Wash away the lead and illuminate the three lives! Above the altar illuminated by the bright holy light, the light of three trowels converged and penetrated Wang Fei. The three figures gradually overlapped, as if time and space overlapped, flashing through many scenes. They are all Xiao Chen's present, past and future, but the pictures are blurry and distorted, fleeting, and they are basically the scenes. . Almost no one thought that Wang Fei could be defeated, and even if they could, they would never kill him like this. But Wang Fei is going to die now. It’s true and can’t be fake at all! . Although Wang Fei’s vitality is still alive now, when they reach this realm, come on, Wang Fei is already dead. The moment the three swords met, Wang Fei died. No matter how much water you have, you can’t fill the bottle again, it will eventually empty. In their plan, there is no such thing as Wang Fei dying. With the imperial dragon vein added to him, he is an invincible existence in the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb. He is the god of that world, how could he die in the hands of others. Once Wang Fei dies, there are many plans ahead, which are completely impossible to carry out. The sword can be drawn out again. But Emperor Yan’s face was ashen, and he had no desire to draw his sword. His heart was deathly silent, without any thoughts. He should hate Xiao Chen, but he can’t. It was the Taimiao ancestors and the others who pushed Wang Fei to the front desk and to the edge of the abyss... ; But the elders of the Taimiao clan are all uncles, and he can't hate them either. Now, he is a loser, and the elders of the Ancestral Temple are also losers. Is the Yanwu Dynasty really unavoidable in catastrophe? Thinking of this, Emperor Yan could not help but close his eyes in despair, feeling disheartened. In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan. When the time comes, the crown prince position will only be between him and the two. No, there is another person...Wang Feng said calmly: "The next one must be Lao Jiu, do you have any objection?"The Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi sneered. Said: "It's just what I want."The two of them didn't feel the slightest bit sad about Wang Fei's death, and instead quickly locked in on the next competitor. It’s so cold and so cold, it’s shocking. With his killing methods, he is enough to become the second "eldest prince". “This?”Yan Cangming, who was talking to Lin Feng, was shocked and his face changed wildly. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Master Xi in the distance. He still had a calm face and was completely thinking about something. There is a secret. , I have already finished this game of chess. If you can, I hope you can help me at the critical moment. From the perspective of a Jiaoren, help me, my junior brother, the world will undergo great changes, and my Jiaoren clan will face a hundred thousand years. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”Whoosh! The world is going through great changes, and the Jiao people are facing an opportunity that only comes once in a hundred thousand years. Senior brother, you have to help me...The words left by Yan Cangming were swirling in Lin Feng's mind, and he fell into deep thought. The most important thing is, who is the person Yan Cangming is talking about? Listening to his tone, even he is in awe. Who is so terrifying? Phew! The three figures of Xiao Chen gradually overlapped, as if time and space overlapped, and many scenes flashed past. Coming over, the Demonic Blood Vulture fell from the sky and caught the staggering Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen sheathed the knife and covered the wound on his chest, his face pale. The blow just now was both a Sanshenghua and not a Sanshenghua. Traveling through the past and future, the three swords merged into one, and Wang Fei, who exposed his flaws, was bound to die. I originally wanted to use the more powerful Sha Wuse, but Sha Wushe was difficult to control, and there was no guarantee that it would succeed. He had to settle for the next best thing and use the more mature Sanshenghua, otherwise he would not be able to kill the eldest prince who was one with the sky. No matter how severely injured he is, Wang Fei can recover instantly by relying on the terrifying dragon essence. But Xiao Chen’s eyes were full of doubts, and he didn’t feel relaxed at all. The moment he used Sanshenghua, he felt a terrifying killing intent. The fear brought by that killing intent was something he had never seen before. For a moment, he could hardly perform it successfully and even thought about giving up. But after that person seemed to be sure of something, the murderous intention suddenly disappeared, and Sanshenghua was successfully used. What are you sure about? A bright light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. After he was sure that my sword could kill Wang Fei, he chose to give up. Yes, that must be the case. If my sword could only severely damage Wang Fei, he would take action to stop the sword. If he could kill him, he would give up and enjoy the results. Perhaps you have to pay a high price to do it, so you just let me kill him. His eyes fell on Xi, who was dressed in black and wearing a mask on his left eye under the altar. Doubts flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. But even if he was taken advantage of, Xiao Chen didn't have any regrets in his heart. He came to Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum for three purposes. Assist Wang Yan to become the prince and wait for the birth of Immortal Palace. He has never told anyone about the third purpose. He only hid it deeply in his heart, but he never forgot it, like a sharp knife, engraved in his heart one by one. Kill Wang Fei! Wang Fei must die. Wang Fei must pay the price for the death of his young nephew Ling Yu. Even if he had to bear the endless pursuit of the entire Ancestral Temple, he would still kill Wang Fei. On that day, when Ling Yu committed suicide, he swore in his heart that he had been waiting for this day for a long time! Wang Fei's body fell from the altar, feeling his vitality passing away like quicksand, his eyes filled with despair. He was unwilling to die like this. Xi under the altar, a glimmer of hope surged in Wang Fei’s desperate eyes. This man who has always been there has terrifying strength. Maybe... maybe he has a chance. "Master Xi, save me...If I die, you won't have a chance. "Wang Fei murmured longingly. Xi said calmly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, you are already dead. Even the birth of the true god cannot save you. . ""No! "Wang Fei held the Flame Emperor Sword feebly and shouted with despair, but no matter how desperate he was, he could not change the fact. When he landed, his body dispersed like quicksand.< / br> , the invincible Wang Fei died just like that, and the man who everyone became the prince was gone. /br>Hiss! With the death of the eldest prince, the bodies of his disciples kept flickering. This is the rule of Yanhuang Ancient Tomb. After the death of the prince, The disciples could no longer stay in the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb. But just as the figures of these people were gradually blurring, the man in black mask suddenly appeared. He stretched out his hand and grasped the eldest prince's Yanhuang Sword. Whoosh! For a moment, the sword erupted into a sky-high demonic light, and the entire sky suddenly became ablaze. Darkness. The figure of Qinglian Shengzi and others were blurred. The moment he took hold of the Yanhuang Sword, he pulled them back. "The Yanhuang Sword does have some skills. No...it should be called Demon Emperor Sword now! " Xi fiercely pulled off his black robe, revealing the noble and evil dragon robe inside. It was the dragon robe of the Blood Martial Dynasty. Originally The black robe was torn off, thrown into the air, and turned into a blood moon rising into the sky. This book comes from /book/html.