One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 323 Chapter 324: People and Mountains Shout Together
All power has a source.

Just like a river has a source, where potential energy gathers along the way, even the flow of wind has a starting point.

Zhao's "Mountain and River Altar Formation" certainly also has a source of power.

The source of this power is the altar, and within the altar is the public opinion and authority accumulated over thousands of years, as well as the formation that embodies the spiritual charm of mountains and rivers.

That’s why it’s called an altar formation, because it has the power of an altar and also the spiritual charm of a formation that blends with the mountains and rivers.

This force has a source, and there is a name on the household register, and the owner of the name is here, so this force has a rise and fall.

The longer those whose names are registered in the Qimin household register live here, the more entangled their aura will be with their household register, and the stronger the induction of the altar will be.

This altar formation arose following the incantation of the master of the altar formation.

Not only the people nearby, but people from the entire Zhao State heard the shout at this moment. Even though their names were not called, they all wanted to rush to the king and felt anxious.

"Hurry over, the king is calling." This was the thought that came to everyone's mind.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the courtyard, and then a white shadow floated out of the house.

Zhao Ze narrowed his eyes. He felt the power coming into being. Although no one responded, it seemed as if someone in the dark had responded.

It’s like you shouted someone’s name into the darkness, and someone stood up from the darkness, turned around, and walked towards you. Then there is a high probability that you shouted the right person, and this is probably the person you wanted to call.

However, when Zhao Ze looked closely, he found that it was a paper man. The paper man looked very fake, as if it had just been torn out, with a name 'Zhao Rang' written on it.

Zhao Ze narrowed his eyes, and the paper figure suddenly seemed to get wet, became soft, and fell to the ground into a pool of paper mud.

Zhao Fuyun himself was also quite knowledgeable about altar techniques. Among the altar techniques, the method of calling names to summon people was particularly numerous and was the most common.

When he was in the state of Xuan Guang, he could attach a bit of Xuan Guang's magic power on the paper man to transform it into a human. The reason why many people would practice this magic was because practicing the paper man transformation could train their own magic power to feel hovering outside the body.

And when you are able to travel through mountains and rivers, you instinctively prevent your soul from being suddenly summoned away by unknown ghosts and evil spirits.

However, few people can resist the calling of the altar master in this way when facing the Shanhe Qimin altar formation.

By calling out the name, Zhao Ze confirmed that the person in the yard was indeed his evil son who had been missing for many years.

"It's indeed him." He said coldly, and then he waved his hand, and a black light fell in front of him.

The black light fell to the ground and turned into a black table. The table looked like it had existed for who knows how many years, and it was filled with the smell of smoke and fire.

This is not a magic tool, but a precious incense tool.

He waved his sleeves again, and several rays of light fell down.

He refined the treasure bag into the sleeves of his robe, and it looked very handsome when he controlled it.

The spiritual light fell on the table, in which there was an arrow order tube. Looking closely, there were four arrow orders in the arrow order tube, on which were written mysterious words: summon, detain, punish, and kill.

An ancient incense burner with mottled and painted patterns on it. If you look closely, you will find that it is a map of the mountain terrain of the State of Zhao.

A heavy-looking black gavel with the words "Jingshen" engraved on it.

There are four half-human, half-monster statues, each with clothes painted in different colors, namely white, black, red and vermilion, and each color corresponds to a command arrow.

And the household registration with the same name also fell on the table.

At this time, Zhao Ze lit a stick of yellow incense in the incense burner, and then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.

Written on this piece of paper was a person's name, birth date, and a small handprint. The handprint looked like a bloody handprint, as if it was pressed by a newborn baby.

Meng Qian next to him breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want Zhao Ze to talk to the people inside, so as to avoid any bloody drama of recognizing relatives.

Now that Zhao Ze had set up the altar, he was sure that he didn't want to talk to the people inside, let alone continue the father-son relationship. Moreover, she had never seen anyone who could hold on under the Mountain and River Qimin Altar Formation, let alone anyone who could escape.

Zhao Fuyun was standing in the room, right next to Zhao Yan. He held the lamp in his hand in the air. The dim oil lamp cast a circle of light. He stretched out his hand and drew a circle around the light of the oil lamp.

The light suddenly opened up quickly, as if the void was burned by the light, and then a hole was cut by his fingers, through which people outside could be seen.

This was another variation of the divine insight technique. After he had reached the Golden Elixir stage, many of his spells had naturally undergone a mysterious improvement.

The divine clairvoyance and the guidance of Jie Zhi allow his light to illuminate the people he senses.

Zhao Fuyun and Zhao Yan both saw the altar set up outside, with a man with a stern face and eyes as cold as ice.

Anyone could see that he was determined to kill.

"What would he do if I told him that if he wanted to kill me first, I would kill you first?" Zhao Fuyun suddenly said.

Zhao Yan was silent for a moment and then said, "Father will not compromise with anyone, because he is the ruler of a country and cannot be threatened by anyone."

"Oh." Zhao Fuyun responded meaningfully and said, "Then I'll give it a try."

So he said, "Lord Zhao, your daughter is in my hands. If you continue to build the altar, your daughter will die before me."

The people outside suddenly heard a voice coming from inside, which immediately caused some commotion.

Meng Xi's face changed next to him. This was what he was worried about. The other party finally used Yan'er as a threat.

"My daughter is also a citizen of Zhao State. She has been honored for generations. When the country is humiliated, she should share the country's worries. How can the ruler of our country let the evildoer escape just because of his own daughter?" Zhao Ze narrowed his eyes and said murderously.

"The King of Zhao is indeed cold-blooded and heartless." A voice that sounded like both mockery and sighing came from the deserted yard.

But Zhao Ze outside suddenly started reading.

"Zhao Rang, a native of Zhaocheng, Zhao State, was born in the year of Jiachen, the month of Wuchen, the day of Bingwu, and the hour of Chen. He was eccentric and absurd, disobeyed his parents, and disrespected his brothers and sisters. He left at the age of thirteen, and later returned home after practicing evil methods. He did not think of his father's grace in giving birth to him and raising him, and privately punished his elder sister and murdered his parents. Such evil deeds have angered the people of Zhao State, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate them. Today, I, Zhao Ze, am both the lord of the country and his father. I would like to ask the mountains and rivers to be my witnesses, and the people to be my examples. I would like to ask the ancestors to appear in the world and kill this evildoer to purify the world!"

Zhao Ze's words were passionate and majestic, and the whole Zhao State could hear them. At this time, when everyone was making a fire and cooking, they stopped what they were doing and listened quietly to the voice coming from the void.

As the verdict was pronounced, the entire State of Zhao fell silent in an instant, and then everyone heard a voice from the darkness.

"kill!"

"Kill! Kill kill kill..."

It was like the echo of Zhao Ze's voice being blocked by the mountains, or like the answer from the mountains after they agreed.

The word "kill" was heard in everyone's ears and hearts, coming from far away and getting closer like a wave, and finally forming a sound like a tsunami, converging towards the center.

It can be imagined that when the sound gathers in the center, no one can resist it and no one can escape. This is the Shanhe Qimintan Formation of the State of Zhao.

At the same time, amidst the passionate shouts of "kill", the people of Zhao also had the word "kill" in their hearts, and they couldn't help but shout along.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill..."

The killing tide was like a swirling wave, rolling up from the mountains and rivers, and from the hearts of the people.

From nothingness to reality.

Zhao Ze reached out and picked up the Jingshen Wood. He waited for the voices of the people and the mountains to converge on him before issuing the "kill" order.

Then, no one will be able to survive.

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