After The Empress Acended To The Throne, I Was Forcefully Made His Greatness Chapter 125

Zuo Daoqi has never been able to figure out why the New Year Festival is arranged on the Zishi of Yuan Shuo, when the cold wind in the mountains is howling, making the mountains and forests turbulent.

Sacrifice should not be performed in the daytime in an open and honest manner. Why did it come to Dajin, but it had to be performed at night, but fortunately, countless Habayashi guards lit torches, almost illuminating the entire foot of the mountain.

The imperial mausoleums of the Jin Dynasty are all together, with continuous ups and downs. When you come here, the carriage cannot go up, so Zuo Daoqi got off the carriage with the little princess and others again, and waited for the arrival of Zishi in the cold wind.

The cold wind howled from the steep cliffs. Even Zuo Daoqi's physique, with his internal breath already formed and the cold and heat not invading, could still feel a bit of bone-chilling chill here.

So don't mention the little waste like the little princess, standing in the wind and snow, shrunk into a ball, making people laugh secretly.

The emperor stood on the specially manicured ancestral altar, which was so high that he could almost see all the clan members,

Whenever the emperor looked down and glanced at the position where Zuo Daoqi and the little princess were, the little princess straightened up stubbornly with her shrinking neck, expressing her respect for the royal ancestors.

Zuo Daoqi looked quite speechless, but he could clearly feel that when the emperor looked at the princess, there was always a trace of warmth.

He is sure that this princess's temper, no matter what era she is in, she can live well.

Royal sacrifice is really an extremely cumbersome thing.

At the moment when Zishi arrived, the emperor began to read the eulogy, and countless Habayashi guards began to ascend the ceremony there. The exquisite small palaces made of paper and wood, luxury cars and beauties were burned, and the flames almost illuminated the entire imperial palace. Mausoleum.

This kind of sacrifice is very characteristic. The entire clan counts the direct line and collateral lineage, which has a population of thousands of people. The ancestors that each clan wants to worship are different.

Zuo Daoqi first walked around with the princess, after the princess went to join Emperor Yuanji.

He went alone with a few guards to pay homage to the newest imperial tomb, the tomb of the first emperor Qianyuan.

The first emperor left early, the queen mother is considered a survivor, Zuo Daoqi paid homage for the queen mother, and a vigil is required tonight.

In front of each mausoleum, there is a temple dedicated to offering sacrifices. The temple of Emperor Qianyuan is not very big. He also liked to play chess when he was alive. When he was buried, he buried a good chessboard. It is said to be very precious Well, Zuo Daoqi has never seen it before, but it's not like that Emperor Yanqing, who needed people to transport food to the temple by truck by truck.

The noisy memorial ceremony came to an end when Zuo Daoqi entered the Qianyuan Emperor's Ancestral Temple. Now Zuo Daoqi and a few clan members only need to watch for another night, and the New Year Festival is completely over.

Emperor Qianyuan left a lot of blood, but not all of them were in the capital. At this time, only three or four princes and a few close servants could come.

The Taimiao prohibits making noise, so the few people did not communicate with each other.

Zuo Daoqi looked at the old man who couldn't leave his hand with some doubts. This old man is also the son of Emperor Qianyuan?

Good guy, this looks at least eighty, Emperor Qianyuan is really awesome.

In the middle of the night, Zuo Dodge knelt there, quietly waiting for the flow of time.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and in the extremely silent night, he seemed to hear some strange sounds!

The sound was not like a human voice, nor like the howling of a wild animal.

Listen carefully, but can't hear any sound.

Zuo Daoqi's brows were jumping, and he was a little restless, but squinting his eyes, the clan and eunuchs who were watching the night with him were all sitting quietly, as if they didn't hear the sound at all.

He suppressed the throbbing in his heart and sat quietly.

Constantly comforting myself, this is the imperial mausoleum, and there are tens of thousands of high-grade Habayashi guards outside. With such a force, even a true Yin **** needs to be weighed and weighed. Guardian, how could it be dangerous.

The emperor, the little princess and others, as the direct descendants of the royal family, naturally have to worship in every imperial tomb, starting from the first Taizu Temple, and going all the way to the Qianyuan Temple where Zuo Daoqi and others are located!

Not long after Zuo Dodge sat down, the voice became more and more clear, as if it was echoing in his ears.

"Xianchui..."

He suddenly opened his eyes, unable to calm down anymore, but he just opened his eyes and looked at everything vigilantly...

at the same time.

In Shangshufu.

Today is New Year's Eve in Japan, all yamen in Kyoto will rest for half a day after noon, and there is no need for people to take turns.

But at the moment, in Shangshu's mansion, there are many figures.

