Chapter 131: The Dragon Court is established, the plan is exhausted

Om Mani Padme Hum, the Buddha's sound vibrates, and the Buddha's palm presses down, even if there is Ding Crab's protection.

The official ship he was on also made a crackling sound, as if it was about to disintegrate at any time.

There were twelve more powerful attacks like this one that followed.

Judging from the power alone, due to the condensed energy, these twelve attacks did not reveal the power to destroy the world, but Ding Hai's expression was completely different from before.

Even though the nearly one hundred spells just now looked powerful, they only looked powerful. The power was too dispersed and he could destroy them with just one hand.

The twelve attacks in front of him could not be confused with the spells just now.

The foundation of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism in this world is indeed not bad. Each attack taken individually has the power of a fairy.

Moreover, compared with the previous hodgepodge of no coordination, these twelve near-immortal-level attacks have undergone obvious changes.

They may not be perfect, but they are definitely well-organized.

In this case, even with Ding Hai's strength, he couldn't help but have a headache.

However, even though it was a headache, Ding Hai didn't think that he would be unable to withstand these twelve attacks.

If those near-immortal monks who left these twelve trump cards came in person.

He had no choice but to flee in a panic. After all, he was not even a Yang God now.

But if he only had to face twelve near-immortal-level attacks that were only in form, Ding Hai was confident that he would not lose.

The right hand is clenched and the fingers are formed into a sword.

He struck with his sword twelve times in a row with lightning speed.

The vast sword energy wrapped in surging thunder shot out from Ding Hai's fingertips one after another, colliding head-on with the twelve near-immortal-level attacks.

As everyone from the Buddhist, Taoist and Confucian schools stared in astonishment, the sharp sword energy and vast thunder blocked the attacks that they had launched with all their strength.

"How is this possible? Even if Wang Nanrong is a peerless swordsman, he can't possibly block the backup plan left by the ancestors with just his sword fingers, right?"

The fat monk Guangliang was instantly defeated and even cried out in surprise.

What he didn't know was that what surprised him even more was yet to come. When the sword was in a stalemate with their attacks, Ding Hai clenched his right fist and attacked again.

A fist mark as big as an ancient sacred mountain fell down with a loud bang.

The fist with clear and lifelike texture instantly filled his field of vision.

Suddenly, everything went dark in front of his eyes and Monk Guangliang lost consciousness.

The golden body of Buddha in the twelve near-immortal-level attacks was shattered by Ding Hai's right fist, and the lineage of Monk Guangliang, who had summoned the golden body of Buddha, suffered countless casualties in an instant.

After smashing the Buddha's golden body, Ding Hai's right fist did not stop the attack. How could his full-strength attack only smash a mere Buddha's golden body and then stop?

Ding Hai's fist pierced through the Buddha's light and stardust floating all over the sky, and faced the giant cyan-gold sword that was controlled by the Xuanxin Sect.

As soon as it came into contact, the giant cyan-gold sword that combined the strength of all the people in the Xuanxin Sect broke into pieces like a rusty sword that had just been unearthed.

Taking Yan Chixia's feelings into consideration, Ding Hai's fist did not fall on the people of Xuanxin Sect to cause direct harm to them.

This made the casualties of Xuanxin Sect much better than those of Monk Guangliang and his group, and they did not face a situation where the entire clan was almost wiped out.

But this was the extent of the kindness that could not be spoken of in private. Among the surviving people of Xuanxin Sect, even the lightly injured one had his cultivation destroyed by a single punch.

After smashing Xuanxin Zhengzong's cyan-gold giant sword, Ding Hai retracted his fist.

Sometimes pulling back your fist doesn't mean you're weak, but it allows you to punch better.

After holding back against Xuanxin Zhengzong, Ding Hai's punches had become three points blunter.

Normally, a fist that is a little blunt would not be a big deal and the impact would be minimal. But in a life-and-death battle, any small problem cannot be taken lightly.

Because the loser is likely to lose his life.

The moment Ding Hai retracted his fist, the remaining ten arrows fell heavily into the sky above the official ship.

"It's done. Although Wang Nanrong is extremely powerful, he can't beat four hands with two fists!"

"So what if he destroyed the Buddha's Golden Body and the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect? In the end, he was still killed by us on the Yangtze River."

"So what if he was a great hero? In the end, he still lost to us. Hahahaha..."

Under the bombardment of ten near-immortal-level attacks, a huge dent instantly formed in the Yangtze River within this section of the route.

Within this depression, the river water as well as the fish, shrimps and crabs in the river were all wiped out by the power that was close to the immortal level.

"Hahaha... ahem, how is that possible?"

The man who had just laughed so arrogantly was stunned when he saw the official ship standing still in the center of the depression.

He would never believe it even if he was beaten to death, that Wang Nanrong could remain unharmed from the attacks of ten near-immortals, but reality slapped him in the face.

