Chapter 117: Great Changes in the Capital, Zhao Heng Escapes

The Lan Ying mentioned by Zhao Heng had brown hair, blue eyes, and a high nose bridge. She was obviously of foreign descent from the Far North.

Her expression and voice were as cold as ever: "Our people had already entered yesterday, and we are just waiting for the remnants of the Lieyang Sect to enter."

Zhao Heng nodded: "We must go all out, otherwise once a few people leave, it will be difficult to find them out again."

Lan Ying finally showed a little cold smile at the corner of her mouth: "Your Majesty, don't worry, for your great cause, we will go all out."

Zhao Heng seemed very satisfied: "Pass it on, let's go to the Imperial Ancestral Temple now."

Lan Ying waved to her maid, and the maid immediately went down to pass the order.

After a while, a huge dragon chariot drove out of the palace.

The dozens of feet wide Imperial Street was completely empty, and the people gathered on both sides of the road.

Seeing the dragon chariot coming, the golden robe figure standing in the gauze tent, the people bowed and saluted, shouting "Long live His Majesty".

Seeing this, Lan Ying, who was standing behind Zhao Heng, smiled again: Although Da Wu will still be surnamed Zhao from now on, His Majesty will not live forever.

Zhao Heng in front of her was looking at the southern sky, trying to suppress the waves in his heart, not wanting to be noticed by Saranying and others behind him.

They are all monks of the Tianling Sect, claiming to be spiritual practitioners, and are extremely sensitive to people's minds and thoughts.

Saranying is a saint in the Tianling Sect, and her abilities are even more bizarre and unpredictable.

However, Zhao Heng has an unusual talent and has cultivated secret methods, so the monks of the Tianling Sect cannot easily penetrate his mind.

After these thoughts flashed, they were suppressed into the depths of his consciousness, leaving only the usual calmness and indifference.

Da Wu was established by the military, and although worshiping the Taimiao was a major event, there were not many red tapes.

The most time-consuming item was the emperor himself reading the sacrificial text in the Taimiao.

But before reaching the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Zhao Heng only needed to ride the dragon chariot under the escort of the Jinwu Guard and Yulin Guard, through the straight Imperial Street, and accept the worship of the people along the way.

The dragon chariot was moving fast, and it passed quickly in the few breaths that most people bowed and greeted.

Anyone who was slow could only greet Zhao Heng from behind.

Half an hour later, the dragon chariot arrived in front of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

The ministers who arrived in advance outside the Imperial Ancestral Temple lined up to greet.

Zhong Wancheng, the commander of the Zhenfu Division, pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, and when his eyes met with Zhao Heng's, he let go of the hilt and bowed.

Zhao Heng smiled and said, "No need to be polite, everyone, wait for me to read the sacrificial text."

There are three sacrificial texts for heaven, earth and man in Dawu's sacrifice to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. When entering the door, they offer sacrifices to Hou Tu Niangniang and pray for a rich land.

After entering the Imperial Ancestral Temple, they send a letter to the emperors of Dawu to seek the blessing of their ancestors.

Finally, he went to the Temple of Heaven and sent the sacrificial text to the Lord of Heaven. If he did not object, it meant that he had agreed.

In a cup of tea, Zhao Heng finished reading the sacrificial text of the earth slowly and threw it into the incense burner in front of the Imperial Temple, burning it for the Empress of Houtu to see.

Then he took the lead and walked in, followed by Saranying and a dozen maids of the Tianling Sect, and then the ministers.

Just as Zhao Heng walked into the gate of the Imperial Temple for dozens of feet, his face suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "What's going on? Why is my blood and energy losing?"

At this point, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Saranying and her group also changed their faces, took two steps forward, and wanted to grab Zhao Heng and withdraw.

But in just this short time, they also lost their blood and energy like Zhao Heng, and fell to one place with limp bodies.

A faint red mist emerged from the ground, full of hot breath.

