My Understanding Defies Heaven: I Create Laws and Preach In the Heavens

Chapter 70 Only divine weapons can fight against divine weapons

  The new emperor ascended the throne.

 The whole world celebrates.

 The thirty-five countries in the Central Plains all sent envoys to congratulate him.

Lin Yuan responded to them one by one without showing any signs of unfamiliarity.

 Although he has just ascended the throne, in the past ten years or so,

Lin Yuan has always been the crown prince of the country.

 The military and political affairs of a country are in his hands.

 Compared with the real emperor, the only difference is his status.

 half a month later.

 Inside the Chengtian Hall.

Lin Yuan was wearing a dragon robe and his face was deep in thought.

 After officially succeeding to the throne, the real secret of the Dayan Dynasty unfolded in front of him.

 It’s mainly about the ‘magic weapons’.

 That magical weapon of the Great Yan Dynasty.

The real name is ‘Sun Moon Spear’.

 Over more than 3,600 years in the Great Flame Calendar, the divine weapon "Sun and Moon Spear" was resurrected three times.

 Every time, it was because of the evil soldiers who caused troubles, causing the people to live in dire straits.

Then the soldiers took action, mobilized the magic soldiers, and suppressed everything.

 “Evil soldiers?”

Lin Yuan touched his chin.

 Can force the magic weapon to take action

 The so-called ‘evil soldiers’ must be far more powerful than the Martial Saint.

 “Anti-God Society.”

Lin Yuan was thinking in his mind.

 According to the information obtained by the Great Yan Dynasty, Nishenhui and the evil soldiers have always been at odds with each other.

Every time the evil soldiers cause chaos, there is the shadow of the Nishenhui behind them.

therefore

To be precise, the Dayan Dynasty was the thirty-six kingdoms of the Central Plains.

As long as they see people who are against the God Society, they are always killed without mercy, and they don't even need to be captured alive.

 This is also the will of every divine weapon that governs the country, and no one dares to violate it.

“It seems that this God-defying society has a big secret.”

Lin Yuan looked thoughtful.

Now his subordinates are almost locked in the position of the chief helm of the Anti-Shen Society in the Great Yan Dynasty.

What secrets the Nishen Society has will soon be revealed in front of Lin Yuan.

 Above the court.

Lin Yuan sat on the dragon chair.

The Minister of Rites walked out of the queue and said respectfully: "Since your Majesty has succeeded to the throne, you should go to the 'ancestral land of the divine soldiers' as soon as possible to worship the divine soldiers."

 The thirty-six countries of the Central Plains have many similar ‘traditions’.

 One of them is the sacrificial weapon.

Every new emperor who ascends the throne needs to go to his ancestral land of the divine weapons as soon as possible to worship the divine weapons.

 This tradition is normal.

  After all, the magic weapon that governs the country is, for all countries,

 They are all God-like existences.

 Sacrificing sacrifices to divine weapons is basically the same as offering sacrifices to heaven.

 “Sacrifice to the divine weapon?”

Lin Yuan looked at the Minister of Rites.

 The ancestral land of Shenbing is not in the capital, but hundreds of miles outside the capital.

 Lin Yuan has always been quite afraid of the ancestral land of Shenbing.

 Even if he was sure, most of the time, the divine weapon, the Sun and Moon Spear, was in a slumbering state.

They are also reluctant to get close to the ancestral land of the divine soldiers.

Not long ago, Lin Yuan broke through to the heaven-human realm. To be sure, he left the capital and found a place far away from the ancestral land of the divine soldiers to break through.

“I have been feeling unwell recently, so I will go to worship another day.”

Lin Yuan randomly found an excuse and brushed it off.

Sacrificing sacred weapons is an ancestral system, and even the emperor cannot change it.

 But just because it cannot be changed, does not mean that it cannot be delayed.

It’s not that Lin Yuan won’t go, it’s just that he is ill and plans to go again after a while.

Who can say anything?

