In the imperial city, millions of people spontaneously gathered and surrounded the palace.
Regardless of men, women, old or young, without anyone's guidance, they all spontaneously shouted slogans: "Da Qian will never be destroyed, long live Da Qian!"
Each one of them is very small, like an ant, and any monk can easily crush them to death.
They may be doing the hardest work in the world for a meager income.
Many of them were still wearing patched clothes, and there were even barefoot beggars.
But no matter where they go, they will always tell others: I am a Dagan person.
Daqian is their country, their identity, and even more their glory.
Even though they were poor and worked hard, in the Daqian Dynasty, they could redress their grievances and complain about their sufferings.
This is enough.
"Get out of Dagan, you are not welcome in Dagan!"
Someone yelled at the monks.
One person took the lead, and a group immediately responded.
The slogan "Get out of Daqian" resounded throughout the imperial city like a landslide and tsunami.
The faces of the people from the three major aristocratic families were extremely ugly, and Shangguan Wenhua even shouted angrily: "You unscrupulous people, are you looking for death?"
His voice was mixed with powerful infuriating energy, deafening, and to these ordinary people, it was like thunder exploding in their ears.
Countless people covered their ears with pain on their faces.
However, no one backed down.
Shangguan Wenhua was furious. Ordinary people whom he had always regarded as ants now dared to attack him. How could he bear this?
He immediately ordered the army of monks: "Kill all these ants!"
Below, hundreds of monks who had been killing people just now couldn't help but flinch when faced with millions of helpless people.
Public opinion is turbulent and public opinion is difficult to deal with.
They are powerful and have powerful power, but they also come from these ordinary people.
Maybe among these people are their parents, relatives, brothers and sisters.
"Kill them all, are you deaf?" Shangguan Wenhua shouted again with a livid face.
"Ah!! Don't force me!"
A young cultivator was on the verge of collapse, picked up his sword and yelled at an old man in front of him.
But the old man was more decisive. Before he could take action, he directly hit the sword with his chest.
puff!
The sharp sword penetrated his heart and the old man died tragically on the spot.
"Ah, it's not me, it's not me, I didn't want to kill him!" The young monk was so frightened that there were people who were not afraid of death.
"Get out of here!"
A middle-aged man shouted and rushed towards the young monk.
The monk waved his sword in fear, and in the blink of an eye another life disappeared.
"Executioner, get out of here!"
"Get out of here!"
This time, like a hornet's nest, countless people rushed towards the young monk like a tide.
Some people held his hands, some held down his legs, and some bit him on the face.
At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was a monk and that he had strong cultivation, but he just instinctively let out heart-stopping screams!
In the end, after hundreds of casualties, the monk was bitten to death. Even if his own mother came, she probably wouldn't be able to recognize him.
The people from the three major families took a breath of cold air.
Shangguan Wenhua was so angry that he trembled all over: "These madmen! The people of the Daqian Dynasty are all madmen!"
Watching this scene, King Zhenbei quietly wiped away the tears on his face and sighed: "The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?"
"Daqan, what the people want, should not be destroyed!"
Looking at this scene, Xu Hong's face was gloomy. He knew that he could not drag it out any longer, otherwise he might really have to slaughter all the people in the entire imperial city.
Xu Hong shouted coldly: "All disciples, listen to the order! If you rush into the palace, whoever dares to stop you will be shot to death!"
"Yes Yes!"
The disciples of the Xu family in the army of monks only agreed.
"Brothers, rush!"
An army of hundreds of monks charged towards the palace gate.
When the people saw this, they immediately used a human wall to block the front: "Stop them and protect the palace!"
"Kill me!" The monks turned red-eyed, temporarily forgetting their fear, and frantically slaughtered the people who were rushing toward them.
"stop!"
King Daqian who rushed to the top of the city looked at this scene, and his heart suddenly twisted.
"You even want to kill these ordinary people, do you still have humanity!" King Daqian pointed at Xu Hong and others in mid-air and shouted angrily.
Shangguan Wenhua sneered: "King Daqian, you are finally willing to show up."
He glanced at the people below who were constantly falling in a pool of blood, and said with a ferocious smile: "These untouchables are not even afraid of death for your Daqian Dynasty, then I will help them!"
King Daqian shouted angrily: "Let them stop. This is a battle between the spiritual world and the imperial power. Don't hurt innocent people."
Shangguan Wenhua laughed proudly: "Haha, do you want to save them? Then commit suicide in front of me, and I can spare these untouchables."
"You will pay the price for this!" King Daqian ignored Shangguan Wenhua and shouted to the people below: "People of Daqian, I am Emperor Daqian!"
"I have seen your bravery, and I understand your determination to live and die with the Daqian Dynasty. However, I am not dead yet, how can I let you take the first step!"
"Listen to my advice, take your children home, and wait quietly. I promise you that as long as I am still alive, I will never die!"
The guards who returned with King Daqian also shouted: "Daqian is immortal!"
The crazy crowd gradually calmed down, and the appearance of King Daqian gave them hope again.
"Da Gan, immortal!"
Someone started shouting, and then countless tragic voices sounded.
Daqian, immortal!
The crowd began to retreat, but they did not go home. Instead, they stood aside and looked at King Daqian on the top of the city with a look of death.
Shangguan Wenhua sneered sarcastically: "Immortal? Even your sacrifice has been defeated, what else do you have to fight with us?"
Suddenly, Xu Hong shouted loudly: "Be careful!"
He grabbed Shangguan Wenhua and quickly backed away.
Right where they were, a golden dragon opened its mouth and roared past.
Unfortunately, Xu Hong discovered it early, and the golden dragon only swallowed three strong men.
"What is that?" Zhao Jingyan looked at the golden dragon circling in the sky in horror.
Shangguan Wenhua was also shocked: "Dragon? Where did the dragon come from!"
"How can this kind of mythical beast that only exists in legends appear in the real world?"
Xu Hong stared closely at the golden dragon going away and said solemnly: "That's not a real dragon, it's a person."
The golden dragon circled in the air, then slowly landed on the top of the palace city, transforming into an old man in white robes.
King Daqian saluted respectfully: "Old Ancestor!"
King Zhenbei, who had never changed his expression even though the mountain was collapsing in front of him, could no longer maintain his composure at this moment, looking at the old man in white robe with a shocked expression.
"Old Ancestor! Your Majesty, who is this?"
Di Lin smiled and said: "This is my uncle Wang, who is also the patron saint of our Daqian Dynasty!"
