Adams didn't come alone. He really did borrow more than 800 people.
These 800 people were all loyal to Khubilai. Originally, Khubilai wanted to develop them into his own subordinates.
However, after narrowly escaping death, Khubilai did not hesitate to let them follow Adams to break out of the encirclement and deal with the person who took his kidney.
Originally, there were 1000 people, but when they broke out of the encirclement, more than 100 died. Then, the rebel army chased after them, and another 100 died.
At this moment, there were also 10,000 rebel soldiers following Adams here.
"You led 10,000 rebel soldiers here? You might as well not have come! "Master Gou said.
Adams said, "Even if I didn't come, they would have come. Hebei is now under the rebel army's control. Do you think they don't know what happened at the Yellow River?"
Because the rebel king in the north was not killed, Khubilai had basically lost control of Hebei. The golden heart was so eye-catching that it was impossible for the rebel army not to know.
The reason why the rebel army came down south was because they wanted to see what this thing was. It was not just to chase after these 800 people.
The leader was a Mongol lord. As he got closer to the dragon heart, he felt more and more respect.
His cavalry was not useful in sieging the city, so he brought all of them here. When they got close to the golden river and saw the golden river rising into the sky like smoke, he was shocked.
Mo Qiong used a black wall to block the golden river, causing it to flow into the sky. In his eyes, he was like a god.
The lord reined in his horse and looked at the golden river in a daze.
Seeing this, Adams rolled his eyes and suddenly brought his men down from their horses to kowtow, shouting loudly, "Da Yuan Special Envoy Adams pays his respects to the Black Emperor."
Instantly, the 800 people all knelt down.
"Black King?" The lord naturally did not recognize Mo Qiong. When he saw how respectful Khubilai's people were, and how extraordinary this phenomenon was, he did not dare to be careless.
He ordered his troops to get off their horses and kowtow, "Mo Rigen's troops … greet … greet the Black King …"
Instantly, the 10,000 cavalry all knelt down.
Since Khubilai's people did that, he also felt that Mo Qiong was a god.
No matter which god he was, there was nothing wrong with being polite.
Mo Rigen thought to himself, 'Khubilai did not hesitate to bring out his trump cards, he must know what is so special about this giant.'
From Mo Rigen's point of view, Kublai Khan had no reason to care about the matters of the Yellow River. He was trapped in the Capital City, and the war was urgent. Changing the Yellow River had nothing to do with him.
Were they going to send people to help with the disaster?
This was definitely something that would affect the battle situation and benefit him. Otherwise, Khubilai would not have cared if the Yellow River was overflowing or not.
Khubilai's men came all the way here, there must be something fishy going on! Mo Rigen thought to himself that he should follow suit and observe the situation first.
However, as the Mongol King, he had his pride. So what if he was a god? Their cavalry had trampled over at least eight hundred temples, if not a thousand.
If the heavenly deities were to become his enemy and help Khubilai, then the ten thousand cavalry would not be just for show!
Adams hadn't gotten up yet, but Moligen had already gotten up and bowed slightly.
Soon after, he ordered the army to slowly advance. He wanted to see what Mo Qiong was capable of and what the Golden River and Giant Heart were.
Adams saw that the troops were moving again and shouted, "Black Emperor is here, you dare to be so impudent?"
Mo Rigen saw that Mo Qiong was blocking the river and was quite wary.
Adams hurriedly said, "Black Emperor, please help Dayuan quell the rebellion!"
Mo Rigen squinted his eyes and thought to himself, as expected.
However, Black Emperor did not do anything. He just looked at the sky and used the black iron to guide the Golden River to fly up.
Mo Rigen could not help but mutter, "What is this Black Emperor doing?"
Just as he finished muttering, a voice rang out in his mind, "A dragon fell in the wild, and its blood was yellow. It cut off the flow of life and death. It was Black Emperor's will to rule the world."
Mo Rigen snorted. The meaning of this sentence was simple. A heavenly dragon fell, and the golden blood that flowed out cut off the flow of life in the mortal world. This Black Emperor was here to rule this disaster.
Thinking about this, Mo Rigen was shocked. If the blood was dragon's blood, then the giant heart was the dragon's heart? Oh my god, then how big was the dragon?
Because of some accident, the heavenly dragon fell, the dragon's heart fell, and the dragon's blood mixed into the Yellow River. So, this Black Emperor came down to rule the world?
