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"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"
The vast and vast core area of the Yanhuang ancient mausoleum kept echoing these eight words, and the power of the King Daohuang shook the heaven and the earth. Copy the address to access hp:
On the altar where the eldest prince was, the bright holy light shone like the sun on the entire core area.
The altar where other princes were located was eclipsed.
"Is this the royal way?"
In the blazing holy fire, the yellow paper on each altar opened his eyes at the same time, with a strong look of panic flashing in his eyes.
No one expected that the eldest prince Wang Fei would merge his royal path with the dragon vein of the dynasty so quickly.
It's simply unbelievable and unbelievable.
In everyone's expectation, the integration of the royal path is much more difficult than other avenues.
There is absolutely no way he could integrate his power so early and be ahead of all the princes.
In the palace, even the high-ranking Emperor Yan was shocked. He held the Zhengyan Emperor Sword in his hand and trembled slightly: "It's impossible..."
"What's impossible? Facts have proven that the eldest prince is indeed destined to be his destiny. He is the master of the resurgence of the Yanwu Dynasty."
Yanhuang looked back and saw that he was indeed the ancestor of Taimiao Ancestral Hall. He suddenly understood something: "You... what you have done has crossed the line. The ancestral precepts say that the battle for the prince must be fair. If you violate the ancestral precepts, it will be me." When the Yanwu Dynasty fell."
Everyone knows that the Taimiao Ancestral Hall is in charge of the entrance and exit of the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb.
Most of the secrets in the mausoleum are well known, and if they help.
The eldest prince merged his royal way with the dragon vein of the dynasty at an incredible speed, which is completely explained.
But in this way, it is equivalent to deciding who is the prince.
It completely violated the ancestral precepts, regarded the ancestral law as nothing, and the foundation of the country was shaken.
"The great catastrophe is coming, and the Yanwu Dynasty is at the center of the storm. If it doesn't change, it will destroy itself. Don't think I don't know that you secretly went to Lingjiu Mountain, and those bald donkeys didn't agree to help you!"
The expression of the ancestor of Taimiao remained unchanged, and he looked at the current Emperor Yan with cold eyes, his face looking extremely cold.
Yanhuang was startled, obviously not expecting that the other party actually knew him well.
"Looking at the confusion on your face, those bald donkeys from Lingyin Temple must have really not agreed to your promise. Huh, these bald donkeys have always been aloof, pretending to be outsiders, but they are walking around collecting incense. It’s a shameful thing to worship a demonic Buddha.”
The ancestor of Taimiao said calmly: "Do you want to pull out the sword? You can't pull it out, right... You have become a thing of the past, and the new Yanhuang Sword will be born. Watch carefully, and accompany us to finish the last play, and be honest Pass on the throne."
Whoosh whoosh!
After the words fell, many masters from the Ancestral Temple and Ancestral Hall appeared in this high-altitude cloud palace.
Emperor Yan looked ugly, looking at the clan elders coming out from behind his ancestors, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.
Suddenly, he understood why the abbot didn't agree to him.
Because this dynasty is no longer under his control, and the power of the clan elders has been deeply rooted in the blood of the dynasty.
In the main hall below, there are princes and bigwigs from all over the world.
Little did he know that in the high-altitude Yunzhong Palace, a coup had quietly taken place. Emperor Yan of the current dynasty was removed from the throne by the clan elders of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall.
In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.
In the bright holy light, the eldest prince Wang Fei rose into the air and looked around coldly. A domineering aura that looked down on the world made the princes from all over the world tremble with fear.
"Damn, how is this possible!"
The eighth prince Wang Feng was shocked and angry. His Avenue of Wind was only half a step away from perfectly integrating with the Dragon Veins of the Dynasty.
When he thought about it, no matter what, he should go ahead of Wang Fei.
The fusion of the Wind Dao is much simpler than the fusion of the King Dao!
"not good."
The faces of Daoxuan and Wen Renyu, the Holy Son of Xuanguang beside him, changed at the same time, because Wang Fei, who was hanging high in the sky, cast his eyes on Wang Feng in the holy fire.
"Eighth Prince, leave the altar quickly, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
Wang Feng showed a look of reluctance: "Give me a moment more, and I can perfectly integrate the Avenue of Wind with the Dragon Vein of the Dynasty!"
"It's too late, it's enough that it's been branded."
Dao Xuan and Wen Renyu didn't give Wang Feng a chance to speak. They teamed up to forcefully fish him out of the holy fire and shouted: "Get out of here quickly."
