Volume 1 Chapter 281 The Ninth Prince Rebelled
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The Great Zhou Dynasty, Western Chu, Northern Liang, Southern Barbarians and Xiongnu, including the already extinct Shang Dynasty.
All the kings of the major kingdoms of the Mortal Dynasty have agreed to sacrifice their own blood.
At this moment, all the civil and military officials of the Great Zhou, as well as the Duke of Qin, were looking forward to the arrival of two months later.
Even the common people are eagerly waiting for it. The streets and alleys are filled with legends about this battle:
"Have you heard? It is said that after General Bai Qi kills the immortal god, the immortal god's blood will nourish this land, which is perfect for us ordinary people."
"This is more than just hearsay. Duke Qin has already confirmed it."
"After the immortal god is killed this time, I heard that the passage between immortals and mortals will be completely opened. During the Yin and Shang Dynasty, this place was full of spiritual energy, and there were exotic flowers and plants everywhere."
"It was the immortal gods who sealed off our world, which caused the spiritual energy to dry up."
"Duke Qin said that as long as we kill the immortal gods, the spiritual energy of the mortal world will be revived, and everyone can become an immortal god!"
"Even if I can't become an immortal, I heard that the crops in the fields will grow 10 times or even a hundred times faster, and we ordinary people will never go hungry again."
"I've heard that too. It is said that during the Shang Dynasty, a grain of rice could keep a person from starving for a month."
"Everyone is a strong man who can move mountains and lift tripods."
"The lifespan is at least two hundred years."
The people became more and more excited, and started talking about it in the streets and alleys.
The future that Duke Qin gave them was simply too bright.
Some people even decided that if they lived the future life that Duke Qin described for them, they would eat one steamed bun and throw away one steamed bun.
Live a good life like a rich person.
Just as people were looking forward to a better life, two months passed by unknowingly.
Sudden.
On this day, a huge formation barrier appeared in the sky, like an inverted giant bowl, covering the entire mortal dynasty inside.
And above the formation, the Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram is running wildly.
When they saw this scene, the faces of Duke Qin and others became extremely solemn. It’s finally here.
The gods still have to forcibly open the passage between immortals and mortals to settle accounts with Bai Qi and the mortal dynasty.
"Sacrifice quickly!"
"While the other party has not yet opened up the immortal-mortal channel, summon the Terracotta Warriors directly!"
"Kill them in the mortal world as soon as possible! Otherwise, when they come in, there will be huge casualties!"
The Duke of Qin will not wait until the gods descend to the mortal world before starting sacrifices.
Then it will be too late!
The moment the passage between immortals and mortals is opened, the immortal god can kill them all with a slap.
As soon as Duke Qin finished speaking, he picked up the bronze altar and scratched his wrist with his fingers, leaving a hideous wound.
Duke Qin's blood flowed madly onto the bronze altar like a river bursting its banks.
The bronze altar flashed with an eerie red light.
At this moment, the bronze altars held by others were also shaking wildly, as if they were about to choose someone to devour.
The Demon Buddha Saint Son, who was far away in the grassland, suddenly opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and directly ordered: "Amitabha, First Khan, it's your turn to sacrifice!"
"quick!"
On the grassland.
The first Hun Khan stood on a high platform, and at this moment all the Hun cavalry and Hun nobles were kneeling around him, like stars surrounding the moon.
The first Khan of the Xiongnu didn't know whether he would die in this sacrifice, but since he was doing something for the gods, he had to make a big show of it.
If he really died, all the Huns should remember his contribution.
His son will replace him as the new Khan.
Amid the loud shouts of all the Huns, the First Hun Khan drew out his golden scimitar and cut his wrist.
The bright red blood flowed madly into the bronze altar, and the First Khan's face turned extremely pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But he held his head high, his eyes full of piety.
He roared, "For the gods!"
The Huns below were like crazy, following the first Hun Khan's crazy roar: "For the gods, for the gods!"
In their minds, this is the true sacrifice.
However, the object of sacrifice was not slaves or prisoners of war, but their king.
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At the same time.
The Beiliang State Master looked at the Beiliang State Lord and said quietly, "Your Majesty, it's your turn!"
The King of Beiliang had a painful look on his face. He didn't want to offer a sacrifice at all, but at this moment the King of Beiliang had already found all his sons for him.
The King of Beiliang knew that if he did not offer a sacrifice, he would certainly not be able to keep his position as King today.
Once his son comes to power, he will become the emperor emeritus.
It is estimated that he will be imprisoned in the palace forever.
Even his concubines were at his mercy.
