Two Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Seven: Emperor Yan Debuts

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

In a world of great contention, everyone is like a dragon.

Along with the princes, they set off for the palace at the same time. The entire territory of the Yanwu Dynasty, including those star fields in the outer sea, can feel the wheel of destiny turning. The dragon luck of the dynasty is stirring, and it seems that there is some kind of power that will wake up from its deep sleep.

The imperial palace of the Yanwu Dynasty, the place where thousands of dragons gather, is full of mighty dragon power. Just like the substance, it turned into a lofty mountain, hovering over the palace.

Among the lofty mountains, there is a holy sword, a holy sword that symbolizes the position of power and the throne of the Emperor Yan.

A prince with a prosperous dragon fortune can even see this sword that ordinary emperors cannot see with naked eyes.

There is a hot light in his eyes, as long as he can hold this sword in the end, he will become the prince of the dynasty and ascend the throne of Emperor Yan.

In the imperial palace, the place with the strongest dragon energy.

Surrounded by the resplendent palace, there is a vast and vast martial arts arena.

In the sky, there is a palace in the clouds.

One hundred and eight princes, patriarchs of aristocratic families, sect pavilion masters, and many strong men gathered here, preparing to watch the final competition for places.

At noon, the sun is in the sky.

The princes from all walks of life entered the martial arts arena in a file from the corridors extending in all directions in the palace.

In the extension of the Martial Arts Field, there is a place where there are palaces and pavilions.

The princes entered the arena in an orderly manner according to their respective identities on the pavilion, and climbed onto the high platform.

Wangtai, square and square, is nearly 100 meters high. On the railings in all directions, banners and flags are fluttering and hunting.

The prince sat upright in it, and the diners sat on both sides, or stood directly, looking around.

Ninth Prince Wang Yan, together with Xiao Chen and others, boarded the throne.

At this moment, the situation gathers together, strange people from all walks of life, evil leaders, and heroes appear. Although there were many people in the entire martial arts arena, it was silent and no one was making noise.

In the air, there are lines of sights meeting and colliding with fierce sparks.

Those who can come here are all dragons among men,

After layers of screening, and then eliminated again, finally can really stand here.

In the entire Martial Dao Era, almost all the emperors under the age of 500 from the Zhengmao two ways gathered here.

Among them, there are many people who know each other, or have old grudges, or new grudges.

Let the already anticipated trip to Yanhuang Ancient Tomb make people look forward to what kind of drama it will turn out to be.

In addition, most of the emperors present knew it well.

In this year's Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum, apart from the battle for the prince, there is another bigger game.

Misty Immortal Palace!

It is unknown how many diners here are here for Piaomiao Immortal Palace. It can be estimated that if there is no 80%, there are 70%, even if it is not for this reason, they have heard the prophecy of the birth of the fairy palace.

It's just that everyone kept silent about this matter, tacitly.

Xiao Chen's eyes were also looking around, to see if he could find any acquaintances, and how strong the other princes were.

Among them, it is naturally Wang Fei.

Even if Xiao Chen wanted to ignore the eldest prince Wang Fei, he couldn't ignore it.

Outside the martial arts arena, on many king platforms, he is the most powerful. He was mighty and mighty, with a total of more than 20 people following him, and he had eighteen places in the main election. If all three battles are won in this competition for places, the number of diners will reach a terrifying twenty-one.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying his aura would be if his wedding wasn't ruined by Xiao Chen.

With a casual glance, Xiao Chen spotted his old acquaintance Ming Xuan!

Standing behind the eldest prince, he has handsome features and a temperament like a lotus. He is a peerless handsome man, but he is a monk.

"That is……"

Xiao Chen gave a light snort, seeing a strange look in the eyes of the woman not far away from him.

It's Yang Qing!

Yang Qing, who once had a friendship in the Grave Sea Group, isn't right...

It's not Yang Qing, Yang Qing is dead, this woman is Qinglian Saintess. The Yang Qing I know is just her Yingshen, who is a completely different person and cannot be confused.

Just when he was in doubt, Yang Qing seemed to sense Xiao Chen's gaze, and smiled at him, which was quite meaningful.

Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze and did not meet his gaze.

While retracting his gaze, he didn't notice that he was on the royal platform where the First Prince was. There was another person, shrouded in a black robe, with blood shining all over his body, and thunder flashed in the blood light. A pair of eyes stared at him firmly, like a poisonous snake.

Undoubtedly, the royal platform where the eldest prince is at the moment is the most eye-catching position.

However, he appeared to be very low-key, sitting on the throne in the high platform, closing his eyes and resting his mind. It seems that after some setbacks at the wedding, his ambition was restrained, and he couldn't bear it, and the city became deeper.

Besides him, the eighth and thirteenth princes were naturally the ones who attracted the most attention.

Both of them have 16 places in the main election, second only to Wang Fei, and the lineup of disciples is also extremely strong.

