I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 255 Taishan Fengchan
At the foot of Mount Tai, the mountain wind was howling, dark clouds were pressing down, and there seemed to be hidden thunder, ready to tear the world apart.

Between the mountains, a golden dragon-patterned carpet stretches from the square to the towering altar, like a giant golden dragon lying on the top of the mountain, taking everything in its arms.

Eight stone pillars carved with intricate runes pierced the sky. The runes emitted a faint light that was like the reflection of the River Styx, flowing with an indescribable mysterious aura. The black and gold ribbons wrapped around the stone pillars trembled slightly, as if they had life, and seemed to be whispering an ominous song.

Around the square, tens of thousands of royal guards stood solemnly, wearing armor and holding swords and spears like a forest. Between the light and shadow, a cold and hard aura of killing was revealed.

Civil and military officials stood with their heads bowed, dressed neatly, but they could not hide the fear and anxiety in their eyes.

Although they were wearing high hats and gorgeous clothes, they felt as if they were in hell at this moment. They were trembling and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was suffocating.

Under the altar, Zhao Dezhao, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a nine-tassel crown hanging low, walked slowly towards the altar.

The wind lifted the hem of his dragon robe, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife as he swept coldly across the square, making no effort to conceal his unparalleled ambition.

Pang Yu, who was following behind him, was wearing a black robe that dragged on the ground, with a hood that covered his head and face deeply, revealing only a face as cold as a snake.

His steps were slow and steady, his eyebrows were lowered, but he couldn't hide the fanatical smile in his eyes.

"His Majesty,"

Pang Yu's voice was low and hoarse, with a strange rhythm in his tone, full of bewitching power, "From today on, you will be the emperor of the Song Dynasty, the supreme ruler, the master of heaven and earth, worshipped by both humans and gods."

Zhao Dezhao nodded slightly, his voice as chilling as a chill wind:
"Today I will offer sacrifices to the gods at Mount Tai, to let the world know that I am the only legitimate ruler in the world! From now on, the dragon veins will be united, and the country will have a long-lasting destiny!"

His voice was deep and cold, and every word he said was like a carving knife striking at people's hearts.

Pang Yu lowered his head and smiled, saying respectfully:

"Everything is ready. Your Majesty, just be patient. I will help you reach the top of the sky and change your fate."

Zhao Dezhao raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to walk towards the altar.

"My dear friends!"

He stood in the center of the altar, looking down at the kneeling civil and military officials in the square. His voice was like thunder on the top of a mountain, echoing in the sky:
"Since ancient times, sage kings have always been governed by the Mandate of Heaven. Today, I follow the example of my ancestors and offer sacrifices to the gods on Mount Tai, announcing to heaven and earth: The orthodox Song Dynasty is like a dragon coiling around a tiger, and the national destiny will last forever! You are all my witnesses!"

As soon as these words came out, all the civil and military officials shouted in unison:

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

The sound was earth-shaking, but it couldn't hide the panic in my heart.

Zhao Dezhao smiled coldly and then raised his hands.

The eight stone pillars surrounding the altar suddenly lit up, and faint blue light shot out from the runes, converging into eight beams of light that shot up into the sky, shrouding the entire Mount Tai in a strange glow.

There was an indescribable chill in the air, even breathing was frozen.

The whispers around suddenly sounded, the sound was sharp and piercing, like countless ants crawling, drilling straight into people's minds, making people shudder.

The wind blew from all directions, blowing up the gold foil and silk on the steps.

Zhao Dezhao slowly raised the manifesto in his hand, his voice deep and deep, with unquestionable majesty:
"God is above, and Hou Tu is my witness! The Song Dynasty has a long history, but the destiny is not yet determined, and the dragon veins are turbulent. I uphold the orthodoxy of the Song Dynasty and obey the will of heaven to offer sacrifices to the gods at Mount Tai, in order to pray for the stability of the country and good weather!"

At this moment, hundreds of black-robed people under the altar raised their heads together, revealing faces without facial features. A faint blue light shone through the hoods on their heads, like dead will-o'-the-wisp.

The dark little hole on their smooth faces kept shrinking and expanding, chanting spells silently, and the sound seemed to resound directly into the depths of people's souls.

Zhao Dezhao stood in the center of the altar with his eyes closed, his dragon robe rustling, and his whole body shrouded in the glow of the golden dragon shadow, like a god descending to earth.

His eyes turned cold, and he suddenly unfolded the manifesto and continued reading it aloud.

However, what was recited this time was not the language of the human world, but some obscure and strange syllables. Every word was accompanied by a harsh vibration, as if it came from the eternal abyss.

In the manifesto, the syllables have already departed from the scope of language and are more like some kind of meaningless gibberish:

"*%$&$#%*^&..."

The sound resonated in the air and penetrated the eardrums faintly, making people dizzy, as if something deep in the soul was forcibly pulled out.

