Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

On this day, Xie Lang discussed the new policy with the prime minister and others in the Secretariat.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, the Secretariat darkened, and the meeting stopped.

The officials thought it was dark clouds before rain, but they didn't expect that the earth would shake and the entire palace would sway.

Rumble…

In the distance, it seemed as if a mountain had collapsed.

Prime Minister Chen Ji walked out of the Secretariat and was stunned. There were lightning and thunder in the sky. The thunder never stopped and kept striking down. When it hit the mountains and forests, fires started and the sky was full of fire.

The continuous high mountains in the distance collapsed with a loud bang, making thunderous sounds. Even the ground had cracks. The strong wind kept howling, blowing down the trees, blowing down the buildings, and lifting up stones and yellow sand.

He seemed to hear the people's wailing and the sound of the human collapse.

"The lightning is so bright, it is neither peaceful nor commanding. The rivers are boiling, and the mountains are collapsing. The high banks become valleys, and the deep valleys become hills..."

Chen Ji couldn't help but recite sentences from the Book of Songs.

Other officials came out and saw this scene: "Is this... God's will to destroy us?"

Everyone was panicking. The ground was shaking more and more. An official ran in in a panic: "Your Majesty, the sky outside has changed."

As he was speaking, the ground was shaking so violently that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Xie Lang sat calmly on the chair, watching the cracks appear on the floor of the palace and the cracks on the wall, but he did not move at all and calmly put down the book in his hand.

Then he stood up and calmly walked out of the hall, one step, two steps, three steps...

The palace was shaking violently, but each of her steps was steady and she stepped firmly on the floor. As she took step after step, the earthquake subsided and the cracks in the floor and walls closed.

This magical scene stunned all the officials present. They all fell silent and held back the words they were about to say.

Walking out of the Shangshu Terrace, I saw the world in chaos. The sky was dyed red, the earth was constantly cracking, the mountains were constantly collapsing, the wind was constantly howling, and the people were constantly shouting. It was completely like purgatory on earth.

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“Is this a punishment from heaven?”

The farmers and farmwomen working in the fields looked at the heavy rain pouring down from the sky. The raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, submerging their ankles and the seedlings that were about to mature.

The sky was roaring, the earth was boiling, and the farmers watched the rice seedlings being submerged bit by bit. They knelt in the fields and cried to the heavens: "Please stop raining, please God, please stop raining."

Their cries could not move God, but instead became more and more intense. The rainstorm did not stop, and thunder kept flashing, striking the thatched hut and splitting the roof in half. Whether it was the pots and pans or the beds and quilts, they were all submerged in the world of rain.

In the north, the sun is shining brightly. The scorching sun is getting brighter and brighter. The rivers are drying up, the flowers and plants are withering, the land is cracking, and the air is burning. Standing here, it feels like being in a sea of ​​fire.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

Some people walked out of their homes and questioned God. This was no longer an ordinary disaster. It was clearly a disaster sent by God.

They fear heaven and the gods. Every year they worship the mountains, rivers, and gods of all directions, praying for God's protection. But why are there so many natural disasters today? What have they done wrong?

“Why? You mortals have committed regicide and ruined the prince’s plan for success. This is a contempt for God and a heinous crime.” The grim words came from the distant sky. Everyone looked over and saw a god covered in endless divine light walking down from the sky. He looked down at the world with his sinister eyes, looking down at the crying people.

"Killing the king, following the thief, and going against the will of heaven will always cost you something."

The immortal official waved his hands, and a high mountain collapsed. The collapsed mountain, combined with rainwater, formed a mudslide, which poured towards the low-lying areas.

The prince failed in his tribulation, and as the immortal official in charge of this matter, his official position was greatly reduced. This time he wants to make up for his mistakes and make these mortals pay the price.

"You mortals, look at who I am?"

Another figure walked out of the thundercloud, and those who participated in the execution of Xie Yuanjing were horrified: "Isn't that a tyrant? Is he really a god?"

Then a fairy in white walked slowly to Yuan Jing's side, looking down at the frightened and panicked crowd below, with endless mockery in her eyes.

Lowly mortals, lowly and unruly people, aren't you very proud?

Didn't they say that she and Yuan Jing were the demon queen and the tyrant? Now, let's see what the wrath of the gods is like?

"Everything you've suffered is what you brought upon yourself."

Yuan Jing looked down at all living beings indifferently, as if he were a god in the sky. He looked down at the mortals who had stabbed him a few months ago, and their fearful looks in the face of the natural disaster. Seeing them looking at him with horror, he felt extremely happy in his heart.

This is a kind of satisfaction of revenge.

Then he looked towards the direction of Chang'an City and his sight fell on a person - Xie Lang.

Xie Lang was dressed in a flamboyant black robe and a step-shaking crown on his head. He looked up at the sky quietly. The sky was full of strange phenomena and thunder, but the Chang'an City, with her as the center, remained motionless.

