"Trust the science!"

When lightning came, Zhao Mengqi jumped out of his mind.

The lightning was less than seven feet away from the blade, but it suddenly split, turning into countless strangely shaped silver snakes, jumping and twisting, jumping and jumping in all directions, wrapping around the four iron spears, crackling and flashing with silver light, intertwining into a net cage that covered the entire top of the platform.

The fine sour numbness, with a slight tingling, swam in Zhao Mengqi's flesh, arousing goosebumps all over the body, and the cold hair stood up.

The ribbon tied to the ponytail suddenly loosened, and the green silk was scattered and exploded, turning into a spherical giant crown, showing its grandeur.

Under the light of lightning, the golden armor on his body became more and more brilliant, the rain-soaked cloak was blazing like flames, and the heavy sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a lightsaber, which was dazzling and breathtaking.

This gesture like a god descending to earth shocked everyone present and carved an indelible picture in their hearts.

At this moment, a lot of unbelievable things are lingering, rolling, washing, and exploding in people's minds!

King Yan split the lightning apart!?

Yanwang is trapped by the power grid?

King Yan is still fighting against the heavens?

King Yan, he's not human, is he?

King Yan, is this a catastrophe?

Yanwang ......

Immediately, the continuous thunder exploded in the sky, like the roar of the heavens, and there was unwillingness in the resentment.

The whole sky trembled, and the lightning grew denser and denser, covering all the clouds, and then slashed wildly across the earth, enveloping everyone in the power of the heavens.

And in the center of the encirclement, wave after wave of thunderbolts followed, slashing down from all directions and smashing on the top of the altar.

The dazzling light shone again and again, and the cage formed by the power grid became denser and thicker, as if it would not give up until the people in the cage were wiped out!

However, Zhao Mengqi in the center of the cage still maintained a posture of stabbing the sky, not moving, and his eyelids did not blink.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he's paralyzed and can't move at all.

Of course, it is quite possible that even if he could, he would not dare to move.

The surroundings were full of tyrannical and ferocious lightning, and the energy contained in it had a devastating momentum, like dense tentacles, struggling to stretch out towards Zhao Mengqi.

There was always a little distance away, and the current could not touch Zhao Mengqi's body, and he was pulled back by the iron gun, and then rushed into the earth along the iron chain connected to the root of the iron gun.

Zhao Mengqi only felt extremely dangerous, and it seemed that as long as he moved slightly, he would crash into the power grid.

But in the eyes of others, it seems that King Yan has been wrapped in the power grid, and the silver light and golden light reflect each other, bright and terrifying!

This unprecedented spectacle has taken the breath away of thousands of people, and under the majesty of the heavens, mortals can only deeply feel their own insignificance and weakness.

The violent thunder in the sky lasted for about a stick of incense before it gradually went out, and the heavens and the earth suddenly became quiet.

People also began to wake up, and let out a long breath of turbidity, but their eyes were still locked on the statue-like Yan King.

After waiting for a while, but still didn't see the slightest movement of King Yan, some people couldn't bear it.

"King Yan, what's up?"

"Perhaps, it's the feather that has ascended to the immortal......

"Whew...... It is not for him to stay in the world."

"This kind of death is really earth-shattering."

"King Yan... It's worth it, and there must be a lot of ink in the history books."

Wu Qian's eyes flashed with tears, his heart was stunned, full of regret, both for King Yan and for the Great Song Dynasty, these days, although he was a little dissatisfied with some of the character and style of King Yan, but also realized that the current Great Song Dynasty needed to make changes, and King Yan was undoubtedly the best candidate.

The hearts of officials and generals are much more complicated, everyone has different needs and ideas, and the existence of King Yan has different influences and meanings on them.

What the people think is relatively simpler, most people think

Because King Yan has the people in his heart, he should be a good official in the future, and he shouldn't just be gone.

The sergeants of the three sergeants also hesitated, and just saw the hope of improving their situation, but they were suddenly shattered, and they felt panicked in their chests.

"No, he won't die, he won't!"

Wanwan clenched her fists, her nails dug deep into her palms, biting her lip so hard that blood seeped between her teeth, and she didn't faint in this way.

She stared at the top of the altar in a daze, her vision blurred, but the figure was still as clear as if it were right in front of her.

Qian Duo, who was still sitting on the mud floor, had a dead silence in his eyes, and muttered, "Bastard... You're such a big bastard......

"Uhh......h The fourth brother is gone! My fourth brother is gone......" Zhao Yun and Zhao Hui cried bitterly at the same time, heartbreaking.

At this time, Zhao Mengqi suddenly moved.

First, the hand that raised the sword slowly fell, mechanical and stiff, and then his legs were weak, and he stumbled and almost fell, but he was able to put the sword to the floor in time, and he kept it in a half-kneeling position.

It was only seven or eight minutes, but Zhao Mengqi felt that tens of thousands of years had passed, and all his mental energy had been consumed.

