Chapter 259 Fang Wang's Generation

"Your Majesty, this is Fang Wang.

Di Tao came to the pavilion and introduced Fang Wang to Dong Gong Huang.

Fang Wang saluted and said, "Junior Fang Wang, meet your Majesty."

Xiao Zi, who was lying on his shoulder, stared at Dong Gong Huang curiously with a rather strange look.

Fang Wang noticed Dong Gong Huang's gaze, but he did not cover the dragon jade ring. Perhaps Dong Gong Huang had a certain connection with the Great Sage Subduing the Dragon.

Dong Gong Huang retracted his gaze and said with emotion, "With such talent and the inheritance of the Great Sage, Fang Wang, you are amazing. For thousands of years, many people have sought the inheritance of the Great Sage Subduing the Dragon, but you are the only one who can get the dragon jade ring. It seems that you have been recognized by the Great Sage Subduing the Dragon."

Fang Wang said calmly, "The Great Sage Subduing the Dragon is indeed willing to accept me as a disciple. This is my blessing. ”

He has more than one master. The three true skills of the Dragon Sage are the foundation and core of the Heavenly Dao Infinite Sutra. Naturally, he can be his master. He will not be arrogant because of his current achievements and ignore the past kindness.

"Disciple?"

Emperor Tao was moved, and his eyes changed when he looked at Fang Wang.

Dong Gonghuang was not surprised, and said with a smile: "The Dragon Jade Ring is the identity symbol of the Dragon Sage. It is something that cannot be snatched away. If we talk about seniority, Fang Wang, you are now my great uncle."

Hearing this, Fang Wang hurriedly said: "I don't dare to be a junior."

Dong Gonghuang laughed a few times and said: "It's okay, you can remember this seniority in your heart, and we will all be our own people in the future. "

Emperor Tao was amazed.

Fang Wang actually became the great-grandmaster of Dong Gonghuang. This was a meteoric rise, with the biggest backer in the Dong Ren people.

Fang Wang was not surprised, because he felt that Dong Gonghuang was about to die and could not protect him for long.

Dong Gonghuang waved his hand, motioning Fang Wang to enter the pavilion, and at the same time gave Emperor Tao a look. Emperor Tao immediately saluted and turned away.

Only Fang Wang, Dong Gonghuang and Xiao Zi were left in the garden.

After Fang Wang sat down, Xiao Zi suddenly said, "What is the relationship between Hong Chen and you?"

Dong Gonghuang was stunned, looked at it, and replied, "He is my grandfather, how do you know his name? "

Xiao Zi looked at Fang Wang, and when Fang Wang nodded, she proudly told him her origins.

Hearing that Xiao Zi was actually the princess of the True Dragon Clan under the seat of the Great Sage Subduing Dragon, Dong Gonghuang was in awe. It turned out that even this little dragon was of a higher generation than him?

He suddenly felt that a combination of Fang Wang and Xiao Zi could rise and shock the world even without his support.

"Ten thousand years have passed, and the inheritance of the Great Sage Subduing Dragon is still there, but those powerful cultivators dare not be contaminated by the cause and effect of the upper realm, and the creatures with low roots cannot get the recognition of the Great Sage. Your appearance may be a symbol of the arrival of the prosperous age. Fang Wang, don't worry, I will severely punish the Seven Saints, and you will practice here next, how about it?" Dong Gonghuang sighed, and his tone became serious at the end.

Fang Wang hesitated and said, "I'm afraid of causing trouble for the seniors. "

"What trouble is there? If you were not of a higher generation than me, I would have wanted to accept you as my disciple. With a disciple like you, even if I cannot succeed, I can still die with a smile on my face. "Dong Gong Huang said with a smile.

For some reason, Fang Wang heard regret in his words.

And Fang Wang felt that this regret was not for him, but for Dong Gong Huang himself.

He thought of Dong Gong Huang's lifelong pursuit of becoming an emperor, and perhaps Dong Gong Huang had already felt the limit, so he felt regretful.

If Dong Gong Huang could become an emperor, Fang Wang would have heard Zhou Xue mention his name a long time ago.

Dong Gong Huang began to talk about his Great Oracle Divine Dynasty, his words full of pride, starting with the development history, and then introduced the current foundation of the Great Oracle Divine Dynasty, and finally talked about the future vision of the Great Oracle Divine Dynasty.

Even Xiao Zi was fascinated by it.

In the Divine Dynasty where humans and monsters coexist, all living beings aim to practice, there is no internal struggle, only the ambition to surpass the upper realm. How can such a Divine Dynasty not be desirable to humans and monsters?

Dong Gong Huang sighed, then poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all.

Fang Wang asked: "I wonder why your majesty sighed? "

Dong Gonghuang said quietly: "The whole court is looking forward to my becoming an emperor, and so are half of the world. They all think that I am the one who is most likely to become an emperor. Looking at the world, it is true, but from my perspective, the day of becoming an emperor is far away. Even if I have reached the highest level of cultivation in the world, the emperor is still illusory to me. "

"If I fail to become an emperor, everything I have built will collapse. Although I have descendants, they can only be barely regarded as geniuses. Let alone becoming an emperor, the possibility of reaching half of my level is slim. "

Fang Wang didn't know how to comfort him. Many things in this world require hard work to achieve, but there are also many things that cannot be achieved by hard work alone.

He has not yet reached the stage of becoming a saint and emperor, and he doesn't even understand the mystery of the great saint and emperor.

