"Ancestors..."
Bigan Lao burst into tears and crouched tremblingly in front of Zique. He had thousands of words in his heart but didn't know how to express them.
The whole place was silent. All the courtiers knelt down respectfully and lowered their heads.
Zique was silent, stepped forward with a gun, and came step by step in front of Baiyao and Di Xin.
He looked at Baiyao, his bloodline, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Baiyao's eyes.
Zique looked away, the spear in his hand disappeared, he cupped his fists towards Di Xin, bowed slightly and said:
"See you, Your Majesty."
Di Xin finally couldn't hold it any longer, his face turned red, and he stood up in three steps. The unprecedented excitement made his hands tremble a little. He picked up the bird and didn't know what to say for a while.
"First... ancestors don't need to be polite."
He was breathing heavily, his heart was pounding, and he stared at the young man in front of him.
What a sparrow...
Even though he had been mentally prepared, when the God of War, whose military exploits had been compiled into books, appeared in his eyes, Di Xin suspected that he was dreaming.
He glanced at a certain corner, and a court painter with cultivation level nodded to him, and then he let go of Zique.
Zique came to Baiyao again, bowed and said:
"See... Grand Blessing."
"Senior General, please arise." Baiyao nodded slightly, then looked at the ministers and said:
"As Grand Master Wen Zhong ordered 300,000 troops to go to Yanzhou to confront the rebels, Wucheng King Huang Feihu ordered 200,000 troops to go south to Sanshanguan to join Deng Jiugong and attack the barbarians."
After that, he and Ziqiao disappeared together.
…
After a while, they appeared in the Star Reaching Tower.
Zique stared at Baiyao for a long time and said softly:
"I actually died fighting for lies."
Baiyao was not annoyed after hearing this, but smiled and asked:
"Lies? Lies can make you appear here?"
Hearing this, Ziqiao seemed confused in his eyes.
During his lifetime, he racked his brains and made military exploits, just to silence the royal family, prevent civil strife, and protect the empire until the new Da Zhu was born.
After his death, his soul was sent to the temple by the new Da Zhu. Only then did he discover that the so-called heaven did not exist at all, and his ancestors were sent to the temple one by one by Da Zhu.
But he did get a long-term peace, and some kind of power allowed him to sleep without any worries until now.
Can……
When Ziqiao was awakened by the spirit of national destiny just now, he saw the four gods.
The four islands representing different authorities are the four gods of sun, moon, river and wind.
This proves that gods really exist.
Zique's melancholy eyes lowered slightly and said:
"I am formed by the destiny of the country, and the real great blessings control the destiny of the country. You even made the four gods appear."
He paused, looked at Baiyao, and said hesitantly:
"Who are you? Da Zhu? Or...the Emperor of Heaven."
Zique felt something similar to the Four Gods' aura from Baiyao, and occasionally the aura would become more transcendent than the Four Gods.
Who else can surpass the sun, moon and river wind?
Moreover, when the spirit of national destiny awakened him, it really meant that the Emperor of Heaven had asked him to descend to earth to fight against the rebels.
Baiyao smiled noncommittally and said softly:
"It doesn't matter what it is. Dashang really encountered a crisis, so he let his ancestors come down to earth."
"Just call me Que Hou, Da Zhu." Even if he has blood sense, Zique will not regard Baiyao as his descendant, because even if he has forcibly shouldered the fate of the country and been reborn, he has no idea what Da Zhu is. Such existence.
What if it’s really the Emperor of Heaven?
"That's what the king called me."
he said.
The great king in Zique's mouth is naturally Wu Ding, the former king who was sealed by the law of heaven and whose strength was comparable to that of Da Luo.
At this time, Kong Xuan suddenly appeared in the room.
Zique's eyes were cold, and he immediately turned into a spear and stabbed Kong Xuan!
Kong Xuan smiled and touched the tip of the spear with one finger, and praised:
"He doesn't have any cultivation at all, and his physical strength alone is comparable to that of a top golden immortal."
