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Chapter 3 The Three Emperors of the Fire Cloud Palace discuss matters, Chaoge City proclaims the order of heaven

Huoyun Palace

Southeast of Juzhen, Zhongtian Shengyue;

Furong Peak is full of dragons, and Zigai Ridge is majestic. The herbs are fragrant, and the flavor furnace is full of smoke and cranes.

"My luck as a human race seems to have improved a lot."

Fuxi, who was sleeping, opened his eyes and woke up Shennong and Xuanyuan beside him.

"The Great Tribulation of the Gods and the destruction of Shang and Zhou Xing have become certain. How can the luck of the human race increase? Isn't it a miscalculation?" Shen Nong said.

Fuxi did not reply. He waved his hand to the void and derived the Eight Diagrams. After deducing it carefully for a moment, he said: "Brother Xuanyuan Emperor, the Xuanyuan Sword that you were deprived of by the law of heaven has been born."

"The Kunwu Sword was born?!" Xuanyuan said in surprise, "I remember that this sword later belonged to Dayu. He used it to temporarily stop the world-destroying flood, but then the sword broke and the remains were taken away by the heavens. How could it be possible for him to be born?

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"I can't figure out how it was born. It seems that it was isolated for a few days, but it was indeed born, and it reached the hands of the prince of this generation."

"And it seems that both Nuwa and Shang Zishou have escaped a big disaster, and their luck has increased by more than 10%." Fuxi took a long breath and stopped the calculations in his hands.

"Could this be the turning point in the catastrophe for the human race here?" Shennong asked.

Fuxi pondered for a long time: "It is very possible that the two emperor brothers know the details of this catastrophe."

Xuanyuan and Shennong naturally knew about the Great Tribulation of the Gods, but they were far less thorough than Fuxi, the man who created Bagua himself.

He explained it in detail.

The Great Tribulation of the Gods is a great catastrophe of heaven and earth in this world that cannot be avoided and cannot be avoided.

Everyone who is selected can only choose to be robbed.

But Ying Jie does not mean that you must die. There are different ways.

It's just that although the major religions and the Emperor of Heaven can show their magical powers here, they can even gain wanton benefits through the catastrophe.

But the human race cannot do it. The human race is the center of this great catastrophe. The destruction of Shang and Zhou Xing has become a certainty. How can mortals fight against the saints, disciples, and gods of various religions?

If the three emperors had a way to change, they would naturally not want to destroy such a prosperous world in the lower world and let human beings become sacrifices for a great catastrophe and be killed in front of the saints and immortals of various religions.

But they can only do nothing and can only guard the Huoyun Palace.

"But the Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of the human escapes, now that glimmer of hope seems to be coming out." Fuxi looked up from a high position, his eyes looking to the east. "But, I am afraid that if it fails, the fate of the human race will be counted by the sky.

It is destined to be even more tragic."

"The human race of our generation has risen against the odds. Since we have been given this chance, why not go against the trend this time?" Xuanyuan said softly.

Shennong also expressed his attitude: "Even if nothing can be changed, there should be no reason for us to stop our own people."

"Then it's better for everyone to show their magical powers and use their meager strength." A burst of yellow light flew out of Fuxi's arms and went towards the world.

"good"

"good"

The screen turns back to Chaoge

"Your Majesty, are you really not going to the Wa Palace to worship? Now that your Majesty has the Xuanyuan Sword, you will definitely not be deceived again." Shang Rong's face was a little flustered.

"There's no need to go. Just for writing a poem, my entire human race has been punished. But I don't know how to punish just me. Why sacrifice to such a degenerate god?" He waved his hand in disgust.

The civil and military officials who followed him secretly slandered him but did not want to get into trouble: "This can be considered a trivial matter. An ancient saint like Empress Nuwa would definitely not be able to tolerate such blasphemy in poetry."

"Nuwa Empress has done great merit to me in this world. She once used five-color stones..." Shang Rong still didn't want to give up.

"If you say one more thing, I will send you to the Nuwa Temple to serve as a shaman and offer sacrifices to the goddess Nuwa in your heart every day. It must be much more pious than if I go there once in a while." Seeing that he kept talking, she became even more angry.