Following the rhythm of the syllables, the runes on the altar lit up with a faint glow, and the light spread to the top of the stone pillar, as if igniting the fuse of a catastrophe.

Suddenly, a low roar was heard in the air, as if an ancient giant beast had awakened from its slumber. The sound waves rolled in, carrying indescribable anger and resentment.

"Boom——"

As Zhao Dezhao read out the last sentence of the manifesto, the manifesto in his hand turned into ashes and was blown into the sky by the strong wind.

He raised his hands high, as if welcoming the gift from heaven and earth.

The golden dragon shadow hanging above his head suddenly swelled to a size of a hundred feet, let out an earth-shaking roar, and soared into the sky.

Around the altar, the civil and military officials were pale, some retreated quietly, and some simply crawled on the ground, not daring to look up. A timid minister lowered his voice and trembled:
"A true dragon has appeared... Your Majesty has summoned a true dragon!"

Before he finished his words, more strange shadows emerged from the depths of the dark clouds.

Those shadows were looming and had strange shapes. Some stretched out in the clouds like tentacles, while others were like giant black beasts with eyes all over them. Their postures were full of distortion and confusion, as if they came from a world that did not belong to the human world.

There are some things that are completely indescribable in words, and one can only feel endless chaos and madness. That kind of unrecognizable existence makes one's scalp tingle.

"Then...what is that?!"

"evildoer!"

"It's a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth! Demons are causing chaos!"

There was a burst of exclamations among the officials, and many of them collapsed to the ground, their faces pale and their hands and feet cold.

Zhao Dezhao slowly opened his eyes, with golden light flickering in his eyes, like a god.

He laughed loudly, his voice full of arrogance and complacency:
"This is destiny! I am the son of destiny. Anyone who dares to be my enemy is going against heaven!"

The golden dragon circled around him, its long body emitting a sacred and majestic glow.

However, upon closer inspection, the golden color of the dragon's shadow was mixed with a hint of dark purple evil light, and there seemed to be countless tentacle-like shadows wriggling under the dragon's scales, which looked extremely strange.

Pang Yu stood at the side of the altar, his hands folded in his sleeves, a faint sneer on his lips.

He glanced at the officials kneeling on the ground and said in a cold voice:
"My Lords, there is no need to panic. This is His Majesty releasing the power of the dragon veins and summoning strange phenomena from heaven and earth to show the prosperity of the Song Dynasty. It is a blessing for you to be able to witness such a scene." However, instead of calming everyone down, his words made more people look terrified.

The blurry shadows around the altar became clearer and clearer, gradually revealing their hideous faces.

At this moment, the golden dragon suddenly lowered its head and swooped down, circling around Zhao Dezhao, spitting out a golden light that completely enveloped him.

Zhao Dezhao stood in the center of the golden light, his dragon robe fluttering in the wind. His expression became increasingly grim, and the golden light shining on his face made him look more like a cold-blooded god than an ordinary man.

"Today is the day for the Fengshan ceremony. I have been granted the mandate of heaven. Anyone who defies me will be punished by heaven!"

His voice resounded through heaven and earth, like thunder in the sky, rolling into the ears of all officials, making them prostrate themselves on the ground involuntarily, not daring to look directly at his figure.

Only Pang Yu stood there, a cold smile on his face, muttering in a low voice:
"Li Qingyun, how many experts can you invite? Please don't let me down..."

On the altar, the twisted and cold golden dragon shadow hovered around Zhao Dezhao, and there was a strange scarlet light in the dragon's eyes.

The air was filled with murderous intent, and the sea of ​​clouds surged like a raging tide hitting the mountain tops.

At this moment, a long roar came from the sky, piercing through the rolling thunder, tearing through the dark clouds like a sword, shaking the heaven and earth.

"Zhao Dezhao! You are using the will of heaven as an excuse to deceive the emperor, and you still have the nerve to offer sacrifices to heaven and ceremonies?"

The sound exploded like thunder, resounding throughout the entire Mount Tai. All the ministers looked up and saw a group of people breaking through the air and coming in the sky, as fast as a meteor, and arriving in front of the altar in an instant.

The person leading the group was Li Qingyun, who was wearing a black robe.

His eyes were as fast as lightning, and he swept coldly over Zhao Dezhao and Pang Yu. Behind him followed Wang Xuanfu, Lu Dongbin, Zhongli Quan, and Nezha who was holding a fire spear and riding a wind-fire wheel.

Each of these land immortals on the Tiangang list has an aura as deep as the ocean, which makes the heaven and earth tremble.

Next to Li Qingyun, there was an old man wearing coarse linen clothes, but his majesty and bearing could not be concealed. He was the real emperor Zhao Zhen who was rescued by Li Qingyun!

When the civil and military officials saw this scene, they were immediately shocked. They all knelt on the ground, whispering in panic.

