"Believe in science!"
Lightning was approaching, and this sentence popped into Zhao Mengqi's mind.
The electric light was less than seven feet away from the sword's edge, but it suddenly split and turned into countless strange-shaped silver snakes. They jumped and twisted, jumped around, wrapped around the four iron spears, crackled and shone with silver light, intertwined into A mesh cage covers the entire top of the platform.
A fine soreness and numbness, with a slight sting, traveled through Zhao Mengqi's skin, causing goosebumps all over his body and making cold hairs stand on end.
The ribbon tying the ponytail suddenly came loose, and the black hair spread out and exploded, turning into a giant spherical crown, showing its majesty and formidability.
Under the illumination of the electric light, the golden armor on his body became more brilliant, the rain-soaked cloak was as blazing as flames, and the heavy sword held high in his hand seemed to become a lightsaber, dazzling and breathtaking.
This gesture, like a god descending to earth, shocked everyone present and carved an image that will never be erased in their hearts.
At this moment, many incredible things are lingering in people's minds, rolling, washing, and exploding!
King Yan split the lightning! ?
King Yan is bound by the power grid?
Is King Yan still fighting against God?
King Yan, is he not a human?
Is King Yan going through a tribulation?
King Yan...
Immediately, continuous thunder exploded in the sky, like the roar of God, with anger mixed with unwillingness.
The entire sky was trembling, and the lightning became more and more dense, covering all the clouds, and then struck the earth wantonly, making everyone surrounded by the power of God.
In the center of the encirclement, waves of thunderbolts came one after another, striking from all directions and hitting the top of the altar.
The dazzling light shines again and again, and the cage composed of the electric grid becomes denser and thicker, and it seems that it will not give up until the people in the cage are annihilated!
But Zhao Mengqi, who was in the center of the cage, still maintained his posture of stabbing the sky, without moving or blinking an eyelid. .
It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he was completely paralyzed and couldn't move at all.
Of course, it is very likely that even if he could move, he would not dare to move.
The surroundings were filled with violent and fierce electric light, the energy contained in it had a devastating momentum, like densely packed tentacles, struggling to reach out to Zhao Mengqi.
There was always a small distance, and the electric current was still unable to touch Zhao Mengqi's body. He was pulled back by the iron gun, and then rushed into the earth along the iron chain connected to the root of the iron gun.
Zhao Mengqi only felt that it was extremely dangerous, as if he would hit the power grid if he moved even slightly.
But in the eyes of others, it is that King Yan has been wrapped up in the power grid, and the silver light and golden light complement each other, bright and terrifying!
This unprecedented spectacle took the breath away of thousands of people. Under the mighty power of heaven, mortals could only deeply feel their own insignificance and weakness.
The violent thunder that filled the sky lasted for about a stick of incense before gradually extinguishing, and the world suddenly became quiet.
People also began to wake up and let out a long breath, but their eyes were still locked on the statue-like King Yan.
After waiting for a long time, but still no movement was seen from King Yan, some people couldn't bear it any longer.
"Prince Yan, are you dead?"
"Perhaps, he has become an immortal..."
"Huh...that's fine, the world is not suitable for him to stay."
"Such a way of death is really shocking."
"King Yan...it's worth it. It will definitely be remembered in the history books."
Tears flashed in Wu Qian's eyes, and his heart felt lost and full of regret, not only for the King of Yan, but also for the Song Dynasty. During these days of getting along with him, although he was somewhat dissatisfied with some of King Yan's character and style, he also realized that the current situation The Song Dynasty needed to make changes, and King Yan was undoubtedly the best candidate.
The minds of the officials and generals were much more complicated. Everyone had different needs and ideas. The presence of King Yan had different influences and meanings on them.
What the people think is relatively simple. Most people think
Because King Yan always cares about the people, he should be a good official in the future, and he shouldn't just die like this.
The three soldiers also became hesitant. The hope they had just seen to improve their situation was suddenly dashed, and they felt their chests were congested.
"No, he won't die, definitely not!"
Wanwan clenched her fists tightly, dug her nails into her palms, and bit her lip, blood seeping between her teeth. She used this method to prevent herself from fainting.
She looked dreamily at the top of the altar, her vision had long been blurred, but the figure was still as clear as if she was right in front of her.
Qian Duo was still sitting on the dirt, his eyes were dead and he was muttering, "Asshole... you are such a big bastard..."
"Oh... my fourth brother is gone! My fourth brother is gone..." Zhao Yu and Zhao Feng both cried miserably at the same time, heartbreakingly.
At this moment, Zhao Mengqi suddenly moved.
First, the hand holding the sword fell slowly, mechanically and stiffly, then his legs went weak, and he stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately, he pushed the sword to the floor in time and kept himself from falling in a half-kneeling position.
It had only lasted seven or eight minutes, but Zhao Mengqi felt that tens of thousands of years had passed, and all his energy had been exhausted.
