NFBE Chapter 457: Ji Mengli is so cruel, you dare to kill your father? !
Chapter 457: Ji Mengli is so cruel, you dare to kill your father? !
"Rumble--"
The gate of the majestic and sacred ancestral temple was wide open, and the sound of the door opening was like thunder. The King of Southern Xinjiang led the royal bloodline into it. After all the royal family members entered, the gate of the ancestral temple was closed again.
Twelve shamans stood in front of the gate of the ancestral temple, looking pious and silently chanting prayers.
But at the moment the gate of the ancestral temple was closed, the rebels, who had received the secret signal from King Yong, instantly rushed up and fought.
"Boom boom boom..."
Explosions sounded one after another, and the collision of true Qi was mixed with the sound of swords and spears. The twelve shamans were caught off guard and did not even bother to recite the prayers, but hurriedly looked up.
There was war and chaos all over Tianlin Mountain.
"!"
The twelve shamans looked solemn, as they never expected that a rebellion would occur during the ancestral worship ceremony.
Although Tianlin Mountain was heavily guarded and the troops from all directions performed their duties, the people in Southern Xinjiang were stable and there had been no war for hundreds of years. The guards were just doing their job. Even if they were on guard against assassins, they never thought that someone would start a rebellion.
What's more, the rebel was a mediocre king.
King Yong was familiar with the defense of Tianlin Mountain and had already deployed personnel in major fortresses. The rebels were like hungry wolves lurking in the night, and they could not wait to fight and drink blood after receiving the order.
By the time the garrison reacted, Tianlin Mountain had already gradually gotten out of control.
"There are assassins!!"
"It's the rebels! There's a rebel attack. Protect the king, protect the saint!!"
"..."
The crowd was in chaos and blood was splattered.
The garrison troops who reacted fought hard and tried to stop the rebels, but the opportunity was missed by a hair's breadth and a thousand miles away. The rebels of King Yong had already gained the upper hand and were difficult to stop.
The garrison had no choice but to try their best to delay time, hoping to wait for reinforcements from the imperial city to arrive.
……
The weather is clear today, the sky is clear blue, and the white clouds are like piles of cotton candy. Behind the soft and thick clouds, there are several figures standing.
The Peacock King put his hands behind his back and quietly watched the brutal fighting below. There was a bit of satisfaction in his eyes. When humans kill each other, the demons will benefit. He said in a deep voice:
"This fool King Yong is still quite capable. At this rate, he can deal with the King of Southern Xinjiang and the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang before the royal reinforcements arrive..."
At this point, the Peacock King narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said intoxicatedly: "The smell of blood is really good..."
The demons worship blood and regard humans as food. Peacock Mountain prides itself on its cultural heritage, but it is still a demon at heart and is no exception.
At this moment, smelling the strong smell of blood, he was quite eager to make something.
"..."
Lu Zhan had a blank expression on his face, but he understood the Peacock King's excitement. He had the same reaction when he saw the group of demons.
Tushan Shiyu, on the other hand, showed disdain. No matter how long the Peacock Mountain heritage lasted, they were nothing but uncivilized beasts. A trace of disdain flashed through her eyes, and she said lightly:
“When do we enter?”
The Peacock King wanted to drink blood immediately, but thinking of his own status, he said with airs:
"Don't be in a hurry, let them kill each other for a while."
"..."
Tushan Shiyu straightened his back, his expression somewhat mocking. For the sake of power, the brothers turned against each other and even joined forces with demons. The royal family of Southern Xinjiang was in a terrible state.
It was not until the blood flowed like a river at Tianlin Mountain that the Peacock King gave the order: "Kill!"
Although Peacock Mountain only brought a thousand disciples, King Yong already had the upper hand. Now with the addition of the cruel and bloodthirsty demon, the balance has completely tilted.
Lu Zhan stood high in the sky, looking at the devastated Tianlin Mountain, his face calm, just watching the situation change quietly.
People do not like war, because war will cause the earth to be devastated and blood to flow. Unfortunately, if you want peace in the world, you must use war to cleanse these filth and wounds. This is the general trend of the world, and it cannot be changed by one person.
"Are you okay?" Tushan Shiyu noticed that something was wrong with Lu Zhan and thought that Lu Zhan was frightened.
