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At the moment when Ji Chang wrote the obscene poem, Di Xin felt a burning sensation in his waist.
The Kongtong seal shone slightly.
"Roar!"
A sound of dragon chant sounded.
A wave of invisible luck gathered towards Kongtong Yin.
Di Xin felt that the Kongtong seal began to heat up slightly, with the air of an emperor constantly surging towards him.
His strength also began to improve.
Luck!
My Dashang's luck has improved!
Sure enough!
There was a gleam in Di Xin's eyes.
After all, this obscene poem was mentioned, but the person who mentioned it was not Di Xin.
It was Ji Chang.
Da Shang's luck seems to be stronger.
But in the eyes of the saints.
The human emperor Xin's luck in the human race was even stronger, and a real five-clawed dragon almost formed behind him, roaring.
That Ji Chang actually bears the luck of the human race, but this luck seems to be a lot sadder.
"Could it be that Ji Chang is also a man of destiny?"
The Master Tongtian murmured to himself and spoke.
In the old days in the small courtyard of Meishan, I heard about the dispute between the Great Shang and the Great Zhou.
But Tongtian didn't know what kind of dynasty the Great Zhou was.
Looking at Ji Chang now, he actually bears the fate of the human race. Could it be that this Da Zhou has something to do with Ji Chang?
The Master Tongtian and Zhen Yuanzi were together on that day, and their minds were quiet about what Lin Xuan said about the Great Shang Dynasty.
As for how the Great Zhou Dynasty came about and how it prospered, they forgot to ask.
At this moment, seeing Ji Chang, they couldn't help but start guessing, what is the relationship between Ji Chang and Da Zhou?
"The luck of the human race in Ji Chang's body has dropped to the bottom, what should I do!"
Rao is the sage of Lao Tzu who has always done nothing, and at this moment he couldn't help becoming anxious.
According to Hongjun Daozu, Na Jichang was originally a man of destiny.
Today, mentioning obscene poems is tantamount to blaspheming the Virgin Mary of the Human Race.
In this way, how can a great week be established?
Yuanshi Tianzun also had a very gloomy face.
In his heart, he scolded all eighteen generations of the ancestors of Tongtian Cult Master.
However, Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of Tongtian, and the saint of Laozi are all Pangu Yuanshen and Sanqing.
After all, the three of them are still in the same line.
So let me ask, isn't Yuanshi Tianzun scolding the leader of Tongtian Cult the same as scolding himself?
"Ji Chang blasphemed the Holy Mother of the Human Race. It is absolutely impossible to establish the Great Zhou! Why don't we let Ji Chang's son rise up and be a god?"
After all, the sage Laozi was older, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he spoke.
"Okay! Brother, this is a good idea!"
Yuanshi Tianzun smiled slightly and nodded.
The sages of Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi Tianzun were only able to obtain a trace of cause and effect in the long river of time through the power of Hongjun's fortune.
Far less familiar with the matter of conferring gods than Lin Xuan.
They just knew that Xibo Hou Jichang was a key figure in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Subconsciously, he thought that Ji Chang was the one who established the Great Zhou.
In fact, only Lin Xuan knew that Ji Chang had died long ago, and it was his son Ji Fa who established the Great Zhou.
However, the long river of time is rolling, and the process of history moves.
This was originally an obscene poem by Emperor Zhou Xinti, but now it has become an obscene poem by Ji Changti.
Although the cause and effect have changed, but by mistake, Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi the sage, made their idea on Jichang's son.
Inexplicably, it seems that he is back on track like the familiar Fengshen Lin Xuan.
In the Nuwa Palace, Di Xin felt the change of the Kongtong seal and was overjoyed.
However, after Ji Chang mentioned obscene poems, all civil and military officials were shocked!
"The Marquis Xibo is crazy! Blasphemy of the Virgin Mary!"
"Nuwa is the upright god of ancient times, the blessing master of the court song. The king drives the chariot and burns incense, praying for blessings, so that the people will be happy, the rain will be smooth and the wind will be smooth, and the fire will be calm. Today, Xibohou writes poems to blaspheme the saints, without pious sincerity. The crime is sacred, and it is not a gift for the emperor to visit and pray. It is really presumptuous!"
Prime Minister Shang Rong was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. If it wasn't for his age, he would have rushed forward to fight Xibohou.
"Xibohou is a traitor, messing with my business! Beheaded!"
theIn Huang Feihu's eyes, a strong murderous aura erupted, and he wished he could kill Xibohou directly.
"Xi Bohou, are you crazy?"
Grand Master Wen Zhong said lightly.
Wen Zhong is a disciple of Jiejiao for three generations, so he naturally knows the inside story.
He was even more delighted when he heard about these important ministers' crusade against Ji Chang.
? This Marquis of Xibo has a strong self-respect, and I'm afraid he doesn't have any good intentions in his heart.
Just now, with the help of this obscene poem, Ji Chang was thrown into the sky prison, which can be regarded as helping Dashang solve the cholera incident.
"snort!"
"You people really like to chew your tongue!"
"I think that Nuwa's face is peerless, but because she wrote poems to praise her, is there any other intention?"
"It's you, who have unruly thoughts about the Nuwa saint, and your thoughts are not pure!"
Ji Chang was still chattering, apparently without the slightest sign of remorse.
Na Hongjun's power of good fortune can change cause and effect.
At this moment, Ji Chang is extremely violent and hopeless, and has become another person.
"Come here, put Marquis Xibo into the sky prison, and ask to be executed in the future!"
Di Xin said in a deep voice.
"Obey!"
Huang Feihu couldn't hold back for a long time. Hearing Di Xin's order, he stepped forward and directly detained Xibohou.
Although Xibohou had some mana, he was far inferior to a man like Huang Feihu who was physically trained and powerful. After a struggle, he was captured by Huang Feihu and thrown into the prison.
"Show me off! Go back to the palace!"
Dixin ordered.
Wancheng aisle, the return of the emperor.
This time, if it wasn't for Master and the saint of Jiejiao, I am afraid that something unexpected happened to me.
In particular, the uncle behind my teaching is really a peerless power.
Unexpectedly, even Hongjun couldn't do anything to him.
Sitting on the dragon chariot, Di Xin took a deep breath.
He thought of Ji Chang's tyrannical and brutal appearance, which was completely different from his previous scheming appearance, and he couldn't help but feel a chill.
It can be said that if there is no advance arrangement to cut off the teaching today, he, Di Xin, may end up with Ji Chang.
"The Yuanshi Tianzun and other saints, I'm afraid they won't let me go easily! I have to be more careful!"
Di Xin thought deeply.
In this catastrophe of conferring gods, he is just a pawn, so naturally he needs to be careful every step of the way.
In today's world, saints are fighting for the top.
Although he is the emperor, it is difficult to be the opponent of the saint.
The only thing we can rely on now is Jiejiao.
"Preach Gu's imperial decree, declare Grand Master Wen Zhong to enter the palace, Gu has important matters to discuss with Wen Grand Master today!"
The first thing Di Xin did when he returned to the Dashang Palace was to send an order to Grand Master Wen.
"Boom!"
In the imperial study room, Di Xin closed the door heavily.
In case someone eavesdrops.
"Emperor Master!"
Di Xin just bowed to Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong hurriedly returned the salute, and said with a wry smile:
"Although I am the emperor's teacher, I can't bear His Majesty's salute now."
"I am a third-generation disciple of Jiejiao, and His Majesty was accepted as a second-generation disciple by the leader of Tongtian Cult. In terms of seniority, he is still above me."
"I should call Your Majesty the little uncle!"
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