The strongest world crossing

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"It seems that some people really can't sit still"

Chapter 687

Ye Zhen frowned slightly, wondering which saint was hiding in the hall at this time, but in the eyes of the ministers behind him, Ye Zhen just stared at the statue of Nuwa, as if fascinated.

"King" Shang Rong had no choice but to remind.

Ye Zhen turned around and whispered "Let's go" expressionlessly.

However, after everyone left the main hall, a mysterious light flashed, and a figure suddenly appeared in the place where Ye Zhen was offering incense.

Well-proportioned, wearing a Taoist robe, with a thin complexion, but the whisk in his hand is not an ordinary Taoist, but a tree branch with a full body of colorful divine light, and the divine light is wrapped in golden energy. .

"This person is weird. As a human emperor, he can ignore the suppression of heaven and become a sub-sage with the body of a human emperor. If it is not the case, I am afraid..."

The Taoist shook his head slightly, his eyes overflowing with brilliance, "Such a bone is really appalling. It seems that the second son is destined to be with me. During this murder, I have to save his life. After that...".

Thinking of such a harvest under this whim, even a Taoist can become a saint, but he couldn't help but burst into joy.

"When the Great Enlightenment Golden Immortal is not second, Bodhi, the patriarch of the Western Miaodharma, is neither born nor destroyed, and the three or three lines are not born or destroyed, and the whole body is full of kindness!"

After leaving this sentence, the person turned into a mysterious light and disappeared without a trace.

It's just that after a while, Ye Zhen, who had already left, came to the temple again with a group of ministers.

"Your Majesty, what is this?" Shang Rong was puzzled. Over the past few years, Ye Zhen, a great business emperor, gave people the impression that he didn't like this kind of incense place, and he always kept it at a respectful distance. Today, he came here to offer incense in person. Say, go and come back?

"Feng Luan treasure tent scene is very special, full of lacquered and delicate makeup. Qu Quyuan mountains flying emerald colors, dancing sleeves to reflect the clouds. Pear blossoms with rain compete for beauty; peony cage smoke is charming makeup. But it is enchanting and can move, get back Changle serves the king"

Ye Zhen put his hands behind his back, looked at the words on the golden nanmu beam and sneered, "My dear friends, what do you think of the words on this beam?"

After Ye Zhen raised his hand and pointed, the ministers who were not looking sideways thought

"Who is so bold!"

Don't talk about the final etiquette, even Bigan couldn't help shouting in anger. The person who proposed the poem was so disrespectful to Empress Nuwa. If Empress Nuwa blames the king, once the saint gets angry, see The seemingly stable and thriving Dashang Jiangshan is afraid that it will be destroyed in an instant. Who dares to provoke the power of a saint!

"Hurry up, someone! Wipe away this silver poem!" Bigan shouted.

After the words were finished, two guards came. Seeing the writing on the pillar, they decisively tore off the corners of their robes and rubbed them vigorously on the pillar.

It's just that no matter how hard the two guards tried, they couldn't erase the words that seemed to be written with pen and ink.

"Use a sword to cut off the characters," Bigan said with a frown.

"Here!"

The guard quickly drew out his long sword and began to slash on the pillar.

Ye Zhen shook his head slightly, the characters on the pillars were blessed with the magic power of the saints and the powerful prohibition, not to mention these guards, even he himself couldn't do anything about it.

In addition to spending some time cracking, it is to destroy the entire beam.But there is no need for this, since this saint can blame others so shamelessly, even if the pillar is destroyed, the other party will play other tricks.

What's more, Ye Zhen doesn't care, who wrote this poem, Ye Zhenxin already has a goal in mind, and the account will be settled by then.

Ye Zhen knew that with his own ability, if he broke out, not to mention a little Xiqi, it was just a stick of incense. In the human world, apart from the people of the big merchants, there might not be many people who could survive.

But if a country or a nation wants to become a real strong, it is impossible for one person alone, and he will leave this world in the future.

Only by awakening the heart of the strong, can arouse the unyielding pride of a nation, and become stronger step by step in the face of difficulties.

Just like in the world of Condor Shooting, when he was the emperor of Song Dynasty, with his own ability, even in the face of thousands of troops, one person was enough to destroy them all, but it didn't make much sense to do so.

Soldiers need iron and blood to forge their souls, and the same is true for nations!

