Zi Qi stood on the distant city wall, staring closely at everything happening in Feiyun Pavilion, not daring to relax at all.
His hands were trembling a little at the moment, and his expression seemed to be struggling, and also seemed to be crazy and excited, changing again and again in just a short moment.
Assassinating the king, killing the king, treason and regicide are all serious crimes in any dynasty. However, although his actions are a bit risky, as long as he can succeed, it will be worth it.
At that time, he will reach the top step by step and become the king of Yin and Shang.
Thinking of this, madness completely suppressed reason, and Zi Qi felt that his blood couldn't help but boil.
It stands to reason that he is the eldest prince and should have succeeded to the throne smoothly, but because fate made a joke on him, he became a bastard and the most ignored marginal figure in the Yin and Shang Dynasties.
He could only do some chores in the rear to allocate food and fodder for his younger brother.
No matter how diligent he is, he can't compare to the status of his father in the hearts of the ministers in the court.
Zi Qi felt some inexplicable hatred in his heart. He wanted to manipulate the court to confront Zi Shou, but he failed miserably because Emperor Yi had no intention of letting him take over the Yin Shang Dynasty.
Do you blame yourself for reaching this point? No, I don’t blame him. It’s all my father’s fault, my fault is Bigan’s fault, and my fault is all my son’s fault.
Only if you die can Yin Shang have a better future.
And I just take back what I deserve.
Zi Shou's eyes were inexplicably cold, and he held a strange talisman tightly in his palm. This was his current confidence.
The old Taoist priest who came to his house not long ago was a practicing man. He had some skills and was able to drive ghosts in the imperial city, and was willing to help him ascend to the throne.
It's a pity that the damn old guy didn't dare to do it himself, for fear of some bad luck coming back, but I don't care.
If I can take over Yin Shang, I will be lucky.
Father and Uncle Wang, you can die peacefully in this accident and use your spirits in heaven to protect the prosperity of the Yin Shang Dynasty.
Zi Shou looked into the distance, waved his palm, and pointed forward fiercely.
"boom!"
Several monsters outside Feiyun Pavilion instantly stirred up the demon wind again and flew straight towards Bigan.
The huge pavilion collapsed with great force.
Accident, everything is just an accident!
Zi Qi murmured to himself, as if he had anticipated the next scene, and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.
But just when he was extremely confident, the expression on his face froze, his eyes widened, and he saw the most shocking scene in his life.
At the moment when Feiyun Pavilion collapsed, Bigan suddenly stepped into the center of the hall. Then his whole body flashed with golden light and began to expand rapidly. His rough muscles bulged high, his fists were like rocks, his waist was like thick wood, and his eyes were like lightning.
The palm the size of a millstone was gently raised towards the sky, and he actually planned to use his own brute force to replace the broken beam!
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!
Zi Qi's face changed wildly, and the aura Bigan exuded at this moment actually made him a little scared, like a god coming to the world, completely unbelievable.
When did Uncle Wang gain such strength?
While he was still at a loss, Bigan was already standing calmly in the middle, holding the pavilion with one hand, as if he was lifting a weight as lightly as he could.
As for Di Yi beside Bigan, apart from being slightly frightened, he was unharmed.
But that's not the end yet. Bigan had no intention of letting go of those ghosts who wanted to kill him. He seemingly waved his right fist lightly, but there was a sudden "boom".
A huge strong wind came in an instant, and several monsters that were charging towards him were immediately smashed into ashes.
Zi Qi stared blankly at the talisman that spontaneously ignited without wind in his hand, feeling a little cold in his heart.
This punch is simply terrifying!
What would happen if it hit yourself? I'm afraid it will burst on the spot. Zi Qi was so frightened that his legs and feet trembled involuntarily, and then he turned around and ran away. He looked as anxious as a bereaved dog, panicking and not choosing his way, as if he had lost his soul.
He didn't know why he failed today, nor why Bigan had such terrifying strength.
He didn't notice it at all.
Is it possible... is it possible that it was really cultivated in the past few days?
I'm not willing to give in, I'm really not willing to give in!
He was about to change his destiny, but he was so hit by reality. How could Uncle Wang kill him if he had such strength?
Zi Qi was helpless at this moment, and even had some despair in his eyes. He was really hit too hard.
