"Brother Xiao, I share this world with you!"
Under the blood moon, Xi smiled slightly, looked up at Xiao Chen on the demon blood vulture and said.
As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar.
what happened
Why did Xi suddenly say such a thing? Maybe Xiao Chen and Xi Xi were old acquaintances.
If you think about it carefully, if Xiao Chen hadn't killed the eldest prince Wang Fei with a strange sword move, Xi would never have been as powerful as he is now.
On the back of the demon blood vulture, Chu Chaoyun glanced at Xiao Chen suspiciously, thinking for a moment.
Xiao Chen said calmly: "Don't think too much. This is the first time I have seen this person in Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum. However, he should indeed be somewhat related to Xiaoyun Dragon Emperor."
"Dragon Emperor Xiaoyun's other identity at that time was the master of the Demon Temple. Maybe he was also a descendant of the Azure Dragon... but his bloodline was already very thin."
Chu Chaoyun expressed some of his speculations and thought of other possibilities, which might explain what he just said.
"Blue dragon bloodline? Impossible. Apart from me, there is no other blue dragon bloodline in this world. Although the blue dragon totem is standing in the Kunlun world, the ones that exist are only the blue dragon martial spirit, which is still a little far away from the bloodline."
Xiao Chen thoughtfully said, "There are only two possibilities for what he just said. One is to put the blame on me. After all, Wang Fei died in my hands. The second possibility, maybe in his eyes, I am a vital chess piece. Without me, he cannot create an era. Or, it may be both..."
"Stop talking nonsense, you guy, what exactly do you want to do!"
The two of them were on the back of the Demonic Blood Vulture, and while they were discussing, an angry shout came from below.
But it was the eighth prince Wang Feng. He had had enough. This master of magic appeared out of nowhere. The dispute for the crown prince, which had been going well, was turned into a mess, leaving him no chance at all.
The most important thing is that this is the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan, and he can't stand an outsider dictating here and being solemn.
When Wang Fei gained power, he didn't feel so uncomfortable. After all, he was of royal blood.
But who is this guy in front of me
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The other princes present were undoubtedly in a similar mood to Wang Feng and could not understand what Xi was trying to do.
"I have already said that the prince's battle is over. You princes have performed very well. No matter where you go, the Taimiao Ancestral Hall will give you rewards based on your merits."
Xi had a smile on her lips, but she was not angry at all when facing these princes with murderous intentions and cold expressions.
"Is it over when you say it's over?"
"Yes, it's over when I say it's over."
As soon as the words fell, the smile on Xi's face suddenly disappeared and became cold.
The scattered eyes suddenly focused on the eighth prince Wang Fei.
The four eyes faced each other, and a strange bloody cross mark appeared deep in the pupil of the mysterious left eye. Below the cross mark, there was a vast sea of demons, and terrifying demons seemed to be sleeping in the water.
No…
boom! boom! boom!
Boundless fear filled the heart of the eighth prince, and the fear hidden deep in his heart was infinitely amplified.
My heart started beating faster and faster, as if it was about to burst out of my chest.
Wang Feng covered his chest, unable to say a word, and his face turned pale.
Then with a plop, it took off, and after landing, it bounced heavily on the ground several times like a ball.
Every time he shot it, he spit out a large mouthful of blood, which was too horrible to watch.
"Your Highness."
Daoxuan and other disciples were shocked and hurried after him.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Only Wen Renyu, Mu Yunzhu and Gu Yuhan had solemn expressions and kept transmitting messages secretly.
"Do you see any flaws?"
"No... He only glanced at it and immediately closed the magic eye. I vaguely felt a vague mark. Before I could examine it in depth, I felt boundless fear and didn't dare to sigh anymore."
"I'm about the same. This person's magic eye is too terrifying. He has such terrifying abilities even if he doesn't activate it on us."
Wen Renyu looked up at Xue Yue, thoughtfully. The power of this Xi was really outrageous.
hiss!
The other princes in the room gasped, their eyes unable to conceal the horror.
Just a look in his eyes caused the Eighth Prince to be severely wounded. How powerful is this Xi
"What should we do? Senior Sikong, Senior Silver Dragon King, what should we do..."
The thirteenth prince, Wang Yi, was trembling with fear and completely panicked, unable to come up with any idea.
Compared to the eighth prince who was still bloody, the thirteenth prince faced a desperate situation and behaved even more unbearably.
Sikong Shu and Silver Dragon King did not answer his words. They were thinking about deeper issues.
The blood moon is in the sky, coexisting with the sky, swallowing up the imperial dragon veins bit by bit.
How did Xi do this
In order to settle this primordial land, the royal family must have set up a shocking formation here, after so many years of operation in the Taimiao Ancestral Hall.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an eternal formation.
But looking at it now, the blood moon in the sky seems to have become a new formation eye. It is simply unbelievable that the eternal formation was controlled by this demon prince.
The mystery inside, if you think about it carefully, makes people a little scared.
Sikong Shu and Silver Dragon King looked at each other. They were both human spirits, and they quickly guessed some clues.
Rub rub rub rub!
Just when he was about to say something, the Thirteenth Prince stepped back with a frightened expression, but Xi glanced over.
He swept down the circle, and the princes he watched all retreated wildly.