He gasped for breath rapidly, his body was shaking violently, and he was sweating heavily. The joy of surviving the disaster filled his heart.
"It's so exciting!"
It almost turned into a roast pig. How could this not be exciting?
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked again and rubbed their eyes, thinking that they were hallucinating.
"He...he, he's still alive!?"
"How is this possible? How is it possible? So many thunders can't do anything to him?"
"Dear me, he must be God's biological son..."
"My biological son? Then why did God strike him with lightning?"
"That's not surprising. Haven't you ever beaten your son?"
"Well...what you said seems to make sense."
"Don't talk about that. Even God can't stop King Yan now. Does that mean he can do whatever he wants in the future?"
"Huh? This...is really scary!"
"Hey, the wind is blowing..."
"Are you f*cking scared? When did the wind stop?"
"No, that's not what I mean. What I'm saying is that the wind direction has changed and it's blowing from the west. It seems like the rain has become lighter..."
People were startled by this reminder. Upon closer inspection, they found that the weather had indeed begun to change.
The wind was still blowing and still strong, but it was no longer wild and violent, it had become much mellower, and the direction of the wind was also heading eastward.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be gradually drifting, rising and loosening with the wind.
Everyone just looked up in silence, looking at this incredible sight.
After nearly a cup of tea, the raindrops turned into raindrops, and the raindrops turned into raindrops. The thick clouds quietly opened many gaps, and golden light pillars were projected down.
One of them happened to shine on the altar.
During this period of time, Zhao Mengqi also slowly recovered. The sunlight illuminated his eyes, and he subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky.
At this sight, he was also shocked.
"This is unscientific, and it's too fantasy. How can the storm stop so easily?"
Although he had guessed that the hurricane would turn around, the timing was too coincidental.
After much thought, I deeply suspected that I had cheated, or maybe I had used Yang Shou in exchange for it.
Feeling that he had gained strength, he slowly stood up and looked around under the stage. Something was wrong. Everyone seemed to be petrified.
He raised his sword and pointed toward the east, "The hurricane has retreated!"
This time, he caught it again. Although he looked a little embarrassed with his hair disheveled, his golden armor reflecting the sunlight against the backdrop of the fiery red cloak was really dazzling.
As the loud voice spread, tens of thousands of people present woke up and began to realize the significance of the change in the situation. Their joy was suppressed.
kept popping into my mind.
People began to jump for joy, cheer, high-five each other, and sincerely congratulate the disaster on its end.
I don't know who took the lead. The soldiers of the three armies knelt down one knee at Zhao Mengqi and shouted "Long Live the Mountain". Then many people actually knelt down and saluted. Regardless of the mud on the ground, they shouted "Long Live the Mountain" and kowtowed.
"Long live King Yan! Long live, long live!..."
In such an atmosphere, dozens of officials also bowed deeply, generals knelt down and performed military salutes, and some of them couldn't help but shout long live.
Officials are basically scholars. Most of them are disciples of Confucius and Sheng. They are not interested in the theory of ghosts and gods. However, they can't find a reasonable explanation for everything that happened today. They can only classify it as "miraculous" and thus blame Zhao Mengqi. Becoming more and more awed.
Seeing people shouting long live again, Zhao Mengqi didn't feel intoxicated this time. After all, he survived the disaster and his soul was somewhat "sublimated"...
He sheathed his sword and waved his hands repeatedly to make everyone stop shouting, but it was of no use. How could the collective excitement be easily interrupted.
In the Zhenze Tower, a group of wealthy gentry men had dull expressions on their faces. Perhaps they had been "shocked" too many times today, which had already numbed them.
There was no longer any disdain in their eyes when they looked at King Yan, instead they were filled with solemnity and fear.
"After today, who else can defeat King Yan?"
"Hey... After this incident, even if he has not yet sat on the throne, he has already ascended to the altar."
"The momentum is irresistible, and the momentum is irresistible."
"We act according to nature and people. It is rare for His Highness King Yan to stop in Wujiang. Isn't such a great opportunity the right time for us to show our enthusiasm?"
"Hey, I remember, Lao Luo, you just said that His Highness Prince Yan was cruel."
"You fart! Don't accuse someone of innocence out of thin air. Luo has always been loyal to His Highness!"
"I heard that His Royal Highness, King Yan, did not bring anyone to serve him on this trip, so his daily life may be a little inconvenient. I just sent my granddaughter to make a bed for His Highness."
"Mother Xipi, I didn't expect you, Zhou Shanfu, to be such a shameless person. You actually tried to flatter His Highness with your female sex. Bah, it's really a shame for us!"
"Haha, it sounds grand, but it's just because your family doesn't have a suitable girl, right!?"
"Hmph, I am not afraid of using such low means. My Liang Garden has just been renovated and can be dedicated to His Highness for his residence!"
