Huang San knew very well what his word "kill" means. Like Lin Fan, even those who are loyal, kind and righteous and who love their people have killed too many people.

The murderous aura contained in such a human body is unimaginable to ordinary people. The word "kill" will increase the murderous intention several times for people containing such a human body.

"Mr. Huang, I came to you today with respect and sincerity. Although you are the saint of literature, you have lived for more than two hundred years, and you have not had much time."

King Jiang Xia said with a sneer.

The lifespan of ordinary people is usually sixty or seventy years old. Ordinary warriors can live more than one hundred years old. The warriors who have entered the star will live less than one hundred and fifty years old.

Only those warriors in the nine-star pole realm can live to over 200 years old. Huang San is a literati. He has no cultivation but can live to over 200 years old. The explanatory text can also support people.

"Your Majesty, you'd better go back, this matter is undiscussed."

Huang San said with a smile.

How could a great scholar like him care about his age? Even if he dies tomorrow, it will be tomorrow's business. If he dies next moment, it will be the next moment. It has nothing to do with himself now. This is great freedom.

"Mr. Huang, you are the Venerable, so you are naturally free of worries. However, you also have family members. I know that your descendants are in the Tang Dynasty."

King Jiangxia said with a smile.

Even Huang San is a sage of Wen Sheng, but his descendants have reproduced for five generations and have long forgotten his ancestor.

Huang San was unwilling to let his descendants know his existence. After all, that would not be a good thing for them, but only a threat.

"Prince, why are you so aggressive? Huang doesn't seem to have provoked you."

Huang San said in a deep voice.

His family has always been his weakness. Although he cannot recognize his descendants, he often goes to see them and treats them as ordinary venerables.

He had already done a lot of secrets, but he didn't expect that he was found by King Jiang Xia.

"Haha, Mr. Huang naturally never provoked me. I did this to help Mr. Huang take care of his family!"

King Jiang Xia said with a sneer.

This is a naked threat, but Huang San could not refuse. With the strength of Wen Sheng, he could easily kill the nine-star pole realm powerhouses of the Yin and Yang family.

However, it has no lethality to ordinary people, and it is even more ineffective for people with royal blood like themselves.

"Oh! Prince, please forgive me for being frank, Lord Wenwu serves the country and the people. Now the Tang Dynasty is in such a storm. Without him, the Tang Dynasty may also die."

Huang San sighed and said in a deep voice.

He wanted to persuade King Jiangxia in the end, after all, Lin Fan was too important to the Tang Dynasty today.

There was a grim smile on King Jiang Xia's face. How could he not know about Lin Fan's importance? However, if Lin Fan stood firm and Li Yan abdicated, he would have no chance.

"I would also like to give my name to Mr. Huang."

King Jiangxia said.

"Oh! The word "kill" may not necessarily kill the civil and military officials, but it will bring you a killing disaster!"

Huang San said in a deep voice.

He picked up the pen and wrote the word "kill" on the previous piece of rice paper with only one dot, but there was a little above the word "kill".

King Jiang Xia looked at this character and showed a look of suspicion in his eyes. However, he felt that the luck of this character was continuous and murderous intent.

"Thank you, Mr. Huang, you gave the word "kill" today. In the future, I will protect your descendants from blessing for thousands of years."

King Jiangxia said with a smile.

He left Huang San's courtyard with the word "kill". After the three of them left, Huang San sighed, wondering if the civil and military officials could escape this disaster.

At this time, Lin Fan was cultivating Haoran's righteousness in the palace. His cultivation was quickly solidified and he was about to recover to the Nine Star Pole Realm.

However, when he just felt like he had a breakthrough, he felt the three true qi repulsion, as if three good friends had conflicts.

"Why? My three true qi are obviously not so estranged. Why do you feel this way when you are about to break through?"

Lin Fan said to himself.

Immediately afterwards, he made a breakthrough again and found that this was still the case. It seemed that it was too difficult to break through to the Nine Star Polar Realm with the help of three true qi!

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Suddenly, Lin Fan noticed that there was a dragon-shaped mark on his right arm. This mark was not very heavy, and you could only see it carefully.

"This is! One Dragon's luck!"

Lin Fan was extremely shocked.

He has system and righteousness, and he knows the origin of this dragon's fortune.

It is rumored that only the founding lord will give birth to this dragon-shaped mark, which represents the condensation of a country's fortune. The higher the founding achievements of an imperial ancestor, the more such fortune will be.

A person like Qin Shihuang had at least the fortune of the Five Dragons. When Zhao Kuangyin was like Zhao Kuangyin, the throne ascended by the Chenqiao mutiny was at most the fortune of the One Dragon.

However, this luck can grow, but the condition for growth is that you have to make great contributions to the country.

Moreover, after the death of the founding emperor, his body would be buried in the dragon's den. Why did he do this? It was to preserve his luck.

As long as this luck continues, the dynasty will almost never be extinct unless someone can cut off the dragon energy, or give birth to a stronger dragon energy itself.

Like the Qin Dynasty, the dragon energy was quickly extinct. Lin Fan was not the emperor, nor was he the founding emperor. How could a dragon luck be born?

Could it be!

Is it Fusang?

Lin Fan thought of the Great Dragon Dynasty he created. After sending two thousand arrow formation soldiers, he never took care of it. Could it be that something had changed there?

What Lin Fan didn't know was that the Dalong Dynasty was fighting against a powerful enemy at this time, and the two thousand arrow formation soldiers had been guarding the city for more than a month.

Their enemy was a group of barbarians riding strange beasts. They were praying that Lin Fan would send troops to rescue them at all times.

"No, I will write a letter to send it back to Zhenzhou now, and ask Pang Tong to send Wang Jingze to take a look. If there is a problem with the Dalong Dynasty, there will be a lot of trouble."

Lin Fan said to himself that he immediately wrote a letter and sent it back.

At this time, Pang Tong was stepping up training soldiers. After Lin Fan transferred 50,000 people, there were only 50,000 people left in Zhenzhou, and a lot of resources were spared.

"Well? Lord, I actually asked me to send troops to Fusang!"

Pang Tong was a little surprised.

He deduced the number of days and found that there was indeed a major change in Fusang, which actually caused national destiny, and that national destiny was closely linked to Lin Fan.

"Wang Jingze! You quickly bring 30,000 troops to Fusang to help the soldiers in the Arrow Camp there!"
Chapter completed!