Chapter 682 Order Heaven

"Are you curious? Why do I ask you this?"

The prince's tone turned around and asked Mr. Lei with a smile.

"Your Highness, Holy." Lei Gong finally found a chance to flatter and raised his voice.

The electric mother's eyes were still sharp and thin, gently pulling Lei Gong, showing a slight uneasy look.

"The two are the righteous gods of the thunder department of my heavenly court. They were carefully selected from thousands of thunder path practitioners thousands of years ago. Since the day you took office, they have been engraved into the laws of the gods of the ancient thunder department, and swore with the yuan gods to follow the rules of heaven forever."

Looking at Mr. Thunder and the mother, the prince said slowly.

At this time, Lei Gong had noticed something wrong. He quietly looked at the electric mother beside him and saw that the electric mother's plump and snow-white cheeks were full of large purple sweat beads, and her face was pale.

"The two Leibu Divisions are righteous gods. I can't remember clearly. What is the first article of the Leibu Tiant Law Order?" Under the mask, the smile on his lips spread, and the prince asked slowly.

"Yes... Yes..." Lei Gong knew that the big thing was not good. Like the electric mother, he was sweating and sweating. For a long time, he gritted his teeth and staggered and said, "The law of Leibu is the first. Except for the twenty-fourth hour of the four seasons, only after the lower world sacrifices the decree of Lei Daoism can he release the thunder after judgment. But Your Highness..."

Before Lei Gong finished speaking, he was interrupted by the prince with a sneer: "But in the past tens of millions of years, no god of thunder has been executed according to the heavenly rule, right?"

"That's why the heavenly court will be rotten day after year, gathering the power of the faith of trillions of creatures in the aura of heaven and earth, but it is a group of corpse vegetarian meals and waste like you. No wonder the heavenly court lost the battle 30 years ago. No wonder it will be bullied by the monks of the lower world! With you gods, how can the heavenly court be invincible!"

"Papa!"

As soon as the prince's voice fell, Lei Gong and Dianmu fell to the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Your Highness forgives you, Your Highness forgives..."

Taking a deep breath, the prince turned around and seemed to calm the anger in his chest.

"I'm angry. In fact, I don't blame you." For a long time, the prince said in a low voice.

Hearing the words, Lei Gong and her mother looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

The prince's personality eccentricity and moody thunder and electric mother have long heard of it, but it is the first time to verify it in person. In fact, the heavenly court was a little unprepared by the sudden rise of the prince. The heavenly court is ruled by five heavenly emperors. There are ranks, high and low, strong and weak among the heavenly emperors. They often practice in isolation, but they always leave one or two heavenly emperors to preside over the affairs of heaven and earth. But somehow, the last emperor of heaven that year suddenly decided to retreat and announced that he would choose a prince from the descendants of the five emperors to monitor the heaven and earth on behalf of the heavenly court. Whenever it comes to the struggle for power and profit, there will always be a lot of trouble between heaven and earth, and the gods in the heavenly court have become accustomed to it. However, this time it is not. Almost only one night, hundreds of descendants of the heavenly emperors stopped and walked to the end of the 365th side hall, and bowed to the inconspicuous palace. It was not until that day that the gods of heaven found that after the thirty-six palaces and seventy-two main halls, it was not the 365 partial hall, but the three hundred and sixty-six halls. The extra hall was actually the legendary palace of resentment, which made the owner of the palace wear a more mysterious color.

After that day, the prince succeeded to the throne, sat in the heavenly court, and ruled the world.

As for the prince's surname and what his real name is, no one in the heavenly court knows, and no one has even seen the true face under the prince's silver gray mask. The gods only know that the prince used to be the son of the third-ranked emperor. He was not famous and mediocre.

Lei Gong and the electric mother didn't know why they suddenly remembered so much. When they were shocked, they couldn't help raising their heads and looking at the prince.

I saw a sneer floating at the corners of the prince's mouth, and his smile was playful and sarcastic.

"It's really not your fault, and you shouldn't bear all this." As the prince said, he walked to the thunder and her mother.

There was a strong uneasiness in Lei Gong and the electric mother. Lei Gong swallowed his saliva. Just as he wanted to say something, he heard the prince suddenly laugh and said, "It's a pity that if I want to turn the tide, I must use the heavenly order. If I want to regain the heavenly order, I must reform, and if I want to reform, someone must bleed and sacrifice. So, I have to borrow two people's heads!"

"Your Highness, spare my life!"

"Your Highness, don't..."

Lei Gong and Dian's mother were so scared that their souls were scattered. At the time of life and death, they didn't care about whether they were noble or inferior, so they got up and flew out of the palace.

"Bang!"

The gate of the Palace of Hate closed heavily. After two unfinished screams, two heads flew out of the window, flew through the 365th Partial Hall, the 72nd Main Hall and the 36th Palace, and went straight to the South Tianmen.

"I passed on the prince's order to gather all the gods and come to leave the palace to paint before dark. If there is anyone who is late, it will be like thunder and lightning."

The prince's voice came from afar, echoing above and below the Nantianmen. The generals guarding the Nantianmen looked at the high-hanging head in shock and were stunned. The god general who had previously reminded Lei and Dianmu was so scared that he trembled and couldn't speak for a long time.

This is the first pair of gods who died in the Heavenly Palace in the past 30 years, and also the first pair of righteous gods killed by the heavenly rulers since the five emperors ruled the world.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the heavenly court was solemn, and everyone was in danger. The huge heavenly palace was quiet and silent. Everyone knows that something big will happen in the future, but no one knows whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

"It's finally quiet."

In the palace of hatred, the prince stretched out and raised the corners of his mouth.

Like An Bochen, he also likes to be quiet but not, but unlike An Bochen, he likes the silence of all sentient beings crawling under his majesty, or dead silence.

"With so many years of preparation, we can finally start." When he got up, the prince walked to the window: "Rebuilding the order of heaven, this is an extremely huge project, but once it is completed, no one in heaven and earth will be able to order to control me, including you... Dear Master.

"Whey!"

The prince suddenly opened the window curtain, revealing the stars hidden under the curtain. It was a sky, full of stars, vast, far away but dark.

Just as the prince killed Lei Gong and the electric mother, and threw his head high to hang the southern gate, An Bochen, who was sitting on the big bluestone of Sanxian Peak, shook his body and looked up and opened his eyes.

"Oh."

Reaching out his hand, An Bochen catches the thunder falling from the sky.

This is a very subtle thunder fluid, which is so subtle that only those who are proficient in thunder like An Bochen can find it. There is a little salty smell in the thunder fluid, like tears and blood drops.

"Is there a change in the thunder channel?"

An Bochen muttered to himself. He stroked the two thunder fluid, and the purple flower in his right eye covered the thunder fluid. He quietly realized it.

Thunder and electric mother... At the end of the three hundred and sixty-five side halls... The prince in the palace... The so-called ancient order... The scene when the thunderbolt was killed echoed in An Bochen's mind, from blur to clear, then from clear to blur, and finally dissipated, including the two drops of thunder.

Opening his eyes, An Bochen's expression was complicated.