Chapter 870 The third prince is buried
Jingmu Dynasty!
This is another area, the dynasty on the blue planet.
In the morning, the sun shines brightly on the earth, making people feel particularly comfortable.
But the scene below makes people feel uncomfortable.
Below is a dynasty, with all kinds of white stripes everywhere.
The atmosphere in a super large square was solemn, and all the citizens of the country were kneeling in silence in the court hall.
There are countless side halls as you walk inside!
There is a main hall in the middle of the side hall, called Yangxin Hall!
At this time, the door of Yangxin Hall was packed with people kneeling on their knees.
The palace was splendid and resplendent. Looking inside, there was a person lying on the bed.
But this man had already put on the clothes of a dead man.
That's right, it was the third prince of the Tianmu Dynasty who died!
"Send the Third Prince 'Qiao Qian' on his way and hold the funeral!"
A sad and solemn voice sounded.
Everyone knelt and kowtowed towards the house, no one dared to twist at will.
"Boom! Boom!"
The Taoist priests sent out soldiers and beat gongs and drums. In the heavy atmosphere, four people slowly lifted the third prince and put his body into the coffin.
"The prince is on his way, avoid strangers!"
After the solemn and heavy voice sounded, everyone retreated to both sides of the road to make way for him.
Now 8 people began to carry the coffin and walked out of the Yangxin Hall step by step.
Every time they passed any section of the road, countless people knelt down and kowtowed, and no one dared to despise the emperor's favor.
"The prince is on his way, avoid strangers!"
There were people shouting along the way, and there seemed to be an invisible oppressive atmosphere under the solemn and heavy journey.
On this day, those who knelt down went straight to the imperial mausoleum, and all the subjects were present!
There were many mourners wailing and crying along the way.
At this moment, a strange scene happened.
The sky was obviously blue with white clouds and the sun suddenly turned dark, and dark clouds gathered and hovered in the sky.
"Quack quack!"
"Aunt Ge!"
Suddenly the sound of countless old tiles flying across the sky, or flapping wings, was obviously due to fright.
"Chi chi chi chi chi!"
The birds outside the palace also fled in panic.
"Hoohoho!"
At this moment, even the poultry raised in the imperial pen began to move abnormally.
"Everyone, please stop!"
A Taoist priest in a yellow mantle at the front stretched out his hand to indicate a pause in progress.
The coffin bearers also stopped in panic and looked around nervously at the changes happening around them.
At the same time, the people kneeling on the ground lowered their heads and did not dare to blaspheme.
The Taoist priest looked up at the sky, mentally sensing the chirping of various birds flying past.
If this happens during a funeral, it is an ominous sign.
Immediately, a whooshing strong wind blew past his ears, like the arrival of a goblin. It was so terrifying that it made people unsteady where they stood.
The Taoist priest looked up at the sky and murmured to himself: "When something goes wrong, there must be a monster."
The Taoist priest named Chen Fei was the host of the burial ceremony.
Chen Fei closed his eyes, raised his right hand and started to print something, and kept mumbling!
"In Ji Jing's horoscope, the pattern is reversed, the stars are reversed, the dog eats the sun, is it a sign of great misfortune?"
Rumble, click, click!
Just as Chen Fei finished speaking, there was sudden thunder in the sky.
Dark clouds covering the sky suddenly gathered from all directions, and the sun in the sky quickly disappeared.
"Protect the Emperor, protect the Emperor, quickly!"
Seeing this situation, the emperor and his party who were walking at the front were immediately surrounded by the imperial guards and protected them, looking at the changes in the sky with horrified eyes.
Countless electric sparks crackled in the sky.
The entire sky seemed to be split open by lightning, splitting the darkened sky into day, and then splitting the day into night. Countless power grids were swimming wildly in the sky.
At this time, countless black dragons were jumping around in the terrifying sky.
Many people were already afraid to look up at the sky, but they didn't know that they couldn't see it, and they all started shouting in fear.
"Dragon, dragon, dragon, that's a dragon!"
"The legendary dragon! The legendary dragon!"
"So many black dragons, so many black dragons!"
……
That's right, no matter how the memory of a human is erased, the memory of a dragon will never be erased.
I don’t know why and I can’t see it, but it’s always there.
The ministers who lowered their heads also raised their heads and watched the black dragons scurrying around in the sky.
Immediately, a huge current of fire condensed on the top of the coffin.
After a loud crack, a super-large lightning suddenly fell from the sky.
A bang hit the third prince's coffin.
A ball of thunder suddenly exploded over the palace.
The terrifying explosion, thunder and loud noise spread in all directions, resounding over the entire Royal Square.
The black dragon in the sky suddenly turned into a white dragon under the thunder and lightning, just like thousands of white dragons soaring and circling in the sky, with the thunder and lightning aura of bombing and destruction.
All the people carrying the coffin were instantly blown away by the strong electric light and turned into charcoal on the spot.
The electric fire above the entire coffin kept ringing, and there were shining fires for hundreds of meters.
People within a hundred meters were instantly stiffened by the lightning sparks, and their hair stood upright under the influence.
Above the coffin, under the thick electric firelight, there was a Jiao Man, slowly standing out from the coffin board.
It was the third prince's corpse that stood up. His entire body was so dark with electricity that his real face could not be seen at all.