Zhao Dezhao's face suddenly changed, but he sneered and forced himself to remain calm, shouting:
"Li Qingyun, you are so brave! How dare you collude with the rebels and bring a fake here to cause trouble? I knew that you are still a remnant of evil, and I will make sure you die today without a burial place!"

Pang Yu smiled slightly and said slowly:

"Li Qingyun, you are quite capable. You actually managed to find an old man from nowhere to impersonate the emperor.

"Unfortunately, this clumsy trick may fool others but not us.

"The blood of the true dragon has long been flowing in your body. How can you, a fake, desecrate it?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyun smiled coldly, took a step forward, and his gaze pierced into Zhao Dezhao's heart like an icy sword:

"The truth and falsehood are in the hearts of people. Today I will show you what is the destiny of a true dragon and what is a fake thief who steals the country."

After he said that, he suddenly raised his hand, and a golden light shot out from between his fingers and gently touched Zhao Zhen's brow.

A golden light suddenly burst out from between Zhao Zhen's eyebrows, and a huge aura suddenly rose from his body!

His figure was shrouded in golden light, his hair and beard moved without wind, and he looked like a god descended from heaven.

"hold head high--!"

A deafening dragon roar was heard, and several golden dragon shadows suddenly rushed out from above Zhao Zhen's head. The dragon shadows were only a dozen feet in size at first, but they suddenly expanded to a hundred feet in an instant, with overwhelming power, like gods descending to earth, forming a sharp contrast with the hideous and twisted golden dragon above Zhao Dezhao's head.

The golden dragon shone like gold all over, with its whiskers flying and its eyes filled with righteousness. It circled in the clouds, roaring so loud that it shook the mountains and rivers.

"Real dragon! It's the real dragon appearing!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

All the officials knelt on the ground, not daring to even raise their heads, and their loud shouts rose one after another, shaking the whole valley.

They had seen the dragon shadow summoned by Zhao Dezhao, but compared with the golden dragon before them, it was just an evil creature from the underground underworld. How dare it compete with a real dragon?
Zhao Dezhao's face was as pale as paper, and the twisted dragon shadow around him trembled slightly. It did not dare to face Zhao Zhen's golden dragon head-on, and simply retracted above his head. Only a dark shadow was left wandering around him, looking extremely pitiful and ridiculous.

"How can it be!"

Zhao Dezhao clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger and fear, "I have already controlled the power of the dragon veins, why would I be suppressed by an impostor!"

Seeing this, Pang Yu's eyes darkened slightly, and a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart, but he forced himself to remain calm and shouted in a cold voice:

"This is just a trick! Li Qingyun used some evil magic to create a false scene to deceive you! The true dragon bloodline has been returned to Your Majesty, you must not be deceived!"

Zhao Zhen finally spoke after hearing this, his voice deep and majestic:

"Pang Yu, Zhao Dezhao, I was imprisoned by you and was on the verge of death several times. Now I finally see the light of day again. You are nothing but traitors, how dare you put the country in ruins!"

These words were so powerful that they shocked all the officials and made them look sideways.

No one is a fool. Everyone has a vague idea that Zhao Dezhao has impersonated Zhao Zhen to ascend the throne. Seeing the situation today, the doubts in everyone's mind are becoming more and more difficult to calm down.

Li Qingyun smiled coldly, his eyes piercing Zhao Dezhao like a knife:
"Zhao Dezhao, you stole the dragon vein, stole the throne, deceived the world and stole the name. The destiny is no longer in your hands. If you surrender today, you still have a chance of survival. Otherwise, I will personally eliminate the rebels and give justice to the people of the world!"

Zhao Dezhao's face was terribly gloomy. He suddenly laughed wildly toward the sky, his voice filled with hysterical anger:
"Li Qingyun! Zhao Zhen! Since you are so ignorant of your own life and death, I will kill all of you traitors here today to uphold the will of heaven!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped the altar around him. Suddenly, a black light appeared, and the dragon shadow that had shrunk into his body suddenly expanded again, turning into a hundred-foot-long black dragon that soared into the sky and roared towards Zhao Zhen's golden dragon.

At the same time, Pang Yu sneered, raised his hand and threw out a pitch-black token from his sleeve. The token was engraved with obscure runes, and exuded a piercing evil spirit, shrouding the entire altar in shadow.

"boom--!"

The two dragon shadows collided violently in mid-air, the golden light and the black air entangled and collided, erupting with a deafening roar, shaking the mountain top continuously.

The dragon robe on Zhao Dezhao was already bulging, his eyes were glowing scarlet, and he looked hideous and terrifying.

"Today, I want you traitors to die without a burial place!"

After saying that, he roared, and his figure leaped up. The dragon shadow above his head suddenly swelled, and once again turned into a giant of a hundred feet, rushing straight towards Li Qingyun with murderous aura!

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(End of this chapter)