The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 156 The envoy of Wu Zong, kneeling to read the decree
The name of the King of Kyushu became stinking in the street in one day, and even if he didn't add oil and vinegar to his actions, he could hear the teeth of those traffickers and pawns itching.

Almost everyone scolded the King of Kyushu for his shamelessness and cruelty. Even a young child would spit out his disgust when he heard the name of the King of Kyushu.

And Luoyang, who killed his relatives and murdered the king of Kyushu with righteousness, suddenly ascended to the clouds again, and was pushed up into the sky by everyone, and the image of Mingjun became more popular.

Time continued to pass, and the days passed day by day. On this day, hearty laughter came from a secret room in the palace. Luo Yang walked out happily holding Luo Yu in his arms.

The reason why Luo Yang is so happy is because Luo Yu has just broken through to the innate realm. That talent is really not there, it is much stronger than him before, and if you use the system to sweep it, it turns out to be an innate treasure body with a lot of talent.

These days are going very happily. Although the realm of unsystematic missions still stays in the sixth heaven of dragon and tiger, he is not in a hurry. After all, he is the most powerful in the imperial city.

In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of April. On this day, in the Guanxing Pavilion in the east of the imperial city, there was a golden pond sparkling, and golden lotuses bloomed in full bloom.

This is the Golden Pond and Lotus of the National Fortune of the Han Empire. When Luoyang was still empty, there was only one Golden Lotus of the National Fortune of the Han Empire left, and it was almost withered.

That represented that the Great Han Empire was as imposing as a gossamer, and was almost about to perish, but at this moment, the golden light was shining brightly, and the eight lotus flowers were in full bloom, dripping with dew, crystal clear like pearls.

Luoyang sat cross-legged on the edge of the National Fortune Golden Pond, and the dragon jade seal was suspended in front of him. Luoyang's hands were sealed, and the surrounding fog was clear, turning into a dragon and tiger, constantly changing shapes.

Endless pale golden mist swirls and rotates one by one, like a galaxy in the sky, surrounding Luoyang, flowing continuously, pouring into his body, and then emerging again.

Everything seemed extraordinarily strange. At a certain moment, Luoyang pointed at the Jiaolong Yuxi, and all the mist poured into his body like a hundred rivers and seas.

Luoyang's body trembled, and the light golden mist shuttled back and forth among the bones of his body, nourishing the internal organs, and finally fell into the sea of ​​​​qi in the dantian like a swallow returning to its nest, emitting a whirling light.

However, the aura revealed by Luoyang keeps rising, from the sixth heaven of dragon and tiger to the tenth heaven of dragon and tiger. This is the meaning of using the Jiaolong Yuxi.

It is possible to gather the national destiny between the heaven and the earth, and then pour it into his body to increase his strength to fight. Of course, this must be within the scope of the country, and there is no blessing of this kind of national destiny in the outside world.

The big array in the imperial city can only make him strong in the imperial city, while the power of the national destiny has expanded its scope, and it is useful within the entire territory of the country, which is not a small benefit.

The pursuit of the blood clan has not been relaxed these days. Jin Yiwei made a secret investigation and used a lot of manpower and material resources to investigate, and finally found that all this was related to the high-level officials of the Huanyang Sect.

If these sects Luoyang are involved, you should be careful, because you are afraid of affecting Wu Zong. They have martial sages in the Taoist realm, and Luoyang is not an opponent now.

Although Wu Shengren is only Daotai First Layer, Luo Yang, who has seen the power of Daotai monks, knows his horror, but of course he is not afraid.

After all, Luoyang had exchanged a large amount of imperial power for countless magic weapons. It was really a martial sage who personally dealt with him, or he could use these countless magic weapons to pile him up to death.

These days, he has arranged hundreds of magic circles of the vajra perfection level in the imperial city and palace. It can be said that they are impenetrable, but he just doesn't want to cause too much trouble.

But if he doesn't provoke others, it doesn't mean that others won't provoke him. After all, that's how the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

April [-]th was the day of the court meeting as usual. The slender Luoyang sat on the dragon chair, chatting and laughing happily with the courtiers and workers. Although he looked unassuming, his majesty was getting deeper and deeper.

The Han Empire is completely on the right track. Today's spring is smooth and the crops in the fields are growing vigorously. It looks like a good harvest year. The common people are praying for the emperor's health and longevity.

The atmosphere above the court hall is lively yet solemn, listed as the directors of the ministers' respective exhibitions, planning the future, and planning the future of the Han Empire.

"Whoa!"

There was the sound of cranes, piercing through gold and cracking rocks, clearing the sky. Everyone including Luoyang looked up, only to see a huge crane appearing above the palace.

This crane's streamlined body has a wingspan of hundreds of feet. It has snow-white feathers, which are very soft and smooth, and a bright red spot on the top of its head is shining like a cinnabar mark.

As soon as it spread its wings, it went from the outside of the palace to the top of the central purple air hall, and flew in the sky without ignoring the rules of the palace, pressing everyone down.

This is a great demon of the Vajra realm, coming with a snow-white aura and strong wind, holding his head high, very proud.

Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it pecked at the imperial garden. The ink dragon lurking in the lotus pond in the imperial garden screamed strangely, and turned away in fright.

But the crane kept chasing after it, and completely regarded it as a meal on the plate. It grabbed the ink jiao with one claw, and then threw it out, falling all over the place.

