Changluo.

As the capital of the Second Yan Han Empire, it is protected by eight cities and gathers thousands of prosperity.

Even at night, there are still scenes of fire trees and silver flowers all the time.

Located at the heart of all these grand scenes, the palace is naturally the palace.

A simple car carrying a middle-aged Taoist with an ordinary appearance was driving in the imperial city in such a dignified manner, attracting a lot of attention.

It should be noted that this forbidden place of the emperor has always been strictly prohibited from riding a horse and riding a sedan chair.

The only one who can do this is His Majesty, the emperor who holds the supreme power of this empire, and a few people.

But when the middle-aged Taoist got out of the car, all his eyes took it for granted.

Because the other party is the head of the Taishang Dragon and Tiger Sect, the Ming Zhenjun Qingwei Dao!

Such an identity is naturally a matter of course to be given the qualification to ride a horse and ride a sedan chair in the imperial city.

The King of Miao Zhenjun got off the car and went straight into Chengtian Palace without any stopping him.

This hall was originally called Daoji Hall. In the first year of Chengtian, it was renamed by the old emperor, which was also a big storm.

At that time, several officials who wrote to the letter to oppose the matter were killed.

But the old emperor still pushed all this forward with an extremely tough attitude.

After waiting for a while, a small eunuch came out to pass the imperial edict:

"Xuan...the Miaozhen Lord of Qing Weidao meets you!"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded slightly and entered the hall.

Chengtian Palace is magnificent, with nine dragons and pillars, and its atmosphere is magnificent.

Not only that, the nine golden dragons seemed not carved by dead objects, but were like the manifestation of dragon energy. Eighteen eyes with divine light stared at outsiders.

As the core of the Yan Han Empire, the main hall of the imperial city and the place where the emperor is, this place is of course the center of the world and a place with a heavy dragon energy.

Even ordinary Yuandan real people will be greatly suppressed.

However, the face of the Master Miao Zhen of Qingwei did not change at all, and he bowed: "The Taoist has seen Your Majesty!"

Behind the imperial desk was a white-haired old man sitting.

He looked ordinary, only wore a bright yellow embroidered dragon robe, a simple bun on his head, and there was no cumbersome dress or accessories.

The twelve chapters of the crown garment are worn only during sacrifices, and they are usually a burden.

The emperors of the Second Emperor of the Yan Han Dynasty no longer need to use deliberate etiquette to prove their status and nobility.

In this world where Taoism shows saints, the protection of dragon energy and the power flowing in the blood vessels are the best proof!

Only the true mortal emperor will think of using various etiquette, regulations, and careful division of enjoyment in life to artificially distinguish classes.

And the real emperor doesn't need all this!

"Lao Zhenjun came to visit the night, but there was something to discuss!"

The old emperor's voice was calm and he handed a memorial to the King of Miao Zhen of Qingwei.

Although the result can be obtained by using the innate Bagua after divination, in order to show respect, the middle-aged Taoist still took the note and glanced slightly: "Daze City, the fourth prince was assassinated?"

A hint of flush appeared on the old emperor's face, anger appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly coughed a few times: "Cough cough... the state is difficult... they actually have to fight so much intra-fighting, and they are even more crazy about colluding with outsiders!"

How terrifying is the emperor's anger?

The nine golden dragons seemed to have opened their bloody mouths, trying to choose people and eat them.

As for the eunuchs and palace maids who served, they were so scared that they knelt on the ground, wishing they had no ears.

"Your Majesty does not need to be angry. Fortunately, the Fourth Prince is blessed by God and is safe and sound."

Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun bowed again.

The old emperor panted and pushed away the eunuch who wanted to step forward to massage him. Looking at the middle-aged Taoist, he was very envious.

Emperors of all dynasties naturally wanted to practice, but it seemed that it was difficult to achieve the right result because of the interference of the dragon energy.

‘If my youth is always there, how could those rebellious sons have developed so many thoughts and put them into action?’

The old emperor had a flame in his heart, but he knew very well that his body was getting worse and worse.

I'm afraid... the deadline is not far away!

But he didn't want to die!

With great power in his hands, the world is slaughtered. It is not enough to enjoy it for decades. He wants to enjoy it for another five hundred years!

Anyone who stands above this target is an enemy!

Even his son is the same, such as the unlucky prince who plots against him...

"It's thanks to the protection of a casual cultivator, Si'er is safe..."

The old emperor said: "It's just tonight... According to the news, the soul of the wandering cultivator just now killed the Faceless Buddha with a flying sword."

"The faceless Buddha and the demon are both practicing, and they have survived the second catastrophe. Even if they are in the soul, it is quite good..."

As a Dharmakaya cultivator, Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun commented lightly.

"This person is named Zhong Shenxiu, and has a nickname called Mr. Shenxiu... He has been in the Fufeng Protectorate Palace before. At first, he showed his supernatural powers and cultivation. He suddenly became a Yuandan three years ago, but now... he is a Yuanshen cultivator."

The old emperor said slowly.

It took only a few hours from the incident, to the message passing, and to his hands.

Knowing all this in such a short time is enough to prove the horror of the royal family.

"It's not bad...but I've achieved the soul in three years?" The middle-aged Taoist laughed in silence: "This is absolutely impossible!"

The new method does not only require time to settle, but also because it takes time to deal with pollution, and it is not a good thing to cut off the precipitation by leaps and bounds.

There is often only one consequence of doing this, that is, it is to completely lose control and turn into a monster!

"I also think I am a gamer. My previous magical powers and Yuandan are just pretending... This person has some rift with your Dragon and Tiger Sect and killed a disciple."

The old emperor continued, expressionless, making people unable to see the joy and anger.

"Let your Majesty give you everything!" the middle-aged Taoist answered calmly.

He really didn't take it seriously by a disciple. If the old emperor wanted to make peace in the middle, he would have no intention of opposing it.

"The country is really in trouble now. It is good to have one more soul to use it for me... Besides, this person has some contributions."

The old emperor said: "I have two decrees here. One is to sign him the True Lord, and you will issue the decree in person! There is another..."

"If this person really has a secret or has bad intentions, the Taoist will kill him..." Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun's expression did not change at all.

If the other party is just an ordinary soul and has good combat power, you might as well take it for yourself.

The title of True Lord has always been a merely possessed Dharma body, and there are very few cultivators in the soul. With this honor, 99% of cultivators in the world have to work hard.

In fact, it's just a nicer ban, so you don't have to take it too seriously.

"I also mean a thousand-month horse bone. If the investigation is normal, tell this new true lord... I can meet one condition, whether it is someone, fief, or martial arts!"

The old emperor said calmly.

In fact, a truly powerful cultivator of the soul will not be confused by a name.
Chapter completed!