After Deng Kai left, Su Zhi trotted in: "Your Highness, only the places in the Ling Palace have come. But they heard that Your Highness fell ill and refused to leave one by one."

"Let's wait for them." Ji Le grinned and laughed: "Yi Guang, help me get up!"

If you want to take the opportunity to bite a piece of meat from yourself, it depends on whether these great spirits are worthy of it!

"No matter what Deng Kai does, there is always a group of people in Lingshan who are taking refuge. Without any worries, I can start my plan."

Ji Le has been withstood for a long time since he traveled through time. Now that he is seriously ill, Ji Le is unwilling to endure it. Could it be that he really has to swallow his anger and swallow his last breath?

Don’t be sick or crazy, Ji Le is going to play a big ticket this time!

With Yi Guang's support and the young man, Ji Le walked to the back door of Yongle's front hall and happened to hear the sound coming from inside.

"Why haven't Your Highness come yet? The daily court meeting is the rule set by Your Highness? Why did he take the lead in not following the rituals?"

"I heard that something happened in the city these days? Do you want us to help?"

"A plague broke out in the city. How about my tribe? Is there anything wrong?"

Various voices rose up, Yu Ma and Wu Cheng looked like frost, staring at the great spirit ancestor gods in front of him.

It has been said that Your Highness will not see anyone today. But these guys are connected together and blocked the gate of Yongle Palace. It is fake to visit and help, it is true to spy on Ji Le's condition and prepare to seize the palace and usurp power!

"If these great spirits took action at the same time, our Spirit Palace would probably not have so many people to suppress it." Yu Ma and Wu Cheng showed concern.

In the past two days, the people in the Ling Palace have been busy resisting the magical artifacts in the sky. How can I be distracted by only the big spirit?

Now, the Zong Bus of the Ayang tribe is bound by Ji Le because of his real name. In addition, the people of the tribe are treated well, so they just stand next to Yu Ya and others with Cui Jing.

Ji Le, Yi Guang. The young man, Su Zhi stood behind the hall and heard the noise in front of him.

The young man's face flashed with anger and he was about to draw his sword and go forward.

"Don't move!" Ji Le comforted the young man: "It's not your turn to do this." He snatched the sword from the young man's waist and walked into the front hall with the help of Yi Guang.

"I just said that Your Highness is not in good health. At this time, the Spirit Palace should let us big spirits come out--" The leader Yangjiaodi suddenly couldn't speak. He looked around, and the other big spirits retreated one by one, staring at Ji Le and his party who had walked out from behind, changing to the awe expression he had learned in the past few days.

During this period, Ji Le has been taught a lesson every day. They have become accustomed to surrendering to Ji Le and used to posing in awe and weak faces in front of Ji Le.

"Say, keep going." Ji Le had a light smile on his face and stared at the gods present: "Didn't everyone shouting happily just now? Please, keep shouting. Don't you know the reason why patients need to rest?"

The tiger's remaining power is there, not to mention that it is just a sick tiger.

Just by looking down, the gods were silent and dared not speak.

But if they didn't say anything, it didn't mean that Ji Le let it go. He pointed the sword at the Sheep's Head Da Ling: "Aple, what were you going to say just now? I'm not here, let you big spirits take charge of the Spirit Palace? Are you planning to use the Lord of the Gods to deal with things instead of this palace?"

"I..." Before Da Ling could explain, he suddenly saw a cold light in his eyes.

The clear and cold sword light is like a clear pond, making people feel cool.

This is the last sight Apler saw.

After the sword light, a slight pain came from his neck, and his consciousness completely sank into the darkness.

The head of the sheep rolled three times in the air, and the divine blood sprayed on the other gods around him, directly scaring everyone present. The god was silly.

Slaughter the God, this national spirit actually killed the God at this time?

On weekdays, no matter how big the conflict is, this Guoling just sent someone to whip it and never killed anyone on his own! Not to mention, this is still a god!

In addition to being shocked, Zong Bu also showed some sympathy: With Aple's death, his country-destroying slave was completely finished. Now that a plague broke out in Jiugong City, even the cause of death was ready!

"What else do you want to say?" Holding the sword, Ji Le abandoned Yi Guang's support, walked slowly down the steps with a heavy step with his constantly shaking body.

"Do you think that after this palace is sick, you can do whatever you want in the Spirit Palace?" The tip of the sword stroked across the ground, and the harsh sound slowly penetrated the hearts of the gods, making their hands and feet cold, and they knelt on the ground one after another.

