Chapter 1672: Protection of Miao Miao Zhantian?

Just now, some City Patrol troops knelt honestly on the ground, holding their heads with both hands, to avoid being attacked by the stone carving beasts. They knelt, but their hearts were still drumming, not knowing what kind of punishment they would receive after the war.

Originally, they had also mistakenly believed Bai Tan's slogan of rescuing the sovereign, so they followed him to attack the palace city.

Now that King Yao had personally identified Bai Tan and Qing Yang as rebels and promised to let bygones be bygones, and the King's army was numerous, many people's minds became active, and they grabbed their weapons and turned against them.

Qing Yang was fine, blocked in the courtyard by Zhao Song and others; only Bai Tan had to face these City Patrol troops who had turned against them.

His elite subordinates were already struggling to deal with the stone carving beasts and Tu Han's army, and now with hundreds more opponents, the situation immediately reversed. If he hadn't released a few battle puppets to reduce the pressure, Bai Tan and his subordinates would have almost been separated from the Frost Immortal Hall.

King Yao glared at him coldly, already thinking about what kind of torture to use after capturing this rebel to vent his hatred—dismemberment or skinning and gouging eyes? Just then, You Rongzhi suddenly leaned over and said urgently: "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince's condition has worsened!"

He should have taken the Fourth Prince to the temple for medical treatment, but the Frost Immortal Hall was blocked tightly, and he couldn't get out.

King Yao was shocked and turned back to look.

During the battle between the two sides, Prince Rui's condition further worsened; his legs were like wooden carvings, and his abdomen also began to harden into wood.

If his internal organs stopped working, he would have died long before he became completely wooden.

Now Prince Rui's face was swollen, which was a sign of kidney damage. If the Wood-Transformation Art continued to spread, he wouldn't live for two more hours.

King Yao's heart felt like it was being pricked by needles; if he didn't send him for medical treatment quickly, he would watch his son die.

As soon as he turned his head, he met Qing Yang's mocking gaze.

Seeing her leisurely appearance, King Yao knew that this battle would not end easily. The former Great National Master of Bei Jia was not so easy to deal with. Could it be, could it be that his two most promising sons were both going to die in the hands of this old woman? Fury and hot blood surged to his forehead, and King Yao even felt a bit dizzy. But he took a deep breath to steady his mind and said solemnly: "We must end this quickly."

Only by ending this rebellion as soon as possible would his son have a chance to be saved!

King Yao made up his mind, cut his palm, and then pressed hard on the copper ball.

Blood flowed continuously, flowing along the patterns all over the copper ball.

Afterward, the light emitted by the copper ball turned from white to red, becoming bright and vivid.

King Yao pried it hard, like peeling a walnut, and actually pried the copper ball open, taking out a white bead from inside.

The surface of this bead was uneven, and it even had patterns somewhat like walnut kernels.

If one looked closely, one would also find it beating slightly, contracting and expanding rhythmically.

Qing Yang saw this in the courtyard, her gaze fixed: "That is... an inner core? Sure enough, his strongest reliance is a great demon!"

King Yao muttered something, then grabbed the white bead and squeezed it hard! Only a few breaths later, a "ka-cha" sound suddenly came from the Cold Spring Lake in the Jade Spring Palace.

The solid ice cracked.

The wind blowing through the treetops suddenly went quiet.

The white mist drifting out from the Jade Spring Palace seemed to become liquid, flowing only near the ground, having already turned the entire Frost Immortal Hall into a sea of mist, with everyone immersed in the sea of mist below their waists and chests.

This scene was like a fairyland, and the majestic Yao Palace turned into a sea city of mist in an instant. It was a pity that everyone was fighting to the death here, ruining the scenery. However, the dead on the ground were also covered by the mist, and before long, frost formed on their bodies.

Bai Tan's elite on the left and right had just knocked down a pillar-stabilizing beast and dug out the core from its soles, crushing it with one hand.

It was a bit disgusting, and there was mucus.

But in battle, one couldn't care about so much, so he wiped his hands on his armor and went to fight the next stone beast.

But just as he turned around, he was dragged down by something, without any warning!

This man reacted quickly, shouting and raising his blade to hack, but he was dragged along by some giant force, falling and hitting the ground.

Only two breaths later, he was completely swallowed by the sea of mist and made no more sound.

His companions were shocked and leaned down to rescue him, but only pulled up an arm! Immediately after, several more soldiers were dragged down and disappeared into the sea of mist.

"There is something under our feet, be careful!"

The strange thing was that even though they possessed elemental power, they couldn't see through this layer of mist.

During the battle, Bai Tan turned around and happened to meet King Yao's eyes.

This old man stared straight at him, his face full of endless anger and hatred, and suddenly roared: "Kill, kill him, kill this wolf-hearted traitor!"

King Yao was too excited, so much so that this sentence had two cracks in his voice.

The next instant, Bai Tan felt something approaching him, with cold air overflowing. Although he couldn't see it, the pressure of this thing... was very strong! Despite being surrounded by personal guards, it still couldn't bring him much sense of security.

The two personal guards on the left and right seemed to be thrown away by something. Bai Tan swung his blade fiercely in that direction, but felt his ankle tighten—

That thing had also grabbed him and pulled hard! What surging strength; Bai Tan couldn't stand firm either and was pulled down.

"General!"

Everyone exclaimed and rushed to rescue him.

However, golden light flashed on Bai Tan's body at the right time, directly bouncing off the thing that grabbed him, so he didn't follow in the footsteps of the soldiers.

This golden light was very dazzling in the night, making even the old King Yao over ten zhang away shield his eyes, and then he saw the golden light gather above Bai Tan's forehead, forming a giant mark of a single vertical pupil!

That eyeball even turned twice, as if trying to see the situation on the scene clearly.

King Yao gasped: "The Eye of Truth!"

The main hall and various buildings of the Miao Miao Zhantian temple all had this mark of a single eye. After Miao Miao Zhantian obtained the Eye of Truth from the "Mu Lian" great demon, it used it to perfection. Therefore, let alone King Yao, even the soldiers on the scene could recognize its origin at a glance. Someone subconsciously rubbed their eyes, thinking they had seen wrong.

What did this mean? Could it be that Bai Tan had obtained the protection of Miao Miao Zhantian?

Wait, Bai Tan had the manifestation of Goddess Feng He when attacking the palace gate, and now he had the protection of Miao Miao Zhantian when attacking King Yao. This, this, this...

Everyone was once again deeply trapped in confusion.

Miao Miao Zhantian was the main god of the Yao Nation, and most of the people on the scene believed in it. Those who were originally besieging Bai Tan suddenly couldn't bring themselves to strike—if they continued to fight, would the Goddess blame them?

"How can this be!" King Yao's eyes turned red, and he suddenly roared hoarsely: "Miao Miao Zhantian protects our country, our country!"

He began building temples for Miao Miao Zhantian the year he ascended the throne, and to date, he had built nearly thirty temples of various sizes, personally offering sacrifices every festival, never once interrupted in twenty years.

Not to mention the endless tasks the Heavenly God had distributed to the Yao Nation through the Chief Envoy, he had always been painstaking and never slackened.

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