"Where is Master?

Lu Shu'an muttered, looking around, no one was Yi Xiaofeng.

Han Yuan glared at him, so frightened that he hurriedly shut up.

I almost said I missed my mouth!

Others are also curious about where Yi Xiaofeng is and what he wants to do?

Qin Qinxue looked at the Praetorian Guards and eunuchs behind the altar and searched carefully.

She had a gut feeling that Yi Xiaofeng should be lurking in it.

The clock goes on.

More and more sects and big families are coming.

The number of people waiting in front of the altar has become more and more, and it has become a sea of people.

Boom Boom –

The clouds were rolling in, and there was a faint thunderous sound.

The sky has changed.

Quite a few people looked up.

"Tsk, thunderclouds gather in broad daylight, what is this sign?"

"It is said that a few days ago, the mythical beast Red Ray haunted near the Imperial City. ”

"It seems that this emperor is not very good. ”

"Be quiet, don't smash people's yards. ”

"Not necessarily, the thunder tribulation is not a bad omen, and it may indicate the rise of the state of Wu. ”

......

The major sects whispered, and most of them did not have much respect for Zhuo Pingtian.

Although the dynasty and the Xiuzhen sect are interdependent, for the disciples of the big sects, the dynasty magnates are something they disdain.

The emperors take turns to sit, but the heads and masters of the major sects can often last for hundreds of years.

It is worth mentioning that Zhuo Pingtian is a rare monk emperor.

Yi Xiaofeng was also observing the mutated celestial phenomena.

Hopefully it won't affect him.

Everyone waited patiently.

It was getting darker and darker, and the thunderclouds were rolling, but there was no torrential rain.

Finally.

The auspicious day has arrived.

The main hall of the palace suddenly opened, and everyone looked up.

Zhuo Pingtian, who was wearing a dragon robe and a beaded imperial crown, walked out, and Zhuo Pingtian at this moment was full of imperial domineering, his eyes were arrogant, and he looked at the world.

A group of palace concubines, princesses, and princes all greeted them at the bottom of the steps of the main hall.

Zhuo Xianrong was among them.

Zhuo Pingtian stepped down, step by step, not in a hurry, his eyes stared at the stone tablet on the altar, firm and profound.

The celestial phenomena above his head didn't seem to affect him anything, and he walked without hesitation.

When he walked down the steps, all the royal relatives knelt down.

No one spoke.

We must wait for Zhuo Pingtian to succeed in ascending the throne, and then shout long live my emperor when he returns.

Along the way, wherever Zhuo Pingtian went, people on the left and right sides knelt down one after another, like human waves.

The momentum was spectacular, and players from the major sects recorded the scene one after another.

When Zhuo Pingtian passed by Yi Xiaofeng, he also knelt down.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Pingtian's back.

He was about to lose his control.

Reason told him that it would be the best time to wait for Zhuo Pingtian to return.

Now that Zhuo Pingtian has not yet ascended the throne, he must be preoccupied and vigilant.

When he ascends the throne, once his mood is relaxed, he will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

A long time to walk is a stick of incense.

Zhuo Pingtian finally walked onto the altar, and the three incense sticks on the big ding had been lit.

"I, Zhuo Pingtian, ascended the throne as the emperor today, will inherit the will of the emperor, rule the world with benevolence and righteousness, strive for the peace of the country and the people, the peace of the world, and look at the ...... of the immortals and gods of heaven and earth"

Zhuo Pingtian bowed to the sky and spoke, his voice was loud, resounding throughout the entire imperial city.

Everyone in the city walked out into the streets and looked at the palace.

Boom Boom –

The stone tablet on the altar shook violently, and thunder and lightning fell from the sky and intertwined on the stone tablet.

In an instant, a light and shadow rose from the stone tablet.

Wow –

Many monks were in an uproar, what is this?

The light and shadow are transformed into human shadows, as if the ancestors of the Wu royal family appeared.

Yi Xiaofeng was also stunned.