He smiled at Baiyao and asked:
"Summoning such characters out of thin air is a secret method of humanity?"
Baiyao nodded and introduced:
"Brother Kong, this is my Dashang's God of War, Zique."
"Marquis Que, he is a foreigner who came to help Dashang survive the disaster, not an enemy."
When Ziqiao heard this, he put away his spear with a calm expression, as if the difference in strength between the two didn't matter to him at all.
"Sorry, I thought it was an assassin."
It really doesn't matter, even if he dies, Baiyao can use the National Fortune to resurrect him.
How could Kong Xuan be angry? He couldn't take his eyes away from Zique, he clicked his tongue and said in wonder:
"It's really novel. It's also very different from the physical power of the Witch Clan."
"I thought Da Zhu's talk about the heaven was just bluffing. Is there really a god in Da Shang?"
Baiyao reminded:
"Brother Kong, don't forget, you are also the god of Dashang now."
Kong Xuan was stunned for a moment and said awkwardly:
"Yes, yes, I am a god too."
"Now that we all know each other, we'd better go south to intercept the barbarians first, and don't let them escape."
Baiyao said to the two of them.
Zique frowned slightly and asked:
"Can today's great merchants actually allow barbarians to invade?"
He remembered that when he was alive, as soon as the banner of Dashan was raised, the barbarians from all directions fled in fear.
It is really puzzling that the barbarians can invade the south.
Baiyao explained:
"Times have changed, Marquis Que, otherwise I wouldn't disturb your sleep. I'll explain it on the way."
The five-color divine light enveloped the three of them and disappeared into the air in an instant.
…
After a while, the three people appeared at a destroyed pass.
"Hmph! You want to destroy my great merchant? You are just talking nonsense!"
After learning that Dashang was targeted by top forces outside the country, Zique's eyebrows were filled with evil spirits.
Kong Xuan stared into the distance and asked Baiyao:
"Gongming hasn't come back yet?"
Baiyao said:
"He's back to Biyou Palace. I asked him to report to the saint that the Jie Jiao disciples can be allowed to descend to earth."
He said to Zique again:
"Marquis Que, when the barbarians come, it will be up to you."
Baiyao wanted to see Ziqiao's role on the battlefield.
Zique is the incarnation of national destiny. Killing people does not give rise to inner demons like practitioners.
Without cultivation, he is completely within the realm of humanity. He is just a mortal who is a little bit stronger.
As for generating karma…
Baiyao always kept in mind what Nuwa said about karma coming back.
But the barbarians must not let go.
He asked the system about this matter, and the system's answer was:
[As long as the national fortune is sufficient, there is no need to worry]
Baiyao looked at Zique:
"We must not let them go back to the wilderness, otherwise they will be in serious trouble in the future."
A black line appeared in the distance, Ziqiao's face was expressionless, but the bronze evil dragon on the spear was spewing evil energy.
Before taking action, he asked:
"Would you like to keep some as a sacrifice?"
Baiyao shook his head and said:
"No need."
Ziqiao stepped forward, bent his knees slightly, and stood up from the ground with a "bang".
Baiyao and Kong Xuan flew into the sky, only to see that the pass that was there just now was completely shattered by the power of Ziqiao's body, and a bottomless hole appeared on the ground.
In the distance, the front army of the barbarians leaped into the sky.
"boom--"
Like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking, his spear just swept in a circle, and thousands of barbarian soldiers died under the sharp air waves.
The next moment, a mysterious magic circle appeared in the sky, and the witchcraft incantation lit up on the formation, turning into an illusory long knife and killing Ziqiao.
Ziqiao's long hair was flying, and she rose up from the ground again, shattering the long knife with one shot.
He glanced around in the air and locked onto the caster - an old man.
"You are the current great fortune teller of the barbarian tribe?"
Ziqiao's voice echoed on the battlefield.
The next moment, he was like an unstoppable meat grinder, killing Yi Yun.
Rivers of blood flowed from the barbarians, and broken limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere.
But there was no fear of death on Yiyun's face, and instead he smiled.
"Ziyao, you're late."
