Chapter 673

Lan Jicai pointed to Haruhan who was paralyzed opposite.

"Not to mention anything else, the Great Black Heaven God belongs to the incarnation of heaven. In addition, there is also the Xiangji Heaven Mother. Our dynasty can still stop it, but when it reaches the Northern Court, the two are the same, like a fish in water.

Therefore, the Northern Court people have been deeply influenced and infiltrated by the Great Snow Mountain. During the Great Qian period, among the eight major tribes, at least one-third of the people and tribes changed their gates and believed in the Great Snow Mountain.

You look at Haruhan again, the world says he is the reincarnation of the Naiman King, the core of the Naiman tribe, almost the number one genius of the Northern Court, but he also practices the 'Black Different Heaven Method' of the Great Snow Mountain. Perhaps there are more believers now, more than one-half."

"Doesn't the imperial court care?"

Liang Qu always felt that the things of the Great Snow Mountain were evil, and letting it expand its influence was not a good thing.

"How to care?" Lan Jicai asked back, "You are a Great Shun person, let the Northern Court people not believe? Not listen? Not look?

The Liujin Sea was won by Great Shun with great effort, the Northern Court is beyond reach, and the Great Snow Mountain cannot be inserted.

When you lead the army to take down the entire Northern Court or the Great Snow Mountain, convince people with force, a northern province, a western province, and then issue a decree, maybe it will work."

"Cough cough, Mr. Lan is joking, what happened to the true gang opening its eyes just now?"

Liang Qu recalled the feeling of itching all over when the Great Black Heaven God was half-closed and half-hidden, and still felt a chill.

Letting the other party open their eyes would definitely not be a good thing.

The weirdness is not like a true gang at all.

Lan Jicai glanced at Liang Qu: "God's Chosen."

God's Chosen?

Liang Qu was bluffed by this title, just about to ask for more, when cheers and applause came from his ears.

Looked up.

Envoy Batu's face was ugly.

The civil and military nobles of the whole court were just stroking their beards, and now they were smiling.

Sunar and Baibuhua lay down looking at the sky, their two curved knives nowhere to be found.

The Heavenly Feather Guards threw the colleagues high, carrying the winners back like trophies.

Won!

A total of four competitions, half directly cut down!

The two who left the field were all the same as Liang Qu, unable to move, hanging color in many places, and only relieved after taking a few pills.

The three sat on the chairs together.

Looked at each other.

Laughed loudly.

"The remaining two competitions, keep it up!"

Meng Qiang was excited and hard to speak, patted the shoulders of the remaining five Heavenly Feather Guards, selected three, and supported their backs to let them take the field.

The Taiyue Order struck the bell, the "Horse Stepping Music" played, Liang Qu looked at Lan Jicai.

Lan Jicai answered without asking: "Do you know what remains after the death of a Grandmaster or Wu Sheng?"

"Know."

"There are many uses for remains, Heaven Altar, casting weapons... too many to count. If the strength is enough, after death, through special techniques, let people worship, it can manifest as a half-god, becoming a certain established ritual, put in what, and come out what."

It sounds like a certain established running program...

Liang Qu rubbed his chin.

"You kid has actually seen it."

"I have seen it?" Liang Qu didn't understand, "Where did the kid see it, please tell me, Mr. Lan."

Lan Jicai looked around and leaned into Liang Qu's ear.

"Ghost Mother! The news brought with you when you took the altar, it is written on it that you know."

Liang Qu suddenly realized.

It turned out to be like this.

In this way, ten life positions, ten death positions, are all twenty people God's Chosen?

Wait.

"Written that I know?"

"If it's not written, how to find someone to hold accountable after the news leaks?"

"..."

Lan Jicai straightened his body: "The Great Black Heaven and that ghost thing essentially belong to the same thing, but to do this, it must be at least a top Wu Sheng or higher, or even stronger.