Not only was Ding Hai safe and sound, he also protected the Yan State ministers under his command and the official ship that carried them.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. No matter how powerful you, Wang Nanrong, are, you can't withstand ten attacks from near-immortal levels. I must be seeing things." The man who was shouting, unable to bear the blow, was mentally ill.

That’s right, that attack just now was the last trump card in the hands of these big sects.

All the cards they played couldn't kill Ding Kai, so their resistance now seems so ridiculous.

In Wang Nanrong's eyes, their previous arrogance and clamor were probably no better than a clown show.

In fact, Ding Hai, who was standing on the official ship in the center of the depression, was not as invincible as the man who collapsed with confidence thought.

His strength was indeed strong, but he was not strong enough to withstand ten near-immortal-level attacks in succession and remain unscathed.

Just now, a mouthful of blood rushed up to Ding Kai's throat, but he swallowed the blood into his stomach.

"What tricks do you have left? Use them all. It's not very effective to hide them." Ding Hai, who was trying to calm down his injuries, challenged.

In order to buy time to heal his injuries and recover to his prime, Ding Hai rarely said a few dirty words to delay time.

"Don't panic. No matter how powerful Wang Nanrong is, he has never entered the fairyland. He must be forcing himself."

"That's right. If I can't kill him with one strike, I'll strike him again. Today, either he dies or I die."

Even though they have no confidence at all, there are still people in the three traditions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism who are unwilling to give up and use words to boost morale.

But the anger that was held in the hearts of the people who had failed again and again finally dissipated.

After a few breaths, the remaining people of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism finally recovered and prepared to regroup and fight again.

But it was during these few breaths that Ding Hai completed his breathing exercises and his strength reached its peak again.

"I gave you a chance, but you are useless." Feeling the great power filling up his body again, Ding Hai did not hold back and punched directly. It would be better for these traitors who dared to assassinate the king to die.

The remaining people of the three traditions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism had just regrouped and were ready for another battle, but they had no time to regroup their strength and work together to activate the trump cards in their hands.

The punch that Ding Hai threw out had already reached them. Compared to Ding Hai, whose great power belonged to himself, the people from the Buddhist, Taoist and Confucian schools, who could only fight by joining forces, reacted much slower.

In a hurry, the great monks of Vajra Sect and Dalun Temple were blown to pieces instantly.

The blood mist all over the sky made Taoye Ferry look extremely bloody.

But this horrifying scene did not shake Ding Hai's right fist at all.

An enemy is an enemy, and a dead enemy is a good enemy.

The punches continued, and the Bai Ludong Academy hurriedly mobilized the power of the trump card, the ancestor's brush, in its hand, and had just taken a defensive posture when the brush, which was at the nearly immortal level, was broken in half by Ding Hai's punch.

"They have run out of tricks!" Looking at the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism being defeated one after another at the hands of Ding Hai, the subordinates behind him were all excited.

Our King of Yan was indeed extremely brave. Those people from the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism who seemed to be able to shake the world were only brave enough to show their strength once before they withered under the fist of our King of Yan.

However, there is also a downside to our own King Yan being too wise and powerful.

They, the subordinates, have to work very carefully all the time and dare not slack off even for a moment.

After all, no one knows whether the King of Yan has the ability of an immortal to monitor the three realms.

Although they felt emotional, the ministers of the Yan State were still mostly happy when they saw the people of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism being defeated one by one at the hands of their own masters.

As the ruling class, the ministers of Yan State naturally hated all people and forces that were beyond the control of the court system.

The people from the Buddhist, Taoist and Confucian schools who hurriedly built up a line of defense were unable to create any miracles in the face of Ding Hai's second punch with all his strength.

Under Ding Hai's ruthless attitude, the three Taoist sects, four Confucian academies, and six Buddhist schools that once constituted the white forces in the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio officially became history.

Even though these thirteen sects still have disciples remaining in the world, their decline has become visible to the naked eye after the loss of their top-level combat power.

If the surviving disciples of these thirteen sects were sensible, they would take the initiative to contribute the secret books and resources in their hands.

In order to avoid trouble, Ding Hai and the newly born Yan regime might give them a way out and allow some of the thirteen sects to enter the exploiting class of Yan.

If they are not sensible and their minds are filled with thoughts of revenge, haha, the knives in the hands of the Anbei Army are still eager for military merit.

From the bottom of his heart, Ding Hai, who likes to have great power within himself, hopes that those who still have the three traditions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism will choose the first path.

After all, he had once set his sights on the classics in the hands of these sects.

It’s just that the situation was too good, allowing him to reach the current situation in one step.

But reason told Ding Hai that even if he had held back, the Xuanxin Zhengzong would probably hate him to the core and regard him as their lifelong enemy, so he couldn't use them with confidence at all?
"Everyone, get ready, get off the boat and clean up the mess in front of you. Destroy the cultivation of all those who are still alive. Pull the assassins who are too powerful that you are not sure of trapping to me, and I will deal with them personally."

