Chapter 389: The Bitter Kan Evil Emperor

The Great Ming Dynasty!

Middle Heaven Temple!

At this moment, a grand court meeting is being held, this is not a routine court meeting, but it is specially held to welcome the Yao Sheng's clan to join.

There are friends from afar, don't you say!

Moreover, the Medicine Saint Clan has the strength to be ceremoniously welcomed, and with the power of one clan, it controls more than eighty percent of the alchemists in the mainland, and has several ninth-grade alchemists and dozens of eighth-grade alchemists.

Special occupations have always been scarce in the ancient Ming Dynasty.

"Minister, see the ancient lord!"

The patriarch of the Medicine Saint Clan stood in the center of the main hall, wearing a purple official robe, and saluted respectfully.

Only standing in the court, he felt the strength of the ancient Ming Dynasty, almost all the civil officials were served by Wen Xiu, and in the camp of military generals, there were faint breaths of several saint-level military generals.

"Please, on behalf of the Great Ming Ancient Dynasty, welcome the Medicine Saint Clan to join!"

The rest of his life sat on the imperial chair, and the two golden dragons of luck circled around his body, and the emperor's power was Guangze, which made people subconsciously surrender.

Guo Jia, who was standing at the head of the civil officials, walked to the foot of His Majesty, faced the civil and military officials, took out a holy decree, and read it aloud: "The ancient lord's edict said, the alchemy of the Medicine Saint Clan is superb, and it is meritorious to resist the evil soul clan, although it is a force of the Heavenly Alliance, it can repent in the middle of the way, join the Ming Ancient Dynasty, and the patriarch of the special medicine saint clan is a baron, a third-grade official, and the deputy pavilion master of the Dan Pavilion, Qin this!"

The patriarch of the Medicine Saint Clan had a straight face, and after receiving the holy decree, he bowed deeply and said, "Minister, thank you Ancient Lord!"

Although he only got the baron, a third-rank official, he was already very satisfied.

According to his understanding, the official canonization of the ancient Ming Dynasty was rigorous, and he could become a member of the three grades, either a minister or a feudal official, and the total number of people was only a thousand.

And the title is even more scarce, and it must be made for the benefit of the country and the people, and the merit for thousands of years in order to obtain the title.

As soon as he joined the Ming Dynasty, he obtained official titles and titles, and I don't know how many people envy him.

"Get up, please!"

Yu Sheng raised his hand and smiled.

The patriarch of the Medicine Saint Clan stood upright, walked to the ranks of civil officials, and stood behind the Shangshu of each ministry and in front of the officials of the three grades.

"Li Bai takes the order!"

Yu Sheng continued, taking out a holy decree.

"The minister is here!"

Li Bai stepped forward and saluted.

"Order, Li Bai has made meritorious efforts to repel the evil soul Xuan Dynasty, promoted the official to the first grade, is a second-grade official, establishes the Wenyuan Pavilion, is in charge of the world's poetry, and teaches poetry!"

Yu Sheng read out.

The canonization in the decree was a decision made by him after careful consideration.

Three thousand avenues, the small thousand worlds are promoted to the middle thousand worlds, in addition to the peerless powerhouses, three hundred avenues are also needed to stabilize the void with the power of the great avenue and create the universe.

Poetry and writing are a kind of literature!

A poem, a sentence, using the law of poetry, can play a powerful and unique role, the upper can kill demons, and the lower can cultivate sentiment, which is a powerful law.

"Minister, thank you!"

After listening to the canonization, Li Bai looked overjoyed, as a martial artist who immediately broke through the earth immortals, he vaguely guessed the idea of the rest of his life, that is, to take the palm alone.

Spread the Great Dao, and all those who cultivate the Great Dao of Poetry and Literature are his disciples!

At that time, he will be called ...... Dao Master!

"Stand down!"

Yu Sheng chuckled, and the holy decree floated in the air and floated in front of Li Bai.

Li Bai accepted the holy decree and respectfully retreated.

At this moment, the civil and military officials looked at Li Bai with envy in their eyes, eager to replace him and become the master of Wenyuan Pavilion.

