At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 372: Subjugating the Royal Ancestor
He could feel that the luck he carried was fluctuating slightly.

In the cold pond, the black shadow began to become restless again, constantly hitting the water surface, as if some terrifying existence was approaching.

The green grass swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound. The Taoist turned around suddenly and saw a little Taoist priest in the distance and two figures approaching.

One of them was the old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu, but the Taoist's eyes fell on the other one.

His eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he threw away the fishing rod in Yang Erjian's hand at lightning speed, stood up suddenly, bowed and said: "I greet His Royal Highness the King of Xiliang."

Looking at the young man walking towards him, all the Taoist's doubts were resolved.

No wonder my mind was so unstable just now, it turned out that the King of Xiliang had set foot in Longhu Mountain.

Although he had the cultivation level of a terrestrial immortal, if he had not seen Xiao Han with his own eyes, he would not have noticed the arrival of this damn guy.

The perception between the two is as different as heaven and earth, and they are not on the same level at all.

"I think those two old guys are dead by now."

Although the Central Plains court and Xiliang have not yet torn their relations apart, anyone who is not a fool can see it through DNA.

The two sides have reached opposite sides, and in the end only one side can survive.

It is not difficult to guess the purpose of the King of Xiliang coming to Longhu Mountain. At this moment, the Taoist's heart was in his throat.

He knew that he had already stepped half a foot into hell. If something went wrong, he would be buried in the mountains today.

A dignified immortal on land, a being standing at the pinnacle of the human world, at this moment, cannot even control his own life and death.

How sad is this?
"Very leisurely and elegant."

Xiao Han glanced at the Taoist priest and looked at the cold pond behind him, saying jokingly, "Still raising dragons in the back mountain."

Inside the cold pond, the evil dragon roared, making shrill and fearful cries, its body crawling in the depths of the cold pond, trembling.

Because Xiao Han has refined half of the true dragon's essence and blood, it can be said that he has true dragon blood in his body.

Any evil dragon will tremble in fear in front of a real dragon.

"I'm just killing time. I'm sorry to make you laugh, Your Majesty."

The Taoist laughed awkwardly.

He felt extremely humiliated. Decades had passed since the first day he began practicing.

There has never been a moment like this, when I have to bow down before others.

With the identity and status of a Taoist priest, even the emperor would have to be respectful when meeting him, but in front of Xiao Han, he had to bow his head.

Because if you don’t bow your head, you will die.

The old Taoist priest stopped. Xiao Han still had his hands behind his back. He slowly walked past the Taoist priest and came to the cold pond. He looked down at the depths of the cold pond and could vaguely see a huge black shadow.

"Well raised."

He nodded slightly: "It seems that I have swallowed up a lot of Xiliang's luck over the years."

Just a few words made the Taoist silent, he shivered uncontrollably, and his face became stiff.

I opened my mouth, wanting to explain, but nothing came out. Even if I did, it would be useless. In the end, I could only remain silent.

“Although it’s not presentable, it’s still quite interesting.”

Xiao Han ignored the Taoist's expression and said softly, "Come out."

The next moment, the cold pond shook, and then a ferocious dragon slowly emerged from the bottom of the cold pond, with its head and horns showing hideous features.

The so-called evil dragon is actually a Jiaolong, but this Jiaolong has not yet completely transformed.

It was raised by the Taoist priest and originally fed on the luck of Jizhou. After the great battle between Xiliang and Jizhou, Xiliang annexed Jizhou and dominated the four states.

This evil dragon feeds on the luck of Xiliang, but after being kept in captivity for so many years, it has never been able to truly transform into a dragon.

At this moment, in front of Xiao Han, who had refined the blood of a true dragon, the evil dragon didn't even dare to move.

His eyes were filled with fear and submission. Although the beast was not very intelligent, it was not stupid. After all, it could feel the pure dragon power of the man in front of it.

It is not something that a dragon can compare to.

"It has swallowed up decades of luck from my Xiliang land."

Xiao Han stretched out his hand and pressed it against the evil dragon's head. The latter had a look of fear in its eyes and made a wailing sound from its mouth, as if begging his man to spare his life.

"How do you think we should deal with it?"

He did not turn around, but he asked the Taoist this question. The latter's face was stiff and he said hurriedly: "It is all up to the King of Xiliang to decide."

"Then continue to raise it."

Xiao Han withdrew his hand, and the evil dragon in the cold pond felt the oppression dissipate, and a hint of clarity appeared in its huge pupils.

"From now on, you will be the dragon of Longhu Mountain raised by Xiliang Dog."

The corners of his mouth raised.

After saying this, the Taoist felt relieved. He knew that his life was most likely saved.

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He didn't mean to kill the dragon just now, he was clearly asking how to deal with himself.

"The King of Xiliang possesses the aura of a true dragon, and is the right master for this dragon."

The Taoist flattered the man blatantly.

"Without further ado."

Xiao Han said calmly: "You should be very clear about my intention. You are the ancestor of the royal family, but considering that it is not easy for you to cultivate to the immortal realm on land, I will give you a chance."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The Taoist looked terrified and said, "I will never interfere in the affairs of Xiliang and the imperial court in the future."

"Humph."

Xiao Han looked unhappy and snorted, "I am still short of a dog from the Land of the Gods."

The Taoist frowned, anger rising in his heart. He was a dignified immortal on earth, and his attitude just now was already humble enough.

But what did the King of Xiliang say?

Want to be a dog?

Can this be tolerated?
The Taoist's face was gloomy and unpredictable. He wanted to take action, but didn't dare to. However, the King of Xiliang did not even frown from then to the end.

A mere land-based immortal realm was not enough to excite Xiao Han, nor was it enough for him to take it too seriously.

He really wanted to see whether the pride of the earthly fairyland was more important, or his own life.

soon.

Xiao Han got the answer he wanted. After thinking it over for a while, the Taoist finally gave in.

He knelt on one knee and said, "I am willing to submit to Wan, and I will do my best for Wan."

"very good."

He raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand, and an invisible energy lifted up the Taoist's body.

Then he pointed his finger, and a purple electric snake tore through the air and entered the Taoist's forehead.

"This lightning bolt was cultivated by me with the supreme secret method. It is entrenched in your Dao Fruit of the Land of the Immortals. From now on, your life and death are controlled by my thoughts."

Xiao Han withdrew his hand and said calmly: "But don't worry, as long as you are loyal, I will not do anything to you. But if you have second thoughts, I will make you wish you were dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist's face turned grim and a piercing pain came from his soul.

The pain was not like being cut into pieces, but a pain similar to that of the soul trembling, which could not be described in words.

(End of this chapter)