Saranying instantly realized that this mist was transformed from the blood and energy of the scorching sun.

Her face was gloomy, and she shouted: "Be careful, it's the group of rebels from the Lieyang Sect."

Immediately, dozens of figures rushed out of the Taimiao.

Several of them were wrapped in red blood, obviously the core of the Lieyang Sect who practiced the Lieyang Sutra.

The old man in the lead had blood on his body like flames, red as fire, and was a martial sect who practiced the Lieyang Sutra.

The old man shouted: "Zhao Heng, you tyrant! You colluded with the witch of the Tianling Sect, caused chaos in Dawu, and destroyed the inheritance of our Lieyang Sect. Today we will kill you and restore order."

Zhao Heng's face was livid, and he shouted: "Protect the emperor, protect the emperor quickly."

But the closest people were only a few cabinet elders. They just crossed the gate of the Taimiao, and they also lost blood and collapsed to the ground.

Besides, these ministers and cabinet elders were not good at martial arts. It was good enough to have two rounds and four or five turns. It was useless if they didn't collapse.

Facing the core members of Lieyang Sect, they would be charred if they were hit by a palm.

The other ministers outside the gate stopped and dared not step forward.

Besides, it seems... not bad to change another emperor of Dawu?

As a result, strange shadows of some transparent or grayish white suddenly appeared on the bodies of Saranying and the other women who fell to the ground, and a large amount of fog filled the air.

"Ghost body?" Many ministers exclaimed and began to retreat quickly.

They could probably guess what this group of people from Lieyang Sect was going to do.

It was nothing more than revenge against Tianling Sect and Zhao Heng, which had nothing to do with them, the civil officials.

But Tianling Sect actually released the ghost body in public, and if things went wrong, it would be a massacre to silence them.

In this way, it would be best if Tianling Sect and Zhao Heng died.

Soon, Lieyang Sect and Saranying and others from Tianling Sect became one.

Saranying and others were obviously at a disadvantage, and they wanted to retreat but were entangled by the people of Lieyang Sect.

Even though the Tianling Sect Saintess Saranying's fighting power was comparable to that of a martial master, she was still powerless against the Lieyang martial master.

The Lieyang Sutra was naturally effective against strange creatures and demons.

No matter how good the Tianling Sect's name is, it can't change the fact that their power comes from strange objects.

Otherwise, the Tianling Sect had a long-term plan to start with Zhao Heng early, help him ascend to the throne, and then use his hands to destroy the Lieyang Sect.

In addition, the formation is also constantly releasing the mist formed by the blood of Lieyang, making it become more and more intense.

In addition to being able to suppress the strength of others other than the Lieyang Sect, it also prohibits Tianling Sect members from flying into the sky and escaping with deceitful bodies.

Being targeted in an ambush, it was at a place like the Ancestral Temple where there shouldn't be any problems.

The Tianling Sect was caught off guard, and all escape routes were blocked.

They could only have a crazy dog ​​fight with each other in the square inside the gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

In the blood-red mist, large masses of strange mist and blood exploded from time to time, with constant roars and loud noises, gravel and dust flying, and interspersed with the screams of women.

The gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple was the dividing line, and the ministers outside frantically retreated.

However, the Jinwu Guard and the Yulin Guard had to obey the orders of Zhong Wancheng, the commander of the Zhenfu Division, and rush in to rescue Zhao Heng.

Most of these two guards had only one or two or four rounds of strength. They rushed into the battlefield between Lieyang Sect and Tianling Sect. After a while, they let out a few screams and stopped moving.

It was not until two quarters of an hour later that news of the accident at the Ancestral Temple reached the imperial palace in the divine capital city.

Two figures wrapped in blood energy rose rapidly and shot through the air. It was the arrival of the two martial masters enshrined in the palace.

When they landed outside the gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, they waved their palms away to sweep away the large amount of dust and mist that shrouded the place, and their expressions suddenly became ugly.

