[Eight hundred and seventieth chapters three martial arts]
on the altar.
Even the projection of the god of war was defeated, and Qingya, Nian Yi, and Zhang Jiangkun did not make any fearless resistance, and were captured obediently.
Although the ceremony of sacrificing the heavens was interrupted in the middle, it did not lower the prestige of Song Yan, the Great Wu Emperor, but increased his prestige to a higher level.
After Nian Yi and others were taken away, the ceremony continued.
The ceremony of sacrificing the sky and the enthronement ceremony have already ended. Now, the third link is going on, which is to seal the queen, seal the concubine, and seal the hundred officials.
Song Yan sat high on the dragon chair, with a majestic bearing, and said loudly: “I will pass on my will to make my aunt Xie Huayu the empress of the Dawu Empire, Ningling as the concubine Ling, Jue Wuxue as the snow concubine, and Buyi, Jiang Taifeng, Duanmu Chong, and my aunt. Xie Youjie, Gao Meixiang, and Chen Yizhou are cabinet ministers, and Lei Jiuming is appointed general…!”
The concubine, the official seal is over.
Song Yan’s eyes fell on Xuanyuan Wuwu and other six people who were also on the altar: “Pass my will, starting today, the establishment of the Holy Martial Academy will join the Empire’s First Academy!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!”
Xuanyuan Wu and the other six fell to the ground in excitement.
An hour later.
Song Yan returned to the palace, he did not deal with the memorial, but came to a secret room.
As soon as his mind moved, his mind fell into the sea of consciousness.
Before the golden pillar of luck was integrated into him, his strength instantly increased to an extremely terrifying level, and he even suspected that his strength was no longer weaker than that of the Martial God.
But after all, he has never seen a Martial God or fought against a Martial God, so he is not sure what level his strength is.
But after fighting with the Martial God projection, he felt at ease.
He didn’t even use 10% of his strength to defeat the Mist Martial God’s projection. If the Mist Martial God’s projection had 10% of his body’s strength, then his cultivation was even stronger than that of the Mist Martial God.
However, this kind of power made him feel uneasy, because although the golden pillar of luck was integrated into his body, it was not a true fusion. reside in him.
Moreover, Emperor Conglongquan can only be motivated by the power of luck. He is very doubtful that if he is no longer the emperor, the power of luck will leave him. He thinks this possibility is very high.
As for why the power of luck came to him, he guessed that it should be related to his founding of the country.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but analyze, since the power of luck is closely related to the empire, then the stronger the empire’s national power, the more powerful the power of luck in my body should be. Power will also be weakened.
Of course, this is just a guess, and it remains to be verified whether the power of luck is related to national power.
Within ten days, the emperor’s defeat of Martial God’s projection quickly spread to the world. Ordinary people heard the news and felt proud of having such a powerful emperor, but the major sects heard about Song Yan’s taboo.
One of the forbidden places for the human race, Zanwang Peak.
At the same time, it is also the place where the three major martial gods sit and forget the martial gods.
“Junior Brother Huang, you have given birth to a good son, hurry up, come with me, the master wants to see you!” An old man said to Huang Shan with a smile, with a hint of envy in his eyes.
“Ah! Master wants to see me?”
Hearing this, Huangshan couldn’t help but be very surprised: “By the way, Brother Zhu, what do you mean by saying I gave birth to a good son?”
Ever since he returned to Zuowang Peak, Mount Huangshan has been cultivating hard and rarely bothers about other matters. Therefore, in just over three years, his cultivation has been promoted to the peak of the Great Grandmaster, and he is only one step away from entering the martial arts. Holy realm.
As for his wife, Liu Wushuang, she practiced very hard, and now she has reached the early stage of the great master.
“You, you only know how to cultivate, and you don’t know how to care about your son!” Brother Zhu said angrily.
“What happened to that kid? Could it be that he was in trouble?” Huang Shan couldn’t help but look worried.
“It is indeed a disaster, and it is very big!” Senior Brother Zhu said solemnly.
“Ah, Brother Zhu, what happened to that kid, can you tell me?” Huang Shan said anxiously.
“He, he defeated the projection of the Mist Martial God, and it is considered to have offended the Mist Martial God to death!” Senior Brother Zhu sighed, but there was a shocking color in the depths of his eyes.
The Martial God Projection has 10% of the strength of the Martial God, and can defeat the Martial God Projection, doesn’t it mean that his strength has surpassed the Martial Saint!
Hearing that his son actually defeated the Martial God Projection, Huang Shan didn’t believe it anyway, and shouted: “Impossible, that kid was a master three years ago. Defeat the projection of the god of war, I wish brother, are you kidding me!”
“Junior Brother Huang, to be honest, I just heard the news, and I didn’t believe it, but it is indeed a fact, okay, come with me quickly, don’t let the master wait too long!”
“Yes Yes!”
Huangshan nodded again and again, and then followed Senior Brother Zhu to a stone forest with a heavy heart.
These stone forests are in a variety of shapes, some like people, some like animals, but in the center of this stone forest sits a chubby old man with white hair and beard.
He is one of the three great warrior gods of the human race, the Zawk Martial God.
“Disciple Huangshan pays respects to the master.”
Huangshan knelt on the ground and gave a big gift.
“Get up.”
An old voice sounded directly in Huangshan’s heart.
“Thank you, Master!” Huang Shan said gratefully.
“The old man called you this time, because there is a task for you to do!” The voice of Zhanwang Martial God continued to ring in his heart.
“Please ask the master to order.”
“Your son Huang Liang has now ruled the world of the human race and formed an empire, but this is against heaven. I hope you can persuade him to dissolve the empire!”
“what!”
Hearing this news, Huang Shan couldn’t help but be surprised, and at the same time recalled his son’s ideals, unifying the human race, and leading the human race to defeat the demons.
Unexpectedly, in just a few short years, he has unified the human race. At the beginning, it seemed that he had scolded him for being unrealistic.
“If he is willing to dissolve the empire, the old man can accept him as a disciple!” The voice of Zhanwang Wushen continued to sound.
“Master, the disciple has a question that shouldn’t be asked. Is there any reason why the master wants Xiaoer to dissolve the empire?” Huangshan is not a fool, but he doesn’t believe that forming an empire is against the law of heaven.
“You don’t need to know the reason, you go!” Zanwang Wushen began to chase people away.
“Pfft!”
Huangshan fell to his knees again, his expression horrified: “Master, please forgive the disciple’s boldness and cannot accept this order, because the disciple has heard Xiao’er talk about his wishes, the purpose of his unification of the human race is not to pursue rights, but I want to lead the human race to defeat the demons and demons!”
Zanwang Martial God sneered: “Arrogant, how can the two demons be so easy to destroy! Don’t say destroy them, it is a fluke that our human race can survive in this world, do you know that the reason why the two demons did not use all their strength? Attacking the human race is because they know that our human race is a mess of sand. Now, your son has formed an empire and integrated the power of the human race, which seems to enhance the strength of the human race. In fact, this is the way to kill the human race. the road!”
Hearing the explanation of Zowang Wushen, Huangshan’s face suddenly became extremely pale, tangled for a long time, and finally kowtowed three heads towards Zowang Wushen’s body: “Disciple take orders!”
When Huangshan left, two figures appeared in the stone forest.
One is a middle-aged man in a green robe. If Song Yan was here, he would definitely recognize that this is the misty god of war. The vicissitudes of life, she is one of the three martial gods, Tongtian Wushen.
