Knowing that the assessment continued, Wang Zimo suddenly felt a sense of relief.

He is not an "emotional hand", but only follows his own inner judgment.

There are some things that are not right or wrong, right and wrong, but different people stand on different positions, and the starting point of thinking about things is different, so they will fall into the quagmire and gradually drift away from the "point" at the beginning.

And what Wang Zimo can do is to clear the fog and find that "point", the most primitive starting point that can touch people's hearts.

The real choice is still in their own hands.

Having figured out these things, the prince decided not to delay any longer.

At the first stop in the morning, he came directly to the Prayer Heaven Pavilion, the heavens.

There is no human figure in the long street for ten miles, and the green trees are lush, and in the early autumn, there is no scorching sun, and it looks even more green. But he knew that he seemed to know that the cold was coming, and the screams in unison were piercing.

The lord of the hall guarded the branches, and no one knew which hall Wang Zimo was going to challenge.

At this time, Xue Lianzhu, Xue Qingyi and Mu Qianyu were standing on the observation deck on the top floor of Fengtian Tower, and they were all surprised to see Wang Zimo enter the heavens.

"Qianyu, send your people to clean up King Han's eyeliner!"

At this time, Xue Lianzhu was no longer the high priest, she was old and twilight, as if the elders of the two had forgotten that she was no longer in the prime of life, and Mu Qianyu was already on an equal footing with her.

"Isn't this kind of thing more professional in Tsing Yi's Bagua Pavilion?"

Mu Qianyu looked at Wang Zimo and "sighed" in his heart, knowing that the general trend had gone, no matter what the result was, the rest of the hall masters would definitely go to Guixin Building to line up in three days, instead of killing Wang Zimo together.

"I'll go myself, I always feel like something big is going to happen today. Xue Qingyi's half face, hidden under the copper mask, twitched a few times, and she frowned and looked at the heavens, and the feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

"Boom!"

Without waiting for Xue Qingyi to leave, suddenly, a big hole was blown out of the roof of the heavens, and glazed tiles flew everywhere, which immediately attracted countless onlookers.

Then Wang Zimo and Ye Jianwen, the master of the Hall of Heavens, flew into the sky from the ancestral hall.

The two of them were tense and glared at each other, but they heard Ye Jianwen pointing at the prince with his double hammer and opening his mouth and shouting: "Rebel, destroy my Heavenly Tablet, no one dares to kill you?"

"Humph!"

The prince was silent and silent, he was waiting, waiting for more and more people to gather, it was best to lure Xue Lianzhu and the others over.

"It's a challenge, just complete my topic directly, Lao Tzu sees that you have a little ability, and you have already released the water, but you beast doesn't know how to lift, and you will destroy my heavens with your hands, do you really not know what the heavens do?"

The more Ye Jianwen spoke, the more he asked, but Wang Zimo just snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

He wanted to provoke Wang Zimo, but found that no matter how ugly the words were, the other party was like practicing cheeky skills, looking to the side and turning a deaf ear.

"What's going on?"

A middle-aged man in white came quickly with a flying sword.

Ye Jianwen finally found a place to avenge his grievances, quickly shifted the target, and replied respectfully: "Qiyu Pavilion Master, this rebel son has ruined the Heavenly Tablet with the support of someone!

"You step down first, I'll deal with this matter!"

"Pavilion Master, he ......"

"Stand down!"

At this time, Xue Lianzhu and the three of them also rushed over from Fengtian Tower, Ye Jian was not angry, and glared at Wang Zimo angrily and turned around and retreated. The matter here quickly reached the ears of King Han, and he knew that Wang Zimo was not dead, and he was driving in Shun'an Palace, and he wanted to see what this hard-nosed demon wanted to do.

Fengtian God Religion, God Religion Fengtian.

These heavens are the places where the thirty-six heavens are enshrined. Everybody knows what it means. Even the King of Han did not dare to do anything wrong.

What this prince did was undoubtedly disrespectful in the eyes of everyone.

The popularity that had just accumulated collapsed in an instant, and it became the finger of the husband.