This kind of large-scale war is different from the usual killings of people and demons. The shock it brings is far beyond that of ordinary killings. Lu Zhan is a child of a noble family, so it is normal for him to be shocked.
Lu Zhan shook his head: "It's okay."
Tushan Shiyu pursed her lips, said nothing, and just reached out and held Lu Zhan's right hand.
"..."
The Peacock King felt a little depressed when he saw this scene, but this was not the time to dwell on love. He quickly calmed down, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, then stepped down from the clouds. His voice was like a huge bell that spread throughout Tianlin Mountain:
"The royal family killed my descendants and harmed my people. Today, I will wash Tianlin Mountain with blood and kill the King of Southern Xinjiang and the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang with my own hands to commemorate the heroic souls of my people. Kill them!"
The Peacock King raised his arms and shouted, which greatly increased the momentum of the demons. They smashed the solemn altar and captured the twelve shamans of the royal family, their blood boiling.
Peacock Mountain had been low-key for hundreds of years, and the demons had long been thirsty for it. In addition, the prince and princess were killed, and this humiliation made the demons even more angry.
Now they have found the right opportunity to vent their anger and are fighting bloody battles as if they will never give up.
"Ugh……"
The Peacock King looked into the distance and sighed softly. Before his death, his father left him a will, saying that times have changed and if Peacock Mountain wants to last for thousands of years, it needs to live in peace with humans and develop its ethnic culture.
The Peacock King always felt that his father's actions were inappropriate. Demons were demons, and humans were humans. How could they live in peace? As for the so-called culture, it was even more ridiculous.
Culture is nothing more than a pastime for human beings. They have the noble bloodline of Peacock Mountain, so why do they need those flashy pastimes?
But in order to show respect, the Peacock King still implemented his father's will. But because of this, the human race lost respect for Peacock Mountain.
The Peacock King could not tolerate this and decided to overthrow the system left by his father, so he cooperated with the Yong King. He looked at the battlefield in the distance, at the humans screaming in despair, and expressed his frustration:
"Brother Xiuyuan, Lu Xiaofeng is from the royal family of Southern Xinjiang, and he will not sit idly by. If that guy dares to come, please take action with Sister Luo Yu."
Lu Zhan held Tushan Shiyu's hand and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I'm here, Lu Xiaofeng can't run away."
"..."
Tushan Shiyu looked at Lu Zhan's serious expression, coughed twice, and nodded slightly.
This guy spoke as if it were true. If she didn't know the inside story, she would have been shocked by Lu Zhan's appearance.
Seeing that Tushan Shiyu looked strange, Lu Zhan was afraid that she would reveal her true identity, so he put his arm around her waist and asked:
"Now that the situation is under control, why don't we enter the ancestral temple?"
King Kongque looked at the solemn ancestral temple and said, "Don't worry. Give King Yong some time to say goodbye to his loved ones. Let's go to the top of the mountain to drink tea and wait for King Yong's signal."
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The ancestral temple covers a large area and has magnificent architecture. In the main hall, tablets of ancestors from southern Xinjiang are enshrined, and eternal lamps made of mermaid oil are burning.
The King of Nanjiang led his people into the main hall and was about to offer sacrifices to their ancestors when suddenly a noisy sound came from outside the temple. He stopped and listened, only to hear the sound of swords and spears colliding, and the strong smell of blood in the cold wind.
The King of Southern Xinjiang frowned: "Is there an assassin?"
Although the King of Southern Xinjiang did not interfere in state affairs, he had been in the court for hundreds of years. When he heard the noise of fighting, he did not panic, but instead used his spiritual sense to investigate.
After a while.
The King of Southern Frontier regained consciousness, and his expression changed drastically: "No... they are not assassins, but rebels!"
Ji Mengli knew that King Yong was restless, so she was not surprised at the moment, but she still acted horrified:
"Rebels? The southern border is peaceful and the country is under the rule of the Great Zhou. Where did the rebels come from?"
"..."
The King of Southern Xinjiang said nothing, but turned his gaze towards King Yong.
The sacrificial ceremony was organized by King Yong, who was in charge of the defense of Tianlin Mountain. If anyone plotted a rebellion, it would be difficult to bypass King Yong.
