Chapter 677 God’s Choice
Chapter 677 God’s Choice
Lan Jicai pointed at Harukhan who was collapsed opposite him.
"Let's not talk about other things. Lord Mahakala is the incarnation of the sky. Besides, there is also the Goddess of Fortune. We can still stop them in our country, but when it comes to Beiting, the two are similar in nature and are like fish in water.
Therefore, the people of Beiting have always been deeply influenced and infiltrated by the Great Snow Mountain. During the Daqian period, among the eight major tribes, at least one-third of the people and tribes changed their allegiance and believed in the Great Snow Mountain.
Look at Harukhan again. He is said to be the reincarnation of the Naiman King, the core of the Naiman tribe, and almost the number one genius in Beiting. However, he also practices the Black Heaven Method of the Great Snow Mountain. Perhaps he has more believers now, more than half. "
"The court doesn't care?"
Liang Qu always felt that the things in the Great Snow Mountain were very evil, and it would not be a good thing to allow them to expand their influence.
"How do we manage it?" Lan Jicai asked, "You are a Dashun person, and you want the people of Beiting not to believe? Not to listen? Not to watch?
It took Dashun a lot of effort to seize Liujin Sea. Beiting was too far away to reach it, and the Daxue Mountain was impenetrable.
When you lead your troops to conquer the entire Beiting or the Great Snow Mountain, and use force to convince people, one northern province and one western province, then issue a decree, maybe it will work. "
"Ahem, Mr. Lan, you're joking. What happened to Zhen Gang opening his eyes just now?"
Liang Qu recalled the itchy feeling all over his body when Mahakala half-opened his eyes, and he still felt a chill.
Nothing good will happen if you let the other person open his eyes.
It's so weird that it doesn't look like real energy at all.
Lan Jicai glanced at Liang Qu: "God's Chosen One."
The Chosen One?
Liang Qu was intimidated by the title and was about to ask more questions when he heard cheers and applause.
Look up.
Envoy Batu looked unhappy.
All the civil and military nobles in the court, who had just stroked their beards before, now smiled.
Sunar and Baibuhua lay down and looked at the sky, and the two scimitars were nowhere to be found.
The Tianyu Guards threw their colleagues high into the air and carried the winners back like trophies.
Won!
There were four games in total, and half of them were cut down directly!
The two people who ended up like Liang Qu were unable to move, with wounds all over their bodies. They took a few pills to recover.
The three of them sat on the chairs together.
The two looked at each other.
lol.
"Two games left, hold on!"
Meng Qiang was so excited that he patted the shoulders of the remaining five Tianyu Guards, selected three of them, supported their backs and let them go on stage.
The music director rang the bell, "Horse Trampling Music" played, and Liang Qu looked towards Lan Jicai.
Lan Jicai answered without being asked: "You know that after the death of the Grandmaster and the Martial Saint, there will be remnants left, right?"
"know."
"The remnants have many uses, such as the Temple of Heaven, weapon casting... too many to list. If the strength is sufficient, after death, through special methods, people can worship it, and it can be transformed into a semi-god. It can become a certain established ritual. Whatever is put in, will come out again."
Sounds like some sort of established operating procedure...
Liang Qu rubbed his chin.
"You have actually seen it."
"I have seen him before?" Liang Qu was puzzled. "Where have I seen him before? Please tell me clearly, Mr. Lan."
Lan Jicai looked around and leaned close to Liang Qu's ear.
"Ghost Mother! The message that was brought along with you to the altar says what you know."
Liang Qu suddenly realized.
So that's what is happening.
So, ten people in the living position, ten people in the dead position, and all twenty people are God's chosen ones?
Wait a moment.
"I know if you wrote it?"
"If I don't write it down and the news leaks out, how can I find someone to hold accountable?"
"..."
Lan Jicai straightened up and said, "Mahakala and that damn thing are essentially the same thing, but to achieve this level, one must be at least a top martial saint, or even stronger.