Shang Rong stopped talking and did not dare to persuade him any more.

But Zishou did not want to let him go and said: "I remember that you have a son. Let him stay in Nuwa Palace for a full year. He is not allowed to return to Chaoge within one year."

"If I, Dashang, are not blessed by Nuwa this year as you said, I will be punished for my incompetent upbringing."

Seeing that Shang Rong only gave him an insignificant punishment, he continued to accuse him.

King Zhou didn't bother to get angry anymore when he saw him like this, "It's noon, let's open the altar and tell heaven."

The fact that the emperor wanted to announce his decree to heaven has been widely known to everyone, and the people have been allowed to visit. The surrounding area has already been surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

Although no one knew what the Shang King and Wang Xiang were arguing about before, everyone could hear clearly the words that opened the forum, and they instantly became energetic.

The time of noon was naturally chosen carefully.

The more people there are, the farther this announcement can be spread, and the harder it is to be distorted.

Zishou walked up the stairs and bowed to the stone tablet in the center of the altar.

"Everyone in the world says that although we, the human kings, are human kings, we are also the sons of heaven. Only by accepting the destiny from heaven can we become kings."

"I don't know where this title comes from or what the reason is."

"But my ancestor Chengtang drove seventy chariots and led six thousand soldiers to fight against Jie in the battle. He won a great victory and entered the palace gate. He won the hearts of the world from his rebellion against Jie. He promoted the virtuous and treated the people well, and everyone from far and near surrendered. Therefore,

King of the world, this is the virtue of our ancestors, why do you do what you are destined to do?”

"Today I have deposed the title of Emperor. I do not inherit the destiny of Heaven. I only inherit the fate of the country of Great Shang and the fate of the human race. From now on, I, the King of Great Shang, will only be called the King of Humans!"

The human king said silently, and swung his sword to cut off the stone tablet that had endured countless worships for an unknown period of time.

Rolling dark clouds suddenly formed in the sky, and thunder shook and roared abnormally.

Zi Shou pointed his sword at the sky, and nine yellow dragons rushed up from the Xuanyuan sword. The roar of the dragons resounded through the sky, and the thunder clouds instantly dissipated without a trace.

The ministers in the audience were in an uproar.

Not offering sacrifices to Nuwa is not a big deal, but dethroning the title of emperor is a real big deal! Didn’t you see that God was angry!

The thunder punishment was sent down, but it was cut down by the emperor's sword in one fell swoop.

But what can they do?

After all, King Shang did not like sacrifices and did not respect ghosts and gods. He had always been like this during his seven years in power.

Now that I had received such great stimulation in the previous hall, it was not surprising to learn that I had been bewitched by heaven because I went to worship Nuwa, so it was not surprising to do such a thing.

In addition, Zishou moved out of his ancestors, how can they refute? Could it be said that the success of King Tang in the world depends entirely on God and has nothing to do with his own personal struggle?

"Your Majesty, please think twice." Shang Rong, who originally wanted to protect himself wisely, looked at all the civil and military officials without saying a word, so he could only act as the leader again.

He felt that what King Zhou said might make sense, but this was in the eyes of all the people. Nowadays, all the people respected heaven and earth, and suddenly they took such a big step. From now on, they would no longer be called emperors, but only kings of men?

Even if God will not punish him, if the eight hundred princes and kings use this as a reason to rebel, it will probably be able to win over a group of people.

But Zishou had already made up his mind and said: "My dear, there is no need to persuade me any more. Since the barbaric period, our human race has relied on this fragile body to compete with other races, slash and burn, hunt animals, create writing, collect herbs, and build houses."

, If our ancestors had not continued to strive for self-improvement, why would we be able to eat like we are today?"

"Only by being courteous to your subordinates and accepting wise words can you rule the world. Only by establishing a country with laws and putting people first can you dominate the princes. What does this have to do with heaven and gods?"

"Today, my prince will dethrone the title of Emperor if he accepts it. Whoever dares to use this title again in future generations will be punished by the whole world. Whoever dares to persuade him now will be executed and his head will be passed down to nine sides."


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