National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

At this time, Shangguan Lie, with the help of the clone created by the 53rd Seat, was quickly approaching the memorial site along the secret passage opened underground by the Xipan Church. In the Xipan logo pattern on his cuffs, the gear throne of the Lord of Light could be vaguely seen.

"Half an hour ago, a sound transmission note engraved with the Nine Heavens emblem landed on my Zhuluo Instrument. Master said that Shangguan Lie received a secret order from the Lord of Light and planned to awaken the puppet godhead before the memorial service."

When Xuanyuan Shaoze's voice came from the darkness, everyone present turned their heads slightly. The moonlight poured down along the eaves, illuminating the girl behind him. The jade flute hanging around the girl's waist was engraved with Sanskrit of Faqing Temple. It was Gongyang Zhanqing, the famous "Xuanyin Fairy" of the Ninth Heaven.

"So it's Ouyang Zi's junior sister." Emperor Xuanyuan narrowed his eyes and used the moonlight to see the girl's face clearly. "I have overlooked that the divination skills of the Faqing Temple have always been able to glimpse the cracks in the heavens."

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Qing had already walked forward half a pace in the moonlight and saluted. The silver bells in her hair made a pleasant sound as she walked, which actually resonated with the ring pattern on Su Mohui's wrist.

"Your Majesty, you are too kind." Zhan Qing's gaze fell on Su Mohui's face for a few seconds, and the corners of his lips curled up meaningfully. "I came here this time to fulfill the request of Taoist Quanxin. Half a month ago, the star map of Faqing Temple showed a strange vision of the First Continent with blood rising into the sky."

"Senior Brother has been busy lately, so he asked me to come here." She paused, tapped the jade flute lightly on her palm, and the Sanskrit on the flute suddenly turned blood-red. "Secondly..."

As she spoke, her eyes swept over the faint rings behind Su Mohui's ears, "Senior Brother said that it's time to let some of the sealed memories see the light of day."

As Su Mohui listened to her words, the system prompt sound quietly appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness——

[Ding Dong: The host has detected that the current Nine Heavens rules are fluctuating! Civilization Spark Resonance +27%]

She looked at the faint light from the jade pendant on Zhan Qing's waist and figured out something. It turned out that in this life, Zhan Qing not only awakened early, but also brought the secrets of the Nine Heavens that were enough to shake the foundation of the Heavenly Dao.

"In that case, thank you very much." Emperor Xuanyuan smiled, completely lacking the majesty of the emperor he wore during the day. But when his eyes fell on Su Mohui, the subject suddenly changed: "Back then, your mother set up the Yanling Formation at the foot of Mount Buzhou. The center of the formation was thirty feet below the Luoshui altar."

As he spoke, his fingertips flew as he quickly opened the "Luo Shu" in his hand. In the candlelight, the three ancient temples and the winding mountain range on Luoxia Mountain in the north of the imperial capital were clearly visible, and the towering Buzhou Mountain was not far away, like a sharp sword pointing straight to the sky.

Qi Mo neatly put away the silver ring and exchanged a knowing look with Xuanyuan Shaoze: "The ceremony will begin at noon today. Now, we only have three hours left."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Jia'an jumped down from the high pavilion on the rockery like a ghost. His rolled-up sleeves revealed the black bird tattoo on his forearm, which matched perfectly with the new black bird pattern that had appeared on the military talisman in Su Mohui's hand a few days ago.

"Don't worry," Emperor Xuanyuan smiled resolutely, his spiritual energy surging in an instant. "My blood and essence can stabilize the center of the formation for you for at least three breaths."

Su Mohui gave him a look that said, "?" and was about to speak when she was interrupted by a crisp sound. Shen Jiaan's voice and the sound of tiles falling from the high wall rang out at the same time: "Shangguan Lie has arrived with the Eight Banners Divine Group of the Xipan Church."

At that moment, everyone looked up suddenly and saw dozens of black shadows gradually emerging from the night on the glazed tiles on the red wall.

In the moonlight, the gear armor glowed faintly, and the glaring red circular pattern on the chest with a white background looked like a pair of eyes spying on the secrets of heaven, but it made Su Mohui feel annoyed.

Emperor Xuanyuan and his son looked at each other, and they both took the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams steps in tacit understanding. However, in an instant, they gathered the power of the destiny of the entire palace and gathered around them.

On the red wall, the leader "Shangguan Lie" suddenly pulled off his human skin mask, revealing a mechanical face covered with Xipan spells.

Su Mohui had the system and recognized the person in front of her at a glance. It was the puppet mechanical body of the 53rd seat.

"Xuanniao bloodline?" A mechanical voice came out from the mouth with a metallic luster, accompanied by the clicking sound of turning gears, but no one responded to him. He sneered and pulled away his right hand, revealing the Heavenly Dao Jade Slip hidden inside.

"Unfortunately, the star tracks of the Luoshui sacrifice have long been tampered with by my lord!" Before he finished speaking, the night patrol soldiers in the distance stopped in their tracks with painful expressions like uncontrollable puppets, and the red and white patterns on their chests suddenly emitted several white lights.

Afterwards, the six people saw countless transparent puppet strings falling from the sky, trying to cover Emperor Xuanyuan and Xuanyuan Shaoze.

Su Mohui looked at this scene, not caring about the intensely hot ring marks on her wrist. The power of reincarnation that had not been used in the underworld for a long time suddenly appeared in her hand, and the Qingwei ancient sword also appeared in an instant, fiercely slashing the power of reincarnation at tens of millions of puppet threads.

"Qi Mo, use the Xuanji Eye to lock onto the puppet godhead—" As soon as she finished speaking, the military talisman hidden in the space ring suddenly transformed into the shadow of a black bird, protecting the six people.

But just as Qi Mo locked onto the puppet's divine nature, a clear, silver bell-like laughter came from the high pavilion, "Sister, this is not how you play with puppet threads..."

A bamboo-colored figure leaped down, and when his toes floated in the middle of the riverbank of the Imperial Garden, tens of thousands of puppet threads emerged from the boy's hands, and then locked onto each mechanical puppet of the Hachiman Divine Group at an extremely fast speed.

Qi Mo and Shen Jia'an, who received the signal from Emperor Xuanyuan, stood on the "Qian" and "Kun" positions of the Nine Palaces. At this moment, the power of national destiny, with the help of moonlight, penetrated into the boy's puppet thread.

When Su Mohui jumped straight into the air and pointed the Qingwei ancient sword at the leader's fifty-third puppet mechanical body, the voice of the system came to his ears.

[Ding Dong: Notice the entrance of an important figure, detecting the complete resonance of the Heavenly Dao bloodline! Warning of a break in the original Heavenly Dao "Divine Authority - Imperial Authority" rule chain.]

In just one second, the puppet mechanical body dramatically dismantled its mechanical left hand, and a copy of the "Luoshu" that was stored in the Nine Heavens Library suddenly appeared. He spread out the "Luoshu" with his left hand, and held the Heavenly Dao Jade Slip in his right hand, and slapped the jade slip on the page of the "Luoshu" with the picture of the Luoshui altar.

At the critical moment, Su Mohui and A Guang exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding. The former waved his hand fiercely, and the Pangu Battle Flag, carrying the Space-Time Cube, pierced the night and fiercely hurled it towards the fifty-third seat.

The myriad puppet threads under A Guang's control suddenly tightened, exploding the moment they touched the battle flag. Amidst the ripples of bamboo-colored energy, the system sounded joyfully in her ears—