In the Imperial Ancestral Temple Square where there had been a brutal fight just now, there was no movement at all, and there were only pieces of dead and miserable human bodies tangled together.

The strange thing is that these corpses are all black and gray, even the blood stains on the ground are no exception, and there is no smell of blood at all.

The two great priests waved their palms to sweep away the smoke and dust, touching a certain critical point.

Amidst the clicking sound, the pieces of black and gray human body began to crack, turning into small pieces like clay statues.

The people who died in the fight, including Zhao Heng and several cabinet bosses, were completely mixed together.

There is me in you and you in me. You can no longer tell who is who.

Zhao Heng, whom the two great priests wanted to rescue, was somehow mixed up in the pile of broken pieces at this moment.

The great priest, who was wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a sword on his back, had a cold look on his face: "Such an evil method is probably inseparable from the Tianling Sect."

The other man was wearing coarse linen clothes, a tall figure, bare arms and sandals, like a Liba moving goods at the dock. Hearing this, he frowned: "But why did Sa Lanying kill Zhao Heng? Aren't they colluding?"

The Taoist priest sneered: "I have known Zhao Heng for more than ten years. He is not an honest and harmless person."

Mai Dacheng sighed: "What's the use of saying this now, everyone is dead."

The Taoist priest exhaled: "That's right. Who told Zhao Heng to get together with the Tianling Cult demon girl? This is considered an internal matter of the Zhao family and has nothing to do with us. Let those ministers have a headache."

The two chief ministers reached an agreement and walked around the Ancestral Temple. They did not find any living people, but there were many masked and invisible people dead everywhere.

And their positions clearly showed a formation.

In fact, they were driving the formation that released the Blood Mist of the Fierce Sun and suppressed and imprisoned the Tianling Sect.

At this moment, they, like the pile of corpses outside, turned into black and gray, and shattered to pieces on the ground at the slightest touch.

Except for foreign objects like clothes, the body is in shreds.

The group of people who launched the attack had no identifying items on them, so who these people were could only remain an unsolved mystery.

The two ministers returned directly to the palace and told the current empress dowager, who would soon be the empress dowager, about the matter, and no longer cared about the follow-up.

Things in the royal family are too chaotic, and caring too much will only dirty your eyes.

Their duty is to protect the personal safety of the royal family.

However, the number of warriors is rare and their status is respected. It is impossible for them to take personal care of them for twelve hours like a wet nurse. Even the emperor is no exception.

This time Zhao Heng died. The reason was that he believed in the Tianling Cult and allowed the witch to lurk nearby. He was really to blame.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the two great warriors.

Soon, the city of God fell into a new round of turmoil.

Who the new emperor will be, who will replace the dead cabinet members, and who will cut the pie, all need to be re-determined.

A group of ministers were jealous and rolled up their sleeves one after another.

Former emperor Zhao Heng? A former cabinet minister? It's none of their business.

A few days later, thousands of miles away from the divine capital, a man in gray robes and a hat rode on a horse heading west.

Looking back at the capital of the gods in the northeast, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth and let out a chuckle. There was an unspeakable mockery in the laughter: "Fire Sun Sect? Tianling Sect? A bunch of idiots."

If the dead Salanying and Lieyang Sect people could be resurrected, they might be able to recognize them. This man in gray robe and hat turned out to be Zhao Heng who should die with them.

Gently raising his hand and snapping his fingers, Zhao Heng shot out a stream of translucent blood energy, and penetrated the head of a leopard that was hiding in the grass and trying to sneak attack.

He put his hand away, feeling extremely satisfied.

The blood sacrifice formation left by Martial Ancestor is indeed very powerful.

The blood sacrifice of hundreds of core members of Tianling Sect and Lieyang Sect was far more effective than before, and it actually allowed me to break through to Martial Lord in one fell swoop. Zhao Heng thought in his heart: When I find the blood elixir left by Martial Ancestor from the ancestral mausoleum palace and be promoted to Martial Saint, everything about Dawu will still be mine.