Isn't this the ancestor of the Wu Kingdom that he destroyed before?

What's going on?

This guy isn't dead yet?

Light and shadow didn't speak, just quietly overlooking Zhuo Pingtian.

He is incomparably majestic, like a mountain, so that the people in all corners of the imperial city can see it.

Countless people knelt down one after another, worshipping the light and shadow.

"It's a big deal. ”

Venerable Nanqin was amazed, and his words were a little envious.

When he founded the Southern Qin Dynasty, why didn't he think of these tricks.

Yi Xiaofeng didn't think about it so much, he kept adjusting his breathing.

It's time to do it!

Must kill with one hit!

Once he fails, death awaits him!

"Made, that's exciting!"

Yi Xiaofeng thought to himself.

He was in a trance.

He didn't listen carefully to Zhuo Pingtian's later words.

After waiting for Zhuo Pingtian to finish speaking, after a series of sacrificial rituals, Yi Xiaofeng saw him turn around and walk down the altar, and he suddenly sobered up.

He tried to calm his mind.

Zhuo Pingtian stepped down from the altar, the light and shadow on the stone tablet were still there, watching him walk step by step towards the main hall of the palace.

Rumble!

A pillar of light fell from the sky and landed on Zhuo Pingtian's body, the dragon robe hunted and hunted, and his whole person's momentum soared.

Luck!

The pillar of light dissipated, and the guards and eunuchs on the left and right sides knelt down one after another.

"Long live my emperor, long live!"

Zhuo Pingtian was expressionless and continued to move forward.

Along the way, the guards and eunuchs kept kneeling, and long live our emperor seemed to echo infinitely, resounding non-stop.

Every hundred steps, there is a pillar of luck light falling from the sky, cast on Zhuo Pingtian's body, his whole person seems to be covered with a layer of light, like a fairy walking in the world.

The major sects are discussing:

"This is the Emperor's luck?"

"No, it's Wu Guo's luck. ”

"The theory of luck turned out to be true. ”

"Where does the luck come from?

"This is true of all three dynasties, and every emperor who ascends the throne must inherit the luck of his ancestors. ”

......

Han Yuan, Liu Ruqin and others also watched it very seriously.

Jian Zhen sighed with emotion: "Da Qianzhou's understanding of luck is quite deep. ”

That's when it happened.

A janissary suddenly rushed towards Zhuo Pingtian.

It's not Yi Xiaofeng!

This person drew his sword, like a cold light head-on to kill Zhuo Pingtian.

Zhuo Pingtian's face did not change, and Gonggong Xu suddenly appeared in front of this person and slapped it with one palm.

Rumble!

The Assassin was shot on the spot and dissipated into a mist of blood.

Gonggong Xu waved his sleeves, swept away the blood mist, and then quickly retreated.

From beginning to end, Zhuo Pingtian's footsteps have not stopped.

All were scared.

What a ruthless method!

Yi Xiaofeng's eyelids also jumped wildly.

This old eunuch is so ruthless?

The disciples of the major sects began to discuss who had sent the assassin just now.

Gonggong Xu's strong shot shocked the assassins in the dark, and no one dared to make a move again.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live—"

Yi Xiaofeng watched a janissary keep kneeling, and Zhuo Pingtian was getting closer and closer to him.

He struggled to regulate his emotions.

Father-in-law Xu's speed is very fast.

He had to learn to predict and make a trick for Gonggong Xu, otherwise it would be impossible to succeed in the assassination.

Zhuo Xianrong looked at her father and looked very excited.

She suddenly glanced at Yi Xiaofeng.

She noticed that Yi Xiaofeng's hands were a little strange.

Make a fist with your left hand and half-clench your right hand.

This is......

Posture with a sword!

Zhuo Xianrong frowned.

What is he doing here?

Afraid that someone will assassinate her father?

For some reason, Zhuo Xianrong suddenly thought of the story that Yi Xiaofeng told her before.