"Pray for the holy mountain to bless me with ......"

The young lord knelt on the futon at the entrance of the worship hall, and in it, one after another "tablet walls" were lined up to the deepest part of the worship hall. Thousands of vermilion tablets, some of which have long since faded, have one name after another written on them, these are the names of the Chinese people who have cultivated the nine-petal flower seal in the Tusheng Kingdom in the past few hundred years.

Except for a very small number of nobles who knew the real secret, everyone thought that they could practice after cultivating the nine petals of the flower seal, they could ascend to the gate of heaven, and they could enjoy the worship of the people of the whole country, but the truth was extremely cruel.

The young lord had only been in power for a year, but he had already personally sent thirteen tablets into this worship hall. Everyone is beaming and smiling when their name is engraved on the tablet, they are the pride of a family, even a city, their family will be treated kindly, and they will enter the holy mountain and become the person of their dreams.

But they didn't know that every time they had a name, the young lord's heart was dripping blood, and in two or three years, his name would be engraved on the tablet and placed in the "tablet wall" that looked like a mountain of human lives.

Accompanied by the prayer of the lord of the country, the wind seemed to echo in the worship hall, and the voice of the lord of the country became even louder, "Today, there is a royal mandala reappearing in the world, please bless the holy mountain and protect me from the peace of the country for all generations!"

After saying this, the lord of the country bit his finger and pressed it on the mandala carved from jade in front of him.

......

The lord led a group of nobles into the palace, but found that there was not a single living thing to be seen in the empty palace, and the servants and guards here seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Nearly 10,000 people, all gone in one night, it's too weird.

As far as the eye could see, it was a mess, all over the ground was littered with rubbish, even leftovers were sprinkled on the ground, as if a group of robbers had looted it, the gilded flower pots were taken away, but the flowers planted in them were thrown on the ground at will, and even the window grilles on the windows were removed, leaving only the bare wooden windows to beat in the wind.

The Great Lord's body was trembling, and his eyes were red with anger, "This...... What the hell is going on?"

He yelled at the nobles behind him, but no one replied to him, "Why hasn't anyone come to report it?

Those nobles were also dumbfounded, and they didn't see each other overnight, why did the palace become like this? Even if someone came to loot it, it wouldn't be so thorough, right?

"Let the king answer you. Just as the Great Lord went crazy, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

The Great Lord turned his head with a hideous expression, "Is it you!huh? You brute!"

"Don't forget, I'm the lord of the country now!" The young lord of the country had an inexplicable smile on his face, and he didn't give an inch, "I can't afford the word beast, it's better to return it to you as it is!"

"What the hell have you done!?" the Great Lord strode forward, trying to reach out and grab the Lord of the Nation.

"What did I do? I just gathered everyone last night and told them they could take everything they wanted, and I wouldn't hold them accountable. And my only condition is that no one is allowed to report the news, otherwise they will spit out in the end no matter how much they take!"

"Look, Great Lord, isn't it a surprise that your most powerful trump card is gone?"

The Great Lord was furious, "Don't you want to die? Do you know that the Eight Thousand National Guards are the foundation of the stability of the Tusheng Country, and if they are all dismissed, then we will not be far from death!"

"That is your foundation, not mine. The lord shook his head, "Anyway, if I ascend to the throne of the lord, I will only live for three or four years, what am I afraid of? I have to die sooner or later, and I am afraid of you!"

The Great Lord was so anxious that his head was sweating, the Eight Thousand National Guards were the most powerful weapon in his hands, and with these Eight Thousand National Guards, he had the confidence to control that Imperial Mandala, and even control all the royal Mandalas in the future!

But now, it's all gone, and he has to fix it!

"Do you have another prayer? Do you use it? You must not use it now, otherwise we will have nothing to blackmail that royal family!"

"Yes, just now, the Holy Mountain has revealed it to me. The lord of the kingdom was greatly relieved to see the great lord's angry and corrupt appearance.

"You're looking for death!" the Great Lord roared at the nobles behind him, "We must hurry, we must take control of the situation while the news of the debandment of the National Guard has not spread!"

These nobles were also red-eyed, they all knew what it meant to lose the National Guard, and they would most likely be torn to shreds by those slaves!

Just as they were about to make a move, a playful voice sounded behind them, "I'm afraid you don't have much of a chance!"

All the nobles turned back, only to find that the royal family had slowly walked over with their mandala in their arms, and nine people followed closely behind him.

"It's you!" the Great Lord saw Su Heng, "Now I'll give you one last chance, the position of Emperor Tusheng, do you want it?"

"Are you threatening me?" Su Heng chuckled, "Just because there are more of you than me?"

"You can think so. The Great Lord was furious to the extreme, and now he was a little crazy, he drew his long sword from his arms, and the other nobles also drew their weapons one after another, "You almost completely destroyed our foundation, you must take over the position of Emperor Tusheng today, otherwise you will all die here!"

Su Heng handed the black and white mandala to Shi Tuo behind him, "You mean that I must become a tool to suppress the growth of your mandala, and my descendants must also obediently listen to you?"

"Then I can only say sorry, I refuse!" Su Heng shook his head, and then disappeared in place in an instant.

Before the Great Lord's sword could be raised, and what he wanted to say was still spoken, he was horrified to find that it was pitch black in front of him.

"You have no power to restrain the chicken, and you still want to threaten me?" Su Heng stomped on the head of the Great Lord, and then looked around at the nobles, "Now, kneel!"

The extremely bloody scene not only frightened those nobles, but even the lord of the country and Shi Tuo and others were also frightened.

"Ding!"

"Wow!"

......

The nobles threw away their weapons one after another and fell to their knees without any spine.

"Please Lord Su spare us, we were just bewitched by the Great Lord......"

Su Heng ignored the beggars' pleas for mercy and walked up to the pale-faced lord, "You did a good job, now tell me, what is the result of your prayer for the Holy Mountain?"

"That'...... That one. The lord swallowed," the holy mountain said. ”

"Did you really pass the word?" Su Heng felt that he was one step closer to the result he had guessed in his heart, "What words?"

"Tomorrow there will be a messenger descending the Holy Mountain!" 8)