I, the Zhu family incense spirit, the Ming Dynasty's destiny is against the will of heaven

"Incense Elf!".

"Impossible!".

"How can you transform in such a short period of time!".

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A

frightened roar came from Zhu Xiongying's body.

Zhu Xiongying found it internally.

At the dantian, the little golden man who had been dormant and motionless suddenly opened his mouth wide, licked the corners of his mouth, and sucked violently, the evil god Zou Guogong did not have the slightest resistance at all, and was swallowed by the little golden man in a mouthful of frightened and angry scolding!

The little golden man suddenly skyrocketed with golden light.

A dozen or so strands of golden light swept at a gallop.

A Confucian scholar wearing a crown landed in the distance with more than a dozen evil gods, staring at Zhu Xiongying with full vigilance.

Click, click,

......click

The evil god Zou Guogong had no voice.

Everyone can only hear the chewing sound in Zhu Xiongying's body!

The corners of Zhu Xiongying's lips raised slightly, and he smiled and looked at the evil gods opposite.

Not to mention, hundreds of years of incense sacrifices have been accepted by scholars.

This group of evil gods has both the elegance of a scholar and the authority of a superior.

"You also want to swallow my incense spirit?" Zhu Xiongying asked with a smile.

This joy is influenced by the golden body.

The golden body chewed, and waves of strong joy swept through the whole body.

Obviously, the evil god Zou Guogong didn't expect that he had evolved into an incense spirit.

The transformed incense elves seem to have a kind of innate bloodline suppression for these gods.

"I'm infected with malaria, is it also your means, you want to strangle the spirit of Daming's incense?" Zhu Xiongying asked with a sneer.

From the attitude of these people towards him.

He couldn't help but think about it.

King Yan Sheng was dressed in a prince's crown robe, and the golden light on his body flowed, and if he looked carefully, the golden light was in the shape of a dragon again and again!

Moan-

When the Yan Saint King made a gesture, a low roaring dragon groan suddenly sounded on his body.

Except that Zhu Xiongying didn't feel anything.

Whether it is the evil god around the Yan Shengwang, or Chang Yuchun and Chenghuang, they all subconsciously bow their heads.

Even if Chang Yuchun and Chenghuang are not convinced.

But their spirit instincts could not resist the might of the Yan Saint King.

Zhu Xiongying looked at it and was secretly surprised.

This is the strength of the Southern Pai Yan Saint King

But for some reason, the golden body that was still chewing seemed to be even more excited.

King Yan Shengzuo said: "The little god is willing to accept Zhao'an and accept the title of Taisun. "

"There is only one requirement for the little god, after the grandson ascends the throne and becomes the emperor, he will officially canonize the little god as the king of Yansheng with the authority of the human emperor.

"The little god can help Taisun and swallow all the Confucian branches in the world, all the evil gods!".

Zhu Xiongying smiled: "What if I don't agree?".

The Yan Shengwang of the Southern School is the Yan Shenggong of the Southern School during the Southern Song Dynasty.

Such a good thing is also worthy of being the unique Yan Shengwang in the world

It really made him a god who made a scholar a spiritual belief.

The world's readers are really going to be finished!

This nation is going to be doomed!

The

respectful look on King Yansheng's face disappeared, and his golden eyes stared at Zhu Xiongying heavily, "Taisun, be a man and leave a line to see each other in the future." "

"It's not like we don't have a way to deal with you!".

"It's just that the losses will be bigger!".

"The real fish is dead, even if you transform, you may not be able to have the last laugh!"

"Okay, let me see what you can do. Zhu Xiongying said with a smile.

He didn't know what to do with the golden body.

But the golden body is getting more and more excited, proving that there is no danger or no danger.

Hmph!

The Yan Saint King snorted angrily and coldly: "Do it!"

More than a dozen evil gods around the Yan Saint King rushed towards Zhu Xiongying.

The Yan Shengwang turned into a golden light, rose from the ground, and went straight to the outside of the Temple of Literature.

"Despicable!".

"Shameless!".

......

More than a dozen evil gods who had already rushed to Zhu Xiongying's side scolded angrily, and Jin Guang turned around in a panic, wanting to escape.

But right now.

Zhu Xiongying suddenly spoke: "Wind!".

Whew!

More than a dozen tornadoes appeared out of thin air, involving more than a dozen evil gods, including the Yan Saint King.

The Yan Shengwang is very powerful.

With a slight struggle, the tornado shattered in an instant.

"Wind, wind, wind!".

Zhu Xiongying shouted again and again.

One after another, a larger tornado wrapped around the Yan Shengwang, and when the Yan Shengwang broke free, more tornadoes appeared.

At the same time, the golden body kept opening its mouth and inhaling in the dantian.

With each inhale, an evil god is swept into the body.

Quack!quack!

In the wind, the sound of chewing is clearly audible.

Chenghuang looked at Zhu Xiongying, listening to the crunchy chewing sound, and only felt chills all over his body.

Is this the incense spirit?

Is this the horror of the head of all gods?

Except for the Yan Shengwang, the other evil gods are like weak chickens!

There is no way to fight back!

It's become a small snack for the incense elves!

Zhu Xiongying was shouting for the wind and painting a prison, not letting the Yan Shengwang escape, and at the same time quickly let the golden body eat a small snack.

He could feel that his connection with the golden body was getting closer and closer again.

The trick of exhaling the wind was passed on to him by the golden body!

He could already read the inheritance of the incense in the golden body!

......

The curfew was approaching, and the people were hurrying to their homes.

The dense and increasingly loud tornadoes alarmed the people.

"Temple of Literature! Look at the Temple of Literature!".

"What a tornado!".

"What a big tornado!".

......

The hundred officials had just descended from the court, and they poured out of Hongwumen together.

While talking and laughing with each other, their faces suddenly turned pale.

"Why do I suddenly feel heart palpitations?".

"Lord Wang, do you feel this way too?

"I also had heart palpitations all of a sudden. "

"Look at the Temple of Literature!".

......

A group of officials who suddenly felt palpitations, and during the discussion, someone suddenly pointed in the direction of the Temple of Literature and shouted.

Hu Weiyong sat in the carriage, his face was even more pale without a trace of blood, and when he heard this, he lifted the curtain and looked at the Temple of Literature.

The naked eye can only see the tornado that goes straight to the dome.

It is impossible to spy on the battle between the gods.

But Hu Weiyong became more and more uncomfortable, cold sweat broke out on his pale face for no reason, and he hurriedly urged: "Hurry! Go to the Temple of Literature!"

"Hu Xiang has gone to the Temple of Literature!".

"Something must have happened to the Temple of Literature, our heart palpitations, it must have something to do with the Temple of Literature!".

"Follow Hu Xiang and go to the Temple of Literature!".

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