Even if the enemy came with great force and joined forces with demons to deal with the royal family, they would not be able to control the situation in such a short time unless there was a problem with the defense.
"It's you..." After a moment's thought, the King of Southern Xinjiang guessed the truth. He pulled Ji Mengli behind him and said coldly, "I have treated you well, why are you like this?!"
King Yong did not answer, but knelt down devoutly and burned incense. After completing the worship ceremony, he said slowly:
"Brother, you have been sitting on the throne of Southern Xinjiang for too long. It is time to abdicate and let your brother take the throne."
"..."
Hearing this, the other royal family members in the ancestral temple were suddenly shocked. Although they were royal family members, they had no real power and only wanted to be idle aristocrats. They never thought that King Yong would rebel. They subconsciously took a few steps back but did not scold him out loud.
Now that the battle situation is undecided, it is better to keep quiet.
Although the King of Southern Xinjiang guessed that it was King Yong, he still flew into a rage when he heard King Yong admit it himself:
"How dare you! This is the ancestral temple. How dare you mobilize troops in the ancestral temple?!"
King Yong put his hands together and bowed, smiling:
"Brother, please don't be angry. Even if I have ten courages, I would not dare to take action in the ancestral temple. I just cleared some obstacles outside the ancestral temple... Now everyone outside is my people. If you know what's good for you and take the initiative to write a letter of abdication, I am willing to remember our brotherhood and will not harm you and Ayiduo..."
The King of Southern Xinjiang did not miss the throne, but he could not tolerate being forced to give up the throne. However, the current situation was not good, so he could only delay as much as possible, so he said:
"You must let Ayiduo leave this place first, otherwise I will never let you get what you want, even if it means my life is in vain!"
"..."
King Yong looked unhappy. After all, the King of Southern Xinjiang was a cultivator. If he really used his magic weapon to fight to the death, it would indeed be troublesome. He also did not want to kill him.
Even if Peacock Mountain wanted to kill them all, that was Peacock Mountain's business. King Yong still cared about the brotherhood.
Thinking of this, King Yong murmured:
"Why are you so excited, brother? I swear on the ancestral temple that as long as you write the edict of abdication, I will never make things difficult for Ayiduo and you. But my patience is limited, I will only give you half a cup of tea. If you don't write it well, I will hand Ayiduo over to the demons of Peacock Mountain. You know... demons are not as easy to talk to as I am."
Since ancient times, those who sought power and usurped the throne all wanted to do so legitimately, and King Yong was no exception.
This half cup of tea time is not so much given to the King of Southern Xinjiang as it is given to King Yong himself. If he never gives a signal, the demons in Peacock Mountain will definitely not have the patience to wait and will probably break in.
Although he would be able to capture the King of Southern Xinjiang and the Saintess by then, it would not be legitimate, and he would not be able to sit comfortably on the throne even if he ascended it.
After all, if Southern Xinjiang submits to the Great Zhou, even if no one in Southern Xinjiang dares to oppose it, there is a fear that the Great Zhou will use this as an excuse to cause trouble and take the opportunity to interfere in Southern Xinjiang’s internal affairs, which would then be troublesome.
"..."
The King of Southern Xinjiang guessed what the King of Yong was thinking, and he became more certain. He quietly turned the ring, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Bring me a pen and paper!"
"Please wait a moment, brother." King Yong looked happy, but not surprised.
In this situation, even if the King of Southern Xinjiang and Aida had magical weapons to protect themselves, they could not escape the encirclement of Peacock Mountain and him. Writing an abdication edict was the best option, which was better than fighting to the death.
Who wants to die if he can live?
Prince Yong took out a pen and paper from his storage ring, placed them on the altar, and signaled Prince Nanjiang to start writing:
"Please give me your calligraphy, brother."
The King of Southern Xinjiang took a deep breath and walked to the altar. Just as he was about to pick up the pen, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. He was slightly startled and his body suddenly stiffened, as if he was held in place by a spell.
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The heart-wrenching pain came from the back of his heart. The wolf hair brush in the hand of the King of Southern Xinjiang fell to the ground. He trembled all over and turned around in disbelief...