But he was still a step too late. Wang Fei unsheathed his sword, and a vast dragon shadow appeared.
The heritage of the dynasty that has existed for a hundred thousand years is vividly displayed in his sword, until the sword light falls.
The altar where the Eighth Prince was sitting collapsed suddenly and turned into endless fragments.
Wang Feng was a little lost: "My altar..."
In his eyes, the scattered fragments of the altar were like the foam of a beautiful dream, floating colorfully.
Gone...all gone,
The terrifying aftermath shook out, and endless dragon essence was released from the broken altar. Transformed into dragon shadows, they kept fleeing towards Wang Fei in the air, causing his reputation to skyrocket.
"Hahaha, those who follow me will prosper, those who go against me will perish!"
Feeling the overwhelming power contained in the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, Wang Fei fell into madness and shouted loudly again.
With the power of a sword, the altar of his biggest competitor was destroyed, and the swelling power stretched Wang Fei's heart infinitely.
"Not good."
The Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi's expression changed slightly and he said decisively: "Retreat."
After dealing with the Eighth Brother, there is no doubt that the Big Brother’s target is definitely himself.
In this case, it is better to retreat as soon as possible, and there is no need to insist on the perfect integration of one's own avenue with the imperial dragon vein. The mark has been left, which means that hope is still there and there is still a chance to compete.
The altar is no longer useful, and if we continue to insist on perfection, it will inevitably be destroyed.
hateful…
Although he calmly analyzed the pros and cons in his mind, Wang Yi still felt deeply unwilling.
Whoosh!
Sikong Shu and the Silver Dragon King, together with the elites of ancient blood, protected the thirteenth prince Wang Yi and jumped off the altar to escape.
Bang!
Almost at the moment Wang Yi jumped off the altar, the eldest prince Wang Fei's attack followed.
The altar was destroyed in an instant, the holy fire was scattered all over the ground, and the burning beasts howled and ran wildly in all directions.
"Collect!"
Wang Fei sneered, and held the Flame Emperor Sword in his hand to absorb the dragon essence that was spilling out of the altar hole.
Except for me, everyone is an ant!
The king's way, this is the king's way. The greater its power, the stronger its strength. He successively destroyed the power of the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince, and allowed their own power to expand to the point where it was impossible to look directly at them.
Under the altar, Master Xi and his party looked calm, as if they had known this for a long time.
"It's scary, how could eldest brother be so powerful."
The third prince who had seized an altar had just jumped into the altar, and he had not even had time to refine the Flame Emperor Sword.
Looking at everything happening in front of me, I was completely blinded and couldn't continue to fight.
"not good!"
The third prince's expression changed wildly, and he felt a murderous aura envelope him, making him unable to move and trembling all over.
"Brother, brother... I have no intention of fighting with you, so I will give up right now."
His heart was filled with fear, and the third prince stuttered when he spoke, almost crying but without tears.
boom!
But Wang Fei didn't give him a chance to speak at all. With a sword fall, his company and the altar were destroyed on the spot.
Again and again.
Wang Fei fired three swords in a row, destroying one altar with one sword and destroying three with three swords.
Those who are interested can already see that this is no longer his own strength. Wang Fei seems to have borrowed the general trend of the Dragon Vein of the Dynasty.
Before no other prince could perfectly integrate his own avenue with the dragon vein of the dynasty.
The Dragon Vein of the Imperial Dynasty has regarded him as his real name, the Crown Prince.
In this Yanhuang ancient mausoleum, the dynasty dragon veins are equivalent to the 100,000-year foundation of the Yanwu dynasty. The eldest prince, Wang Fei, is now the embodiment of the dynasty's heritage, holding the Flame Emperor Sword in his hand and blessed with destiny.
Looking at the dead third prince in the distance, the fourth prince Wang Yun felt a chill on his back.
If he hadn't listened to Yuan Zhen just now, he would be dead now.
Wang Yun said sincerely: "Mr. Yuan, thank you for saving my life."
Yuan Zhen's calm face under the hood also flashed with surprise in his eyes. Apparently, he was still a little surprised by the strength shown by Wang Fei.
"You're welcome. You and I are on the same boat. Saving you means saving myself."
Wang Yun didn't care about Yuan Zhen's words, and asked anxiously: "Mr. Yuan, where is the ninth altar you mentioned?"
Yuan Zhen smiled lightly and said, "Don't be anxious. Now is not the time for you to be anxious. There are people who are more anxious than you."
Wang Yun was slightly startled and looked in the direction of his finger. It was the altar where the Ninth Prince Wang Yan was.
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