Chapter 70 Only divine weapons can fight against divine weapons

The new emperor ascended the throne.

Everyone celebrates.

Thirty-five countries in the Central Plains sent envoys to congratulate him.

Lin Yuan responded one by one without showing any signs of unfamiliarity.

Although he has just ascended the throne, over the past ten years,

Lin Yuan has always been the prince of the prison country.

The military and political affairs of a country are in his hands.

Compared with the real emperor, the only difference is his status.

half a month later.

Inside Chengtian Hall.

Lin Yuan was wearing a dragon robe and his face was deep in thought.

After officially succeeding to the throne, the real secret of the Dayan Dynasty unfolded in front of him.

Mainly about the 'magic weapon' aspect.

The divine weapon of the Great Yan Dynasty.

His real name is 'Sun Moon Gun'.

For more than 3,600 years in the Great Flame Calendar, the divine weapon "Sun-Moon Spear" was resurrected three times.

Every time, it was because of the evil soldiers that the people were in dire straits.

Then the soldiers took action, mobilized the magic soldiers, and suppressed everything.

"Evil soldiers?"

Lin Yuan touched his chin.

Able to force the magic weapon to take action

The strength of the so-called 'evil soldiers' must far exceed that of the Martial Saint.

"The Anti-God Society."

Lin Yuan thought in his mind.

According to the information possessed by the Great Yan Dynasty, the Nishenhui and the evil soldiers have always been at odds with each other.

Every time the evil soldiers cause chaos, there is the shadow of the Nishenhui behind them.

therefore

To be precise, the Dayan Dynasty was the thirty-six kingdoms of the Central Plains.

As long as they see people from the Nishen Guild, they are always killed without mercy, and they don't even need to be captured alive.

This is also the will of every divine weapon that governs the country, and no one dares to violate it.

"It seems that this Anti-God Society has a big secret."

Lin Yuan looked thoughtful.

Now his subordinates are almost locked in the position of the general helmsman of the Anti-Shen Society in the Great Yan Dynasty.

What secrets the Nishenhui has will soon be revealed in front of Lin Yuan.

above the hall.

Lin Yuan sat on the dragon chair.

The Minister of Rites walked out of the queue and said respectfully: "Since your Majesty has succeeded to the throne, you should go to the 'ancestral land of the divine soldiers' as soon as possible to worship the divine soldiers."

The thirty-six countries of the Central Plains have many similar 'traditions'.

One of them is to sacrifice the divine weapon.

Every new emperor who ascends the throne needs to go to his own ancestral land of the divine weapons as soon as possible to worship the divine weapons.

This tradition is normal.

After all, the magic weapon that protects the country is, for all countries,

They are all God-like existences.

There is basically no difference between offering sacrifices to divine weapons and offering sacrifices to heaven.

"Sacrifice the divine weapon?"

Lin Yuan looked at the Minister of Rites.

The ancestral land of the divine soldiers is not in the capital, but hundreds of miles outside the capital.

Lin Yuan has always been quite afraid of the ancestral land of Shenbing.

Even if he is sure, most of the time, the magic weapon Sun and Moon Spear is in a sleeping state.

They are also reluctant to get close to the ancestral land of the divine weapons.

Not long ago, Lin Yuan broke through to the heaven-human realm. To be sure, he left the capital and found a place far away from the ancestral land of the divine soldiers to break through.

"I haven't been feeling well lately, so I'll go to worship another day."

Lin Yuan found an excuse at random and ignored it.

The sacrificial weapons are ancestral and cannot be changed even by the emperor.

But just because it can't be changed doesn't mean it can't be delayed.

It's not that Lin Yuan won't go, it's just that he is ill and plans to go again after a while.

Who can say anything?

"Yes"

The Minister of Rites retreated helplessly.

Feeling unwell?

What the hell?

Let others just use this excuse.

Today's emperor uses this.

The Minister of Rites is also a veteran, having served in two dynasties.

Of course, we know that when Lin Yuan was born, some imperial doctors judged that his physical constitution was the best in the history of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Even if there is an element of 'exaggeration' in it, there must be some basis for it.

The Emperor never liked flattering ministers, so the conclusion drawn by the imperial physician at that time must have been based on some facts.

Under such conditions, if Lin Yuan said that he was feeling unwell, the Minister of Rites would not believe him.

But don’t believe it.

There is nothing we can do.

Continue to advise?

If a normal new emperor ascends the throne.

He, the Minister of Rites, dared to do this.

After all, when the new emperor takes power, he must listen to the opinions of his ministers during the first period of time to stabilize the situation of the court.

But Lin Yuan

All these years.

The Minister of Rites expressed his gratitude to the emperor who had been the prince for more than 20 years and finally ascended the throne smoothly.

Not to mention understanding, at least some awareness.

If he really tried to force him to remonstrate, he would play the trick of remonstrating to death.

The emperor will really help him.

Not only that, the emperor would also treat his family and the nine tribes very considerately.

Send them down together to accompany him.

"never mind."

"Just drag it, drag it."

The Minister of Rites also thought about it.

Just do it as a routine and mention it every once in a while.

He didn't believe that the emperor could delay it for another twenty or fifty years.

Wuyan City.

This is a city in the south of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Backed by hundreds of thousands of mountains, it is quite prosperous.

In a dense forest more than ten miles away from Wuyan City.

Unconsciously, more than twenty figures appeared.

Although these more than twenty figures were standing there, their energy and blood were vaguely surging, and they were all at the level of the 'Blood Training' Martial Saint.

'Blood Training' Martial Saint, this is the limit that ordinary people can achieve.

Further up, there are the major 'soldiers'.