So the King of Beiliang gritted his teeth, cut his wrist, and dripped his blood into the bronze altar.
I silently said in my heart: "Please don't let anything unexpected happen. I don't want to die yet."
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Western Chu.
14 The priest did not give the King of Western Chu any time to react, and did not even allow him to take action himself.
After seeing the reaction from the bronze altar, the 14th priest grabbed the King of Western Chu and cut his wrist, letting the blood flow directly onto the bronze altar.
The King of Western Chu was filled with grief and indignation, and angrily said, "You are going too far! I am the ruler of a country after all!"
"snort!"
The fourteenth priest's face turned cold and he angrily scolded: "This is the best time to sacrifice yourself for the Lord. Our family is helping you, but you don't know how to be grateful."
"It seems that Xichu shouldn't exist anymore!"
As they spoke, the 14 priests grabbed the neck of the King of Western Chu. With a snap, the King of Western Chu was killed on the spot by the 14 priests.
In fact, Western Chu could have been conquered by Qin long ago. The reason why the Duke of Qin did not conquer Western Chu was to balance the interests of all dynasties.
But the 14th priest didn't care about so many things. Whatever Bai Qi asked him to do, he would do it thoroughly.
The moment the King of Western Chu died, all his flesh and blood was directly swallowed up by the bronze altar.
The Fourteenth Priest looked at the Western Chu Crown Prince coldly and said, "You are now the ruler of Western Chu. Continue!"
The Crown Prince of Western Chu turned pale, but he still walked firmly to the Fourteenth Priest and said calmly: "I will do it myself!"
As he said this, he took out a dagger and cut his wrist.
"You are better than your father! Only in this way can a leader take on the responsibility of a country. Don't worry, my master has survived the crisis this time, and you will have a bright future in the future!"
The fourteenth offering comforted him.
"I do this for the people of Xichu, not for myself!"
The Prince of Western Chu raised his head and said.
"Yes, better than our Great Zhou Emperor! I will report what you did today to the Lord." The fourteenth priest's eyes were full of admiration.
General Bai Qi?
The Crown Prince of Western Chu secretly sighed and thought it would be a pity if Bai Qi was a Western Chu citizen!
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Southern barbarians.
The King of the Southern Barbarians held a bronze altar in his hand. Under the gaze of everyone from the Overlord Clan, he could only hold his arms and wrists in a restrained position and begin the sacrifice.
After the blood of these people was injected into the bronze altar.
One after another, the illusory force of luck condensed into shape and began to fly towards the bronze door.
Only living people walked out of the bronze door.
The dead cannot pass through here.
This was originally a secret place used to suppress the Shang Dynasty.
And at this moment, the rules began to slowly change. Inside the bronze door, one after another, death energy spread and extended towards the outside of the bronze door.
It’s about to start!
All the citizens and soldiers in the capital looked towards the bronze gate in the sky.
They are waiting for the arrival of a new era, and everyone is extremely excited.
All the civil and military officials in the Great Zhou court were dressed in the most gorgeous robes, as if they were witnessing the birth of a miracle. Finally, they all cast their eyes on the Ninth Prince.
"Your Majesty, it's your turn!"
Yang Wudi and others urged.
At this moment, the Ninth Prince was wearing a dragon robe, a crown on his head, and holding the Emperor's sword in his hand.
He stood in the center of the crowd, looking at them with a smile, and then, in the expectant gazes of everyone, he laughed loudly:
"You want me to sacrifice myself? You are dreaming!"
As he said this, he threw the bronze altar directly to the ground.
With a clang, the bronze altar hit the floor tiles, making a crisp sound, but it was like thunder in the sky, striking everyone's heart.
Yang Wudi was stunned.
Princess Anyang was stunned.
All the civil and military officials in the court looked at the Ninth Prince in disbelief.
The 30,000 cavalrymen and all the people in the capital felt like they had been slapped in the face. The feeling of being betrayed was too painful.
"Your Majesty, do you know what you are doing?"
Yue Yunlei, who had been silent, finally spoke.
"I thought you would be a wise ruler, but it turns out you are just like your father, a complete tyrant!"
Although Yue Yunlei had no official position, his reputation among the people was surprisingly high.
That's because his father died tragically at the hands of the previous emperor of the Zhou Dynasty.
He once again felt the anger of being betrayed by the Emperor of Zhou.
"Of course I know. I will send the gods down to earth to kill all those who do not obey my rule!"
"You traitors must all die!"
The Ninth Prince laughed out loud.
Damn it!
The faces of the people at the Black Ice Platform changed drastically. It was obvious that the Ninth Prince was the Duke of Qin who had tricked them to death.
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