"...If you hit them, you can't hit me anymore."
Zhao Wujiang chuckled. It sounded like he was submissive and begging for mercy, but anyone could hear it. There was a joking tone in his words and a smile on his face.
Ji Tang, who had a terrifying aura, was slightly startled. Seeing the indifferent aura of his fourth son, Ji Bochang, he shook his head. As expected, he did not launch an attack, but also laughed.
Ji Tang's smile was extremely complicated, ranging from resentment to helplessness to sadness:
"Chang'er, you are as conceited as I am!
You feel in your heart that the Imperial Master will definitely stop such a big thing, and you won't be in danger of your lives at all, right? "
Zhao Wujiang did not answer, neither denying nor admitting. He had been thinking about the underlying reason for Ji Tang's behavior.
Long-term vision may be one of Ji Tang's goals, but it is definitely not the only one.
Now Ji Tang's words and deeds, which are full of complex contradictions, must be hiding something.
"The prince thought so too." Ji Tang's immortal body like Haoyang has been blessed by him. Even if he just stood quietly and did not launch unnecessary attacks, the tyrannical pressure emanating from his body swept the entire hall.
"All the ministers said privately that the two princes who are most like me, one is the prince, and the other is you!" Ji Tang gently raised his right hand, and all the princes who had passed out and were lying around were suspended in mid-air. , the devouring power of Yang swallowing Yin gradually erupted from his hand:
"The prince has inherited my dark and sinister nature, and you, Chang'er, have inherited my domineering and rebellious nature."
The devouring aura in the hall stirred up, and some dark golden air flow surged out from the many princes who had passed out, and rushed towards Ji Tang.
Zhao Wujiang also felt the devouring power.
It's just that this devouring power is different from the devouring power of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique he practiced.
This is yang swallowing yin, a superior suppression under the same origin.
The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique is a domineering plunder.
"Why did your majesty rebel?" Zhao Wujiang leaned against the copper pillar, and the dark golden air around him was slowly swallowed by Ji Tang. He did not resist, and there was a kind of indifference on his face as "facing death":
"Whether it is according to the laws of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty or the rules set by the ancestors of the Ji family, your Majesty's current act of trying to kill the princes is an act of rebellion."
"Rebellion? Hahahahahahahaha..." Ji Tang laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, but soon, his eyes became more sinister:
"This is my great week!
This is my Ji family!
If the ancestors of the Ji family really had spirits in heaven, this thing would not have happened!
Is there a spirit?
No!
Worshiping ancestors, worshiping heaven, and worshiping gods are not as good as worshiping yourself!
My own destiny should be determined by myself!
What's more, I am the True Dragon Emperor, the supreme person of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If I want you to die, you will die!
This is the king who wants his subjects to die, and the father who wants his sons to die!
You can't resist, you can only be killed! "
"Haha..." Zhao Wujiang felt that the immortal body he had cultivated seemed to be shattering, but his life force and soul were not lost. After all, he was not the real Ji Bochang.
He continued sarcastically:
"Jitang, can you decide your own destiny?
Then the princes can't decide their own fate? "
"I am different from you, I am..."
"It's indeed different. You are more shameless and selfish." Zhao Wujiang directly interrupted what Ji Tang was about to say.
"Shut up!" Ji Tang seemed to have been stabbed in a painful spot, his five fingers turned into claws, and he grabbed Zhao Wujiang with one claw.
Zhao Wujiang didn't even hide, and just watched the attack quietly.
When the attack was about to reach his face, there was still 0.001 centimeters left. If he was frozen in the air, it would be difficult to make even half an inch further.
A lazy and helpless sigh sounded in the ancestral hall:
"What a sin, you are carrying the baby behind! (Unlucky child)"
Immediately afterwards, Emperor Master Zhang Xukun appeared next to Zhao Wujiang, with the incense burner crown on his head burning with curls of green smoke. It seemed that Ji Tang's actions made him fume.
"Zhang Xukun?" Ji Tang's eyebrows trembled and he shouted angrily:
"This is the ancestral home of the Ji family. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Zhang Xukun, you have broken ten thousand years of rules!"
