Feng Shen: In the will of King Zhou, I am actually the elder brother of Di Xin

When the figure gradually appeared, the purple air descended into the world, the golden light shrouded hundreds of millions of miles, and the golden lotus bloomed everywhere, just like a saint born out of the world.

His kingly aura instantly spread, covering the continent of Kyushu. Hundreds of millions of living beings felt terrified and uneasy, and knelt down one after another.

In the light, everyone could vaguely see Su Ziyi's face.

I saw that he had a smooth and fair face, with sharp edges and corners, and a cool and handsome face; those dark and deep eyes were like a king looking down on the world.

There was a circle of light behind his head exuding a soft light, like the light of a saint, making people want to kneel down, as if standing in front of him was a sin.

But King Wu outside the city had a palpitation and fell off his horse.

Jiang Ziya's face was ugly, and this powerful kingly aura made him feel scared.

Tiandao also noticed Su Ziyi's existence at this moment, and was a bit turbulent.

In the Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who was waiting for the completion of the great cause of conferring the gods, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and his face changed drastically.

"The air of a king? Is there any other variable?"

Yuanshi Tianzun hurriedly pinched his fingers to do the calculation, and just when he counted one person, he spat out a mouthful of blood when he couldn't prevent it.

"puff……"

"The king of men... isn't dead yet?"

Nuwa, Laozi, Tongtian and Zhunti all sensed something strange and woke up from their cultivation.

"A variable?"

……

Inside the ancestral grave.

Yang Ji opened his third eye to see through Su Ziyi, but as soon as he opened it, tears flowed from the third eye.

"This deity, are you the one who dare to peep?" Su Ziyi's cold voice came out, directly closing Yang Ji's third eye completely.

"See Your Majesty!" Shang Rong and the others kowtowed collectively, tears streaming down their faces.

They are absolutely convinced that the person in front of them is their king, the real king!

"Your Majesty?" Nezha was stunned.

Didn't Emperor Zhou of Zhou set himself on fire in Lutai half an hour ago?

Why is there still a king?
"My lord, I beg you to restore your position as king and save the world of Yin and Shang!" Shang Rong kowtowed again.

The other ministers knelt down and said the same words as Shang Rong.

With a sweep of Su Ziyi's mind, the situation of Yin Shang was instantly clear to his chest.

The Yin and Shang Dynasties will be destroyed, and King Wu will soon enter the city.

The fire on the deer platform was raging, which also meant that his brother was gone.

"I didn't expect that my big business was on the verge of extinction!" Su Ziyi said coldly.

"My brother, this deity... will avenge you!" Su Ziyi said coldly, and the surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point.

The position of king was originally inherited by him, Su Ziyi.

As a time traveler, Su Ziyi originally wanted to be a king and experience the life of a master, but he awakened the system, as long as he signed in every day, he could become stronger.

Moreover, those who have luck cannot live forever. When they become kings, they will live seventy or eighty at most before they die.

Therefore, he resolutely abandoned his position as king, went to the ancestral grave to sign in every day, and practiced in seclusion.

This retreat lasted nearly 30 years.

[Ding, the host is the son of Emperor Yi, who is born with the aura of a king. Only when the host regains the Yin and Shang world, can the host break through the shackles and achieve the status of a saint! 】

"Really? That's exactly what I want!" Su Ziyi smiled playfully.

He signed in every day, and his cultivation base rose rapidly.

He was only one step away from breaking through the saint, and he hadn't taken this step for a long time.

"Since you are the King of Human Beings, then we will bring your head to King Wu!" The irritable Nezha turned his pointed gun and pointed it at Su Ziyi.

Su Ziyi looked indifferently at the one-meter-tall Nezha in front of him. He was wearing a lotus suit, with two balls pierced on his head, a little smoky makeup and a little baby fat on his face.

"You are too weak." Su Ziyi said indifferently.

Hearing this, Nezha blushed and turned the fire-pointed gun, the flames from the tip of the gun soared into the sky, and the whole sky was scorched red.

This is Samadhi real fire.

The whole air was ignited, and the surrounding temperature was extremely hot. Shang Rong and the others were very uncomfortable kneeling on the ground, as if they were going to be melted.

Nezha shook the fire-pointed gun, and the Samadhi True Fire instantly turned into a fire dragon, wrapping around Su Ziyi's body.

