Chapter 209 Judgment Day
"Zhong Shan, the younger generation, please see the senior of God!" Zhong Shan shouted at the array.
Zhong Shan did not choose to break in. Although the white fog area is very large, Zhong Shan believes that as long as he stands outside, God can know that he is here.
However, there was no reply in the white fog area, and it was still quiet.
"Zhong Shan, the younger generation, please see the senior of God!" Zhong Shan shouted again.
The interior of the array is still quiet. God refuses to see Zhongshan, or God disdains to see Zhongshan.
As soon as Zhong Shan raised his eyebrows, Zhong Shan could guess the strange temper of the old man, and his identity did not enter his eyes at all, because at the beginning, even if King Xuan was in front of him, he did not dare to put on a high posture.
Zhong Shan waited for two hours, but God still didn't come out.
"Shut up, summon me 800,000 Zhong's army, dig three feet of the ground, and tear down this array for me!" Zhong Shan shouted.
"Yes!" The fire answered immediately.
"Who dares to tear down my array?" The voice of God's anger finally came from the array.
Then the white fog surged up. Obviously, Tian Lao was very angry and was annoyed by Zhong Shan for two hours, but he still didn't roll. How can you tear down your own array?
"Senior, I'm offended by the younger generation, but the senior has been ignored me, and there are hundreds of urgent things for me, so I have no choice but to make such a bad plan!" Zhong Shan said immediately.
"Hmm, the worst strategy? Come on in!" The voice of the old man came from the inside again.
As soon as the voice of the old sky fell, a passage suddenly appeared above the white fog.
Zhong Shan quickly flew into the channel with the fire and went straight into the innermost part.
It is still a vast expanse of white, full of white fog, and you can't see the fog clearly, and this fog, like in the past battlefield, can also affect people's consciousness.
The two flew in the white fog channel and quickly flew to the center. A black palace floated in mid-air.
"Tianmai Hall"
On the plaque of the palace are the three words of the Heavenly Vein Hall. According to what Tianlao said in the past, the people who cultivate feng shui are divided into heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts. That day should always be the descendants of the Heavenly Vein.
The door of the Tianmai Hall was opened, and Zhongshan and the fire stepped in. Inside, there was a huge compass on the ground of the hall, and different candles were lit in all directions.
Tian Lao leaned on crutches and looked at Zhong Shan coldly.
"Zhong Shan, meet the seniors!" Zhong Shan said immediately.
"Shut up, meet the senior!" The fire said immediately.
"Little guy, no one dares to tear down my array. You are so bold!" God said coldly.
"The younger generation didn't dare, but the emperor ordered me to thoroughly investigate the case of Princess Qianyou. I had no choice but to offend my predecessors. Zhong Shan said.
"Don't use the ancient magic power to suppress me. No one can suppress me in the Daluo Dynasty!" The old man said.
"Yes, I know that the senior was ready to accept him as a disciple in the past, but later he was killed strangely. The senior was uncomfortable. Zhong Shan came here just to ask the senior to help me find the real murderer. He was innocent and rested peacefully to calm the senior's anger!" Zhong Shan said sincerely.
"Innocre? Didn't Qianyou kill you?" God said coldly.
"I think Tianlao must also know that Qianyou is a person. She can't do the matter of girl-ssing. Besides, even if she wants to be a girl-slaid, it can't be in the place where the crowd is concentrated. Qianyou will not be so stupid. After all, Tianlao hasn't officially closed Changing the choice of his predecessors from other aspects, he is dead, and there are still thousands of you left. The senior has lost one. Do you still want to lose another Qianyou? Zhong Shan persuaded him.
"I said that no matter what the facts are, I won't accept Qianyou anymore. Even if she didn't kill me, what I said has never changed. God shook his head and said.
Looking at this stubborn old man, Zhong Shan raised his eyebrows.
"Senior, the younger generation got the gift of the golden cicada, the purple wood cotton casscorpionage. The younger generation is willing to take this as a quality in exchange for the opportunity to wash the sins of Qianyou. If Qianyou is still the murderer in the end, the purple wood cotton cassong belongs to the senior Zhong Shan said sincerely.
In this way, Zhong Shan is not because of the preciousness and strength of the purple cotton cass, but because of the old surprise of the past. After forcing the mud bodhisattva to retreat, Tian Lao asked Zhong Shan, and Zhong Shan exposed the purple wooden cotton casscorpion. At that time, Tian Lao took a deep breath and said, 'Golden Cicada? Nine magic weapons, he is really willing to give up.
Is he really willing to do it? This sentence, and the solemn tone of the old man, Zhong Shan can be sure that the old man cares about this shank. It is impossible that Tian Lao has not seen the nine-grade magic weapon. Even Zhong Shan is sure that Tian Lao has more than one nine-grade magic weapon, but why does he still care about this gut? That must have some special meaning to attract God. God wants it.
Sure enough, after Zhong Shan finished speaking, Tian Lao stared at Zhong Shan with narrow eyes, and then shook his head and said, "Qianyou is innocent and white. What does it have to do with me?"
See the old man's expression. Zhong Shan can only sigh for a while. This old man is really good at it.