It is rumored that the true power of Mahakala cannot be obtained through practice. It should be that one needs to obtain the so-called partial rituals and become a chosen one of God before being able to practice.
If you hadn't shot me in the end, Lord Mo would have had to save you. If you had really let Lord Mahakala take a look at you, with your level, you would have been skinned alive if you didn't die!"
From the top martial saints upwards...
No matter how strong it is... "Come to think of it, where did you learn that last move? How did you learn it? Considering your realm and power, it almost has the style of a ritual, but you definitely used it yourself."
Today's battle, both the process and the result, were beyond everyone's expectations.
Harukhan's power was shocking, but Liang Qu was even more of a knife-cut on the butt, which opened people's eyes.
The moment Lord Mahakala opened his eyes.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is a ritual of the gods. This is not just a matter of realm and strength, but also a crushing of the life level.
It was estimated that the Holy Emperor thought he was going to be defeated, but Liang Qu Leng wielded the Fu Bo and fired a shot that no one expected, smashing the Lord Mahakala and breaking the losing situation.
"I learned it from the white ape." Liang Qu said without hesitation.
"White ape?" Lan Jicai was stunned. He knew Liang Qu had many monster friends, and they could be called friends of Jianghuai animals. "That's spearmanship. How could a monster learn that?"
"I don't know. I'll ask it some other day."
"You boy!"
"Wow!"
There was a sudden noise in the venue.
Liang Qu rolled his eyes and looked towards the square.
In just a few moments, the competition turned out to be unexpectedly brutal.
Among the enemy Tianyu Guards, one of them had his entire right arm missing, and the oozing blood dyed half of his body red, but he gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and pierced the enemy's chest!
Left chest, heart!
The bright red tip of the knife pierced through the body.
After a successful strike, we will pursue the opponent and cut his throat!
Blood spurts.
The Beiting man covered his throat and groaned, his eyes full of disbelief. It seemed that he had never expected the other party to be so decisive in cutting off his arm and replacing his injury.
The other four were in equally tragic condition, covered in blood, but it was far from a life-and-death situation.
There was a moment of dead silence.
Batu jumped into the arena, decisively admitted defeat, dragged away the injured, and gave them medicine for treatment.
For the Tiger Hunting Master, the heart and throat injuries are not fatal, but if it is delayed for too long, it is very likely to cause hidden injuries. In the future, he will be lacking in strength in any battle, and will be no different from a useless person at the same level.
"Huh!"
Tianyuwei spat, staggered, picked up the broken arm from the ground and held it high.
The Taiyue Commander struck the Huangzhong and Dalu instruments directly, shaking the square.
The wind of bravery is blowing!
The envoys from various countries remained silent.
Tigers are not afraid of the enemy, and martyrs are not false.
The people of Dashun are as brave as the barbarians of Beiting!
"Good boy!" Meng Qiang patted his shoulder, then looked at the severed arm. The cut surface was smooth and flat, and he felt a little sad and guilty. "It can be connected, don't worry! Go stop the bleeding! Find a pharmacist!"
Everyone was in a panic.
The young eunuch beside the Holy Emperor hurried over and stopped everyone.
"Your Majesty said that a broken mirror cannot be mended. After all, a broken arm will be inferior to the original one if it is reattached. So I'll just discard this one. I'll use medicine to grow another one after the court session."
The broken-armed Tianyu Guard kowtowed respectfully to the Holy Emperor.
What a big deal.
It would definitely take a lot of resources to regenerate the severed limbs of the Tiger Hunting Master.
But what happened today was worth it!
Three wins in four games.
"The last one!"
Meng Qiang held his shoulders, stretched his muscles, and looked at the only three people left on the opposite side.
Unexpectedly, there was a little noise in the west.
Batu stood in front of the Holy Emperor, stroked his chest and whispered.
Just for a moment.
The roll call was heard everywhere.
Everyone was stunned.
"Everyone gave up?"
(End of this chapter)