Prehistoric: King Zhou offers incense, and I grant others the great road of the emperor.

Asaha City.

Countless eyes converged here, only to see countless flags waving, and a huge procession from the palace to the outside.

The sound of dense footsteps was mixed with the aura of murder.

Majestic humanitarian luck.

Enough to crush any power.

The human race is the protagonist of the desolate world, the human emperor is the emperor of the human race, and the luck of the whole clan gathers together. His personality is lower than that of the Dao Ancestor, and he is on an equal footing with the saints.

Or even stronger in a sense.

In particular, the current king, since he ascended the throne, has made great efforts to govern the country, more than doubled the land area, and his own power is far greater than that of the previous kings.

Has it begun?

Heavenly Court!

Kunlun Mountain.

Jinao Island.

And many supreme beings lurking in the shadows, all of them have their eyes on here. Even in this crowd, the figure of a saint could be faintly seen, but he used this chaotic heavenly opportunity to completely hide himself.

"The king has a decree: go to the temple of Our Lady Nuwa Niangniangniang to pray for the blessing of the Taishi. A

deep voice rang out, and the huge team sped up in one direction. Di Xin sat in the carriage, running the human emperor's dharma body, and the changes in the luck of the human race were clearly presented in the deepest part of his heart.

An undercurrent that was previously invisible to the naked eye.

All on the countertop.

The sheer amount of pressure almost took him breathless.

However, as the emperor of the people, he has to bear the weight of a clan, and since he has decided to take this step, there is absolutely no reason to turn back. A figure appeared in the deepest part of his heart, and he didn't dare to look in that direction, because it was a saint.

"Huhuhu......"

Just as the team was about to arrive at the Nuwa Niangniang Temple, a strange wind appeared out of thin air. The saint's approach, even if he didn't have time to react with human luck, had already affected Di Xin's sanity.

The man gave him a cold look.

Then he turned around and disappeared without a trace.

"Protect the king, protect the king......

" "......

" and "......"

the soldiers shouted.

The gusts of wind come and go as fast as they come.

One flag after another was erected, and the whole team moved forward again. At the same time, Nuwa Niangniang in the Wa Palace felt something, and appeared directly above Chaoge City on Qingluan.

In the depths of Di Xin's heart, an extremely evil thought emerged. He couldn't help frowning, wanting to suppress it, but hesitated.

This is the handiwork of a saint.

It was like the Lich War that year, when the ten demon princes kicked off, and they were all in the hands of one person.

simply let this evil thought dominate the body, pretending to be powerless to resist. No one knows if the saint still has a secret hand, and if he can avoid this time, who can guarantee that he can dodge a second time? It is better to control it within a controllable range and let it wreak havoc.

"The Temple of Our Lady Nuwa Niangniang has arrived!" a respectful voice sounded, and the huge procession stopped. As the curtain of the car was lifted, a majestic figure walked inside surrounded by everyone.

"In the past, Our Lady Nuwa Niangniang made people from the soil, and only then did we have my human race. Now the king came to offer incense and pray for blessings, just as the wandering son worshiped his loving mother

......", "......

" and "......

"

said respectfully.

The king knelt before the idol and listened drowsily. At this moment, the cloth shrouded in front of the statue was blown away by a gust of wind, and a beautiful face appeared in front of him.

Extremely evil thoughts come alive.

All sleepiness is gone.

"Bring the pen!"

a violent voice rang out.

The hundred officials seemed to realize something, and they frowned but did not dare to resist.

An attendant walked quickly with a pen in his hand, and then respectfully handed it to Di Xin. Under the gaze of the civil and military officials, he stood up without any scruples, and then carved on the pillar with a knife and pen.

"The widow sits on the famine, there has never been such a beauty, today I am very lucky, very lucky......

" "......

" and "......"

crazy voices sounded to the extreme.

The extremely evil emotions in the depths of Di Xin's heart kept roaring, and he not only wanted to occupy the four seas, but also sow the world. Let his children and grandchildren spread over every inch of the desolate land. Let his blood flow endlessly, never extinction.

Standing in the sky above Chaoge City, Nuwa's face sank like water.

The extremely vulgar text is presented in front of you: Fengluan Bao's tent scene is very, full of gold and makeup. The distant mountains are flying emerald color, and the dancing sleeves reflect the glow dress. The pear blossom is delicate with the rain, and the peony cage is smoky and charming. But he has to be enchanting to move and take back the king of Changle.

"Boom

!" "Boom!"

thundered.

Explode in the void.

The hundred officials felt that a catastrophe was coming, and their whole bodies trembled, and their eyes were full of fear. The king is wise and powerful, and will always come up with such filthy verses.

Thinking about what happened yesterday.

The eyes are redder than dry.

It must have been bewitched by an evil god.

Otherwise, the king would never have done such a thing.

"Great King, Our Lady Nuwa Niangniang is the mother of our human race and the mother of the Great King, and as the Son of Man insults her mother, heaven and earth do not tolerate it. "

Why don't you erase the words and ask for forgiveness from the Virgin. "

......

" and "......"

reprimanded angrily.

The luck of the Terrans fluctuated violently.

However, this further provoked the backlash of Di Xin's evil emotions in his heart: "Shut up! Such a beautiful woman sitting in the temple is not a waste of this peerless face. "

Beautiful!" "Beautiful!"

Di Xin not only did not mean to repent, but became even more unscrupulous. He indulged in the evil emotions in his heart and watched it all coldly.

The Human Emperor Dao had just started to cultivate, and it was never wise to turn his face with the saint at this time. Only by trying to be a good chess piece can you delay time and accumulate strength, so that they can pay the price they deserve.

"What about the widow's poetry?"

asked Dixin aloud.

The civil and military officials didn't dare to make a sound, they just knelt on the ground and buried their heads dead.

"The poem of the king is the sound of heaven and earth, good poetry, good poetry, good ......poetry," an official stood up, his face full of smiles, dancing to Di Xin.

"Presumptuous! How can you wait to speak here!" looked

at the official who stood up and scolded loudly.

Fei Zhong was taken aback.

Hurriedly retreated to his own position and crawled to the ground. For this imperial uncle, he didn't dare to be hard.

"Forget

it, the widow is tired, go back to the palace!"

"No matter who it is, if you can give such a beauty to the widow, the widow will make her a marquis." Before

leaving, he didn't forget to drop a sentence, which was obviously for Fei Zhong and them. As for the poem engraved on the pillar, there is no intention of erasing it.

Nuwa's face sank like water.

Such a human emperor.

Such virtues.

How can he be the emperor of the human race?

Blatantly insulting his mother.

If you don't lose the throne, if the Shang Dynasty doesn't lose the world, what face do I have to be called the mother of the human race.

Fengming Qishan combined with the Great Zhou to replace it.

That's fine.

Let me open the curtain on this catastrophe with my own hands, and sing a lament for its destruction.