Ever since he went to the battlefield, Yin Jiao, who had been training himself in battles, had already cultivated the Eight Nine Heavenly Emperors Technique to the Celestial Immortal Realm. He could transform into a hundred-foot-long Heavenly Emperor Mysterious Body, and his physical strength was comparable to that of the Great Sorcerers of the World of Gods!
During the war that lasted for a year, the Eight Nine Heavenly Emperors Technique was modified by Dugu Baitian and Emperor Yan. Not only could it absorb the fiendish Qi on the battlefield, but it could also transform the endless fiendish Qi into the Emperor Fiendish Heavenly Fire, burning thousands of miles away.
"Immortals?"
He looked at his feet and felt some pain. He found a white-bearded old man being pressed down by his toes. A spirit sword in his hand was trying to break out of his body.
"Ant." Yin Jiao raised his left foot, and the immortal who was regarded as the savior of the last dukedom was turned into dust.
Wen Zhong was riding on a black Qilin, holding a pair of male and female whips. He stood a few miles away in shock. Even though it was not his first time seeing this, he still tried to hide his shock.
He had once learned from the Golden Spirit Holy Mother of the Green Touring Palace of Jie School. The Golden Spirit Holy Mother was one of the four great disciples under the Tongtian Sect Master, so Wen Zhong's knowledge was naturally extraordinary.
When Yin Jiao used the Three Heads and Six Arms Spell for the first time, he recognized this divine skill. It was the guardian divine skill of the Clan of Enlightenment, the Eight Nine Mysteries.
He just didn't know how the young Crown Prince learned this special technique. After asking many times, he could only get the words " Yi Ren taught " from Yin Jiao's mouth.
What shocked him even more was that the Crown Prince Yin Jiao had only used a year to cultivate this supreme cultivation technique, which was so powerful that it had shocked the North Sea!
Even the best of the third-generation disciples in Chan School, Erlang Perfected Lord Yang Jian, did not have such talent.
With Yin Jiao's Celestial Thearch Mystic Body leading the formation, the last group of dukes who were known to be the strongest were wiped out by Great Shang's army in just a day.
The rebellion of the 72 dukedoms of the North Sea had been quelled.
"Your Highness, you have contributed the most in this battle. It was a blessing for Great Shang to have such an heir.”Wen Zhong was a minister entrusted by Emperor Yi. Even King Zhou did not kneel. He had watched Yin Jiao grow up, but now he was willing to bow to Yin Jiao.
"Grand Preceptor, you flatter me. On the battlefield, the ones who make the greatest contributions will always be the warriors who fight in blood.”Yin Jiao had changed into clean clothes and looked elegant. He was completely different from the 1,000-foot-tall giants on the battlefield, which made Grand Preceptor Wen a little dizzy.
Ever since Yin Jiao had rushed to the North Sea, Grand Preceptor Wen had always had doubts about why the Crown Prince had suddenly rushed to the battlefield and who the person who taught him the special technique was.
Could there be some secret within? Who knows if it is a blessing or a curse for Great Shang.
Yin Jiao caught the doubt that flashed in Wen Zhong's eyes." Although the Eight Nine Heaven Technique is similar to the Eight Nine Mysteries, the words 'Yi Ren taught' are not enough to dispel the old fox's doubts. However, with the ascension imminent, there was no time to think so much.”
At this moment, a soldier shouted at the top of his lungs as he galloped over from afar.
After he got close, he hurriedly dismounted and took out a bamboo letter from his body, presenting it to him.
"Grand Preceptor, General Huang has sent a message from Zhaoge. The king took in a concubine, Su Daji, who ignored the government all day long and only cared about lust and beauty. He even set up a cruel punishment called pao lao. Du Yuanxi and Mei Bo, the imperial teachers, tried to persuade the king, but they were beheaded and burned to death. At this time, the court is in chaos, and the country is in danger!”
"What?!" Grand Preceptor Wen turned pale with fright and hurriedly grabbed the bamboo slips from the soldiers.
Yin Jiao's face was gloomy. In his memory, Su Daji entered the palace nine years ago. It was only eight years ago now, but the timeline of the apotheosis had been brought forward?
At the thought of becoming a god, a terrifying image suddenly appeared in Yin Jiao's mind. The voice was low and indifferent.
"Grand Preceptor, did General Huang mention my mother in the urgent document?”
Grand Preceptor Wen held the bamboo slip in his hand and couldn't help but tremble. He looked at Yin Jiao's eyes, which were ordinary but seemed to hide great terror.
After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and closed his eyes."The king was assassinated and the assassin was identified as Jiang Huanchu's general. He was ordered by Empress Jiang to assassinate His Majesty with the intention of usurping the throne and becoming the Son of Heaven with Jiang Huanchu. He also believed Daji's words and indiscriminately gouged out one of Empress Jiang's eyes, burned her copper bucket red, and branded her hands. The Empress died in the West Palace due to a peerless injustice.”
"Is that so?" Yin Jiao closed his eyes when he heard the news of Empress Jiang's death. A wave of sadness filled his heart.
He had long known about Empress Jiang's ending, but he had not been able to prepare in advance. He was blindly confident in his familiarity with the history of the apotheosis.
"Grand Preceptor, the North Sea has been pacified.”Yin Jiao's expression was emotionless. This was indeed a cruel world.
The great wheel that swept across the trillions of living beings in the three worlds had only been brought forward by a year, and his only emotional bond had disappeared.
"Your Highness, my condolences! Even if I have to risk my life, I will seek justice for you when I return!”Wen Zhong saw Yin Jiao's eyes and thought of his terrifying strength. A terrifying thought came to his mind.
If Yin Jiao came to the capital to avenge his mother, no one would be able to stop him even if he had to slaughter Chaoge!
Yin Jiao glanced at Wen Zhong and naturally knew what he was worried about. However, he was no longer the mortal he was when he first transmigrated.
Although the Eight Nine Heavenly Emperor Technique could not help him pass the Apotheosis Tribulation, no one in the mortal world could stop him from killing a few people.
"Justice doesn't need to be sought, it's only between my fists.”
After saying that, he circulated the Eight Nine Heavenly Emperors Technique and turned into a green light that disappeared into the world.
Wen Zhong tore up the bamboo slips in his hand. He looked worried and thought to himself that he didn't know what to do when the father and son were fighting.
If it was back then, even if Empress Jiang died unjustly, Yin Jiao, as the son of a man, would not hate his father, let alone take revenge. However, at this moment, he was no longer a mortal. With the Eight Nine Mysteries protecting his body, who could stop him?
Moreover, Yin Jiao had established his prestige among the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the past year.
However, King Zhou was dissolute and ignored the government. He had long been despised by these soldiers. Once something happened, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Wen Zhong sighed. He didn't know what the fate of the Shang Dynasty was like. He took out a few copper coins and scattered them on the ground.
He shouted angrily and opened a heavenly eye between his eyebrows, shining it on the copper coin. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of black blood and fell off the horse.
"Why did the heavenly secrets become so chaotic? I can't even calculate the fate of the mortal world.”
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