"yes"

The Minister of Rites retreated helplessly.

 Feeling unwell?

 What the hell?

 Let others use this excuse.

 The current emperor uses this.

 The Minister of Rites is also an old minister, having served in two dynasties.

Of course we know that when Lin Yuan was born, some imperial doctors judged that his physical constitution was the best in the history of the Yan Dynasty.

 Even if there is an element of ‘exaggeration’ in it, there must be some basis for it.

 The emperor never liked flattering ministers, so the conclusion of the imperial doctor at that time must be based on some facts.

Under such conditions, if Lin Yuan said that he was unwell, the Minister of Rites would not believe him.

 But I don’t believe it.

 There is nothing we can do.

 Continue to admonish?

 If a normal new emperor ascends the throne.

His Minister of Rites still dared to do this.

After all, when a new emperor comes to power, he must listen to the opinions of his ministers during the first period of time to stabilize the government.

 But Lin Yuan

 Over the years.

 The Minister of Rites expressed his gratitude to the emperor who had been the prince for more than 20 years and finally ascended the throne successfully.

 Not to mention understanding, at least some awareness.

If you really try to force someone to remonstrate with you, you will end up remonstrating to death.

 The emperor will really help him.

Not only that, the emperor would also treat his family and the nine tribes very considerately.

 Send them down together to accompany him.

"never mind."

 “Just drag it, drag it.”

The Minister of Rites also thought about it.

 Just do it on your own routine and just mention it every once in a while.

He didn't believe that the emperor could still delay for twenty or fifty years.

 Wuyan City.

 This is a city in the south of the Yan Dynasty.

 Backed by hundreds of thousands of mountains, it is quite prosperous.

 In a dense forest more than ten miles away from Wuyan City.

Unconsciously, more than twenty figures appeared.

These twenty figures, although standing there, have a vague sense of energy and blood surging, and they are all beings at the level of "blood training" martial saints.

 ‘Train blood’ to become a martial saint, this is the limit that ordinary people can achieve.

 Further up, there are the major "soldiers".

 And the "army envoy" is regarded as the envoy of the divine weapon, and has long been inhuman.

More than twenty practicing blood martial saints are already comparable to the number of dynasty martial saints with slightly weaker national power in the Central Plains, with thirty-six national powers.

 In addition to more than 20 martial saints, there are also a large number of strong men from further distance.

"That dense forest should be the chief helmsman of the 'Nishen Guild'. The master has said that all the remnants of the Nishen Guild will only be captured but not killed. Do you understand?" The leader of the martial arts saint did not move his lips and spoke calmly. Blood fluctuations spread along the air to the ears of every martial saint.

"clear."

"knew."

 “Catch him alive.”

 Many martial saints nodded without any objection.

 The battle ended smoothly.

 Among the more than 20 "blood refining" martial saints,

Hundreds or thousands of innate martial arts masters who 'refined internal organs' and great masters who 'refined marrow' surrounded and killed him.

 The main rudder of the Anti-God Society was quickly flattened.

 The helmsman, Sikong Lun, had not yet had time to escape along the secret passage.

 The way was blocked by three blood refining martial saints.

Then everything went dark and I didn’t know anything anymore.

 Wait until the helmsman Sikong Lun regains consciousness again.

 Suddenly, he found himself on a carriage.

 All the muscles and veins in the body are blocked, and no energy or blood can be mobilized.

simply put.

He Sikong Lun is now a useless person.

The kind of loser who can kill even an ordinary person with a knife.

 “Who is it?”

Sikong Lun's heart was filled with turmoil.

 As the leader of the Anti-Shen Society, he is a street rat in the eyes of the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Central Plains.

Sikong Lun knew very well that he was definitely no match for the Thirty-Six Nations who had the magic weapon to conquer the country.

 It is precisely because of this that Sikong Lun paid great attention to concealment when establishing the general helm of the Anti-Shen Society.