However, the beams and pillars have been cut layer after layer, and the beams and pillars are nearly half gone, like a dog gnawing on them. The ink is still there, as if it had grown on Liang Zhu.

"Report to Prime Minister..." The two guards were dumbfounded.

"Why is that so!" Shang Rong frowned, feeling extremely flustered.

"Cut off this whole beam!" Bigan shouted again.

"If anyone finds out who carved the characters, I will definitely kill them!" Bigan sternly said, the people hadn't gone far before, and there must be no outsiders, so the person who carved the characters was someone from this temple.

But next, the beams and pillars that could barely be cut down were now as hard as diamond castings, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Don't cut it anymore, go back"

After the words fell, Ye Zhen turned around and left. The important minister had no choice but to find a way to deal with it as soon as possible, but Ye Zhen had to follow Ye Zhen's order.

Just before going out, Bigan ordered that from now on, no one is allowed to enter or leave the Nuwa Temple, and the guards are not allowed to leave.

Stepping forward quickly to block Ye Zhen's way, Bigan bowed his hands and saluted, "My lord! The abnormal shape of the beam must have been casted by a demon. I also ask the king to order Master Zhang, the Qin Tianjian, to come here and use the spell to break the beam. Demon law, destroy that silver poem as soon as possible!"

"Why do you want to destroy it? Since you can see that the beams and pillars have been casted by people, how can the empress Nuwa, who is a saint, not be able to see it? Moreover, the saint can pinch and count, and knows the past, present and future. We are just mortals." , I have tried my best, and I will leave the rest to Empress Nuwa," Ye Zhen said softly.

How could he be so easily angered if he could become a saint, and how could he be deceived by such a little trick.

Thinking back to the original trajectory of fate, the poem written by Di Xin is probably controlled by the person who hides his head and shows his tail, otherwise... how would this person who hides his head and shows his tail know, after all, Ye Zhen didn't want to leave this poem.

Besides, Empress Nuwa, who is also a saint, doesn't know the hidden truth, but in the eyes of outsiders, this is what Di Xin wrote. If she is not punished, what face will the saint have? Anyway, the original Di Xin is just a mere emperor in the world. In the eyes of the saints, it is not as good as ants, life and death are natural.

As for the person behind it, he has his own calculations.

Confused by that verse, after hearing what Ye Zhen said now, Bigan and the others thought about it, and it was indeed the case. If a saint could not distinguish right from wrong, he would not be honored as a saint.

However, the person who carved the lettering must be tracked down if he can. After all, things must come to light.

Not long after, a burst of immortal energy invisible to mortals entered the Nuwa Temple, and in the square, a woman dressed in white appeared suddenly, her appearance and figure were not inferior to Cailin Xiaobai's in the slightest, and she even vaguely surpassed her, only her upper body It is a person, but the lower body is a snake tail, and there are two red-clothed boys on both sides behind him.

Because of the previous incident, the Nuwa Temple was quite tense, and all the guards tensed up, but they turned a blind eye to the sudden appearance of the three people.

The woman in white swayed the tail of the snake, and entered the hall gracefully. With just one glance, she saw the beam that was chewed by a dog, and the poem on the beam.

"How courageous, this Emperor Xin dared to write such a blasphemy poem!" One of the boys holding a golden gourd was shocked. On the one hand, he was extremely angry, but on the other hand, he admired Ye Zhen, a mortal emperor. , mere ants, dare to despise the saint so much.

Nu Wa's eyebrows were lightly frowned, and she read the poem once, but her brows suddenly relaxed, "Caiyun, how did you determine that this poem was written by Di Xin?"

"What's so difficult about this, ma'am, today is the day when Shang Tang worships your majesty, and only Di Xin can enter this temple, and who else is there besides him!" the boy said respectfully.

Nuwa shook her head lightly, and with the movement, her blue hair swayed around her waist, "No, although someone can deceive the sky, this poem was not written by Di Xin."

After all... I am very familiar with the forbidden breath and mana fluctuations on this beam.

When Nuwa said this, the two boys behind him understood that someone might have played a trick on it, no wonder the beam was cut into such a shape, and they might want to destroy the poem, but in the end How can mortal power do it.

"But empress, mortals in the world are so stupid, they will definitely think that this poem was written by Di Xin. If you don't teach him some lessons, I'm afraid you will fall into the prestige of empress and saint." Caiyun boy said, like most practitioners, the lives of mortals will be destroyed. For example, the weeds on the side of the road are not a big deal at all.