilliant, but the number on Yang Wei's head is no longer bright red, the original five billion is gone.

Instead, tens of thousands of luck came in.

Almost equal to nothing.

Zhao Zheng looked at the Wenchen doctors on the side, almost most of the luck numbers on their heads turned bright red into light red, and some people's luck numbers changed from red to colorless.

And Song Jingxian, who originally had a single-digit luck on his head, almost nothing to do with luck, the number on his head became eight billion.

Moreover, these 5,000 soldiers also had luck on the top of their heads, and some of the luck numbers in them turned bright red.

The change in luck was obviously due to the attitude of the emperor, as well as the attitude of these people themselves.

The era of the Great Yan Dynasty's heavy military force is coming.

But at this moment, looking at this group of people who are loyal to him, Zhao Zheng's egg hurts.

The virtuous king he supported single-handedly, the virtuous king worth eight billion luck, this will be an important horse boy for him to take charge of Dayan in the future, and it must be a pity to kill him.

And the useless Wenchen doctors he wanted to kill or sanction before are now worthless, and it is useless to kill them or not.

"Whew!"

The red-robed scholars and doctors glanced at each other.

They laughed.

Zhao Zheng was recognized by the Qiankun Palace, Da Yan's luck was monstrous, the country's fortune was long, they couldn't speak anymore, the shining pillars, the joy of waking up to drink back thousands of rebel beasts for Di Kun, these were like the fact of iron, so that they couldn't open their mouths to spray Di Kun again.

Depressed, depressed.

Depression can really depress people like them.

According to their cognition, they scolded Emperor Kun Dujun, scolding and scolding, but they were slapped in the face by the luck that appeared in this Qiankun Palace, and their heads were gone.

The middle gate is gone, the king with a different surname is sealed, they are helpless, there is no way at all.

Alas!

Hey!

Suddenly, there was a rebellious Zhenguo Gong, or a Zhenguo Gong who failed to rebel and went to the middle door.

The red-robed people were all happy, and if the situation was serious, some of them would laugh out loud.

The emperor can't say it, the emperor is lucky, then he won't stand on the opposite side of the emperor, and he can always scold and rebel! It's time to let out your breath.

The space was quiet for three seconds.

This is the calm before the storm, the pre-shaking of the large-scale spell casting, and the brewing of the words and emotions of the masters.

"Yang Wei! You dare not think about the kindness of the court, ignore Your Majesty's grace, step on the middle gate of my Qiankun Palace, and rebel! ”

"Yang Wei, the shaft should be damned!"

"My Emperor Shengyin, Yang Wei, the Duke of Zhenguo, is bold, he led the army into the imperial palace before, and now he is stepping on the middle gate, coveting the throne, he should kill the nine clans, and the whole family will die!"

"The Nine Clans are too cheap for him, the Ten Clans!"

The five thousand soldiers also accompanied Zhao Zheng's gaze and turned to look at Yang Wei, who was kneeling in front of the middle gate.

Morale pays attention to one blow, and then declines and exhaustion.

The dragon and tiger army was shocked by the momentum of the strange beasts, and now they are overwhelmed, and a large number of people are kneeling on the ground, not daring to make a mistake.

Yang Wei, the prince of Zhenguo, knelt there and coughed violently.

His heart was cold.

He has an army of 30,000, and he may have a few chances of winning against a master of the Hundred Tribulation Realm.

However, the thousands of worshipping warriors in the Qiankun Hall all stood up.

If Emperor Kun Zhao Zheng is not recognized, it cannot cause the luck resonance of the Qiankun Hall or the luck of the manifestation is too low, those worshippers will not make a move for Zhao Zheng, and now, on the contrary, the situation is the opposite, the luck of the Qiankun Hall is prosperous, which means that the dynasty led by Zhao Zheng will be extremely powerful, and it can greatly improve the cultivation speed of the worship warriors who are dependent on the cultivation of Qi Luck.

The martial artists in the hall will all protect Zhao Zheng to the death.

In the realm of the king of people, it can be defeated by 10,000 people.

There are dozens of human kings here, and there are five of the top ten human king masters.

The 30,000 Dragon and Tiger Army will be defeated.

At the very least, he will be killed in an instant.

Kneeling is death, listening to the words of those Wenchen doctors, Yang Wei was full of regret and despair, ten clans.

Those whom he loved and loved will die.

He's done.

The Yang family of the Yandu family is finished.

"Your Majesty, spare your life, spare your life, for the sake of the old minister who fought for the first emperor and often accompanied the first emperor, spare the old minister's family, the old minister is also confused for a while, and he is confused for a while!"

Zhenguo Gong Yang Wei was no longer majestic, he cried so much that he was in a mess.

"Your Majesty, Yang Wei must die, the Yang family must be destroyed, he has a heart of disobedience, if he returns to the mountain, when he gathers an army, Yandu will usher in a new bloody storm."

"Your Majesty, please give the order to kill Yang Weimanmen!"

"Your Majesty, please give a decree!"

Dr. Wenchen knelt down one by one as neatly as he had rehearsed a long time ago, and soon, they all knelt down.

"Your Majesty! Don't dare, don't dare, let go of the guilty family, the family must be grateful to Dade and left for His Majesty. ”

Zhao Zheng walked on the imperial road with the inferior iron sword, and walked step by step towards Yang Wei, who was kneeling there and begging for mercy, in the passionate voices of the Wenchen doctors.

Yang Wei put his head heavily on the royal road where the white jade carved the five-clawed flying dragon, he knew that he was dead, and Di Kun would never let him go, but he still wanted to ask for an excuse for the family, even if he let go of the women and children, he would be extremely grateful.

If he loses, there will be no chance to do it again, and that's all he can do.