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Chapter 27 Who Objects? Who is in favor?

"hiss!"

"My God, His Majesty died?"

"Your Majesty's king of artifacts has been instantly killed?"

"Is this so possible?"

"The king of artifacts has been suppressed single-handedly. Could it be that this angel-like woman is the power of the Yang God?"

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were terrified, they did not dare to move, their bodies trembled like chaff.

They never expected that not only Marquis Wuwen Hong Xuanji was killed in just a short moment, but even Qian Emperor Yang Pan died.

What's even more frightening is that even if Yang Pan took out the Artifact King's Ark of Creation, it was wiped out.

Prince Yang Yuan and Prince He looked extremely ugly.

The two of them and Prince Yu Yang Gan are the biggest contenders for the throne. Now Yang Gan has taken refuge in the Lord of Hongmeng, and with the help of the Lord of Hongmeng, he sent an angel Yan to descend and suppress and kill Yang Pan forcefully.

They're done.

And just when they were about to say something, an irresistible force of terror fell, obliterating their consciousness.

"God's envoy, please forgive me. This villain is willing to believe in the Lord of Primordial Mist. For the glory of my Lord, I will go through fire and water, and I will die!"

Seeing that Angel Yan killed the prince and Prince He without saying a word like crushing an ant, countless civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty who were afraid of death were terrified.

I was afraid that I would be crushed to death by Angel Yan in the next moment.

Angel Yan played with the boat of good fortune and threw it casually. The boat of good fortune turned into a size of Zhang Xu and was suspended in the air.

Angel Yan sat on the boat of good fortune, raised her iconic Erlang legs, and a pair of white and eye-catching long legs were exposed under the golden skirt of the miniskirt.

But no one dared to take a second look.

"A country cannot be without a king for a day. Emperor Qian Yang Pan and Prince Yang Yuan have fallen. According to my Lord's decree, Prince Yu Yang Qian is the emperor of the Daqian Dynasty!"

Angel Yan looked down at the officials and said calmly: "Who is against? Who is in favor?"

"I object!"

Li Shenguang, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, stood up, spoke righteously, and said as if dying:

"Demon girl, don't think that you can control the artifacts of Sheji just because you are a little ghostly and crooked. Even if you kill me, Li Shenguang, there will still be tens of thousands of Zhao Shenguang and Zou Shenguang?"

"yes?"

Angel Yan smiled playfully, and pointed her white jade finger forward.

laugh.

Li Shenguang's eyebrows were pierced, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Is there still Zhao Shenguang and Zou Shenguang? Let's stand up together?"

Angel Yan's playful eyes swept across the ministers of civil and military affairs present, and everyone who looked at them lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly.

"Since there is no objection, Yang Gan will be the new emperor of the Dagan Dynasty!"

"Thank you, my Lord, for the gift, Angel Yan!"

Yang Gan was overjoyed. Although the divine power was completely above the imperial power, he had no choice. The Lord of Primordial Mist was too strong.

Angel Yan is too strong.

Not to mention being able to hug the thick thigh of the Lord of Primordial Origins, so what if the power of the gods is above the power of the emperor?

"Meet Your Majesty."

The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs bowed to Yang Gan.

To be able to be an official in this court, except for a stubborn donkey like Li Shenguang, who is not a smooth guy who can adapt to the wind.

Under the suppression of Angel Yan, Yang Qian ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor without any surprise.

At the same time, he announced to the world that the whole country believes in the Lord of Hongmeng, the Hongmeng God Sect is the state religion, and Hong Yi is the leader.

When the news came out, the world was in an uproar.

No one thought that the Daqian Dynasty would change in just one day.

Along with the news, there is also an article "Viewing Thoughts". It is said that as long as you pray, you will have divine grace, and you can glimpse the majestic and immortal body of the Lord of Primordial Origin.

Yujing City, Sanhualou.

This is the largest gold consumption cave in Yujing City, and the place where countless princes and nobles are most keen on fireworks.

To the east of Sanhua Building, in a secluded five-story building.

A woman with a beautiful and heavenly fragrance, who seems to have a fairy air, sits quietly.

She is Su Mu, the number one talented woman in Yujing City and the top card in Sanhualou.

He is also the contemporary descendant of Taishang Dao!

"Yang Pan is actually dead? Even when he sacrificed the boat of fortune, he was suppressed by the sudden appearance of Angel Yan, with no power to resist?"

Su Mu looked at the news from the palace, and his perfect face showed indescribable shock.

As the supreme saint, she is well-read and well-informed.

But the more you know, the greater the shock.

The boat of good fortune was made by Taoist good fortune, the giant of the ancient sun god, with great painstaking efforts. It is known as the king of artifacts, and its power can be imagined.

She is too good and also has a king of artifacts--Eternal Kingdom.

I have a deep understanding of the power of the King of Artifacts.

"Angel Yan, Lord of Primordial Mist..."

Su Mu's ruddy mouth chewed on the two names, and then looked at the "Vision Thought" put aside:

"This seems to be an ordinary prayer, and you can get God's grace by praying?"

Su Mu studied carefully. There are many strange Taoism in this world, but no matter how much she studied, she didn't find any abnormalities.

"let me try!"

Su Mu couldn't help being curious, and began to chant in a low voice.

After a while.

Su Mu woke up with shock and complexity in his eyes.