One side is the representative of the sect forces of the entire Yanwu Dynasty. In the high platform of the eighth prince Wang Fei, there are all sect monsters who are hundreds of years old.

Among them, Daoxuan was the most eye-catching, with a pair of black pupils that were filled with a faint icy light. It looks as pure as a star gem, which makes people secretly startled, but they don't know that he is already in the small world of condensing ice.

Gathering the leaders of the entire sect, he has a strong lineup of disciples, which makes people secretly speechless.

The threshold for the doorman election is too favorable for the eighth prince, he can recruit many strong people without any effort.

What is even more surprising is that Wen Renyu, the son of the Xuantian Holy Land of the Shenwu Empire, and the leaders Mu Yunzhu and Gu Yuhan are also in it. It's amazing that the eighth prince is hiding so deeply, and it's only now that he has the support of the Xuantian Holy Land behind him.

The lineup of the thirteenth prince's disciples is equally astonishing, without exception, they are all monsters with prehistoric bloodlines!

At that stop, the aura of the prehistoric blood gathered together, making people feel oppressed.

That is the advantage brought by the bloodline, not to mention these people are all seven or eight empires under the Martial God Palace. Emperors under the age of five hundred fought against each other layer by layer, and the absolute elite who won in the end.

With just one glance, Xiao Chen noticed many acquaintances, including Bai Yunfei, Xia Houzun, and Qin Ming, the prince of the dragon god.

There are also some princes that Xiao Chen didn't notice, whose strength is equally terrifying.

Behind the fourth prince Wang Yun, there was someone wearing a thick cloak and a hood on his head. The whole head was buried tightly, it was Yuanzhen of Lingyin Temple who was hiding his identity, he lowered his head and didn't look at anyone, he didn't know what he was thinking.

What is even more frightening is the sixth prince, Wang Ming. Standing on his high platform are all masters of the Temple of the Underworld, Yan Cangming from the Jiaoren, Old Ghost Qiao from the Battle of the Styx, Zhenyuan, the rebellious son of Buddhism, and masters from the Shura clan and the Raksha clan. .

After disguising their identities, they all stood behind Wang Ming in a low-key manner, without showing any signs of publicity. In this place where heroes gather, it is difficult for outsiders to see the way, and they don't know what kind of cards Wang Ming is hiding.

There are so many heroes and heroes that people are too dizzy to read them all.

Even Xiao Chen couldn't guarantee whether he was mistaken. He vaguely felt that the eight major powers had sent people here secretly.

Including a low-key pirate alliance, and the Temple of the Underworld deep underground.

He also saw Lin Feng, the god of death, who nodded slightly at him without saying anything else. It seems that Tianmeng is planning to bet with both hands, let Mu Zifeng choose Xiao Chen with one hand, and support the Ninth Prince. On the other hand, Sui Renji assigned Lin Feng, and on the other hand, he brought experts to support the Seventh Prince, to see who could really win.

It's a pity that I was a little disappointed that I didn't see Chu Chaoyun.

People in Hunyuan Palace did notice, but Chu Chaoyun was not among them, maybe he was hiding among other princes. Maybe he has already given up the secret key of the Asgard Palace in his hand, and he is alone, staying out of the matter.

A crowd of heroes gathered, fish and dragons mixed together.

Above the cloud, there are many big bosses, obviously the game did not expect it. This year's crown prince contest has attracted so many leaders, including some demonic warriors.

Suddenly, the majestic imperial prestige pierced the sky, shocking the audience.

But it was the Yanhuang who appeared on the stage, standing in the air, reigning in all directions, and with a glance of his eyes, people felt jealous and dared not look at him.

In the palace of the Yanwu Dynasty, he was almost invincible with the Yanhuang Holy Sword.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was well aware of the many princes and diners with mixed eyes below.

"The ancient mausoleum of the Yan Emperor is reopened. Thank you to all the heroes who have come from afar to help my son. Especially friends from the Demon Temple, the Temple of the Underworld, and the Pirate Alliance...you are really brave!"

Wow!

As soon as Yanhuang's words came out, it was like thunder on the ground, causing an uproar in the scene.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of many casual cultivators of the magic way, the warriors of the Underworld Temple, and the leaders of the Blood Martial Dynasty.

They feel that they have hidden it cleverly enough, and they all carry world-shattering secret treasures. Concealing his own devilish energy and mixing with the prince's disciples, he is no different from ordinary casual cultivators.

But he didn't expect that in front of Yanhuang, it was like a child's play.

Just when everyone was in doubt, Yanhuang's dignified expression quietly dissipated, and he said with a soft smile: "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Piaomiao Immortal Palace may be born in Yanhuang's ancient tomb. If I don't let you Go in, I'm afraid there will be more trouble."

"It's just that when you come back, in my Yanhuang ancient tomb, you have to abide by the rules of my Yanwu Dynasty. If anyone dares to start a new incident, I can guarantee that even if the god of the underworld appears in this palace, the devil will come. I can't kill you!"