Take charge of the road!

If it is said that the imperial court governs the country, manages the legal system, and affects the fortune of a country, then the Taoist master controls the fate of the warrior and affects the future of the world.

It's clear which is more important at a glance!

A group of people watched the rest of their lives in disdain, wanting to get a reward.

"Feast!"

Yu Sheng pretended not to see it, clapped his hands and ordered.

The Lord of the Great Dao is not granted by the king, but it depends on personal efforts to condense the Great Dao, which is a difficult road that requires ordinary people to pay a price that ordinary people can't imagine.

Outside the main hall, a group of palace maids walked in, carrying tables and chairs, and serving a plate of delicacies, which was fragrant and attractive, making people's throats roll and swallow saliva.

After everyone took their seats, several dancers walked into the hall, with long sleeves fluttering, dancing in the red dust, and the musicians in the palace played, blowing a beautiful melody, making people intoxicated in the world of music.

At this moment, the chaos of the world disappears, and only the mood is indifferent!

At this moment, the murderous spirit disappears, and there is only tranquility and comfort!

......

"Emperor Xuan's edict said, seal the evil emperor as a messenger, send an envoy to the Ming Ancient Dynasty, and redeem the evil soul prince and the six ancestors of the evil soul!"

One hundred thousand mountains, the world space passage connecting the small world of Lingwu, an envoy of the Evil Spirit Palace, pointed his throat, read out his will loudly.

In front of him, the army of millions of evil spirits was neatly arrayed, with banners in the sky, all over the mountains and fields, and it looked neat, but if you looked closely, you would find that the soldiers looked listless.

After losing the battle and losing the prince, it's no wonder that he can be happy!

"Minister, take the order!"

Emperor Yu Kan stood in front of the army, and after listening to the content of the will, his face turned dark, remembering the humiliation he suffered when he sent an envoy to the Ming Dynasty last time, and resisted a little.

But does he dare not go?

As a minister, he is obliged to obey the holy decree, and he has the responsibility to save the evil soul prince.

The prince of a country cannot be controlled by the enemy!

"I'm bleeding again!"

The Kan Evil Emperor exhaled, his face was full of sorrow, and he felt a little pain in his wrist, waved his hand, and motioned for the army to be stationed in place to prepare for the Evil Soul Prince.

In the afternoon of the same day, he submitted his credentials to the Ming Dynasty and determined the specific time of the envoy.

"Is him again?"

The next morning, Yu Sheng received the letter of state submitted by the Kan Evil Emperor, and when he thought of the Great Emperor Warrior who was only worth 100 million spirit stones, he couldn't help but show a strange smile.

There is a word that is used well, it is called slaughter!

Once born, twice cooked!

How much is the evil soul prince worth this time?

Yu Sheng clubbed his chin, his eyes lit up, and began to think about how appropriate the offer was.

Why don't you open an auction and the highest bidder wins?

......

"Your Majesty, two days later, the Evil Emperor Kan will send an envoy to the Ming Ancient Dynasty to redeem the Evil Soul Prince!"

In the Great Yan Emperor Dynasty, in the magnificent palace, a scout knelt on one knee.

"The Evil Soul Prince?"

The Great Yan Emperor sat paralyzed on the imperial chair, and when he heard the scout's words, he sat up straight, his fingers tapped on the armrest, and he pondered for a moment, and two cold rays shot out of his eyes, freezing the void.

The scout's body trembled, his head hit the ground, and he muttered to himself, the emperor who cultivated the fire attribute technique actually emitted a cold aura.

Shouldn't there be a mistake in cultivation?

"You step back first!"

The Great Yan Emperor commanded in a cold voice.

"Retire!"

The scout hurriedly saluted, trembling out of the hall, and just as he was about to leave, he felt a pain in his chest, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and the brutal force swept away, and the ashes were annihilated.

"The Ming Dynasty, don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame, blame you for developing too fast......"

The Great Flame Emperor withdrew his blood-stained sword and said in a hoarse voice, like a demon whispering.