"It's strange, why is Chang'an City okay?" Yuan Jing was surprised. He didn't think it was Xie Lang's fault, but just thought that other gods wanted to leave the city of Chang'an to him in person.

He found that Xie Lang was still as calm as ever, and the hatred in his heart was aroused. He couldn't bear to see Xie Lang so calm when the natural disaster was approaching. He wanted to see him in an embarrassed state, and kneel down to beg for mercy.

With a thought in mind, he raised a cruel smile and shouted to the crowd below: "You are going against the will of heaven and should be punished by heaven, but I think it is not easy for the common people to survive and you are also bewitched by the traitor. As long as the people who participated in the atrocities against me that day are killed, and the traitor Lu Zhaoping is executed in the same way, I will let you go. What do you think?"

Yuan Jing's voice spread throughout the world and reached the ears of all people.

The people looked at each other in bewilderment. Some began to hesitate: "This, this, this...what should we do? Is that tyrant really a god? Do we really have to do what he says?"

"I don't know, but the tyrant made us do corvée every day, and we couldn't afford the taxes. Many people in my family starved to death. The new monarch was truly good to us. It was she who distributed the land to us so that we could survive."

"But that tyrant is a god! If the disaster continues, we will all die."

The people were silent. They listened to the roar of the mountain collapse, watched the rice seedlings being washed away by the heavy rain, and watched the houses being struck down bit by bit by thunder. They didn't know what to do.

Looking at the shaken people below, Yuan Jing smiled and looked at Xie Lang proudly.

See, don’t you like to make decisions for the people?

Weren't you the emperor supported by those untouchables? Now, let's see how these untouchables pull you down.

The immortal official walked up to Yuan Jing and asked respectfully, "Prince, if those untouchables really did what you said, would you really let them go?"

When Yuan Jing heard this, he looked at the immortal official and only responded with a contemptuous smile.

Seeing this smile, the immortal official understood instantly.

"The guilty one is the tyrant. He treated human life as worthless. It was his tyranny that killed countless people. Even if Your Majesty was not here, we would still rebel. Executing the tyrant is our common wish. What right do you gods have to convict her?"

A young man walked out of the crowd. He was dressed in cloth and mockingly questioned the heavens and Yuan Jing who was looking down at the human world: "Can immortals be unreasonable? You immortals come down to earth to harm mortals, but you don't allow mortals to resist? It's really unfair."

As the first person stood up, there was a second person, and a third person.

"You are right. The guilty one is the tyrant. The guilty one is the prince of heaven. He is the one who killed my family."

"Can gods do whatever they want?"

"What has your majesty done wrong? She just led us to overthrow a tyrant."

"..."

The immortal official looked at the mortals who were pointing fingers at the heavens and cursing, and looked at Yuan Jing whose face was getting darker and darker, and sneered at the crowd: "You... aren't you afraid of natural disasters?"

"Don't believe his lies. When has the tyrant ever kept his word? He was able to recruit hundreds of thousands of people to build a paradise on earth, and he was able to torture countless people to death just to please the Demon Queen. This shows that he is cruel. We mortals rebelled against him and killed his mortal body. Do we still expect him to show mercy and spare us?"

"That's right, the tyrant's words cannot be trusted."

"I just want to ask, why would such a person be a god?"

"They are not gods, they are demons, demons that bring disaster to the mortal world."

"..."

Not only did the immortal official's words fail to achieve their purpose, but they also aroused the people's resentment towards the gods. It was clearly the tyrant's fault. As victims, what was wrong with them taking up arms to fight the tyrant?

Xie Lang led them to fight against the tyrant and let them live a good life. Why should he be blamed by these gods?

If the gods are good, they will not bring down endless natural disasters for their own selfish desires; if the gods are bad, they will not be forgiven by the gods even if they kneel down and beg for mercy.

If that was the case, then why would they listen to the tyrant and execute Xie Lang who allowed them to live?

Although some people were shaken, more people stood on Xie Lang's side. They knew how desperate they were when the tyrant was in power. There was no tomorrow, no future, and no hope in life.

Those days are not much different from natural disasters.

"You are an ungrateful pariah."

Seeing the shouts of the crowd below, Yuan Jing became angry and said, "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish."

Endless fire fell from the sky, and the scorching flames attacked the crowd. He wanted to burn those mortals who insulted him into ashes.

Just as the crowd closed their eyes and waited for death, a ray of light blew away the flames in the sky.

As everyone was surprised, they saw a figure walking on an invisible staircase, slowly walking towards the sky. The heavy rain stopped at this moment, the mountain stopped collapsing, the cracked land closed up, and the endless scorching sun disappeared.

She looked at the gods and Yuan Jing with contempt and ridicule.

"God, is it noble?"