Dong Gonghuang looked at him and smiled: "I have a magical power that can cut the luck of the saints. This is also the reason why all the tribes and religions in the world obey me. They don't respect my righteousness. They are just afraid that I will deal with them, and they also want to use me to deal with enemies they can't defeat. After staying in this position for a long time, I feel more and more that my inheritance must be passed down, so that there will always be a ruler in this world, so that those saints and emperors can have some scruples. "

Fang Wang couldn't help asking: "Is there a price for the magical power to cut luck?"

Dong Gonghuang smiled and said: "Of course, any magical power that is related to luck and cause and effect, the stronger it is, the greater the price. If the luck of the seven tribes is destroyed, it will reduce my life span by 500 years. "

Fang Wang was silent.

Xiao Zi also looked at Dong Gong Huang with new eyes. She didn't expect Dong Gong Huang to sacrifice so much for Fang Wang.

"How about it, Fang Wang, do you want to inherit my magical power, or even inherit my great dynasty?" Dong Gong's words were not surprising, and when Fang Wang raised his eyes, Xiao Zi's eyes widened.

Fang Wang frowned and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to think so highly of me when we first met, and your descendants won't agree either."

Emperor Dong Gong said with a joking smile: "You just need to conquer them, isn't it? And I can betroth my most beautiful daughter to you to help your Fang family take off. The place in Daqi is too small and not suitable for you." "

Fang Wang was silent again.

Xiao Zi couldn't help but said: "Okay, Emperor Dong Gong, it turns out that you had this idea because my young master will become a saint sooner or later, and even surpass the Great Sage. Entrusting your descendants to my young master is indeed the best plan. But you have to come first, first served. The position of the principal wife is up for debate. I am the princess of the True Dragon Tribe, and my status and status may not be inferior to your daughter."

After hearing this, Emperor Dong Gong couldn't help laughing.

Fang Wang patted Xiao Zi's head, looked at Dong Gonghuang and said, "How about this? You pass on your magical power to me, and the Great Edict will still be left to your descendants. If they encounter trouble in the future, I will definitely take action." Help.”

Emperor Dong Gong raised his eyebrows and said: "My Great Oracle Dynasty is definitely one of the best fortune dynasties in the Eastern world. It just doesn't want to expand. Are you sure you don't want it?"

Fang Wang replied: "I care more about responsibility than profit. My temperament is not suitable for taking on such a heavy responsibility."

Emperor Dong Gong took a deep look at Fang Wang and said, "You stay here first. After three years, I will invite you to participate in the assessment with my heirs. Only those who pass can receive the inheritance of my magical powers."

Fang Wang was very interested in the magical power of cutting luck, which would help him eliminate the root causes in the future, so he nodded in agreement.

Emperor Dong Gong knocked on the table with his wine glass, and a figure appeared out of thin air to the side, half-kneeling down, cupping his fists and saluting.

This man was wearing armored black clothes, with a thin figure and a stern face. There was a strand of white hair in front of his forehead, which made his whole person's temperament even more outstanding.

"Zhuifeng, take him to live in Qianyang Palace." Emperor Dong Gong ordered.

When Zhui Feng heard this, he glanced at Fang Wang in surprise and followed the order.

Fang Wang stood up, clasped his fists and saluted Emperor Donggong, and then left with Zhui Feng.

Emperor Dong Gong was still sitting in the pavilion, watching Fang Wang leave.

Qianyang Palace is located in the southern area of ​​the Imperial Palace. Along the way, Zhui Feng remained silent while Fang Wang and Xiao Zi enjoyed the scenery along the way.

Fang Wang found that there were very few people in the imperial palace and it seemed very deserted.

After half a stick of incense, they walked to Qianyang Palace.

Zhui Feng pushed open the door, and a magnificent and spacious hall appeared in front of Fang Wang and Xiao Zi. The majestic spiritual energy rushed towards them.

"If you have any needs, just ask and someone will hear you." Zhui Feng said. After that, he saluted Fang Wang, then turned and left.

Xiao Zi rushed into the hall, while Fang Wang carefully scanned with his spiritual sense and only stepped in after confirming that there was no danger.

He put his left hand behind his waist and hooked his hand towards the door, which closed with a bang.

"Sir, it seems that Emperor Dong Gong treats you sincerely." Xiao Zi said with emotion.

The Qianyang Palace is gorgeously decorated, with beds for resting, tables and chairs for entertaining guests, and even a side hall for practicing magic.

Fang Wang walked to the pool in the center of the hall, felt the aura in the pool, and said, "Let's practice here for three years first."

After fighting for so long, he was a little tired and needed to take in Qi and practice to restore his mood.

He followed him into the pool, meditated, and followed him to do his exercises.

Xiao Zi wandered around, curious about everything in the palace.

…

Clouds rolled in, lightning flashed and thunder thundered.

At the foot of a mountain, the ground was full of potholes and corpses were everywhere. It was shocking. At this moment, a dozen monks were standing on the ground with corpses. They looked up at the figures on the top of the mountain, their faces full of despair and fear.

"Who...are you...why do you want to go against my Korean family?"

An old man asked in a trembling voice. Looking carefully, each of their feet were sunk deep into the soil, and blood was spreading to their boots.

boom!

A thunder struck, illuminating the figure on the top of the mountain.

This person is clearly Fang Zigeng.

Fang Zigeng was dressed in red clothes, with white hair floating around. He looked down at the Korean monks below expressionlessly. Half of his face was covered with strange black lines, and his whole person exuded an extremely cold and evil aura.

"If you're to blame, blame the elders in your clan for not having the foresight to keep an eye on Fang Wang."

Fang Zigeng's cold voice sounded. He raised his hand and a large cauldron rose from behind him, hanging high in the air. The mouth of the cauldron was turned and pointed at the Korean monks at the foot of the mountain.