The clouds began to roll and gather, and the light gradually became dim.
Gradually.
The daytime turned cloudy.
The light on the guard's halberd also disappeared.
The wind is picking up.
It blew the wide long-sleeved skirt of Emperor Jingyang.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and it is getting colder and colder.
The onlookers were all stunned.
Auspiciousness descends from heaven.
Is it really auspicious?
How is this possible?
Snap~! Snap~!
In the tripod.
The flames were still burning, and the flames were still beating enthusiastically. Except for them, everyone was shocked by the sight of Furui in front of them.
Emperor Jingyang stood where he was, still praying for blessings.
This is his last play.
He must finish the performance and perform it well.
After a good performance, people's hearts will definitely be in the right direction, and whatever work he is doing to seize power will be extremely easy.
Zhao Xiaole, Feng Dachuan, Wang Chong and others.
Once you lose the support of the people, you are just a man.
Who will take them seriously?
He closed his eyes and felt it slightly.
A cold wind blows.
It was scratched harshly on his face.
He feels cold.
But he couldn't open his eyes yet.
He had to wait until the time specified by the Lord Xuanshui before he could open his eyes.
Divine Lord Xuanshui described to him that when he opened his eyes, the scene he saw must be a scene of all the people kneeling down and worshiping.
At that time, the world will belong to him.
Emperor Jingyang knew it was not the right time yet.
He waited and waited.
My mind was also wandering wildly.
He was wondering what outsiders looked like at this time.
You must not have thought of it, right?
I can make God send Fu Rui down.
They should all be so shocked that they can't help themselves.
After a while, Emperor Jingyang thought of the imperial guards around him again, and he couldn't help but snorted in his heart.
When the ceremony is over, if you are unwilling to kneel down.
Someone will remember it for you.
Don’t blame me for settling the scores later in the year.
In fact, the situation in the outside world was similar to what Emperor Jingyang expected. At this moment, the imperial guards were confused and confused.
This is the first time I have seen such a scene.
They also seemed a little at a loss.
Except for a few generals who knew that Emperor Jingyang was deliberately pretending to be a ghost, everyone else was kept in the dark.
Even if it is said that Emperor Jingyang is pretending to be a ghost.
But how could he suddenly cause the sky to change?
If he didn't have this ability, how could he do it?
The clear sky just now and the gloomy clouds at this moment formed a sharp contrast, so sharp that many people began to waver.
They have to wonder, is it really possible to pretend to be a ghost?
Did you actually make it this far?
For things that cannot be explained, many people are willing to attribute them to gods and monsters. Once this is done, they will inevitably feel awe of them.
The development of science and technology has played the most important and prominent role in human beings, which is that people have learned to look at supernatural phenomena.
Breaking some old, bad, and even unnecessary fears.
Let people step out from under the wings of God.
Even if something cannot be explained, people will believe that it must have an explainable reason and rationality.
Reasonability is important.
Zhao Xiaole looked up at the sky and kept mumbling, "Yes, yes, if I didn't know that you guys have done a lot of bad things."
"It's good to get a job at Si Tianjian. If nothing else, the weather forecast is pretty accurate. I should be rewarded with a chicken drumstick!"
"It's a pity that you have no intention of serving the imperial court."
"It's a pity that I have to use these things to act like gods and to plan some greater interests for myself."
Zhao Xiaole also understood in an instant, why didn't you talk about strange powers and chaos? If you really talk about this stuff, you will lead a lot of people into trouble.
His words were naturally addressed to the white-robed demon behind him.
The demon in white robe did not ignore him, and sneered twice: "The prince is so smart, it is a pity to die so early."
"However, what I need to tell the prince is that if you believe in everything, there will be something, and if you don't believe it, there will be nothing. Why should you attribute everything to falsehood?"
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
I really can't talk to this monster.
His thinking has fallen into a dead end, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to get out in the future.
Off stage.
Among the many people and believers who were watching, some could not help but kneel on the ground and began to cheer loudly.
After a brief shock, their reaction was one of joy.
Great joy.
Fortune is coming from heaven, why not be happy?
The sound became louder and louder, and gradually, the altar was completely enveloped in cheers.
On the altar, in the streets, and in the wind, there were the sounds of people shouting and cheering.
"Furui descended from heaven...!"
"Red Flame God Lord, may you live long and prosperous...!"
"..."
Emperor Jingyang listened to their cheers and his eyelids twitched slightly on his upturned face.
Open.
At this moment, a drop of rain fell on his face against the cold wind.
Snap.
The sound is very slight.
Around the bustling altar, it was impossible for anyone except Emperor Jingyang to notice.
Emperor Jingyang became excited.
His throat trembled slightly and his beard twitched slightly. Finally, he used all the strength in his chest and prayed:
"God sends blessings to me, Jingyang!"
Pat! Pat!...!
The rain began to fall continuously, falling on the court, on the altar, on the people, on the armor of the guardsmen, and on the halberds in their hands.
At this moment, the rain falls.
The blessing ceremony is basically completed.
The cheers and roars of the surrounding people and believers became even louder.
Many people have already taken the initiative to become believers.
Although they have just become disciples, their number is increasing. In a short period of time, almost all the people in the venue have become followers of Emperor Jingyang.
Emperor Jingyang also slowly retracted his arm, looked into the field, and shouted: "The Red Flame God is here!"
"We pay our respects to Lord Red Flame!"
In the cold autumn wind, countless people knelt down on the ground and saluted the Red Flame God.
Even some of the imperial guards couldn't help but kneel down.
They were also shocked by the scene before them.
Zhao Xiaole sneered, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, it's really not bad. The world that I have worked so hard to conquer has been deceived by a few of you magicians. If you tell me, you will really laugh to death!"
Behind him, the white-robed demon slightly pulled out the long sword in his sleeve and sneered: "Your Majesty, this is God's will, why don't you stop struggling?"
Zhao Xiaole snorted softly and said, "What? God wants you to kill me too?"
rub!
The sound of swords sounded.
Zhao Xiaole could feel the chill rising behind him.
The white-robed demon slowly said: "Of course it is, so I have to dissuade the prince not to struggle. After all, it is hard to go against God's will!"
Even though he knew he was going to be killed, Zhao Xiaole still sat still, "Since you believe in God's will, I tell you that God's will will change soon."
How could the white-robed monster believe his nonsense?
He smiled coldly and said, "Your Majesty, please get on your way!"
Just when he was about to take action, there was a loud bang in the sky, which was clearly audible.