"Well, no matter what the result is, how about this purple wood cotton cassall after the trial?" Zhong Shan said.
"Well," God answered gently, and then continued, "I won't lie for you!"
"Yes, the younger generation believes that Qianyou is innocent, and naturally there is no need to fake it. I just want to ask first, can the senior summon the soul? Zhong Shan asked seriously.
"The ancient magic power has asked me. No, my soul has not entered the ghost city of Yinsi, and I can't summon it!" The old man shook his head and said.
Can't? Zhong Shan frowned.
"On that day, I saw the incomparable magic of the 'derivative world' of my predecessors, which could simulate a world. I think if the predecessor simulated a soul, there should be no problem." Zhong Shan said.
"Yes, the soul will do what I think, but it's not true." The old man said.
"Yes, the younger generation only hopes that on the day of Judgment Day, the senior can derive a soul. There is no need to say anything, just look at her relatives. It's enough time for each person to look at each other. Then the senior can 'send' it into the underworld. Zhong Shan said.
"Oh?" God is a little confused.
"After the trial day, the purple wooden cotton cassmo will return to my predecessors. When I think about it, with my meager strength, I will never dare to go of my promise." Zhong Shan said.
"Oh" God showed a trace of contemptuous laughter.
Indeed, if you want to play with God, Zhong Shan's current strength is far from being supported.
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On the way back.
"Marshal, do you really want to give the purple wooden cotton cassals to the old man?" The fire was a little reluctant.
"Hehe, there are some things you don't know." Zhong Shan shook his head and smiled.
Speaking of which, although this purple kapok cassama has helped Zhongshan several times. But Zhong Shan wanted to give it away a long time ago. God is not a good person, and the golden cicada is not a good person. Send yourself a purple wooden cotton casss?
Just like the holy sword in the burning hand, Zhong Shan can be sure that his every move these days, the emperor is sure that he knows everything, and there is no need to send someone to inquire about it. The holy sword will tell him everything. Similarly, the purple wooden cotton cassall is the magic weapon of the golden cicada's previous life, so does everything about himself also be known to the golden cicada?
It's just that when he was unable to resist, Zhong Shan always pretended to be confused. Only those who can pretend to be confused can live longer.
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The one-month deadline has arrived.
In this month's publicity, Zhongshan's prestige in the ancient holy capital and the hearts of the people is also increasing rapidly. The ancient holy capital can not worship Zhongshan, can be jealous of Zhongshan, and can ignore Zhongshan, but it is absolutely not to know Zhongshan.
Who doesn't know Zhongshan, then you are a savage!
Not everyone worships Zhong Shan, but there will always be some people who can't play a decisive role in the trial. However, Zhong Shan defended Princess Qianyou and gained a lot in momentum.
This is an invisible thing. It's like two people fighting, and the force is equal. When one person's popularity is better than the other, it is likely that he will win.
At least the people talked about it and set up a gambling game, claiming to support Zhong Shan. This information was transmitted to the ears of the ministers in the court. In this way, in the hearts of the courtiers, the resolute concept that Princess Qianyou is the real culprit will be a little loose.
These are very subtle, and it seems that there is no difference at all. However, in the whole court, from the atmosphere, there is no longer a one-sided pressure on Princess Qianyou, which also reduces the pressure on Zhong Shan a lot.
On this day, countless gamblers are looking forward to the result of the court.
And above the court, the courtiers were waiting early.
Two rows of courtiers, one row on the left, are still the leader of the master's magic dragon slaughter. In the row on the right, there is still the leader of King Zhengyi, and behind him is King Xuan. The twelfth is the Marquis of Qi Tian, and the one leaning in the back is Ma chasing the sun.
On both sides of the courtiers, there are a large number of ancient clans standing at this moment, waiting for the trial to begin. This is mixed with the first counselor of King Xuan.
Everyone stood quietly, and no one spoke.
"The Holy One is here~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" is a long eunuch's voice.
In front of the Holy Kowloon Sky Chair, the space was slightly distorted, dressed in a purple dragon robe and wearing a white jade flat crown, the ancient magic power of the emperor suddenly appeared.
"Long live the emperor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
The courtiers visited the road at the same time.
Shenggu Shentong's sleeves fluttered, brought out a burst of wind, and sat down gently.
Outside the Taigu Temple, under the Taigu Mountain, Zhongshan holds the holy sword in his hand and quietly waits for the Holy Master to call. Next to Zhongshan, there are two other people standing, and these two people, Zhong Shan, also know their origin from these days.
A gorgeous royal robe, with a noble face. At the same time, it seems that a warm atmosphere comes to the face, a feeling that makes people unconsciously want to be close or even submit. The third prince of the Daluo Dynasty, Gu Taizong, the king of Taizong!
The other one, dressed in armor, has a long crown on his head that is longer than the purple gold crown of the phoenix wings of the Marquis of Qi, with a proud roar of the sky, and a tendency to submit to everything. The feeling in front of him is that if it is not death, it will not submit. Absolutely strong. Absolutely domineering! The four princes of the Daluo Dynasty, the ancient war heaven, the king of war!