The entire imperial city and the entire Jin Dynasty seemed to have fallen into a fanatical atmosphere of extreme tacit understanding.

The call of God's Conquest.

These four words are enough to make the entire Jiuzhou in the world go crazy.

He is hope! He is a miracle! He is faith!

He is the only hero who has been able to give birth to the first dynasty of God in the world for all ages.

The summoning of the Divine Conquest is the person who is the Gods of the Void God Realm, and even the gods in the Three Thousand Star Domain World are envious of it.

Even though the Eleventh Prince was too young at this moment, his cultivation was even worse than the secret masters of several major families, but the mark on him was enough to make them surrender and kneel down.

Because behind him, there are infinite unknown possibilities.

At this moment, the people who were kneeling devoutly on the ground all remembered tacitly that the first chosen person who was the God-Summoning Summoned in the ancient and long-lasting continent was born.

Under the leadership of the Divine Conquest, his people, his hundreds of faiths, and the land under his feet were all selected by the "Heaven" as the new kingdom of the Star Domain. Under the illumination of the starlight, the entire continent ascended not only by someone!

But any creature on the land, who is willing to protect the gods, can ascend to become a god!

That was the golden age of the world since the founding of the world!

Even at this moment, the horizontal stars running on the celestial track still have the kingdom of gods that once belonged to the human world standing on the nine heavens.

At this moment, people have forgotten the war and the world. This is not life or death.

What they see now is mediocrity and becoming a god!

Bending your knees and surrendering to the new emperor is the way to heaven that thousands of ordinary people yearn for!

What is even more exciting is that such a rare opportunity in a thousand years has given them the way of practice, but it is not the way of asceticism and loneliness.

They can work with their family, children, and high hall to escape from the mortal fetus, break out of the cycle of death, and become a new god.

How can this not make people excited, how can it not make people surrender from the bottom of their hearts?

At this moment, the stronger the desire in people's hearts, the stronger the hatred and murderous intention of His Royal Highness who was hindered from the ascension road.

At this time, most people would not remember that the prince had gone to the north alone to regain their territory and glory inch by inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch in

They would not remember the Ye family army fighting bloody battles on the battlefield, sleeping in the snow, and wrapping their bodies with horses and legs. They would not remember the Li Yue-Er Congress, who was eyeing them at the covetous time because of their negligence and naive thoughts, could be at the city at any time.

The eleventh prince Qin Hao looked cold and arrogant. Looking at the black crowd kneeling beneath his feet, he suddenly realized that the distant throne that he had longed for but could not get was so easy to use at this moment.

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He waved his scepter, and the golden light spread to the earth like the grace of the gods, and the golden phosphorescence shone like golden powder on the people who bowed to him.

Qin Hao's black robe was flew with indescribable majesty: "I am summoned by God and surrendered to me. I will use the authority in my hands to pierce the darkness, kill the evil spirits, and carry you to the lord! Go straight up! Ninety thousand miles!"

Those golden divine lights fell on people's expressions with a certain rhythm. At this moment, the Yuanli of Heaven and Earth was actually incorporated into their bodies by themselves. The sea of ​​Qi that never existed in the Dantian also condensed the power of the golden cyclone that allowed the mortals to unimaginable.

The children of the aristocratic families are even more obvious. They are closest to Qin Hao, and the divine gifts they receive are even stronger. The star sand between the eyebrows is bright, and people have built a bridge between the soul and the sea of ​​consciousness and the world at almost the same time.

People are below, stars are above.

There is an invisible and magical bridge between them. The terminal of the bridge is a star belonging to a divine realm plane. The star is many times stronger and purer than the natal star ignited by his ascetic practice.

That is an ancient star belonging to the star general class. If you can continue to get the divine fingerprints, you will include the star in your spiritual platform.

In the future, you will be able to achieve great success of good deeds and ascend to God, and your position will definitely not be too low.

Yes, the war between the north and the south is now tight, and they are content with the imperial city. The great contribution comes from the prince of the Ye family.