"Mo'er, what are you doing?" At this time, even Xue Lianzhu couldn't protect him.

"Mother-in-law, can I ask this pavilion master first, what did he do in the heavens?" the prince silently said nothing, and held a purple gold medal in his hand high above his head.

"You can go to the heavens and take a look, who are these thirty-six heavens enshrined?"

The tablet in the heavens was secretly swapped because Song Zhengyang told him, no one cares about the name on the tablet on weekdays, if it weren't for Pan Yufu's stomachache that day, he said that he was scared, and asked him to go to the heavens to ask for peace, Song Zhengyang would not have recited the name on it. Later, I found out that Pan Yufu was pregnant with his child, but he ate the crab without knowing it, and failed to seek medical attention in time, resulting in the child's early death.

He didn't tell anyone about the drop of the tablets in the heavens, not even Pan Yufu, in his opinion, it was the gods who did not bless the good Yufu, which caused the child to miscarry. So I kept holding a grudge until I met Wang Zimo, and I didn't tell me about it.

"Shenxiao Thunder Gong!"

Xue Lianzhu saw the tablet in Wang Zimo's hand and suddenly turned gloomy, glanced at Mu Qianyu, and scolded coldly: "Zhu Qiqing, what the hell is going on!"

Zhu Qiqing is the pavilion master of the Qitian Pavilion, at this time, the rudder of the punishment is quietly standing behind Zhu Qiqing, the punishment of the sky is also the master of the Bagua Pavilion, in Zhu Qiqing's unknowingly close body, its strength should not be underestimated.

This torture heaven really hid his strength, and he was injured in the face of the two helmsmen in the city lord's mansion that day, it must have been done on purpose. You must be cautious in your dealings with him in the future. The prince silently observed the crowd.

Suddenly, the golden light flashed, and a majestic figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes, without saying it explicitly, only from which strong aura can be concluded that this person is the King of Han.

"I heard that a new sect leader was born in the Fengtian God Sect, and I came here to congratulate me!"

The king of Han wore a dragon robe and a golden crown, and his body was burly, and his face was full of red light.

When he saw the big hole in the roof of the heavens, his eyes widened, and he pretended to be surprised: "What's the matter with Zhong Aiqing? Why did you happily lift the roof?"

No one paid any attention to him.

King Han sank his face, and felt more and more that this Fengtian God Sect did not take himself seriously, and he had to uproot it when he found an opportunity, and he was ashamed of Xue today.

"Ye Jianwen, what's going on?"

"Pavilion Master, I ......"

Ye Jianwen was under great pressure, and he was hesitant, he only felt the "poof, poof" jumping in his chest. A heart is about to jump out of my throat.

He has always been loyal to his duties, but he really doesn't know when this tablet was secretly replaced.

But whether he knows it or not, he is in charge of these heavens, and he will be punished.

The Sect of the Heavenly Gods worshiped the thirty-six heavens, but in the heavens, it was actually stolen and replaced by pillars and became the tablets of the gods. Xue Lianzhu looked at Mu Qianyu, after she became the high priest, the Fengtian God Sect in Jingzhou became the Heavenly God Sect, it seems that this matter is inseparable from Mu Qianyu.

"See what I'm doing?"

Mu Qianyu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and his face turned from white to red in an instant, and then to white.

"Zhu Qiqing said that this Jiuli does not respect the gods of heaven but only the sky, and the sky is the god of heaven. ”

"Say, did I say anything? Your heart is empty!" Xue Lianzhu said meaningfully.

The common people may not know what is going on, and even the head of the hall does not know what is going on. Only the high-level above the helmsman knew that the changes in Kunxu were inseparable from the gods.

Fengtian God Sect poked such a big hole, even King Han couldn't sit still.

If Jiuli really becomes like Kunxu, there will be ruins everywhere, the people will suffer, the city will be broken, and the ghosts will cry wolves outside the city, and the people will have no land to cultivate, and that will be the beginning of the disaster. What's more, Jiuli is wide, and it is not just his own king, who pokes out a basket on his own territory and spreads it to the ears of other kings, and will definitely publicize it, and then raise troops to suppress the border, which is a national disaster and a very, very serious problem

"Ye Jianwen, what's going on?"