In some empty halls, Zhang Wei was sitting in the first seat, looking at Gongsunyong with a serious face, "Go."

Gongsun Yong, who was eager to try, seemed to have been waiting for a long time. After hearing Zhang Weizheng's words, he got up instantly, and walked out of the gate with a chilling air.

When he walked out of the room, Zhang Weizheng looked to the north as if he had pierced through many time and space.

"Worry-free education, hehe..."

…

Pingxinfang.

A man in a black suit, holding a knife in one hand, is walking quickly through the deserted streets and alleys. His face is stern, covered with a layer of fine scales like a snake-like creature, and his eyes are also vertical pupils. With a greedy green light.

His steps are ethereal and wild, giving people the feeling of a snake crawling on the ground, and his whole person is like a poisonous snake that chooses to bite people, sinister and fierce.

The robe on his right arm was fluttering in the wind, it looked very empty, and there was still dripping indigo blood, but on his face, he could only see a fierce look, without a trace of pain from losing his right arm.

"Yuan Zhong!!"

The man looked back at the dark street filled with green smoke, then turned abruptly and turned into a deep and quiet alley.

The door of a courtyard was opened, and a four or five-year-old child looked at the man with snake scales, "The Pope said, don't climb over the wall."

The man let out a long breath, then held back the throbbing in his heart, and followed the child into the room.

In the room, sat a man with gray hair and a half-bronze mask, exposing his nose and eyes. His face under the mask was covered with blood-colored lines, horrifying and terrifying. When the man walked into the room, he suddenly Open your eyes.

"My lord, Yuan Zhong is cheating!!"

The man looked sad and indignant, holding up his empty right sleeve robe.

The bronze mask called the Pope sighed softly, "Is this the reason why you brought people here?"

The man was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, his whole body seemed to be erased in an instant.

It's just erasing, the kind of erasing that a child wipes a white paper with an eraser!

Starting from the feet, until the man was only left with the parts above the eyes, he was still full of deep doubts.

But the bronze mask ignored it at all, and just stepped forward, "Since you are here, come in."

At the door, a tall and tall figure walked slowly from outside the door.

The bronze mask sighed slightly, "This old man can't help but feel a little complacent to let Zhang Julu do it himself and set up a trap to kill him."

Gongsun Yong had a murderous look on his dark face, revealing bloodthirsty, slanting against the Pope of the Worriless Sect, "The rats in the gutter must look like mice. You Wuyou Sect can exist for so long, you won't Do you really think that Da Jin has nothing to do with you?"

The bronze mask sneered, "I never dare to underestimate Da Jin."

After saying this, he didn't want to say anything more. He waved his robe lightly, and then a huge black shadow appeared behind him. The shadow had four legs and six arms, a burly figure, almost towering above the sky, with no end in sight.

Gongsun Yong's expression remained unchanged, and his footsteps were even more steady as before, taking a step forward after him.

Countless fine red blood vessels suddenly appeared on the black shadow, like raised spider webs, making the almost towering black shadow even more terrifying.

If you zoom in on the fine blood vessels, each **** line is like a river of blood, with countless skulls floating up and down on it, and there are faint black air flowing on it.

The half face and eyes under the bronze mask suddenly became ferocious~www.mtlnovel.com~ bloodthirsty and crazy.

"Since you're here, I will send you to see Wuyou old mother!"

Gongsun Yong had no expression on his face, and an extreme will suddenly rose from him, which was the will to never give up, never look back, and move forward indomitably!

boom!

Under the permeation of the incomparably violent true power, it turned into ripples and spread outwards. The air was distorted, and it was already impossible to distinguish the south, east, and north. long gun!

The strange thing is that no one in the city seems to have noticed that the two of them made such a terrifying move, and the range of fluctuations seems to be limited to this courtyard.

This is Zhang Weizheng's literary formation, and it is also why Gongsun Yong pursued that person.

He left a trick on the snake-scaled man, and after the snake-scaled man entered the courtyard, the trick took effect, even if the mysterious pope in front of him killed that man, the formation was complete!

At this moment in the yard, unless one life is left, the text array will not open!

With self-confidence, Gongsun will not be the one who left his life here!

The spear and the shadow of the worry-free old mother collided suddenly.

Terrible qi began to spread outward from the explosion, and the spear used by Gongsun exploded with a bang.

Gongsun Yong's expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his hand and swiped, the blood and true strength flowed in the air like no money, and finally turned into a **** spear.

At the place where the **** spear appeared, streaks of air suddenly split open, exuding a terrifying aura that made one's scalp tingle.

Seeing this, the bronze masked man suddenly smiled ghostly.

The phantom image of the worry-free old mother behind him lacks mana, and it is a little illusory for a moment.

Gongsun's long spear pierced into his body.

boom!

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