 And many tunnels were dug under the main rudder, even if there were really any clues.

 You can also escape quickly along the secret passage to preserve your strength.

 Just now?

Sikong Lun couldn’t help but feel a little scared.

More than twenty practicing blood martial arts saints exuded the pressure of qi and blood wantonly.

Thousands of innate martial arts masters who 'refined internal organs' and great masters who 'refined marrow' took action quickly.

 Under such oppression, not even he, the chief helmsman, could escape, let alone other members of the congregation.

 “Which force took action?”

“The Great Yan Dynasty, or the other thirty-five countries.”

 “Wrong.”

Sikong Lun frowned.

 If he falls into the hands of the thirty-six countries of the Central Plains.

 How is it possible that you are still alive now?

　　The Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Central Plains treat the remnants of such a rebellious society like them.

 Always kill directly without leaving any consequences.

As for torture, asking about the traces of other remnants of the Anti-God Society is strictly prohibited by the structure of the Anti-God Society. A helmsman like him has other means within his body.

As long as you dare to reveal important secrets, you will die violently in an instant.

 As for the ordinary members of the congregation, they won’t know much, and there is no point in interrogating them.

Sikong Lun thought hard and couldn't think of which force had taken action against him.

“This place should still be Wuyan City.”

Sikong Lun reluctantly lifted the curtain and glanced outside.

 “That’s all.”

 “I can’t decide whether to live or die.”

Sikong Lun had no idea of ​​​​escape.

 What a joke.

 Able to mobilize the mysterious power of more than twenty martial saints.

 Can he escape from the carriage?

 More than half an hour later.

 The carriage finally stopped.

Sikong Lun was immediately shocked.

Soon, the car door was opened, and a man asked him to come down.

Sikong Lun glanced at the man.

 Somewhat familiar, I recognized it quickly.

This man was one of the more than 20 blood-refining martial saints who had taken action before.

The Blood Refining Martial Saint’s status in the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Central Plains is now being used as a coachman for him?

Sikong Lun took a deep breath.

 Have a deeper understanding of the methods of people behind the scenes.

 Get off the carriage.

Sikong Lun then followed the Martial Saint coachman and entered the mansion in front of him.

 It is said to be a mansion, but it is actually more like a palace.

 The interior is winding and scattered, with palaces scattered everywhere.

 Sikong Lun is in a palace in the deepest part.

 Meet the person behind the attack on his rebellion against God.

This is a young man, exuding an aura of indescribable dignity.

Just sitting there made Sikong Lun a little ashamed.

 “You go down first.”

Lin Yuan raised his head and waved his hand, asking the coachman Wu Sheng to step back.

 “Yes, master.”

 The coachman, Wu Sheng, left the main hall respectfully.

The owner Sikong Lun swallowed.

The blood practicing the blood martial arts, even recognizing the young man as the master?

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Sikong Lun would never believe it.

After a moment of silence, Sikong Lun calmed down and took the initiative to speak: "I wonder, Your Excellency, do you have any requirements for arresting me?"

At this moment, Sikong Lun also knew in his heart that he should be of some use to the young man.

 Otherwise, it would be impossible to walk in front of the other party.

"I would like to know."

“What on earth do you, the Anti-Shen Guild, use to fight against the divine soldiers of the thirty-six countries?”

 “What are evil soldiers?”

Lin Yuan asked.

As soon as these words came out.

Sikong Lun’s expression showed astonishment.

 He thought that the other party wanted to know the information about the other chief rudders of the Nishen Society.

Sikong Lun was already prepared, but whenever Lin Yuan asked about this aspect, he immediately triggered the method in his body and committed suicide.

 Just didn’t expect this?

“How can ordinary people like us be able to deal with the divine soldiers who are so high above us?”

Sikong Lun paused for a while, seeming to organize his words.

“Since ancient times, only divine weapons can defeat the opponent’s divine weapons.”

 “This is an iron rule.”

 (End of this chapter)