Chapter 375

Chen state palace.

Phoenix House plume, Golden Dragon Rao column.

In the hall, all the ministers stood neatly, facing the man on the three foot platform.

On the golden chair in Luan hall, a fat figure sat on it like a pool of rotten meat. His eyes were full of blood, and his body trembled uncontrollably, like madness.

In front of him stood a figure shrouded in darkness. There was no light in his position. On the contrary, the darkness radiated around, like a dark pillar with thorns.

In the pillar, the black figure is surrounded by gray energy, which can make people see its figure.

Otherwise, it is like being hidden in the dark, making people completely unaware of its existence.

However, the ministers in the hall seemed to be accustomed to the abnormality of the king.

"Come on, give me another god Ludan!"

"Come on, I'm about to see the true face of the Taiyin immortal. It's almost, it's almost!"

The king who spread out on the seat of Luan hall suddenly woke up, stepped away from his fat legs and feet, some blackened hands, and begged for some god Ludan in the dark!

Just when his hands were about to touch the darkness standing in front of him, his hands suddenly stopped.

But the moment he put down his palm, the side of his palm exposed. If you look closely, you will find that the side of his hands has exposed fingerbones one by one. However, these fingerbones all emit a black and gray smell, as if they were corroded by something.

After hiding his hands in his exaggerated sleeve robe, his expression changed from madness to caution.

Then he looked humble and begged to the dark gray figure hidden in the darkness:

"National teacher, please give me another god Ludan, the last one!"

When he talked about God Ludan, his eyes couldn't help lighting up the dignity of talents, but his throat rolled uncontrollably and made a cooing sound from time to time.

"Emperor, you're awake!"

The darkness in front of the king seemed to breathe, rhythmically moving with the sound of the gray outline.

The land shrouded in darkness changes back and forth from big to small.

"How do you feel this time? Did the immortal Taiyin get the favor of the emperor? Hei hei!"

The sound was as ugly as a saw sawing wood.

But the officials in the hall, including the monarch, seemed to deliberately ignore this phenomenon.

"Fast, fast!" the fat face of the monarch was sometimes ferocious and tangled, and finally turned into a look of longing.

"National teacher, give me another god Ludan, just one!"

"As long as the immortal Taiyin promises to go to a good night with me, I can really live forever!"

The king said so. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his face became crazy. He couldn't bear it. He put out his blackened palm hidden in his big sleeve and disappeared into the darkness in front of him.

"Er ah ~!"

The king's shrill scream was carried out in the Luan hall, and the ministers numbly lowered their heads and maintained their posture. They didn't know how many years they had listened to this sound, as if it had begun when they became officials in the dynasty?

One of the ministers looked numb, his eyes moved slightly, and began to become dull again, just like the surrounding literary ministers.

"Hey, emperor, why worry? I'll be here soon. I just have a small request this time!"

The king was so painful that his face was distorted. Two black and shiny palms had been pulled out by the national teacher in the dark, and then stretched out and fixed in front of the national teacher.

The king's breath began to be heavy, and his eyes were staring at the outline of the dark Chinese division. He was no stranger to this scene. At the moment, the king seemed unable to feel the pain of his fingers. What burst out in his eyes was excitement and his obsession with immortality.

"Good! Give it to me quickly!" the king whispered and urged.

Rustle!

Dark moments twist.

Suddenly, two strands of twisted black stretched out from it, forming two sharp fingers, which stopped on the same dark palm of the king, with a pill with green awn between them.

The king's eyes immediately straightened.

"God Ludan! Taiyin xianzun, wait for me!"

He kept trying to reach out his hands, but now his hands have been fixed. How can he move?

"Emperor, I haven't said my request. What's your hurry?" the voice in the dark slightly accentuated the tone.

Boom!

The demon cloud over the capital city of Chen Guoguo became more and more rich. The whole sky was completely dark and could not see five fingers.

In the Luan hall, the darkness bloomed completely.

Buzz!

Under continuous expansion, the whole Luan hall was filled.

Then the figure hiding in the dark came out of the darkness.

Hiss!

Its figure is constantly divided and reorganized in distortion.

Then a man full of white light suddenly lit up from the darkness.

However, the man's neck is tens of meters long. There are nine such long necks, each with a head.

These heads are old and young, men and women.

Looks are also different, pain, joy, ruthlessness, deceit

Hoo!

Nine tens of meters long necks shook on the hall, and the wind roared.

Suddenly, the only wisps of golden awns in the evil spirit overhead rushed left and right, looking for a way out in the evil spirit.

At this time, one of the nine heads of the National Teacher floated in front of the king and said, "emperor, as long as you agree to the request, not to mention a god Ludan, it's nothing to give you ten hundred at one time!"

As soon as the king's look changed, he also looked at the wisps of gold wrapped by the evil spirit, and then his face became humble again.

But his words didn't beg like that just now, but in a deliberative way: "national teacher, you also know that I only need one grain. If I live forever, I don't need so many God Ludan!"

"Emperor, why do you always have a hard mouth? You can get your longevity by nodding clearly. Why are you stubborn for hundreds of years? Don't you want to see the immortal Taiyin?"

Although the voice of the national master was hard to hear, it had an indistinguishable sound of bewitchment. The king's look changed back and forth. It was obvious that he was trying his best to resist the power that could make him lose.

His face finally became crazy and spit out the words "think!" one by one.

"Think, think? If you think, you promise. As long as you agree to the requirements of your national teacher, you really don't belong to the king of hell!"

The other eight heads of the national teacher kept churning in the hall, and finally stayed on the ministers in the court. The expressions on their faces began to unify.

That's angry!

I saw the gold breath and black breath in the king's eyes changing alternately, as if making a difficult choice.