"That's not right." He clenched his fist fiercely:
"I haven't lost yet. I'm going to find that old Taoist priest. He must still have spells to help me succeed."
Zi Qi's staggering figure fell countless times and gradually disappeared into the distance.
…
"I...am I safe?"
At this moment, Di Yi looked blankly above his head, dumbfounded.
Especially when I saw Bigan's thick and tall body, my jaw dropped.
This...isn't a dream.
Bigan suddenly bared his teeth and smiled at Emperor Yi: "Brother Wang, why are you still standing there? Leave this dangerous place quickly and ask someone to find some wooden pillars for support. I can't hold on for long..."
After all, he is a drug-addicted god of war, and his magic power will be exhausted if it is used up.
Emperor Yi, who was still in shock, finally reacted and shouted loudly to the guards who were rushing around:
"Quick, get the big wooden pillar foundation to support it!"
The imperial guards in the imperial city reacted very quickly. Dozens of people arrived at the moment Feiyun Pavilion collapsed. They had already sunk to the bottom of their hearts, thinking that Emperor Yi was in danger, but who knew when they saw Bigan like this? After the overwhelming scene, they were so surprised that they were speechless.
After being shocked, he breathed a sigh of relief and acted quickly.
Only half a quarter of an hour later, the imperial army transported the wooden pillars and stone foundations to Feiyun Pavilion, and the wooden pillars were erected. Bigan frowned immediately when he saw people running around and panting in panic.
After all, he knew how much he weighed. He could hold up Feiyun Pavilion once, but he would not be able to hold it up a second time in a short period of time. If it fell down, it would really be an accident.
It's better to hold on and let them be careful before taking advantage. Bigan felt that he was not cowardly, but safe.
Yes, it is safe.
Then he hurriedly shouted from below: "Don't panic, I will let you go after you change it carefully."
The Imperial Guards below responded one after another, and after another half-quarter of an hour, they finally replaced the broken beams and columns. Bigan then carefully withdrew his hand, waved his arm, walked out of the hall calmly, and smiled and said to Di Yi, who was looking increasingly pale.
"How is Brother Wang? Can my brother lead the army now?"
Facing Bigan, who was several feet tall, Di Yi was under great pressure at the moment. He never thought that his younger brother who was born from the same mother's womb could become so strong.
Then he remembered his doubts about his strength just now. He felt very ashamed and shouted hurriedly:
"Yes, of course."
"Brother Wang, hurry up and collect your magical powers!"
Bigan felt very happy when he heard this. He tapped his feet lightly and his body gradually began to return to normal. He was about to think of a humble opening statement, but he was about to open his mouth.
But I heard everyone in Feiyun Pavilion cheering and cheering, and countless people prostrated themselves on the ground. They all called Bigan a pillar of talent who could save the building from collapse.
Bigan was at a loss as to why he had become so famous.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a little trance in front of his eyes. King Yu's Cauldron slowly emerged, and then a subtle light fell from the sky and disappeared into the cauldron.
Above, flowers, birds, fish and insects, mountains, rivers and trees flickered again, and finally the void rumbled, and a headless man stepped out. His breasts serve as eyes, his navel opens as a mouth, and he wields a shield and ax in his hand, dancing left and right, filled with blood and resentment.
The ancient god punished the sky.
It is said on King Yu's tripod that Xingtian and the emperor came here to compete for gods, and the emperor cut off his head and buried him in Changyang Mountain. The breasts are used as eyes, the navel is used as the mouth, and the limbs are manipulated to dance. Those who obtain their essence can obtain an immortal body.
The immortal body is the immortal body, the ultimate form of body refining, with overbearing vitality. No matter how much damage is suffered, it can recover quickly.
Xingtian is the representative of this. Even if his head is cut off, he can still fight.
After Bigan woke up, he silently looked at his arm. He held it tightly and felt a strange light flowing all over his body. His whole body was surrounded by a huge vitality. After a moment, strange thoughts poured into his mind.
"Immortal body? Coupled with the laws of heaven and earth, does it mean that I am now a weakling who can only be beaten to death?"
Just... so strange...
The cheers and praises all around were still there, but Bigan's mind was already far away.
He seemed to have some enlightenment.
Is it true that a scholar who cannot carry a tripod is not a good prime minister?
