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Chapter 473: The Magic of Confrontation

Go to the capital.

Deep in the palace, there is an altar that connects to the entire mountain range. It is made of pure white jade, round in shape, nine feet in diameter, with a complex magical array carved in the center. The array spreads along the altar to all sides. It spread all the way outside the altar and submerged into the ground.

If you lift the ground, you will find that the magic circle still exists. It covers the entire Shangjing city along the mountain range where the imperial palace is located. Before the birth of the Puppet Qi regime, it was connected to the royal temples in various places, forming an incomparable circle in the surrounding areas of Shangjing city. A huge magic circle.

But now the royal temples in the southern areas of Pingzhou Road, Beiyuan Road, and the northern areas of Anqing and Jianglin Road have been demolished. Therefore, the magical array of the altar has been cut off almost in half!
However, Xia Yao had already thought of this step. She had expanded the altar array to Yunhai Grassland twenty years ago. Therefore, the Xia royal family's magical array had not been weakened too much. In addition, Xia Yao's training As long as the soul and spiritual body are connected to this divine kingdom by the royal bloodline, they may really be able to use the power of the true king as legend has it.

"His Majesty the Emperor is here!"

A powerful and profound voice resounded at the entrance of the altar. An honor guard composed entirely of sacrificial captains entered the altar first and guarded all directions of the altar. Then, a dragon chariot that required twelve people to carry slowly entered the altar and settled down.

Behind the dragon chariot was Xia Yao's honor guard. When the dragon chariot fell, he and Jiang Cun walked in one after another, and the new sacrificial captain formed a circle around the altar.

Xia Yao felt something when he proclaimed himself emperor to the king of Chu State, so he naturally left the customs in advance.

"Your Majesty, I sincerely invite you to come to the altar to continue the country and the country, so as to stabilize the people of Dawn!" She clasped her fists and bowed in front of the dragon chariot, her expression respectful and unpretentious.

After a while, Emperor Yuanding sat down cross-legged steadily under the gaze of the surrounding sacrificial captains. He still did not wake up. This should be a spell similar to suspended animation to preserve human life functions.

When this strange space enveloped Emperor Yuanding, a layer of gold appeared on the surface of Emperor Yuanding's body, exuding a golden halo. These halos resonated with the strange space next to Xia Yao's body. Then, Emperor Yuanding's The body levitated, following Xia Yao and slowly moving towards the core of the magic circle in the center of the altar.

They actually arranged dozens of such altars at one time. In just this short period of time, tens of thousands of slaves were sacrificed to divine magic!
The golden clouds in the sky of Shangjing City continued to expand with the expansion of the magic circle. After half an hour, they enveloped the entire Shangjing City area, projecting the palace under the clouds. Above the shadow of the palace was Yuan Yuan who was in meditation. Emperor Ding, his current state is like the legendary Dharma Heaven and Earth, overlooking the land he rules.

As the slaves were sacrificed one by one and the golden light of divine magic descended on the earth, these believers finally contributed their spirituality, and this part of the spirituality became more intense. When connected to the statue in the center of the altar, it turned into a golden light pillar and rose into the sky.

Next to the altar, Xia Yao stared at the projection of the Sky Palace. In her sight, there was a huge map marked with countless believing creatures under the projection of the palace. She could feel that there was a powerful force in it that she could not imagine, but currently this The power doesn't belong to her yet.

Surrounding the altar were hundreds of thousands of people praying devoutly, all of them lying on the ground waiting for the magic to come to them.

On a vast plain north of Qingpu Road, on an altar covering an area of ​​dozens of hectares, thousands of slaves were laughing and laughing because of hallucinations. Those who didn't know it thought some carnival ceremony was being held here.

Xia Yao looked at Jiang Cun.

But there was no sound coming from inside the sedan. Xia Yao stood up and saluted the emperor's dragon chariot again, then stepped forward and opened the curtain. Emperor Yuanding inside was still in a meditative state.

In the center of the altar, there is a large bronze cauldron on top of a huge incense table with a diameter of nine feet and nine feet. The interior of the cauldron is filled with abundant spirituality and flesh and blood. The statues standing next to it greedily suck up the abundant spirituality in the cauldron.

The next moment, dozens of identical golden light pillars rose into the sky and spread to the northernmost part of the sea of ​​clouds.

The next moment, all the statues in the imperial city were automatically connected to the altar.

When Emperor Yuanding sat down, the magical array carved on the altar was instantly activated. The charming golden streamer penetrated the space and intertwined with the golden clouds above the palace, lighting up the entire imperial city.

Jiang Cun also bowed and saluted, but his expression was not respectful, but rather a trace of imperceptible dissatisfaction.

Jiang Cun knowingly stepped forward to lift the curtain instead of Xia Yao. Xia Yao clasped his fists and bowed again, then pinched out a magic formula. The next moment, countless fine golden threads appeared under her feet, forming a strange space around her.

"The plan is ahead of schedule, I hope we have prepared enough sacrifices!"

Xia Yao turned to look at Jiang Cun.

Jiang Cun wanted to remain silent when it came to Xia Yao's topic, but in the end he said, "I just hope this matter can end as soon as possible." "It will be over as soon as tomorrow passes!"

Xia Yao's expression turned cold and he said, "I'll leave the outside to you."

Jiang Cun nodded, turned around and left decisively, because he didn't want to see Xia Yao's indifferent face.

Walk out of the altar.

Jiang Cun stretched out his finger and flicked it on his temple. A soft stream of light was dragged out of his head by his finger. This was part of his memory.

He stared at the memory for a moment, then tossed it into the air.

When I turned back, the door to the altar entrance was closed.

"hehe!"

Jiang Cun chuckled, then flicked his sleeves and robe, and walked towards the meeting hall of the palace in a cool and unrestrained manner.

Outside the meeting hall, there were more than a dozen Third Realm monks waiting for a long time.

"I've met the Ninth Prince!"

When they saw Jiang Cun, no matter what their inner attitude was at the moment, on the surface they were extremely obedient and respectful.

Jiang Cun smiled openly and said: "Don't be so polite. This time I want to ask you all. When this matter is over, I will invite everyone to my Dongxu Island as a guest."

Everyone smiled. Sometimes people are complicated, and sometimes they are very simple. A simple courtesy can win the favor of most people.

After being polite, Jiang Cun clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "The palace has to take care of all the fellow Taoists."

"You're welcome, fellow Taoist!"

"Nine Princes are welcome!"

"Your Highness, you are welcome!"

Some showed kindness, some kept a distance, and some were still wary, and then they turned into streams of light and flew around the palace.

After Jiang Cheng and the others left, he looked up at the night that was as dark as day.

Time flies.

It was dawn, but there was no change in the sky and the earth. The two golden shadows in the sky still existed.

After some time passed, Jiang Cun counted the time with his fingers and determined that it was around three quarters noon. He said to the golden-armored soldiers guarding nearby: "Send someone to the Chu army camp to hand me the first greeting card. I want to see you." See old friends!"

He took out a bamboo slip and carved a row of characters on it with the spirit of water. It was the official text of Zhongzhou, and it was in easy-to-understand vernacular. His greeting card was handed to Wang Ping.

He suddenly wanted to see this friend.

(End of this chapter)