In fact, it was not Zhao Heng who wanted to lure the wolf into the house, but he was seduced by the Tianling Cult when he was young, and used them to kill his father and attack his opponents, and then he ascended to the throne.

The late emperor only understood the reason before he died.

But the late emperor was also a ruthless man.

He found an opportunity to lead Zhao Heng into the blood sacrifice formation, using himself as a sacrifice, leaving everything to his ruthless and cold-blooded son.

Zhao Heng only then learned a secret passed down by word of mouth by successive emperors of Dawu, including this blood sacrifice formation.

This time, the blood sacrifice of the late emperor was completed, so no one except Zhao Heng and the dead late emperor knew what he got.

It was just that Zhao Heng broke through the second round and became a three-round martial master.

Sa Lanying of the Tianling Sect could no longer easily find out everything about him through the body.

But at that time, the Tianling Sect had been completely bound to Zhao Heng, and its influence spread throughout the capital of gods and even the palace.

The Tianling Sect finally reached into Dawu, and it would never give up easily.

He didn't want to be killed by a trick like his father, so he could only find a way to get out.

But getting out was not enough. Zhao Heng still yearned for power and authority, so he didn't want to be a mountain wanderer.

Even starting from scratch and building another country is not willing.

How many people are willing to spend dozens or hundreds of years to build the world's sixth largest company after inheriting the world's number one company?

What if the sum of these two, three, four, five, and six is ​​not as good as the first? Then even fewer people are willing.

So he changed the blood sacrifice method that was passed down by the emperors of Dawu for generations, and found a way to leak it to the remaining core of Lieyang Sect.

Then he created an opportunity for them, thinking that he and Tianling Sect could be wiped out.

In fact, he was the one who really controlled the blood sacrifice formation.

When Tianling Sect and Lieyang Sect were both injured, he used them as sacrifices and played a trick to wipe them out.

Although Zhao Heng now knew that Lieyang Sect was very important to the Dawu royal family, it was too late.

With his support, Tianling Sect killed most of the core of Lieyang Sect, and he was even more hated than Tianling Sect.

The blood feud could not be resolved, no matter how important it was, he could only sacrifice them together as a resource for his promotion to Wu Zun.

At most, I will take back the throne, rebuild the Lieyang Sect, and serve Dawu again. Zhao Heng thought so, put aside these trivial matters, and looked far to the west.

The Ancestral Mausoleum, the Martial Ancestor Blood Pill, and the Martial Saint, these are the most important things now, and the rest are just stepping stones on his road to the Martial Saint.

Like the Lieyang Sect’s eldest lady who was engaged since childhood, wasn’t she also ordered by him to be sent to the Ancestral Mausoleum as a sacrifice in order to gain the trust of the Tianling Sect?

Now, that eldest lady should have become part of the Martial Ancestor Blood Pill.

After all, the Ancestral Mausoleum in Yulong Valley is the blood sacrifice site transformed by the Martial Ancestor Zhao Guangtian with the help of the natural terrain.

The words left by the Martial Ancestor Zhao Guangtian explained that each blood sacrifice in the Ancestral Mausoleum is held every ten years, and no later than twenty years, and it is necessary to nourish the blood pill left by the Martial Ancestor with various special physiques and talents.

However, the blood pill is difficult to make, and taking it out in advance will waste all the previous efforts.

Therefore, it is necessary to wait until five hundred years after Dawu, and then use the martial patriarch of the Zhao family bloodline, preferably the martial lord, to be promoted to the nine-turn martial saint.

Zhao Heng was surprised at first when he heard this secret, but soon regained his composure.

Dawu has protected the people for hundreds of years, so it is nothing to select dozens or hundreds of people for blood sacrifice every ten years.

The strange monsters and demons can easily kill hundreds or thousands of people in a village or even a county, so who can do anything about it.

For Dawu, he even sacrificed the intended crown princess, who could pay more than him.

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