"The little god is guilty!" I don't know which big spirit took the lead, and a group of big spirits lay on the ground begging for mercy.

Is this God too?

The young man had ridiculed and disgusted on his face. Ji Le's beating during this period had already pulled away the last spine of these defeated places.

Even if they were forced to the palace this time, they did not dare to attack Ji Le directly, for fear of forcing Ji Le to fight back before death and causing them to die. Their purpose was to take this opportunity to force the palace to Yongle Palace, so as to seek a better treatment for the tribesmen.

But unexpectedly, Ji Le was so cruel that he slaughtered a great spirit on the spot.

The gods could clearly feel that with Apl's death, the fortunes of his tribe began to dissipate. After a while, I'm afraid even the name of the tribe would not be left behind.

"Yu Xiao? What is the name of this tribe of Apul? You will be the only one who will be barred after you go back."

Suddenly flashed across Yu's face, but he didn't say much, and said in a deep voice: "Here."

Destroy the entire clan?

Zong Bu Shen wanted to speak but stopped. Cui Jing next to him quickly grabbed him and glared at him: Are you stupid? Don’t talk at this time!

Yu Mai went down to pass the order, and as Yu Mai's steps gradually faded away, the sadness in the eyes of the gods became stronger. At the same time, he did not dare to be arrogant to Ji Le casually.

Seeing this scene, Ji Le continued: "A mere group of Mao gods, who do you think this palace is?"

"In this Yongle Hall, there is only one voice in this hall. Help me share the pressure? Are you worthy!"

Ji Le raised his head high and continued to show his power in a contemptuous tone, forcing these great spirits: "Remember, you have been defeated long ago and will never turn over. With the words of our hometown, 'You are all enemies in front of the tiger, the spirits of a hundred ghosts.' A mere group of minions dare to imagine killing the master? Are you worthy of it?"

"A mere group of losers, not even the name of the righteous god, and still dream about my Chinese authority? Dream!"

Ji Le raised the sharp sword in his hand, waved it again, and the right arm of a certain great spirit cut off at the same root.

"Your Highness, your Highness, your Highness." Da Ling held his broken arm and did not dare to stand up to resist. He endured the severe pain and wailed in the hall to beg for mercy.

This is in sharp contrast to when the gods were just unsealed that day.

"Remember, the authority of life and death is only in this palace. It has nothing to do with good and evil. Life and death are all in this palace for a moment. Put away your little thoughts, otherwise this corpse in the palace will be your previous lesson!"

After a while, the gods' heads lowered even more.

"I want to see if this palace is good? What's good, so what's wrong? Listen! If this palace is about to die, drag your tribe members down and bury them with you first! As for my country, as long as I turn back and expel them and let them establish a new national name, my Jiugong City will still be stable. Isn't it just killing hundreds of thousands of slaves? Do you really think that my Xia Kingdom has never done anything similar in my hometown?"

"You all go outside the hall and kneel down for me!"

Under Ji Le's power, the gods trembled and rolled and left the hall, kneeling in front of the Danmu, and did not dare to make any other abnormal movements.

Cui Jing pushed the God of Sect again at this time. The God of Sect was stunned and pointed at himself, shocked. Is this matter related to me? I have been standing in the Yongle Palace and I am considered a meritorious minister!

"If you want to go, you go! What a fool!" Cui Jing saw that the other party was ignorant, so he pushed him again.

At this time, Zong Bu Shen saw Ji Le's eyes falling on him, and he was shocked, and quickly followed the other big spirits and knelt outside.

"Forget it, God Zongbu doesn't need to kneel down. Cui Jing, find him a peach wood stick. If other great spirits dare to be lazy, let God Zongbu go up and beat the ten sticks."

"Yes." Cui Jing was secretly proud. As expected, I still knew what Your Highness was thinking. She gave a look to the God of Zongbu, and the two of them ran out of the hall, taking Ji Le's order to supervise the gods.

After they left, Ji Le breathed a long sigh of relief. His body could no longer support him. He staggered back a few steps, and the abscess behind him cracked again, and the foul smell came to his nose.

"Your Highness!" The two girls Yi Guang came forward to wipe him. Ji Le simply took off her shirt and sat on the floor: "This step has been completed, and the second step is the Master of Moon."
Chapter completed!