It is rumored that the Great Black Heaven God true gang cannot be obtained by cultivation, it should be that you need to get the so-called part of the ritual and become a God's Chosen to practice.

If you hadn't made that shot at the end, Mo would have had to take action to save you. If the Great Black Heaven God really looked at you, with your realm, you would have to peel off a layer of skin even if you didn't die!"

Top Wu Sheng or higher...

Stronger...

"Speaking of which, where did you learn that last move? How did you learn it? In terms of your realm and power, it almost has the style of a ritual, but it is definitely something you hit yourself."

Today's battle, regardless of the process or the result, exceeded everyone's expectations.

Haruhan's strength is shocking, but Liang Qu is a small knife cutting the butt, opening everyone's eyes.

The moment the Great Black Heaven God opened its eyes.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows it is a divine ritual, this is no longer just a matter of realm and strength, but a crushing of life level.

It is estimated that the Holy Emperor thought he would lose at that time, Liang Qu lived and waved the Fubo, smashed out a shot that no one expected, broke this must-lose situation.

"I learned it from the white ape." Liang Qu opened his mouth.

"White ape?" Lan Jicai was stunned, he knew Liang Qu had monster friends, and quite a few, which could be called the friend of animals in Jianghuai, "That is your gun technique, a monster, where did it learn it?"

"Don't know, I'll ask it another day."

"You kid!"

"Wow!"

There was noise in the field.

Liang Qu turned his eyeballs and looked at the square.

Just for a moment, the competition was unexpectedly tragic.

Among the Heavenly Feather Guards who were enemies, one of them disappeared his entire right arm, and the oozing blood dyed half of his body red, but he gritted his teeth and pulled out his knife, piercing the enemy's chest!

Left chest, heart!

The bright red knife tip pierced through the body.

Once he succeeded, he pursued the victory and cut the throat again!

Blood sprayed.

The Northern Court person covered his throat and couldn't speak, his pupils full of disbelief, as if he never expected the other party to be so decisive in breaking his arm to change injuries.

The other four were equally tragic, full of blood, but far from the point of life and death.

A moment of silence.

Batu jumped into the field, decisively admitted defeat, dragged away the injured, and took medicine to save them.

Hunting Tiger Grand Martial Artist, the heart and throat are not fatal injuries, but if dragged for a long time, it is very likely to leave hidden injuries. In the future, if there is any battle, they will be weak and no different from a waste person in the same realm.

"Ho!"

The Heavenly Feather Guard spat, staggered his body, picked up the broken arm from the ground, and held it high.

The Taiyue Order struck the yellow bell, shaking the square.

The style of bravery rushed to the face!

The envoys of various countries were silent.

Fierce tigers are not afraid of enemies, martyrs have no empty words.

Great Shun people, the blood bravery in their bones is no worse than the Northern Court barbarians!

"Good boy!" Meng Qiang patted his shoulder, looked at the broken arm again, the cut surface was flat and smooth, and felt a bit of sadness and guilt, "Can connect, rest assured! Go stop the bleeding! Find a pharmacist!"

Everyone was in a hurry.

The little eunuch beside the Holy Emperor ran over in a hurry and stopped everyone.

"His Majesty said, a broken mirror is hard to round, the broken arm connected back is ultimately worse than the original, so simply abandon this one, wait for the court to end, and use medicine to grow another one."

The broken-armed Heavenly Feather Guard bowed respectfully to the Holy Emperor.

A big deal.

To let a Hunting Tiger Grand Martial Artist regenerate a limb, the resources consumed are definitely not small.

But today's matter, it's worth it!

Three wins in four competitions.

"The last competition!"

Meng Qiang pressed his shoulder, moved his muscles and bones, and looked at the only three people opposite.

Unexpectedly, there was a little noise in the west.

Batu stood in front of the Holy Emperor, stroking his chest and whispering.

Just a moment.

The name singing spread all over.

Everyone was stunned.

"All admitted defeat?"

(End of chapter)