Chapter 209

"Where is master? Is it easy? "

LV Shuan muttered. Looking around, no one was Yi Xiaofeng.

Han Yuan glared at him and scared him to shut up.

Almost slipped my tongue!

Others are also curious about where Yi Xiaofeng is and what he wants to do?

Qin Qinxue looked at the forbidden guards and eunuchs behind the altar and searched carefully.

She has an intuition that Yi Xiaofeng should be lurking in it.

Time goes on.

More and more families came.

More and more people are waiting in front of the altar, which has become a sea of people.

Boom——

Dark clouds rolled in and there was a faint sound of thunder.

The sky has changed.

Many people looked up.

"Tut Tut, thunder clouds gather in broad daylight. What's the sign?"

"It is said that some days ago, the divine beast red monsters haunted near the imperial city."

"It seems that the emperor is not very good."

"Keep your voice down and don't smash other people's fields."

"Not necessarily. The thunder robbery is not an ominous omen. It may herald the rise of the state of Wu."

……

The main doors whispered, and most of them didn't pay much respect to Zhuo Bingtian.

Although the Dynasty and Xiuzhen sect are interdependent, for the disciples of Dazhong sect, the power of the dynasty is despised by them.

The emperor took turns to sit, but the heads and patriarchs of the major sects often survived for hundreds of years.

It is worth mentioning that Zhuo Bingtian is a rare monk emperor.

Yi Xiaofeng is also observing the mutated celestial phenomena.

I hope it doesn't affect him.

Everyone waited patiently.

It was getting darker and darker, and thunder clouds rolled, but there was no torrential rain.

Finally.

The auspicious day has come.

The gate of the main hall of the palace suddenly opened and everyone looked up.

Zhuo pintian, wearing a Dragon Robe and a beaded imperial crown, walked out. At this moment, Zhuo pintian was full of imperial domineering, arrogant and arrogant.

All the imperial concubines, princesses and princesses met at the bottom of the main hall steps.

Zhuo Xianrong is among them.

Zhuo Bingtian took a step down, step by step, without haste or delay. His eyes stared at the stone tablet on the altar, firm and profound.

The sky above his head did not seem to affect him. He walked without hesitation.

When he stepped down the steps, all his royal relatives knelt down one after another.

No one spoke.

We must wait for Zhuo Bingtian to succeed in his accession to the throne and call our emperor long live when he returns.

All the way, where did Zhuo Bingtian go, the people on the left and right knelt down one after another, like a wave of people.

The momentum is spectacular, and players of major doors have recorded the picture one after another.

When Zhuo pintian passed by Yi Xiaofeng, he also knelt down.

He looked up at Zhuo Bingtian's back.

He could hardly contain himself.

Reason told him that it was the best time when Zhuo Bingtian returned.

Now that Zhuo Bingtian has not yet ascended the throne, he must be absorbed and vigilant.

After he ascends the throne, once his mood is relaxed, there will be an opportunity to take advantage of it.

I walked for a long time.

Zhuo Bingtian finally stepped onto the altar, and the three incense sticks on the tripod had been lit.

"I, Zhuo Bingtian, ascend the throne as Emperor today. I will inherit the last wishes of the former Emperor, rule the world with benevolence and justice, strive for national peace and peace, and hope the immortal gods of heaven and earth..."

Zhuo pin worshipped heaven and said in a loud voice throughout the imperial city.

Everyone in the city went to the street and looked at the palace.

Boom——

The stone tablets on the altar trembled violently, and thunder and lightning fell from the sky, intertwined on the stone tablets.

In an instant, a light and shadow rose from the stone tablet.

WOW——

Many monks were in an uproar. What is this?

Light and shadow turn into human shadow, as if the ancestors of the royal family of the state of Wu were revealed.

Yi Xiaofeng was also stunned.

Isn't this the ancestor of the state of Wu he destroyed before?

What's going on?

This guy's not dead yet?

Light and shadow didn't speak, but looked down on Zhuo Bingtian quietly.

He is incomparably majestic, like a mountain, which can be seen by the people in all corners of the imperial city.

Countless people knelt down and worshipped the light and shadow.

"It's really big."

The southern Qin venerable tut tut said a strange way, and his words were a little envious.

When he founded the southern Qin Dynasty, he didn't think of these tricks.

Yi Xiaofeng didn't think so much. He kept adjusting his breathing.

It's time to do it!

You must kill with one blow!

If he fails, he will be dead!

"Madder, that's exciting!"

Yi Xiaofeng thought to himself.

He was in a trance.

Zhuo Bingtian didn't listen carefully.

After Zhuo Bingtian finished and carried out a series of sacrificial rites, Yi Xiaofeng saw him turn and walk down the altar. He suddenly woke up.

He tried to calm down.

Zhuo Bingtian stepped down from the altar. The light and shadow on the stone tablet were still there. He watched him step by step towards the main hall of the imperial palace.

Boom!

A pillar of light fell from the sky and fell on Zhuo pin Tian. The Dragon Robe made a sound, and his momentum soared.

Qi luck!

The light column dissipated, and the forbidden guards and eunuchs on the left and right knelt down one after another.

"Long live my emperor!"

Zhuo pin Tian's face was expressionless and continued to move forward.

Along the way, the forbidden guards and eunuchs kept kneeling. Long live the emperor. Long live the emperor. It seemed like an infinite echo.

Every hundred steps, a pillar of luck fell from the sky and cast it on Zhuo Bingtian. His whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of light, just like an immortal walking in the world.

Various major sectors talked about it one after another:

"This is imperial luck?"

"No, it's Wu's luck."

"The theory of Qi Yun is true."

"Where does luck come from? From the gods? "

"This is true of the three dynasties. Every emperor has to inherit the luck of his ancestors when he ascends the throne."

……

Han Yuan, Liu ruqin and others also took it very seriously.

Jian Zhen sighed: "daqianzhou has a deep understanding of Qi and fortune."

Just then.

A forbidden guard suddenly rushed to Zhuo Bingtian.

Not Yi Xiaofeng!

This man pulled out his sword and killed Zhuo Bingtian like a cold light.

Zhuo Bingtian's face remained unchanged. Duke Xu suddenly appeared in front of the man and clapped him.

Boom!

The assassin was shot on the spot and turned into a blood mist.

Father Xu waved his sleeve, swept away the blood mist, and then quickly retreated.

From beginning to end, Zhuo Bingtian's steps didn't stop.

Everyone was frightened.

What a cruel means!

Yi Xiaofeng's eyelids jumped wildly.

Is the old eunuch so cruel?

The disciples of each sect began to talk about who sent the assassin just now.

Duke Xu's strong move deterred the secret assassin, and then no one dared to move again.

"Long live my emperor --"

Yi Xiaofeng watched a famous guard kneel down, and Zhuo Bingtian was getting closer and closer to him.

He tried to adjust his mood.

Father Xu's speed is very fast.

He must learn to predict and falsely shake father Xu, otherwise he will never succeed in the assassination.

Zhuo Xianrong looked at her father, looking very excited.

She suddenly glanced at Yi Xiaofeng.

She noticed that Yi Xiaofeng's hands were strange.

The left hand clenches the fist and the right hand assumes a half grip position.

This is

Sword holding posture!

Zhuo Xianrong frowned.

What is he doing?

Afraid of someone assassinating her father?

Somehow, Zhuo Xianrong suddenly thought of the story Yi Xiaofeng told her before.