Mo Rigen could not help but have some thoughts. Could this be a great opportunity? Maybe this dragon's blood could make one live forever.
That was what he thought. However, Adams thought faster than him.
Adams exclaimed in shock, "What? This is dragon's blood? "
As he spoke, he actually jumped up and rushed towards the Golden River.
Mo Rigen panicked. How could he let Khubilai's people get ahead of him! He immediately wanted to send an army forward to kill and drink the dragon's blood.
However, just as Adams touched the Golden River, he cried out in pain, "Ah!"
This cry was extremely tragic. Looking at Adams, his arm was actually broken! It was as if it was trampled by thousands of horses.
Although it quickly healed, the pain did not seem to lessen. Adams took a few steps back and fell to the ground. He cried out crazily and rolled on the ground.
"Ah ah ah ah!" After seeing Adams touch the dragon's blood, he struggled hysterically.
Mo Rigen was instantly frightened and did not dare to let anyone near the Golden River.
It was because Adams's sinister and pale face was too terrifying. It was as if it was not just the pain of his arm being broken, but some kind of torturous power had invaded his limbs and organs. It made him feel the greatest pain in the world. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die.
"Save me! Black Emperor, save me! "Adams cried out hysterically.
Mo Qiong said calmly, "Don't go near the dragon's blood."
After being strengthened by the dragon's blood, his voice was as loud as a bell.
Seeing Adams' miserable state, Mo Rigen felt a lingering fear and did not dare to move forward.
Mo Qiong did not speak in Mongolian, but he could understand. He thought that maybe the dragon's blood was not something that mortals could touch, or maybe the Black Emperor did something.
In any case, it was better to give up on the idea that drinking the dragon's blood could make one live forever.
At least, Mo Rigen did not dare to act rashly.
"Kill me! Kill me! " Adams's body floated up inexplicably and then twisted into all kinds of postures in the air. Coupled with the desperate screams that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, it made people's scalps numb.
This guy seemed to be molded by an invisible hand in the air and was thrown around. The eight hundred men of sacrifice beside him could not kill him and could only kneel on the ground and beg the Black Emperor for mercy.
Seeing this, Mo Rigen realized that there were many animals floating in the Golden River. They were all alive and kicking. He immediately realized that this was not a problem with the dragon's blood. It was probably the Black Emperor warning Adams.
"So powerful. Even from tens of meters away, it can make people feel so much pain that they want to die …"
Mo Rigen looked at the Black Emperor's cold expression and thought that this god was not easy to get along with. Even the lackeys sent by Khubilai were tortured to such a state. As an outsider, if he dared to approach the dragon's blood, what would happen?
While dispelling his desire for the dragon's blood, he became very curious about the Black Emperor's identity. He even felt that the reason why Khubilai could become the emperor was because he worshipped this god.
Thus, he called over his subordinates who were proficient in Han studies and asked, "What kind of god is this Black Emperor? Have you heard of him? "
The person said, "Khan, the Black Emperor is one of the Five Emperors, Emperor Xuan."
Mo Rigen was stunned. One of the Five Emperors?
The person continued, "The Black Emperor was born in Ruoshui. His name is Gao Yang and his name is Qian Huang. He was born in the Nine States and belongs to the North. He is Emperor Zhuanxu."
Mo Rigen was dumbfounded. This did not seem like a small god.
"Is he very powerful? There are too many gods among the Han people. I have never seen anyone burn incense for this Black Emperor. I saw that the Song people often burn incense for some Heavenly Lord. How does this Heavenly Lord compare to the Black Emperor? "
The person was speechless. He said, "Khan, this … this is not comparable …"
"The Five Emperors are all ancestral gods of the Han people. Ancestral gods, do you understand? This is not a god who burns incense. This belief is rooted in the blood. "
"No one will say that they believe in the Five Emperors because the Five Emperors are natural. It is a belief that exists with the Han people. There is no need to say or prove it."
Mo Rigen did not understand. He had never seen this kind of belief. In his eyes, the god that was mentioned by more people was the greatest god.
How could there be this kind of belief that reached the highest level? There was no incense at all.
The subordinate did not dare to say it too clearly because the real reason was very simple. A god with unparalleled merit would leave behind a legacy. No one would ask for anything from them. They still had to burn incense and pray for the other party to protect their god. This in itself meant that they had never really protected the people.
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