"Is this the Lord of Primordial Mist? It's really too strong..."

Su Mu's heart was overwhelmed, and then he found that her cultivation had really improved.

She recited it again.

I found that although the improvement was not as great as the first time, it still improved.

She recited it again.

The improvement is about the same as the second time.

That is to say, the first increase is the largest, and the subsequent increase is smaller, but it is not decreasing, but sustainable.

This is scary.

With her wisdom, she can imagine that before long, ninety-nine percent of the living beings in the entire Great Thousand World will believe in the Lord of Primordial Conception.

"It's just that the Lord of Primordial Mist bestowed such a great grace, wouldn't he be at a loss?"

Su Mu was a little puzzled. She naturally knew that the power of faith can help people practice, and there are many exercises in this world that require the power of faith to practice.

But the divine grace bestowed by the Primordial Lord is not directly proportional to the power of faith he has obtained. According to this level, he might not have any underwear left.

But thinking of the unimaginably stalwart body of the Lord of Primordial Origin, thinking of the world that is constantly opening up and destroying with breathing...

These divine favors seem to be nothing to the Lord of Primordial Origin.

Is it really rich and powerful?

In order to obtain the power of faith, regardless of the cost?

Or is there a bigger conspiracy?

Boom.

There was a knock on the door, and Su Mu's personal servant girl came in: "Miss, Master Hong Yihong is here!"

"Hong Yi?"

Su Mu's heart moved. If she knew Hong Yi before because he was Meng Bingyun's son, then now Hong Yi's name is known all over the world.

The leader of Hongmeng God Sect.

The power is even greater than that of Emperor Yang Gan.

At this moment, she was even more curious about Hong Yi.

The son of her former saint, she is now in the limelight.

Su Mu got up and went out to meet him in person.

"As expected of a saint of the Supreme Dao!"

When Hong Yi saw Su Mu walking over, he felt astonished in his heart, feeling suffocated by his beautiful face and perfect temperament.

Beauty makes people forget to breathe.

"In the past, I only read in the history books that a beauty can captivate a city with a smile, and a country with a smile. Some emperors love beauty but not country, and they think it's an absurd statement. How can a mere woman compare to the artifacts of the country?"

"But now, it seems that there is such a thing. If such a woman chooses one of the Sheji artifact... The Sheji artifact... The stunning beauty... The Sheji artifact... The stunning beauty..."

Various thoughts appeared in Hong Yi's mind, followed by a sudden awakening, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back, Amitabha's true form flashed in the thoughts, and his mind became clear.

After all, he has practiced the supreme soul cultivation scripture "Amitabha Sutra" and experienced the view of the jade girl. He can hold on tight, his soul is strong, and he is not confused by external sounds, colors, smells, and tastes.

"Um?"

Su Mu walked slowly, and the fragrance hit people. This fragrance is not the smell of powder, but a fragrance like a hundred flowers.

This beautiful woman moves lightly with lotus steps, wearing a light green gauze skirt and a white shawl, followed by several maids, like the fairies in the painting descending into the world of mortals.

"Lord Hong is here, and Su Mu is far away from welcoming him, so please forgive me."

Su Mu bowed gracefully, looked at Hong Yi, her red lips parted slightly, and the words were clear and clear, like pearls falling on a jade plate, which made people feel numb and itchy in their hearts.

"There is no appearance of self, no appearance of human beings, no appearance of sentient beings, no appearance of lifeless ones, pink skeletons, white bones and flesh."

Immediately, the Amitabha scriptures flashed in Hong Yi's head, resisting Su Mu's charm, and said with a smile: "Miss Su is serious."

"Master Hong, please come inside."

Su Mu smiled and drew her jade hand, slightly surprised in her heart:

"My idea of the celestial goddess has been practiced to the stage of showing the body. I don't need to use spells to confuse the mind. I can move my hands and feet at will. The soul and flesh are one, and I have the temperament of a celestial goddess. Hong Yi is not affected at all?"

"Is it the profound strength, the determination of the mind, and the rock-solid? Or the reading to the state where a saint is kept in the heart? The spirit is so strong, and the aura of awe-inspiring is filled?"

"It's really extraordinary."

While thinking about it, Su Mu took Hong Yi into the room and made a cup of tea for Hong Yi.

"Miss Su, do you know what I am looking for you for?" Hong Yi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and got straight to the point.

"Isn't every man coming to Sanhualou for the same purpose?"

Su Mu smiled sweetly, and the light green gauze skirt fluttered slightly in the wind, like a fairy about to fly away by the wind, which made people have an urge to step forward and grab it.

Hong Yi shook his head: "Why does Saintess Su pretend to be confused!"

"Oh, so did Master Hong come to slay demons and demons, to kill me, a demon girl who is too high?"

When Su Mu heard the word saint, she knew that Hong Yi knew her identity, but she was not too surprised.

Not many people know her identity, but it's not difficult to really find out.

Both Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan knew her identity.

"No, I'm here to give Miss Su good luck!" Hong Yi said.

"What good fortune?"

Su Mu smiled lightly, not believing it at all.

"Miss Su should have seen the greatness of my lord. What I mean by good fortune is to sacrifice Miss Su alive when offering sacrifices to my lord."

Su Mudai frowned slightly at Hong Yi's words, what kind of good fortune is this?

Is it good fortune to let people do sacrifices?

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