Following Po's eye signal, the Big Black Crow walked up to the altar.

Abao asked him to go, and he dared not refuse.

But when he stood on the altar, black mist surged up around him and he suddenly turned into a human body.

"I don't want to die!" The Demon Lord cried out in surprise, and quickly looked down at the life-killing talisman hanging around his neck. The talisman was still there, and he was not dead, but his strength had not yet recovered.

Demon Lord: ???

no.

This life-threatening talisman...

"Are you the Demon Lord? You are too timid. That is a fake talisman." Lan Yixiuan said lightly.

The deceived Demon Lord: "Fake talisman?"

Lan Yixiuan nodded.

The Demon Lord didn't dare to look at Abao unless he didn't want to live anymore. Inwardly, he was secretly happy that Lao Zi would finally not have to die.

"You are... the national god?" Sikong Lin rubbed his eyes.

The demon lord's black eyes were stern, "Bah! Do you think I am worthy of the title of 'national god'? I am not, I don't deserve it, I don't dare."

How protective is Emperor Jiuyang?

Yun Hui ascended the throne as emperor. If he dared to go against Yun Hui, A Bao would tear him apart alive.

"You are the Demon Lord, you have to stand up straight. Why are you afraid of a three and a half year old girl?" Sikong Lin gritted his teeth. He still remembered how majestic the Demon Lord was when he was first worshipped as the national god.

The Demon Lord walked over and slapped Sikong Lin on the face, "Shut up!"

Talking about Zhi Leng in front of Emperor Jiuyang means that he wants him to die.

Sikong Lin did not feel any spiritual power from this slap. They were mortals with no cultivation. The reason they were afraid of the Demon Lord was because he was strong and capable.

But just now, he felt that the Demon Lord was no different from a normal person.

"you……"

"Ahem, that... I am a fake... fake Demon Lord." The Demon Lord didn't dare to look into A Bao's eyes.

The scene was quiet.

Especially the high priest and Sikong Lin, they looked at each other and were both confused.

"Fake?" Sikong Lin gritted his teeth.

The Demon Lord admitted again and again, "It's fake, it's fake, I am really fake, with my appearance, am I worthy of being the Demon Lord?"

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Because you're stupid. If I didn't lie to you, how could you take the national god seriously? Even if the labor union is fake, killing you is like crushing an ant."

The fake Demon Lord was really afraid that Abao would be unhappy and tear him to pieces alive. He had a strong desire to survive and didn't care what the people on the scene thought. He quickly went up to the altar and wiped away all traces of his previous existence.

Sikong Lin looked at the fake Demon Lord working diligently on the altar and was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

How could he be so blind as to choose such a piece of trash as the new national god?

In order to avoid people's talk about executing his adopted son just because he had his biological son, the retired emperor imprisoned Sikong Lin and sentenced him to death on the charge of plotting to usurp the throne and keeping the retired emperor under house arrest.

"I can't die. How could I die, Your Majesty? Have you forgotten that I have..." Sikong Lin was taken away without any panic, and even had a look of pride in her eyes.

Emperor Zi'an tugged at Lan Yixuan's clothes, "Xuan'er, why do I feel like Sikong Lin has another trump card?"

He is so arrogant.

…

The first thing Yun Hui did after ascending the throne was to welcome the former god Xingchen into the temple.

Hundreds of officials follow, and thousands of people accompany.

They all knelt in front of the temple, and Yun Hui handed the imperial order given to him by the retired emperor to A Bao.

"Master, please welcome back Master Xingchen."

All officials were horrified. The Grand Tutor stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, you don't know that this temple is not open to gods, otherwise it will collapse."

Yun Hui narrowed his eyes coldly, "Where did this rule come from?"

I have to say that some people are born to be kings.

As soon as Yun Hui ascended the throne, his innate imperial aura began to emanate.

The Grand Tutor replied, "Alas, ever since the Emperor became seriously ill and Sikong Lin worshipped the fake Demon Lord, the temple has become off-limits to all gods. Only Sikong Lin and the High Priest can enter. As for ordinary people, once we step in, we will fall into a coma for three days. We have tried this before."

All the officials nodded.

Even the people standing behind him were all dejected.

It can be seen that what the Taifu said is true.

"Whoever goes in will be injured?"

"It is said that people with a sincere heart will have no problems if they enter."

"What does sincerity mean?"

Taifu: "They are believers who accept and worship the false Demon Lord in their hearts."

Yun Hui snorted coldly, "The nine families that were destroyed, and the people who were suppressed by Sikong Lin's power?"

"Yes." The master was sighing repeatedly, not noticing that the little girl had already entered the temple, and even poked her head out mischievously, waving her little hand at the big guy, "You can come in."

The master stared with old eyes, "Little...little princess?"

How did she get in?

She is not unconscious!

Yun Hui winked at the three old ministers, who had long been unable to hold back and listened to whatever the little princess said.

He was the first to enter the temple to test it for everyone, "Master Taifu, the temple is fine, please come in and take a look."

Those who believed in the gods of the ancient country rushed into the temple in droves.

"It's really alright. Long live your Majesty, and long live the little princess!"

"Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune! Little Princess, the Temple of Huize is woooooooooooo."

"The little princess not only brought back the real grandson of the emperor to the Kingdom of Mu, but also welcomed back Lord Xingchen and drove away the fake national god."

The eyes of all the civil and military officials were filled with tears. They were all members of the retired emperor's faction. Over the years, they had been waiting for a hope, and had never given up.

If it is said that the three old ministers have been openly confronting Sikong Lin.

They have been supporting silently in the dark.

A Bao had already placed the four imperial decrees on the table. At the same time, the emperor took out the statue of Xingchen again and hung it up.

Emperor Zi'an looked at the silver-haired boy in the portrait.

Xingchen closed his eyes, with waist-length silver hair. He looked like a cool and ethereal being, detached from the mundane world.

"It's really beautiful." Lan Yixiuan couldn't help but admire.

Emperor Zian frowned and whispered, "Is it really that pretty?"

"It looks good. It's really good." Lan Yixiuan heard it.

Emperor Zi'an was a little unhappy and pouted.

The girl he liked praised another man, and even though the other man was a god, he still felt jealous.

Lan Yixiuan glared at him. She had never glared at him like that before, as if she would ignore him if Di Zian said one more word.

Emperor Zian felt even more aggrieved.

"It just looks good."

"Do you like this?"

"I like it."

Emperor Zi'an pointed at himself and said, "Xuan'er, look at me. I'm not that ugly, am I?"

"Anyway, I think the Starry God is the best. I heard that he has thousands of stars and all living beings in his eyes. He can see a person's fortune at a glance. So, this statue is of the closed-eye type because the painter cannot depict the Starry God's eyes."

Di Zian curled his lips, "Is it really that magical?"

"Of course, the Star Country God is the son of destiny, and I also know that he likes..."