He was afraid that the tragedy that happened to the eighth prince would happen to him again.
Looking at this somewhat comic scene, Sikong Shu sighed softly: "No chance, these princes are scared out of their wits, and there is nothing we can do... If there is no blood moon in the sky, this Xi has magic eyes, and it is not unbeatable."
If the prince abstains from voting, they, the retainers, will naturally be forced to leave.
But not everyone can hold the Flame Emperor Sword like Xi and forcefully convert it into the Demon Emperor Sword.
Now it is almost clear that Xi Xi has a secret deal with the Taimiao Ancestral Hall, but it is not known to what extent.
The Silver Dragon King's eyes lit up: "No, have you noticed that the speed at which the blood cloud devoured the dragon's essence has quietly slowed down? It seems... there has been some change."
Sikong Shu looked around and saw that it was indeed the case. There were countless crystal clear dragon elements floating in the sky like silk.
It fell back a little quietly, and if you don't look carefully, you won't find anything bad at all.
Xi, who had been terrorizing the princes, did not notice this.
"Why don't you retreat?"
Xi frowned slightly, and the evil aura on his body almost solidified, bringing terrible pressure to people, and said lightly: "I don't always have such a good temper!"
The blood moon in the sky burst into bright light with the momentum of Xi.
For a time, the fear in the hearts of many princes increased exponentially, and they were about to collapse completely.
Bang!
At this moment, a dragon roar erupted from the ground, and dazzling holy light shot into the sky.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) "You don't have the final say in this world!"
In the light, the Ninth Prince Wang Yan looked stern, holding the Flame Emperor Sword in his hand, and rose into the air little by little.
There are auspicious clouds all around, with dragon shadows behind them, and a vast dynasty is looming.
"Wang Yan!"
"It's Brother Ninth. His avenue of killing and the dragon vein of the dynasty are perfectly integrated!"
Wang Yan, who was originally thought to be half-dead by a sword flying from the blood moon, reappeared with a killing path that was perfectly integrated with the dragon vein of the dynasty.
No injuries could be seen on his body, his face was stern, and there was endless killing intent hidden between his brows.
The rising Long Yuan began to flee crazily towards Wang Yan.
Demonic clouds stirred in the sky, and the blood moon that had been eating away at the dragon veins of the dynasty began to appear cracks.
The Silver Dragon King muttered: "So that's it. The moment before the altar was destroyed, Wang Yan had been perfectly integrated with the dragon vein of the dynasty. However, he himself was also severely injured by the sword, and he kept silent until he regained his peak. Show up strong!"
On the back of the Demonic Blood Vulture, Xiao Chen was also shocked, with a smile on his face.
Wang Yan did a great job, and it was worthy of his protection all the way until now. He just wanted to hold back and wait until he reached his peak before giving Xi Xi a blow on the head.
If he had been more reckless, Xi would have taken advantage of the situation and killed him.
As for now, Wang Yan, who has returned with strength, is not that easy to destroy.
The most important thing is that his appearance gave other princes confidence. Otherwise, the super masters present, such as Daoxuan and Sikong Shu, would be defeated and leave, and Xi's plan would be completely in vain!
"Even if you want to turn the tide, it's not that easy!"
Xi's expression changed, obviously he didn't expect that Wang Yan would hide so deeply and jump out when he felt that the situation was under control.
His Demonic Eye of Fear is most afraid of his opponents having hope and courage. In this case, its power will be greatly reduced.
It is a bit difficult to scare away the princes with just one glance.
We must kill Wang Yan as quickly as possible!
Just when Xi was about to lead Mingxuan and others in a swarm, the mutation happened again.
"Only when all sentient beings are saved can we realize Bodhi. If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha!"
The glorious Buddha's majesty appears from the western sky, and the auspicious clouds cover the sun, like rolling rivers, constantly pushing back the demonic clouds in the sky.
The great source of energy from Ksitigarbha, traveling through time and space from the last era, resounds throughout the sky.
With immeasurable merits and virtues, Yuan Zhen is like a living Buddha descending from heaven,
With a solemn look on his face, he sat cross-legged and formed a supreme seal with his hands on the lotus platform. He realized all kinds of mysteries and then clapped his hands.
"All dharmas are empty, only Buddha is the only one!"
The pure and vigorous power of merit and virtue evolved into the ancient Buddhist kingdom behind him. With a palm falling, it transformed into a golden Buddha palm, like a mountain.
Pierced the magic cloud and fell towards the blood moon in the sky.
At the same time, the eight altar fragments scattered in the core area condensed with the air and turned into a brand new altar.
On the ground, a group of dragons rose together, bathed in the mighty dragon shadow of Buddha, and continued to gather towards the altar.
A person fell from the sky, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and landed steadily on the altar.
The Yanhuang Sword was inserted into the altar smoothly. Wang Yun laughed wildly and said: "In this world, it's not you, the ninth one, who has the final say!"
[After setting up the game for a long time, I finally have to take it back bit by bit. I know it’s very painful for you to watch. Because my updates are very slow, my writing is more painful, but I can bear it. As long as I can follow my heart and write the plot I like, everything will be fine. Keep asking for votes, my fellow immortals from all over the world, I hope you won’t be stingy with your votes.]
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