After Ding Hai, who had mastered the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, scanned the Taoye Ferry battlefield with his spiritual sense, he sent out his subordinates who followed him to clean up the battlefield with confidence.

According to Ding Hai's spiritual sense, all the living people from the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism in Taoye Ferry no longer have the strength to make trouble.

After receiving the order, the ministers of the State of Yan managed to clean up the Taoye Ferry battlefield before the river water filled the depression again.

Except for the disciples of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism whose bodies were completely destroyed, the remaining people from the three sects, even if only some remains were left, were all put on the official ships by the ministers of Yan State.

Having just experienced an ambush and siege, Ding Hai soon had nothing to do.

After all, except for the Xuanxin Sect, to which he showed some mercy, no other sects had masters alive whose strength was so great that the ministers of the State of Yan could not seal off their positions.

In the evening, the official fleet on the Yangtze River weighed anchor and set sail again, speeding down the river towards the original destination.

In the captain's cabin, Ding Hai was sitting cross-legged in meditation, his body not swaying with the current.

Soon, he returned to the capital by land and water.

"Reporting to my king, the lands of Jiangsu and Zhejiang have been completely taken, but the rebels headed by Ning Caichen of Qi have all disappeared!
In addition, all the disciples of the three sects, four academies, and six schools who stayed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang have disappeared. "In the Qianyang Palace, Zhuge Wulong bowed and reported to Ding Hai about the situation after Yan State fully entered Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

"Your Majesty, the remaining Qi rebel forces in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and the two lakes have been completely wiped out.

Should we vigorously develop our rules in Jiangsu and Zhejiang with equal treatment next, or should we wait for a year or two?

In addition, General Yan Chixia recently submitted a petition to resign and return home. Your Highness and I do not know how to deal with this matter. Please give us your instructions."

After a little thought, Ding Hai answered Zhuge Wolong's two questions one by one: "Yan Chixia's resignation was rejected.

After you leave the palace, tell him for me that I, Ding Hai, am not the kind of monarch who cannot tolerate others. The fact that he comes from the Xuanxin sect does not affect my feelings towards him.

Besides, if you tell him what I am going to tell him, he still insists on retiring and returning home.

Then let the little bastard come out and see him off ten miles outside the city, to preserve the friendship between the monarch and his subjects for many years!

As for Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and the two lakes, the entire south has just fallen into our hands.

If we treat them all equally and vigorously develop their local areas without distinguishing between the first and the last, what will Fujian, Guangdong, Yunnan and other places think?
In my opinion, we don't need to build up defenses in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Hunan for the time being.

But apart from the infrastructure belonging to our Yan State, for other places where we need to use them, we can bring the items that have just been eliminated in the north and reuse them once more."

After carefully considering the two decisions made by Ding Hai, Zhuge Liang did not find any omissions, so he began to record the decree that Ding Hai had just issued into the board in his hand.

"My king, now that the nine provinces are united, the weather is good, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe, should our Yan State follow the custom and formally offer sacrifices to the heavens to announce the establishment of the new dynasty to the world?

The ministers in Kyoto have almost quarreled over this matter these days. This matter is of great importance, so please make a decision as soon as possible."

When hearing Zhuge Liang mention offering sacrifices to heaven and becoming emperor, Ding Hai's narrowed eyes suddenly widened.

"Sacrificing to heaven to establish a country, claiming to be alone? It's time to think about it.

I didn’t expect that in just over ten years, we have unknowingly reached this point.

In the past, we lived in the north and according to the rules, we had to use the place where we started as the name of the country. Therefore, when we founded the country, I chose the word "Yan". Now that the nine provinces are united, it is inappropriate to use the word "Yan".

I want to ascend to the ninth heaven to embrace the bright moon, and descend to the ninth netherworld to catch the ghost turtle. So the name of this country shall be based on the sun and the moon, and it shall be called Zhiming!

Wang Sun, the regent, had handled all matters, big and small, well in the past few years, so he was made the crown prince.

In addition, the establishment of our Ming Dynasty was thanks to the sacrifice of those soldiers who died on the battlefield.

Before the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, let all the ministers use their brains and work together to come up with a set of rules.

Find a way to gather the old members of our Anbei Army who have fallen into the underworld in Quantai, and give them shelter and a life in the netherworld.

After more than ten years of getting along, the friendship they knew each other well meant that Zhuge Liang was not surprised by Ding Hai's previous words.

Whether it is the current Yan Kingdom or the future Ming Dynasty, the prestige of Ding Hai, who conquered the world single-handedly, is enough for him to have the final say on the country's name and successor.

But Ding Hai's last words made Zhuge Liang frown, and a word suddenly appeared in his mind: Li Longting.

(End of this chapter)