Fifty years is not a long time, and even Fu Qiu only feels that it has passed in a snap of his fingers.

But for this world, fifty years has changed so many things.

In the seventh and ninth years of Tianhua, it seems that the imperial court has gone through two consecutive civil strife in succession, and the scope is unimaginable to ordinary people.

and the loss of many masters, even involving the master of the Heavenly Prison, the royal family and so on.

After two internal fights, the top combat power of the imperial court was actually damaged.

As the world has proven, no matter how strong a fortress is, there is a chance to break through from within.

As a result, the strength of the imperial court has also declined seriously, and its control over various places is not as good as before, and local strength has risen wildly.

Forces such as the White Lotus Sect, Zoroastrianism, and Smelling Fragrance Sect sprung up one after another, and uprisings broke out, completely dragging down the energy of the imperial court.

For a while, there was really a bit of a feeling of chatting about the world and ghosts.

The imperial court, which was thriving back then, had at least hundreds of years of national fortune in Fu Qiu's eyes, and it entered the state of the end of the dynasty in just fifty years.

Beijing, Tianxianglou Annex.

"The ceremony of worshiping the heavens is set for three days later, and the national teacher personally takes action to redefine the mandate of heaven."

"With the help of the National Teacher, my Great Zhou Jiangshan will definitely be peaceful and worry-free."

Several officials from the National Teacher's Mansion said in a low voice, their eyes were a little happy, in their eyes, if the ceremony could be completed after three days, the Great Zhou would definitely be able to flourish again.

Since the rebellion of the previous generation of masters, the Prison Heaven Division has plummeted, and now it is the National Teacher's Mansion that can carry the face of the imperial court cultivation world.

The national teacher Cihang Pudu, who is also the only Yang God True Monarch on the face of the imperial court, barely maintains the majesty of the imperial court.

That innocent national teacher has been in power for twenty years, during which time he has put down many rebellions and conspiracies of major cultivation sects, and his reputation is astonishing.

In both the government and the opposition, they have accumulated a lot of fame, and have been unanimously recognized by the whole dynasty.

Even not only mastering the affairs of the cultivation world, but also meddling in the affairs of the court, they have done a good job, and they are also admirers in the eyes of these low-level officials.

But these officials didn't know that at this moment in the Great Zhou Palace, one after another life-seeking Sanskrit sounds slowly sounded.

The respected national teacher in their eyes, Cihang Pudu, floated in the void, and the ministers sat on the futon under them, under the leadership of the emperor, and bowed to Cihang Pudu.

Everyone present looked extremely strange, their faces stiffened, and their movements were extremely stiff, as if they were dried corpses.

Under the Sanskrit sounds, there is not the slightest vitality in sight.

That's right, including the emperor, these people are only empty shells, and the flesh and blood essence in them was sucked by Cihang Pudu early.

The flesh and blood of these people also contain the luck of the dynasty, they are the most delicious food in the eyes of Cihang Pudu, and the Buddha light on his body is more and more dazzling.

"Master Kuni, three days later, it's time to worship the heavens!"

Cihang Pudu nodded kindly.

But these two boys who served him only felt extremely cold, and only those around them knew what this national teacher was.

In the eyes of outsiders, this national teacher will always look like a high-ranking monk. ….

But in their eyes, this is completely a demon.

In this palace, countless people die every day and every night, becoming dried corpses, and these are the handiwork of this national teacher.

"Alright, stand down!"

Hearing Cihang Pudu's voice, the two boys hurriedly retreated as if they had been pardoned.

Turning his head, Cihang Pudu showed a hideous smile: "What a fresh boy body, wait, when the ancestor and I succeed in transforming into a dragon, I will definitely let you be born in the body of the ancestor and serve the ancestor."

Of course, now Cihang Pudu doesn't plan to attack these personal attendants, these people can still help him, and there is value in living.

Only those who have no value in life will be completely inhaled by Cihang Pudu and use the last value.

The ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens three days later is also precisely the dragon transformation ceremony of Cihang Pudu.

When the time comes, he will completely devour the dragon qi of the Great Zhou, use the luck of the Great Zhou as a barrier, survive the thunder tribulation, smoothly transform into a dragon, and become the body of a real dragon.

"When the time comes, I will definitely be able to break through the Yang God!"

"Dream Lord, you want to control me? When the time comes, the ancestors will swallow you!"

……

Three days later, on the long street, there was a lot of wind and dust, but it could not affect the crowd in the slightest.

I saw a group of entourage wearing robes and canopy walking through the long street, and they kept sprinkling flowers.

While walking, the various musical instruments in his hands continued to play, and after a while, he stood under the altar of the sacrifice, respectfully waiting for his life.

Accompanied by a series of life-seeking Sanskrit sounds, the Dharma of Cihang Pudu arrived, and the surrounding entourage scattered flowers with it, which was even more sacred.

At the same time, I saw a young Taoist priest holding a long sword from the sky, stepping on the air, and quickly ushered in.

Behind him was an old man and two young women.

"Bold demon monk, don't die soon!"

Cihang Pudu glanced at this Taoist priest, and then waved his hand casually.

I saw a man in a samurai robe with four katana swords stuck in his back flying out under his control, and he was in a stalemate with the white-faced Taoist priest.

This warrior is very brave, his martial arts are especially pure, tempered to the point of perfection, and he is proficient in killing skills, and he is even more decisive and abnormal, and a knife is faster than a knife.

In this battle, even if the white-faced Taoist priest had the blessings of various Dao methods, he fell into disadvantage, and had to shout for the two women behind him to come to help.

"Help me!"

The two women also drew their swords and stalemate with the samurai.

The old man stood up proudly: "The demon monk has misled the country, and my Fu Tianqiu is blood-stained on the street, and I won't let you, the demon monk, confuse the king anymore!"

"Demon monk, the chaos of the dynasty, it should be cut by a thousand knives!"

Cihang Pudu looked at the old man's righteous words, closed his eyes slightly, and opened his mouth to mutter:

"If the murderous aura is too heavy, let's put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"If the murderous aura is too heavy, let's put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"If the murderous aura is too heavy, let's put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Accompanied by the harmony of the surrounding entourage, one after another Suo Sanskrit sounded, and the faces of the people around changed slightly.

The two women only felt that their brains were slightly sluggish, and they looked at the Cihang Fa in front of them, and their hearts were full of refuge.

Fu Tianqiu, the old man who was still speaking righteously before, suddenly fell to his knees and kept kowtowing.

"The heavenly enemy knows that he has sinned deeply, and he asks the mage to exceed!"

"Ask the mage to be exceeded!"

"Ask the mage to be exceeded!"

The white-faced Taoist priest Ye Zhiqiu's face changed, and he shouted: "Ask for your life, don't be fooled!"

As he spoke, the white-faced Taoist priest popped out several red rays of light, and immediately let the few people who had been recruited sit cross-legged on the ground and breathe with them.

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