He gasped for breath quickly, his body trembled violently, cold sweat was like pulp, and the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe filled his heart.

"It's really muddy!"

It's almost a roast pig, isn't that exciting?

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked again, rubbing their eyes one after another, thinking that they were hallucinating.

"He... He's still alive!?"

"How is this possible? How can it be? Thunder can't help him for so many days?"

"I'm a mother, he shouldn't be God's own son......, right?"

"My son? Then why did God still thunder and slash him?"

"It's not surprising, haven't you ever beaten your son?"

"Ugh...... You seem to have a point."

"Don't talk about that, God can't stop King Yan now, does that mean that he can do whatever he wants in the future?"

"Huh? This...... I'm afraid!"

"Hey, it's windy......

"Are you fucking stupefied, when did the wind stop?"

"No, that's not what I mean, what I'm saying is that the wind has changed, the west wind has risen, and it seems that the rain has become lighter......

People were shocked by this reminder, and after a closer look, the weather did begin to change.

The wind was still blowing, and it was still strong, but it was no longer frantic and irritable, it became much more mellow, and the direction of the wind was the same to the east.

The dark clouds in the sky seem to drift with the wind, rise and loosen.

Everyone just looked up in silence and looked at the unbelievable sight.

After nearly a tea time, the raindrops turned into raindrops, the raindrops turned into raindrops, and the thick clouds quietly cracked many gaps, and golden pillars of light were projected down.

One of them happened to shine on the altar.

During this time, Zhao Mengqi also slowly eased up, and the sun shone brightly, making his eyes brighten, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky.

At this sight, he was also stunned.

"This is not scientific, it's too mysterious, how can this wind and rain stop when you say stop?"

Although he had guessed that the hurricane would turn a corner, the timing was too coincidental.

After thinking about it, I deeply suspected that I had opened the hanging, and it was also possible that it was exchanged for Yangshou.

Feeling the strength in his body, he slowly stood up and looked around the stands down, something was wrong, everyone seemed to be petrified.

He raised his sword and pointed to the east, "Hurricane, retreat!"

This wave was pretended by him again, although he looked a little embarrassed with his hair scattered, but against the backdrop of the fiery red cloak, a golden armor reflected the sunlight, which was really dazzling.

When the loud words were heard, tens of thousands of people present woke up and began to realize the meaning of the change, and their joy was suppressed

Rushing into my mind incessantly.

People began to rejoice, began to cheer, high-fived, and congratulated heartily on the receding of the disaster.

I don't know who took the lead, the soldiers of the three armies knelt down on one knee towards Zhao Mengqi, and the mountain shouted long live, and then many people actually knelt down and saluted, ignoring the mud on the ground, while shouting long live, kowtowing.

"Long live King Yan! Hooray, hooray! ……」

In such an atmosphere, dozens of officials also bowed deeply, and the generals knelt down to salute, and some of them couldn't help but shout long live.

The officials were basically scholars, disciples of Confucius, and most of them were not interested in the theory of ghosts and gods, but they could not find a reasonable explanation for what happened today, so they could only classify it as a "miracle", so they became more and more in awe of Zhao Mengqi.

Seeing people shouting long live again, this time Zhao Mengqi had no sense of intoxication, after all, he didn't die in a catastrophe, and his soul still got a little "sublimation"......

He put his sword into the sheath and waved his hand again and again to make everyone stop shouting, but it was useless, how could the collective excitement be easily interrupted.

In Zhenze Building, a group of gentlemen and gentlemen have dull faces at this time, probably because they have been "shocked" too many times today, and they have been numb.

When they looked at King Yan, there was no longer any disdain in their eyes, but instead they were solemn and afraid.

"After today, who else can make the Yan King?"

"Hey... As a result of this, even though he has not yet sat on the throne, he has already ascended to the altar."

"It's unstoppable, it's unstoppable."

"My generation acts, when the sky responds to the people, it is rare for His Royal Highness King Yan to stop in Wujiang, such a great opportunity, isn't it the time for us to actively perform?"

"Hey, I remember Lao Luo, you just said that His Royal Highness King Yan was tyrannical."

"You're farting! Don't tarnish people's innocence out of thin air, Luo has always been loyal to His Royal Highness!"

"I heard that His Royal Highness King Yan didn't bring palace people to serve him on this trip, and it may be a little inconvenient to live, so I just sent my granddaughter to make a bed and fold quilts for His Royal Highness."

"Niang Xipi, I didn't expect Zhou Shanfu to be such a brazen person, and you actually tried to flatter His Highness with female colors, phew, it's really a shame for my generation!"

"Hehe, it's a high-sounding statement, it's just because you don't have a suitable woman in your family, right!?"

"Hmph, it's not uncommon for contemptible people to use such low-level means, my family's Liang Garden has just been rebuilt, and it can be dedicated to His Highness!"