In the Sanqing Palace, Yang Guang recited the sacrificial text, the sacrificial text is very long, it was written by Lu Miaozi, his voice is very loud, it spread all over the surrounding hundreds of square meters, it tells the story of Sanqing, and the people around the onlookers also listened to it.

Yang Guang's face was calm, he didn't ask for anything to be gained here, sacrificing Sanqing was just to show his attitude, if he didn't even have an attitude, it would be a big problem.

Think about it back then, the king of Shang just mentioned a poem in the Nuwa Temple, and then ruined the Chengtang foundation, Yang Guang was actually going against the sky, and after Li Yuan thought he was a saint, Yang Guang always had to say one or two, and it was simply a big mistake to be careful.

"Your Majesty, look!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation outside, in the main hall, Lu Miaozi raised his head, looked at the bronze statue in front of him with frightened eyes, and saw that the sage of the Shangqing Dynasty was shining brightly.

There is immeasurable light, and there is immeasurable sound.

The auspicious light shrouded hundreds of zhang around the Sanqing Palace, and in the light, everyone felt that their bodies were warm, and the previous illness disappeared without a trace in an instant, and everyone recovered their health.

"Miracles, miracles!"

"Meet the Sanqing Patriarch. ”

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Everyone in the main hall was already stunned by the situation in front of them, this is indeed a miracle, not only a physical healing, but more importantly, this is an affirmation of the Great Sui Dynasty.

The Sanqing Patriarch has recognized the legitimacy of His Majesty the Great Sui Emperor. This is what these officials are most happy about.

"Your Majesty, sword!"

The tip of the Void Eye's eyes saw a sword suspended in front of the incense case, the sword was pitch black, no material could be seen, and it flashed with a ghostly light, which was extraordinary.

"The younger generation thanks the ancestor for the sword. ”

Yang Guang was surprised in his heart, but he still honestly saluted the sword. I don't dare to resign.

At the moment, all this shocked him when he first arrived, he was ready for the saint to react without a reaction, after all, he was just an emperor of the mortal world, and there was nothing remarkable, and the saint would not put it in his eyes at all.

But now all this has attracted his attention, he should have stepped into a whirlpool, a saint actually attaches importance to the emperor of the mortal world, and specially gave the sword, this meaning is different.

"Odd, good. ”

The sword fell into Yang Guang's hand, and a clear voice came from his ears.

"Slash the sky!"

Yang Guang looked at the sword in front of him and read softly.

"Ding! You read the manuscript of the Tongtian Sect Master and obtained the Immortal Sword Qi."

At this time, a mechanical voice sounded in Yang Guang's ears, which immediately brought him a huge surprise.

What is the most powerful thing about the Tongtian Sect Master, it is the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, this Zhu Xian Sword Qi is obviously a supernatural power evolved from the Zhu Xian Sword, but I didn't expect it to easily fall into the hands of Yang Guang like this.

In the void, a crimson sword qi burst out, destroying everything in front of him, wherever the sword qi went, the vitality was extinguished, and the soul was lost, even Yang Guang saw it, and his heart was also very frightened.

"This Zhuxian sword qi is so powerful, I don't know what the style of the Zhuxian Sword Formation was back then. Suddenly, let the four saints come together to break the formation, but unfortunately, now there is no chance to see each other. Yang Guang felt a burst of regret.

After the battle of the gods, the four swords of Zhuxian fell into the hands of the Interpretation Sect, as a saint, the Tongtian Sect Master naturally did not want to ask the disciples of the Interpretation Sect for the four swords in person, so it was not an easy thing to restore the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

"However, this name is really a bit more imposing. Yang Guang looked at the two words on the sword, and a wry smile appeared on his face, this may be the Tongtian Sect Master.

Back then, even if he was facing an enemy several times stronger than himself, knowing that he was not their opponent, he still showed his sword, this is the interception of the sect, he would rather bend than bend, rather than stand and die, rather than bend his knees and surrender.

"Ancestor Xie gave the sword. Yang Guang accepted the sword, his face was a little more joyful, with this sword in his hand, at least in the Taoist lineage, there is no worries, As for whether it will be feared by Buddhism, it is no longer something that he can consider.

And at this moment, outside the Sanqing Palace, Monk Fahai looked at the auspicious clouds and light and rain in the air, his face was cloudy, and he also thought about turning Yang Guangdu into Buddhism, so that he could get a lot of merit.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Yang Guang actually turned around and came to worship the Sanqing Patriarch.

Although when he first came, he knew that the Sanqing Palace was built here, but he didn't expect Yang Guang to come to worship in person, and the Sanqing patriarch didn't want to be faceless, at this time, he actually appeared saintly, without taking into account the Buddha's decree, which made him helpless.

He looked at the Panthéon on the side, which enshrined the three emperors and five emperors of the human race, as well as the sages of the human race in the past dynasties, and some of them, that is, the heroic souls of soldiers who died in the war for the country in the past dynasties.

It doesn't matter.

But there is no Buddha, and this is the biggest problem. The emperor sacrificed to the patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty and the martyrs of the human race, so why was there no Buddha? Shouldn't the Buddha be sacrificed?

Monk Fahai watched Yang Guang come out of the Sanqing Palace and come to the Pantheon, which was mighty, and those civil and military generals had not yet woken up from the holy miracle just now, so they came to the Panthéon.

The main hall of the Panthéon is naturally dedicated to the three emperors of the human race.

In the palace of the Three Emperors, the three emperors of the human race sit on it, Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan bronze law is lifelike, looking down on the world, holding in the hand or gossip, or for the scriptures, or for the sword.

"Yang Guang, the descendant of the human race and the emperor of the Great Sui, led hundreds of civil and military officials to worship the ancestors of the human race..."

In the Huoyun Cave, the Three Emperors sat on the throne, their eyes through the fog, looking at everything in the world.

"Yang is very respectful to us. Shennong nodded, obviously satisfied.

"For many years, how many emperors of the human race have personally sacrificed to us, they have long forgotten the sages of the human race, know the gods and Buddhas, and they pray for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas, bless the abundant harvest of grains, bless the country and the people, bless the eternal stability of the country, and even bless the immortality. Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor sneered.

"Yuan Shoucheng found him and asked me for a piece of paper. It's just that in the end, I'm a little hesitant, the Huoyun Cave is far away from the Three Realms, attracting the sages of the human race, suppressing the luck of the human race, we are beyond the Three Realms, and we are not contaminated with cause and effect, so the catastrophe has nothing to do with us, but if we make a move this time, the Huoyun Cave will not be a pure place from now on. Fu Xi's eyes passed through the future time and space, and said, "So in the face of this situation, I hesitated. ”

"The human race is indomitable, as long as there is a trace of incense, there is still hope for the rise, I would rather die in battle than live in such a humble way like a slave. Regulus laughed.