The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was trembling all over.
This is not scary, but irritating.
After all, in his opinion, the whole world belongs to him.
As the saying goes, in the whole world, is it the land of the king? On the shore of the land, is it the ministers of the king? No matter farmers, scholars, businessmen, Taoists...shouldn't they all prostrate themselves at his feet and do whatever they want?
Occasionally, if you get a reward, you should be grateful.
Even if you don't give it, the ministers can't be resentful, otherwise they have evil intentions and should be executed!
But now, I am willing to give up the position of national master.
This is the national master!
The highest honor among Taoists, I don’t know how many people would die from envy if I told you about it.
But what did the immortal Taoist say?
Incentive?
Yes, it is indeed an inducement.
But in this world, how many people can be tempted by the emperor? Shouldn't we kneel down and surrender?
It is your honor to be a chess piece!
The so-called imperial power means that someone must obey.
Once no one listens and the emperor is found to be a frail old man who can still draw blood when he slaps a brick on it, the power of the emperor will be gone.
'Rebellious ministers and traitors should be killed!'
The Emperor of Zhou glanced at Xu Qingyun and the four royal ministers beside him.
I saw that these five people were indeed in a posture of humiliating their ministers and dying. It seemed that as soon as he opened his mouth, they would step forward and fight for their lives.
Emperor Zhou wanted to speak several times, looking at the Qingyun, Mingyue, Daoyun... his heart was filled with a chill again.
The origin of this person is too bizarre, and a demon pet can stir up chaos in the world. We really can't break up with him immediately, we must slowly figure it out.
The emperor forced down the sweetness in his throat and asked in a deep voice: "What does the Taoist Master want?"
"It's not that big of a deal. I came here just to say something to you, the emperor..."
The playful look on Fang Xian's face did not diminish.
In fact, the so-called "position of national preceptor" is indeed very important in Shinto. It even shares part of the authority of the emperor and is almost the same as the country.
If an ordinary Taoist obtains this canonization, he can mobilize the dragon energy and become the best person in the world.
Moreover, he also had his own personality, integrated into the imperial court, and was not suppressed by ordinary official aura and military aura.
It can be said that in the world before, this was the pinnacle of Taoism.
Unfortunately, Fang Xian is deeply aware of its shortcomings.
Just like Master Miaoyu, after being canonized by the imperial court, he was integrated into the general trend and gradually became unable to control himself.
Over time, the body and mind will be affected and undergo certain changes.
Fang Xian can be sure that once he accepts it, the court will have many hidden plots to deal with him later.
Besides, the emperor of Zhou Dynasty's intentions were clearly written on his face, and his malice could not be concealed even if he did not use Daluodong Mysticism.
Almost as soon as he felt it, Fang Xian sentenced the Zhou emperor to death.
'I originally wanted to reach an agreement, but this emperor can't do it, or should I change him?'
The old emperor had been on the throne for many years, and his power was deeply rooted and he did not allow others to invade his territory.
Maybe it would be better with a new emperor.
'Of course...the key is that it doesn't hurt yet!'
'It really hurts my bones and I feel the danger of national subjugation. At this time, I am afraid I have to kneel before the immortal and beg...'
'Of course, I, an immortal, cannot do this, otherwise I will turn into a demon, and I have to let the demon clan and the white ape come!'
Thinking of this, Fang Xian no longer hesitated and turned around to leave.
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was originally thinking about how to make a fool of himself, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
No matter what traps are prepared, the opponent must enter.
Now that Fang Xian has left directly, it is of no use.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Until Fang Xian disappeared and the emperor walked into the palace, he suddenly became furious and threw down the priceless antiques and furnishings: "What are the detectives doing? And you... what are the plans you made for this person? Where are they?
?Xu Qingyun, are you blind? Are you going to let this person swagger into the imperial city and show off his power in front of me?"
Xu Qingyun received a heavy blow on his forehead, and blood flowed across it, but he did not dare to wipe it at all, so he could only kneel and remain silent.
It wasn't until the emperor vented his anger that he said in a deep voice: "The Lord has humiliated me to death. I am not the same as the traitor. But if I want to get rid of the traitor, I am afraid I must use the treasure left by the Holy King. I also ask for your Majesty's approval."
When Emperor Zhou heard this, his expression changed.
The ancient holy king had unparalleled power over heaven and earth, but before that, there were still immortals and gods in this world, and there were all kinds of treasures.
Although most of them lost their aura after the great change and became mortal objects, there are still a few rare treasures that are royal treasures that are useless for ordinary people to take, but they have been the secret collections of the royal families of various dynasties and have been passed down from generation to generation.
This royal treasure, also called the Holy King's Relic, is the last weapon to deal with people like Fang Xian who have exceeded their limits.
"How feasible is it?" Emperor Zhou raised his eyebrows and asked directly.
"Most of the treasures left by the Holy King have been lost or damaged. Only the Eight Directions Absolute Immortal Formation can still be used. It must be activated by dragon energy. There is a 60% certainty!"
Xu Qingyun gritted his teeth and said.
"Sixty percent?! It's still a little low, but there is always a chance. My court is so big, who doesn't have it? Send spies into Fang Xiandao, trace the skills and alchemy, all of this must be done at the same time!"
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty said solemnly.
The system is huge and there are many resources. The advantage is that you can try any method.
Anyway, even if it fails, the loss will not be much, and at most the person in charge of one party will be responsible for taking the blame, not the emperor and Xu Qingyun.
Therefore, you can have any plan and try any plan. Even if you fail a hundred times, as long as you succeed once, you will make a lot of money.
It is impossible for Fang Xiandao to open the mountain gate without any spies from the imperial court.
However, Fang Xian has the mystical view of Da Luo Cave and has long known about it.
Just wait until the war between immortals and monsters begins, and let them all die in battle.
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"oh?"
At this time, Fang Xian's Yin God was entrenched in the sky above the capital, and Daluodong Mystic Temple felt a sense of danger: "It is worthy of being a Dragon Court, and it has some background... What can make me feel dangerous, could it be some ancient thing?"
A legacy?"
"However, this world has no spiritual energy, and can only be activated by dragon energy... If most of this world does not belong to the Great Zhou Dynasty, how much of the emperor's dragon energy can be left?"
He would never take a risk on his own, so he was ready to use this tactic to draw out the firepower.
I won’t leave at this time, just to continue to watch the fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"Fifty percent of the dragon energy in the world is used for maintenance everywhere, 30% is with the emperor, and 10% is with the king of Jin, and the last 10% is divided among the many princes..."
"Now that King Jin is dead, the flow of dragon energy has changed drastically. Among the government and the public, the loudest voices are King Qin and King Yan..."
"However, now I still have the final say on who will be the emperor!"
Fang Xian waved his hand, and a stream of light disappeared somewhere in the capital.
He glanced in a certain direction again before drifting away.
Somewhere in the capital.
After finally escaping from the battlefield and returning to the capital, Zhou Zhu suddenly shuddered.