Zhu Qiqing is still pretending to be innocent. Ye Jianwen cried with a sad face, looked at Mu Qianyu, and then looked at Zhu Qiqing, he was dumb and couldn't say that he was suffering from eating yellow lotus, and before he could open his mouth, he was pierced by the flying sword at Zhu Qiqing's feet. Bubbling blood splattered out, and Ye Jianwen died before he could say anything!

He stared dryly, and he didn't understand what he had done wrong until he died.

Wang Zimo looked at it coldly, and when Zhu Qiqing made a move, he quickly sacrificed Pingyou, and without waiting for Zhu Qiqing's flying sword to return to his side, Pingyou volleyed down and slashed down Zhu Qiqing's head.

That Zhu Qiqing's yin and yang tend to be consummated in the later stage, how can it be that the prince silently splits the ground.

He shouted as he retreated: "What are you doing to kill me, Ye Jianwen is the culprit, he colluded with the gods, I have already beheaded!"

"You're the one who killed!"

Wang Zimo moved instantly, flipped his wrist to put Ping You away, and at the same time slapped his hands, directly using the "Thousand Feet Turning into a Divine Dragon across the River".

In just such a moment, King Han still saw clearly, and the prince silently put away the magic knife Pingyu.

Magic Knife!

That's right!

After Wang Zimo's continuous tempering, at this time, ten golden giant swords could already be formed for the first time in the Dao Pan Illusory Shadow behind him. He clapped his hands again, and the ten giant swords quickly fused, and continued to refine in the Dao plate, and they directly turned into five.

The five dragons raised their heads and groaned, and in the blink of an eye, they were wrapped around the golden giant sword.

Wang Zimo made a quick move, pulled out a giant sword from behind his back, and slashed at Zhu Qiqing.

"This first sword is to avenge Ye Jianwen! how could he fall into the eyes of the gods?"

Zhu Qiqing retreated one after another, but was pushed forward by Xing Xuantian's big hands. Just as he wanted to dodge, suddenly the soles of his feet became muddy, and he suddenly changed color, but saw a big toad full of fangs jumping over.

After all, Zhu Qiqing was a cultivator in the late stage of Yin and Yang, and he resisted and immediately broke free from the quagmire. One by one, the big toads fell apart before they could get close, breaking into countless pieces.

Wang Zimo suddenly felt his blood rolling, and he stroked his chest with one hand, and couldn't help but highlight a mouthful of blood.

He was still stubborn, and without waiting for the first sword to fall, he drew out the second sword, as if each sword would take away his strength, but seeing that Wang Zimo was getting more and more difficult, he raised the second sword and shook it, and after stabilizing it, he quickly threw it out at the right time.

"The second sword, Zhu Qiqing colluded with the gods, and he should be punished!"

"You talk nonsense!"

Zhu Qiqing's face turned the color of pig liver, but he saw Wang Zimo strike again and draw the third sword.

Unlike the first two swords, this third sword seemed to be stuck in the scabbard, and Wang Zimo couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried. He can condense the Five Divine Swords, but he can only control two swords.

"Damn, how can this be?"

Wang Zimo had never refined the golden sword to five before, so he didn't feel that he needed to draw the sword so much. Unexpectedly, the five Jiaolong Divine Swords, just pulling out the sword would consume all his strength.

King Han's smile at the beginning gradually cooled, and he stared at the Jiaolong Divine Sword in the prince's silent plate.

"This, it turned out to be the Xuanyang Sword Technique!"

King Han couldn't help frowning and thinking carefully.

I remember that there is an ancient book in the treasury, which describes the Xuanyang Sword in detail. If these five Jiaolong Divine Swords are combined into one, it will be the Xuanyang Sword! How did he get the swordsmanship, could it be the "Divine Heavenly Formula" of the Fengtian God Sect? If this is the case, then who is the ancestor of the Fengtian God Sect?

"Ah, Priest Mu, save me!"