The prince brought them peace and stability.

But the future new king in front of him can bring them supreme glory.

How to make a decision has its own fixed number.

The princes, dukes, princesses, princesses, court officials, princesses, people, and merchants all knelt at his feet, and accepted the kindness of heaven with gratitude.

Longe is so powerful!

This great gift is undoubtedly a true loving grace that people sincerely recognize in their hearts.

Some people burst into tears, some chanted praises loudly, some people took off the dagger from their boots and engraved the four words "Son of the King of the Emperor" in their hearts, just like some kind of divine belief, chanting them from time to time, and offering their own admiration.

The young prince's face was filled with brilliance, the ferocious beasts on his body were ferocious, the blood flames were surging, the cauldron in front of him was full of energy, the python robe was bathed in the fire, and the energy was disordered.

The entire imperial city fell into a different kind of peaceful atmosphere, chanting, and kissing the earth, as if this mountain and river had long become a new land of gods in people's expectations.

At this moment, the young prince frowned slightly because he saw a kneeling person standing up openly in the corner of the crowd, picking off the flowers of gifts on his chest, and throwing them to the ground and lying with the mud and dust.

Those people dressed very ordinary.

Often, anyone who has entered the Huajie and Lane will recognize their outfits.

They are women in brothels.

It is the business woman who is famous and the princes and grandchildren who say "The business woman does not know the hatred of the country, but still sings the back garden across the river."

They were wearing silk clothes and had never been equipped with a half-inch sharp blade, but their weak and charming eyes were sharp.

At this moment, the beggar with a hunched body also walked out of the crowd tremblingly, threw away the broken bowl and bamboo pole, and raised an angry and cold eyes from the messy hair like dry grass.

One after another, an old woman untied the apron she wore when cooking at home and took out a kitchen knife from her waist.

An old man found a rusty hatchet from the pile of firewood and resisted it on his shoulders.

A blacksmith dragged a long hammer to wipe away the hot sweat from his forehead, walked on the street, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm with a spit.

They were born in the market, very poor, and national affairs were not something they should consider.

The businesswoman only knew how to enjoy the fun on the bed, enjoy the joy and be kind to the guests, and exchange for a hot meal to fill his stomach.

The beggar could only hunch over his body, and his life fought against the cold cold. He survived the cold winter, lived like duckweed and asked for a reward of money.

The old woman and the old man are already in their 80s. At this moment, they should cook soup and dishes for their grandson at home.

Tea is too much better than wine. When the blacksmith came, he drank a pot of cold wine in the shop, and his heart was boiling.

At this moment, everyone stopped singing gratefully and kowtowed devoutly. The people of the city, the princes and marquises, looked at the women, old men and beggars walking on the official road.

They walked forward step by step, kneeling among the crowd on the ground, as if someone had realized something at this moment, and then they showed shame and struggle, and then stood up to follow.

After some people showed shame, they looked down at the flowers between their chests, which were replaced by their longing for the future and their passion. Then their eyes returned to indifference and continued to kneel down.

Today, those who walk on the road will inevitably become mud in the future, scattered and displaced in this ordinary land.

Today, they kneel humbly and piously in the dust. In the future, they will stand on the nine heavens, the divine light shines on the earth, and enjoy a life of endless life!

There was no battle for a moment of urgency.

The hero is short of breath, and what is even more ridiculous is that the ordinary people standing on the official road and walking step by step towards the Zhaixing Platform are just lowly, inconspicuous, and dirty little people in the imperial city.

Qin Hao gently tapped the scepter in his hand, and under the radiance, his voice rumbling like thunder sounds pouring into his ears, and he was powerful without anger. It was hard to imagine that this would be the sound made by a teenager:

"You dare to despise God's grace."

The woman in the world fell into her hands. Her face was pale and her expression was fear of death, but her eyes were unwavering: "Since it is a gift, it should also be given the right to accept or not."
Chapter completed!