In an instant, there was danger everywhere, and the long mouth pecked down like a spear, trying to tear Mo Jiao open.

And there was a middle-aged man standing on the back of the crane, with a beard about a foot long, long hair fluttering, and a snow-white robe, almost one body with the crane.

This is a master, cultivated in the Seventh Heavenly Layer of Vajra, very arrogant and nostrils upturned, he did not stop the evil deeds of the cranes at all, but bears the tacit consent of his hands without saying a word.

On the left chest of his white robe is the seal of a magnificent palace. This palace is built among the high mountains, with countless auspicious clouds floating, auspicious beasts crawling, and colorful birds flying.

"Help, Your Majesty, you are dying! Someone is bullying your dragon, this is not giving you face, you are taking the life of the dragon in broad daylight! Help!"

Mo Jiao yelled while running for his life, and headed towards the central Ziqi Hall.

"enough."

Luo Yang let out a cold snort, and a great array of lights glowed in the palace. A big hand with spiritual power stretched out and grabbed Mo Jiao, and then retracted into the central Purple Qi Hall.

This was Luo Yang's move, and he rescued Mo Jiao in a short time, and put him in the spirit beast bag.

Immediately, the crane let out a displeased neigh when it found that there was no Jiaolong, and it was about to fly to the central purple air hall to hunt for food.

The man in white stepped on the crane's back lightly to stop it. His face was stern and he looked a little unhappy.

In his opinion, everything in this little palace is at his disposal, not to mention a small dragon, even if he takes a fancy to the empress, he can still take it away.

However, he still suppressed his anger, because he still had a will to read out, and immediately drove the crane to the void in front of the central Purple Qi Hall.

"This envoy is the envoy of the head of Wu Zong. He came to read out the edict of the saint! Luoyang, the emperor of the Han Empire, didn't he lead his team to kneel down to receive the edict?"

The unhappy voice of the white-clothed man resounded, rolling around in the entire palace, very arrogant, to let the emperor kneel down to accept the decree, it was simply outrageous, causing everyone to glare.

"Bold! What kind of a person are you? How dare His Majesty kneel down to accept the order? It's just frenzied!"

"Presumptuous! Have you eaten the gentian, is it the king's land in the whole world, is it the king's minister on the shore of the land! You will not kneel down when you see my emperor?"

"So what about Wu Zong? It's not that the Wu sage is here in person. His majesty will kneel down to accept a piece of bullshit. You've eaten too much shit!"

Marquis Tianwu, a powerful man who was sealed by Luoyang, couldn't tolerate Luoyang being insulted, and he was the most violent: "Your Majesty, please order, let this humble minister kill this lunatic who speaks so much!"

The man in white didn't expect that the young emperor would be so loved. He just said a word, and hundreds of people in the court scolded him.

Seeing that distraught look, he looked like a suffering man whose family had been burned, and was about to rush up and tear his flesh. Several big scholars with gray beards almost fainted from anger, trembling all over there.

"Are you crazy?"

The envoy in white felt that he had been insulted, and immediately said angrily: "This is the decree of the Wu sage, who in the entire Han Empire would dare to disobey it? Otherwise, my Wuzong's anger will burn, and you will be smashed to pieces."

"Luoyang, I'll give you three breaths to roll over and receive the decree, otherwise everyone in your court today will die because of your stupidity, and the Han Empire will change course!"

"What kind of shit emperor, what kind of shit ninety-five king, in the eyes of my Wuzong people, it's a joke! You should know the strength of my Wuzong, and it only takes a moment to kill you."

"The toad is still yelling here, but it's just holding a piece of rotten meat and still complacent about it. It's so overbearing! Luoyang Zhuzi, why don't you come out and take the order?"

"Receive the decree? In the Great Han Empire, there is only my imperial decree, and there is no legal decree! You despise the imperial power, despise me, despise all ministers and workers, and despise the common people in the world!"

"Okay, you can recite the decree if you want, just kneel down and recite!"

Luo Yang was not the one to swallow his anger, he immediately became angry, stretched out a hand and pressed it far away, and the void directly sank into a big hole.

The white-clothed emissary's complexion changed drastically. He felt that hundreds of Mount Tai were pressing on his shoulders in an instant, and his bones were softened as if struck by lightning.

The crane was even more unbearable. It fell directly into the void and fell to pieces, screaming bloody palace.

"Okay, let you chase after you, Uncle Long! You're dead now!"

Mo Jiao got his head out of the spirit beast bag, and cursed very relieved, just now he really felt the threat of death, and hated this pair of master and servant to the bone.

The messenger in white landed on the ground, stepping on the ground paved with Lingyu, his legs trembling like a convulsion, he couldn't help but be forced to kneel down, his face was flushed, and he resisted desperately, but he couldn't stop it .

"Crack!"

His legs were broken, and he just knelt on the ground. The pain made his face grim, and he broke out in cold sweat.

What was more unbearable than this pain was the sense of humiliation he suffered. He was born in Wuzong, and he was enshrined in a shrine wherever he went, and when did he suffer this kind of humiliation.

This made him angry, and his face was so hot that he almost exploded his lungs: "How dare you? How dare you! You are digging your own grave!"

"Do you know who I am? I am the elder of Wu Zong, the envoy sent by the head of the sect, and the plenipotentiary representative of Wu Zong. Wu Sheng will definitely not let you go, everyone in the entire imperial city will die!"

(End of this chapter)