And the 'army envoy', who is regarded as the envoy of the divine weapon, has long been inhuman.

The more than twenty blood-trained martial saints are already comparable to the thirty-six national powers of the Central Plains, and the number of dynasty martial saints with slightly weaker national power.

In addition to more than twenty martial saints, there are also a large number of powerful people from further distance.

"That dense forest should be the chief helmsman of the 'Anti-God Society'. The master has said that all the remaining members of the Anti-God Society will only be captured but not killed. Do you understand?"

The leader of the Martial Saint did not move his lips, and his words fluctuated along with the Qi and blood, and spread along the air to the ears of every Martial Saint.

"clear."

"understood."

"Catch him alive."

Many martial saints nodded without objection.

The battle ended smoothly.

Among the more than twenty 'blood refining' martial saints,

Hundreds of thousands of "Zang Refining" innate martial arts masters and "Marrow Refining" grand masters surrounded and killed him.

The main rudder of the Anti-God Society was quickly flattened.

The helmsman, Sikong Lun, had not yet had time to escape along the secret passage.

The way was blocked by three blood refining martial saints.

Then everything went dark and I didn't know anything anymore.

Wait until the helmsman Sikong Lun regains consciousness again.

Suddenly he found himself on a carriage.

All the muscles and veins in the body are blocked, and no energy or blood can be mobilized.

simply put.

He, Sikong Lun, was a useless person at this time.

The kind of loser who can kill even an ordinary person with a knife.

"Who is it?"

Sikong Lun's heart was filled with turmoil.

As the leader of the Anti-Shen Society, he is a street rat in the eyes of the Thirty-six Kingdoms of the Central Plains.

Sikong Lun knew very well that he was definitely no match for the Thirty-Six Kingdoms who had the magic weapon to conquer the country.

It is precisely because of this that Sikong Lun paid great attention to concealment when establishing the general helm of the Anti-Shen Society.

And under the main rudder, many tunnels were dug, even if there were any clues.

He can also escape quickly along the secret passage to preserve his strength.

Just now?

Sikong Lun couldn't help but feel a little scared.

More than twenty blood-trained martial saints exuded Qi and blood pressure wantonly.

Thousands of 'Zang Refining' innate martial arts masters and 'Marrow Refining' grand masters quickly took action.

Under such oppression, not even he, the chief helmsman, could escape, let alone other members of the congregation.

"Which force took action?"

"The Great Yan Dynasty, or the other thirty-five countries."

"wrong."

Sikong Lun frowned.

If he falls into the hands of the thirty-six countries of the Central Plains.

How is it possible to be alive now?

The Thirty-six Kingdoms of the Central Plains treat the remnants of the anti-god society like them.

I always kill them directly without leaving any trouble.

As for torture, asking about the traces of other remnants of the Anti-God Society is strictly prohibited within the structure of the Anti-God Society. A helmsman like him has other means within his body.

Anyone who dares to reveal important secrets will die suddenly in an instant.

Ordinary members of the congregation would not know much, and there would be no point in interrogation.

Sikong Lun thought hard and couldn't think of which force had taken action against him.

"This place should still be Wuyan City."

Sikong Lun reluctantly lifted the curtain and glanced outside.

"That's all."

"I can't decide whether to live or die."

Sikong Lun had no intention of running away.

What a joke.

Able to mobilize the mysterious power of more than twenty martial saints.

Can he escape from the carriage?

More than half an hour later.

The carriage finally stopped.

Sikong Lun was immediately shocked.

Immediately the car door was opened and a man asked him to come down.

Sikong Lun glanced at the man.

There was something familiar about it, and I recognized it quickly.

This man was one of the more than twenty blood-refining martial saints who had taken action before.

With his status as a Blood Refining Martial Saint in the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Central Plains, he is now being used as a coachman for him?

Sikong Lun took a deep breath.

I have a deeper understanding of the methods behind the scenes.

Get off the carriage.

Sikong Lun then followed the Martial Saint coachman and entered the mansion in front of him.

It is said to be a mansion, but in fact it is more like a palace.

The interior is winding and scattered, with palaces scattered everywhere.

Sikong Lun is in a palace in the deepest part.

I met the person behind the attack on his rebellion against the Gods.

This is a young man, exuding an aura of indescribable dignity.

Just sitting there made Sikong Lun a little ashamed.

"You go down first."

Lin Yuan raised his head and waved his hand, asking the coachman Wu Sheng to step aside.

"Yes, Master."

The driver, Wu Sheng, left the hall with great respect.

The owner Sikong Lun swallowed.

The dignified Blood Martial Saint recognized this young man as his master?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Sikong Lun would never believe it.

After a moment of silence, Sikong Lun calmed down and took the initiative to speak: "I wonder if your Excellency, do you have any requirements for capturing me?"

At this moment, Sikong Lun also knew in his heart that he should be of some use to the young man.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to walk in front of the other party.

"I would like to know."

"What on earth do you, the God-defying Guild, use to fight against the divine soldiers of the Thirty-Six Kingdoms?"

"What are evil soldiers?"

Lin Yuan asked.

As soon as these words came out.

Sikong Lun's expression showed astonishment.

He also thought that the other party wanted to know information about the other chief rudders of the Nishen Society.

Sikong Lun was already prepared, but whenever Lin Yuan asked about this aspect, he immediately triggered the method in his body and committed suicide.

I just didn't expect this?

"The divine weapons are so high above us, how can we, ordinary people, be able to deal with them?"

Sikong Lun paused for a while, seeming to organize his words.

"Since ancient times, only divine weapons can defeat opponents."

"This is an iron rule."