Time flies, and a month passes in the blink of an eye.

Although I am not sure whether the top ten vassal kings will come, I have to do a full set of things by doing the show.

During this month, Yuhua Palace was a ritual of the Lord of Gods prepared completely according to the scale of the death of the Lord of Gods of All Dynasties.

With the arrival of the festival day.

This day, Xihe Palace.

Xihe Palace is a palace where the dragon body is placed before the gods of all dynasties are buried in the tomb of the Divine Mausoleum. As the name suggests, it means driving a crane to go west.

At this time, in the Xihe Palace, the dragon coffin coffin was hung high, and the white silk was floating.

Whether it was the royal family or the civil and military officials of the court, they were all covered in plain white with sad faces.

Ning Fan and Luo Qingxian were also among them. The gods died. As the only princess and prince consort in the divine dynasty, they naturally had to be present.

However, Ning Fan was absent-minded, after all, he had known that this was a play.

At that time, he was observing the arrangement of the royal family. On the surface, there was a scene of a god-lord's death in the Xihe Palace, and the whole day was filled with sadness.

But in the dark, countless guards of the divine dynasty and the Imperial Guards had already been ambushed among the several palaces around the Xihe Palace.

Of course, the royal family knew that these guard soldiers could only deal with enemies under the Martial Saint, so vaguely, Ning Fan also felt that there was a little more obscure Martial Saint's aura deep in the palace, which should be the hidden powerhouse used by the royal family to deal with the Martial Saint's enemy.

"I hope today, I won't be able to take action!"

Finally, Ning Fan shook his head and withdrew his observing gaze.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Soon, the time was not long, with four dull bells.

The festival officially begins.

Then, there are a series of processes.

Until the end.

"Please worship the foreign ministers!"

As the official of the ritual spoke, the gate of Xihe Palace opened, and outside the door was filled with foreign ministers returning from all over the territory.

"Ask, the Governor of the Nine Gates, enter the palace to worship!"

"Advisor, General Zhendong, enter the palace to worship!"

"Ask, King Yanyun, come to the palace to worship!"

“…”

Amid the loud shouts of the ritual officials, a group of foreign ministers entered the Xihe Palace to worship one after another.

These people didn't know that all this was false, and they all believed that the god Lord Lin Taixu had passed away. Whether it was due to true or false intentions, they showed more sadness and more sadness than the other.

For a moment, cries and sadness lingered throughout the Xihe Palace.

After a series of worship.

Gradually get it.

There were fewer and fewer people outside the palace. Although there were many vassal kings, there were no ten vassal kings waiting for by the royal family.

In the dark.

Prince Wulong, Eunuch Wei and others were communicating.

"It's getting late, why haven't the top ten vassal kings come yet!"

"Did the top ten vassal kings see through our plan?"

"Damn it! If they don't come, we will make preparations for a month, and it won't be empty!"

"Wait a little longer. If you really don't come, then think of other ways!"

“…”

After everyone communicated, they continued to wait patiently.

It was not until noon that according to custom, the dragon coffin was about to be buried in the Shenling Mausoleum, but the ten vassal kings still disappeared.

"It seems that the top ten vassal kings have seen through our plans and dared not come!"

"This is also a good thing, proving that the top ten vassal kings are still full of fear of the palace, and their background is not strong!"

Finally, Mr. Wei publicly comforted him.

Then, the eldest prince Lin Tianyuan stood up and wanted to tell everyone the truth.

But before he could speak, he heard a sudden sound of sadness outside the palace.

"Oh!"

As everyone turned their eyes and saw ten figures coming one by one, some were tall and burly, some were short and clown, some were as beautiful as black men, some were handsome, some were so handsome, and so on, with different appearances, heights and different dresses.

The only similar thing is that all ten people held their heads and chests, walked with dragons and tigers, and were full of momentum.

At this time, the ritual official shouted loudly.

"Please invite, King of Heaven, King of Green Nether, King of Vajra, King of All Things, King of Purple Luo, King of Black Flame, King of Split River, King of Wind and Thunder, King of Cangyun, King of Wu, enter the palace to worship!"

The top ten vassal kings... are here!

As the ten vassal kings entered the Xihe Palace, the originally disappointed Prince Wulong and others were immediately shocked!

After singing a big show for a month, the protagonist is finally here!

"Taixu God Lord, go all the way!"

"Taixu God Lord, you have only been in your prime for more than 800 years. Why did you die after you die?"

"Taixu God Lord, our ten kings are here to send you your last journey!"

As soon as the ten vassal kings entered the Xihe Palace, they spoke one after another, showing sadness.

Then, ten people lit four incenses in their hands of serving, and kowtowed at the dragon coffin.

After bowing, ten people stepped forward to put in incense and burn paper.

During the whole process, the ten people did not look at anyone, as if they were unsuspecting. This made Prince Five Dragons and others secretly happy and sent a message to prepare their subordinates.

Just as the Five Dragon Prince was about to take action, the Dragon King, who was inserting incense and burning paper in front of him, raised his eyes and looked at the dragon coffin.

"Taixu God Lord!"

"As your minister, I must meet you for the last time!"

As soon as these words came, the Dragon King slapped the dragon coffin without warning.

Boom!

Although the Dragon King is not a Martial Saint, he is also a strong man who has condensed the power of the Three Saints!

With one palm, the terrifying power instantly knocked the dragon coffin into pieces!

This sudden scene immediately alarmed countless people.

"Tianlong King, what are you doing!"

"Bold! You dare to attack the dragon coffin. You are blaspheming the dragon body!"

"Rareless! Bastard!"

“…”

In the Xihe Palace, those who didn't know the truth immediately became in chaos.

"What are you talking nonsense? Didn't you see that this dragon coffin is empty?"

At this time, the Dragon King shouted loudly, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

When everyone looked at the empty dragon coffin, they were stunned.

Didn’t the Lord of God die? Why didn’t the corpse be seen?

"Haha, aren't it all very strange? The Lord of God died, why is there not even a corpse in this dragon coffin?"

After looking around, the Dragon King suddenly cried out: "That's because the Lord of God Lin Taixu was not dead at all, and all this is a game, a game against our ten major vassal kings!"

"Are I right? A few princes!"

After saying that, the ten vassal kings suddenly stared at the Five Dragon Prince and others at the same time.

"Um?"

Seeing this, the Five Dragon Prince and others browed for a week, but they did not expect that the top ten vassal kings had known about their plans long ago.

Although the plan was pointed out, the ten major vassal kings had arrived. The eldest prince Lin Tianyuan immediately smiled coldly:

"You're right, this is indeed a game against you!"

"But, what can you do? You are already in this game and can't escape!"

Slap sex!

As he said that, Lin Tianyuan immediately clapped his palms.

Hulala...

As soon as the applause fell, the Divine Dynasty guards and imperial soldiers who were ambushing around Xihe Palace immediately rushed over and surrounded the entire Xihe Palace with three floors inside and three floors outside!
Chapter completed!