Su Ziyi patted it casually, like dust, and the three real fires were instantly extinguished.

Nezha's face changed when he saw this, and his heart was full of shock.

This is impossible!

My Sanwei Zhenhuo is the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, once it is contaminated, it is difficult to extinguish.

Nezha didn't believe in evil, so he used his real body directly, with three heads and six arms, each holding a weapon.

"Huntianling, bundle up!" Nezha snorted softly.

Like a long dragon, the Huntian Ribbon soared into the sky, containing the power of wind, cloud, sky and sea, with the power of shaking the sky and reaching the sea, the sacrifice fell in the air like a block of fire, and directly wrapped around Su Ziyi's body, tightly wrapped.

"Your Majesty!" Shang Rong and the others were startled.

He reached out to save the king, but as soon as his hand touched Huntian Ling, it was bounced back instantly as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hmph, my Lord's Huntian Ling can trap even a golden fairy, let alone a little human king!" Nezha snorted coldly, confident in his Huntian Ling.

Su Ziyi exhaled softly, and Huntianling let go instantly, and landed at Su Ziyi's feet.

"It's good to make carpets." Su Ziyi said softly.

"How is this possible!" Nezha was shocked.

His Huntian Ling is a treasure, it can trap even gods, how could it not be able to bind the person in front of him?
"Nezha, he is the king of men, your magic weapon will not work against him." Yang Ji reminded from the side.

The human king is favored by the heaven, and the magic weapon should not be golden, the Daluo golden immortal should not be disturbed, and the saint should not attack him.

What Yang Ji didn't know was that even if Su Ziyi didn't have the luck of being a king, neither Nezha nor he could hurt the king.

Su Ziyi held the Huntian Ling and said calmly: "Nezha, do things with me, this deity can help you...kill your father!"

Nezha was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he reacted and said:
"Hmph, I don't need others to intervene!"

After finishing speaking, he took out the Qiankun circle with his other hand to trap Su Ziyi, but was held back by Yang Ji.

"Let's go!" Yang Ji pulled Nezha to leave, he could tell that the king in front of him was extraordinary.

Su Ziyi looked up at Yang Ji, he was handsome, with a vertical eye half closed on his forehead.

"Yang Ji, has your mother been rescued?" Ye Kong asked flatly.

When Yang Ji heard this, his expression changed, and he asked in a deep voice:

"How did you know that my mother was imprisoned under Taoshan?"

Because I have seen it... Su Ziyi murmured in his heart, and then said: "Come and do something for me, I will help you rescue your mother."

Hearing this, Yang Ji trembled slightly, but soon suppressed it.

"King Wu's defeat of Zhou is the general trend. Although you are a king of men, you are powerless to return to heaven!" Yang Ji said solemnly.

"With me here, Yin Shang will not let Zhou replace him!" Su Ziyi said domineeringly.

As soon as these words came out, thunder exploded.

Su Ziyi's body was filled with ancient power, sweeping like a tide, covering the heads of everyone, making people tremble from the depths of their souls.

Yang Ji took a few steps back, pulling Nezha to leave.

"Brother Yang, he still has my weapon." Nezha said hastily.

"No, he is the King of People, it's hard to get back what fell into his hands!" Yang Ji said hastily.

All he wanted to do now was to escape from Chaoge and report to his uncle that the king was still alive.

Nezha's teeth were itching with anger, but when he saw Su Ziyi, he immediately called out the Hot Wheels and dragged Yang Ji to run.

Su Ziyi walked up to Nezha stepping on the Huntian silk, and said calmly: "The speed of Hot Wheels is quite fast."

Nezha looked at the chasing king and became even more angry, but also scared.

The wind and fire wheels under his feet started to spin, and even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't keep up, but the king of men caught up with him in one step!

Su Ziyi reached out and grabbed Nezha's Hot Wheels in his hands.

Nezha's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell out directly with Yang Ji, but they were also closer to the city gate.

Su Ziyi slowly left his hand, and then a huge golden handprint appeared in the air, covering the heads of Yang Ji and Nezha.

Yang Ji turned into a mosquito and slipped away from Su Ziyi's fingers.

And Nezha was held in the golden handprint by Su Ziyi.

"You despicable king, let go of me!" Nezha cursed angrily.

"Human King?"

All the people in the city were stunned, they were too sensitive to this word.

And the people who were going to open the city gate also stopped.