"Okay, as long as I can live forever, even if the sky falls apart, the dynasty will change."

The emperor didn't take Long Xuan's words to heart, he only thought it was to scare himself, so he agreed.

As for the calamity that happened a few days ago, in his opinion, it was just a coincidence, and it had little to do with the loss of luck.

Looking at the entire capital, he thought of hundreds of millions of people, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Da Ming should die." ”

"Your Majesty, as long as you take out the ancestral tablets of the emperors of the past dynasties, this immortal is sure to extend the life span of a hundred years."

Long Xuan made a promise, it was not difficult for him to help a person extend his life for a hundred years, it was nothing more than a waste of rare medicinal materials.

As long as the Ming Dynasty loses all its luck, it will soon be subverted, which opens the chains of the emperor's cultivation.

"I'm going to prepare, and I'm going to ask the National Teacher to bother."

Hearing that it could last a hundred years, the emperor was full of smiles and rushed to the palace with joy, although he took out the tablets of the emperors of the past dynasties.

In his opinion, what is the ancestor, anyway, he is going to cultivate immortals, and if he lives for hundreds of years, everything is vain.

The ministers retreated, and they all looked at each other, wanting to get home as quickly as possible and find some curiosities.

As long as you can please this immortal, extending your life for decades is not easy to capture.

"Hey, with these selfish guys, it's strange that the Ming Dynasty won't die."

Long Xuan couldn't help but sigh, and then took out the scroll signed by the ministers, and he was going to start devouring the Dragon of Luck.

From a distance, the entire Daming Luck Dragon has been mutilated by half of its body, and it can be said that it is full of holes and is not far from death.

Long Xuan stretched out his right hand and lightly clicked it, activating this scroll that exuded a vast aura, paving the way for devouring.

"Click......"

This dragon of luck did not resist after seeing Long Xuan's claws, but showed a confused expression.

The current Long Xuan has most of the luck of the Ming Dynasty, and will naturally be considered the master by the golden dragon.

It did not choose to resist, but let Long Xuan dismember it bit by bit, and watched Long Xuan cut it off.

"Hey, I'm a little unbearable......"

After all, Long Xuan was still slowly absorbing Da Ming's luck, and only half of his body was left, and he was already dying.

"Boom ......"

Long Xuan felt the amazing energy in his body, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

But it was suppressed, that is, it was almost stuck, and it was stuck in the later stage of breaking through Jindan.

"When I devour the entire Qi Luck Dragon, I can definitely break through."

There is no way that Long Xuan is a nine-fold golden pill, if he wants to advance, the energy required is nine times that of an ordinary golden pill powerhouse.

As long as Cihang Pudu's centipede essence devours the entire Daming Qi Luck, he may have the certainty of becoming an immortal.

But it was destroyed by Long Xuan, and his body died and turned into a pot of fragrant broth.

"Haha, think about how this guy can waste food."

Long Xuan casually took a little bit, and a pot of fragrant broth was slowly tasted by him, feeling the extraordinaryness of the Yuanying powerhouse.

It can be said that this pot of broth is a heavenly elixir, and as long as it is used properly, it can allow cultivators to break through the bottleneck.

"I really deserve to be the god of food, and I envy me a little."

Long Xuan devoured as if he had never eaten in eight lifetimes, eating meat and drinking soup in large gulps.

This appearance still has the posture of a fairy wind bone, if it is seen by others, it will definitely be considered a foodie.

As the saying goes, if you are tight at the front, you will be tight at the rear.

The current Long Xuan has devoured seventy percent of the luck of the Ming Dynasty, and thirty-six anti-kings appeared in an instant.

For a time, the soldiers were everywhere, and the Ming officials and troops were defeated and defeated, and the country was about to perish.

Long Xuan looked at this very lightly, it is understandable to change the dynasty, as long as he doesn't mess with himself.

The ministers above the Golden Palace ignored the traitors, and instead intensified their looting of rare treasures.

In their opinion, as long as they find a peerless artifact and ask the dragon immortals to take action, they will definitely be able to destroy the army and determine the earth.

Therefore, a group of rebels played a slogan, called the faint king has no way, and the demon dragon pretends to be a ghost.

"Anti-faint king, Zhu Long Xuan......"

This phrase became a slogan that shook the world, and the reigning emperor was considered comparable to the king of Zhou.

Long Xuan's fame spread all over the world in an instant, and he had a fight with Shen Gongbao, both of whom were national teachers, and they were both pretending to be ghosts.

The anti-kings from all walks of life flocked to the city and decided that the first to enter the capital would be the emperor, and this news swept the land like a tornado.

Countless rebel armies are not afraid of death to advance to the capital of the Ming Dynasty, three days to a city, seven days to occupy a mansion.

Now the Ming Dynasty has lost most of its luck, and most of the people are panicked, and most of them have chosen to surrender.

"Report ...... Report...... Your Majesty has brought the tablets of the ancestors of the past dynasties. ”

At the request of Long Xuan, the emperor signed a scroll, on which the ancestors of the past dynasties were represented.

"I have decided to hand over the fortune of the Great Ming to the National Teacher, and I will not regret it even if the sky falls apart."

This scroll was completed and successfully handed over to Long Xuan, which made people can't help but show an excited expression.

"There is hope for Jindan in the later stage......"

Long Xuan couldn't help but muttered to himself, with this scroll, he was sure that he would devour the entire Ming Dynasty's qi luck within three days.

"Come on, this immortal wants to build a sacrificial platform."

Long Xuan waved his hand and gave an order, in order to completely digest the entire Daming Qi Luck, he must sue the Heavenly Dao.

Why so many emperors worshiped the heavens in ancient times, this is not superstition, but there is really some truth.

"I beg God to kill this dragon Xuan who is a disaster to the demon people of the country."

"Long Xuan is a traitor who has not been encountered in a thousand years."

"I hate not being able to slash Long Xuan, this thief."

This is the evaluation of countless people for Long Xuan, who was forcibly dragged by the government to build a sacrificial rooftop.

The project of the sacrificial platform is not small, and Long Xuan also ordered the successful construction within three days, which is equivalent to asking for human life.

But he couldn't care so much, looking at the remnants of Da Ming's luck, Long Xuan couldn't help but lick his lips.

On the first day, in order to build the altar, the officials tortured, embezzled and took bribes, killing a total of 3,000 people.

The next day, because the project was still far from being completed, the corrupt officials intensified and killed 5,000 people.

Through the accumulation of human lives, more than 20,000 fresh lives were taken, which was barely built.

"The people are bitter when they are rejuvenated, and the people who are ...... are suffering"

Long Xuan arrived at the scene of the altar, looking at this huge and brilliant building, he felt a little heartache

This is a high platform in exchange for tens of thousands of corpses, and Long Xuan feels that he must give some compensation price.

He is a person with a moral bottom line, and he never shoots at the weak, unless the other party dies infinitely.

"Today, Benxian is grateful to the warriors who built the sacrificial rooftop, and everyone can get five years of life."

Hearing Long Xuan's words, the toiling people in the audience couldn't help but roll their eyes and look at him angrily.

Then Long Xuan waved his big hand and pointed towards the top of the Nine Heavens, forming a rain of light full of aura.

These rays of light and rain were like nectar from the sky, and everywhere they passed, those who built the altar were excited and boiling.

Their old problems, even incurable diseases, have been cured, and they are still a few years younger.

(End of chapter)