Two Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-Five Abstain, or Die

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

boom!

Following the first prince's successful activation of an altar, a ray of holy light burst out from the core area of ​​Yanhuang's ancient tomb.

The holy light on the altar is dazzling, and the shadow of the dragon is lingering.

No matter where you are, you can see the entire ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan clearly.

In the core area, there are only eight altars, and only six are left.

The prince who was still on the road seemed even more anxious, and had to speed up a lot.

Three hours later, the Ninth Prince and his party finally arrived at the core area.

At this time, the core area of ​​Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum was already very chaotic.

The seven altars have been activated, and countless ferocious beasts are coming from all directions.

There were also some princes and their disciples who mixed in and attacked those princes who had already occupied the altar.

Xiao Chen glanced at the scene, besides the First Prince and the Eighth Prince, there was also an altar occupied by the Thirteenth Prince.

Except for other princes making trouble, other princes have it.

It was expected, after all, these three princes were the strongest, and no one would gnaw on this tough bone when they had a choice.

"Avenue of Kings?"

When he noticed the Dao that the eldest prince Wang Fei had refined, Xiao Chen was slightly taken aback, and seemed a little surprised.

Wang Dao, this is not an avenue that ordinary people dare to cultivate.

If you don't have enough fate and luck, you can't carry the banner of kingship, and you will suffer from it instead.

But once it is done, it should not be underestimated.

This person is indeed an ambitious person, and the killing intent in his eyes is fleeting.

Leaving it alone for the time being, Xiao Chen glanced quickly across the other altars, thoughtful.

"Should we capture the altars of other princes, or fight for the last remaining altar?"

Qin Zhuolin looked away,

Ask Ninth Prince and others.

The last remaining unactivated altar gathered seven princes, and the competition was extremely fierce.

To capture other activated altars, you have to face the pressure of fierce beasts.

There are only these two options before us, both of which have pros and cons, and we still have to listen to everyone's opinions on the specific decision.

Wang Yan's eyes fell on Tiance Scholar and Xiao Chen, waiting for them to speak.

Needless to say, Xiao Chen, with his demonstrated strength, has secured his position as the core disciple of the Ninth Prince. A strategist who counts the lives of the common people, he can observe people and plan their lives, and accurately grasp the strength of the luck of the current princes.

Choosing the weak and avoiding the strong is his best skill.

Tian Ce Scholar's eyes were full of light, and there was an elusive aura bursting out, and the remaining prestige of heaven radiated from his body, which was mysterious and unpredictable.

"The current princes occupying the throne, except for the second prince, the fortune of the other princes is prosperous and has not declined. But the throne of the second prince has been targeted by the third prince, the fourth prince, the seventeenth prince, and the eighteenth prince at the same time. We are likely to face the joint counterattack of the five princes when we go to capture it."

The Tiance scholar pondered: "Xiao Chen, I tend to rob the remaining altar with other princes, what do you think?"

Xiao Chen nodded: "I have no objection."

After another round of suggestions from other disciples, Wang Yan already had an idea in his mind, and calmly said, "Just follow what Changji said."

Whoosh whoosh!

Just when everyone was about to act, a group of people appeared from the flanks, but it was the Seventh Prince Wang Yun and his disciples who rushed over.

The seventh prince, Wang Yun, ranks high in the strength of many princes, and his background is better than the ninth prince, Wang Yan.

Among his disciples, all of them are Dacheng Emperors.

"Ninth Brother, what a coincidence, are you interested in joining forces with me to capture the altar of Sixth Brother?" Wang Yun smiled slightly and extended an invitation to the Ninth Prince.

In his opinion, the Ninth Prince Wang Yan does not have the strength to compete for the crown prince at all, and will definitely be eliminated in this round.

I extended an invitation to him, gave him a chance, and got this round of opportunities, there should be no reason to refuse.

"I'm sorry Brother Qi, I have no plans to cooperate with anyone yet."

Wang Yan resolutely refused, did not say much, and quickly led a group of people towards the two altars that had not yet been occupied.

A group of people left in a hurry, leaving behind Wang Yun who was full of astonishment.

After a while, Wang Yun woke up and said: "Damn it, this old nine really doesn't give face, it's a bit difficult to handle."

Wang Yun rolled his eyes and muttered in his heart, Sixth Brother is hiding everything. Without anyone joining forces, it would be difficult to capture his altar, and the others occupying the altar are not easy to climb.

A thin old man next to him laughed softly: "Seventh prince, since this is the case, we will not forcefully touch these princes who have already occupied the altar. We will rest here and wait for the ninth prince to fight with other princes. , reaping the benefits of the fisherman."

Wang Yun said softly: "Hmph, that's fine. You have to be brave, I'll see how strong you are. Let's go, don't follow them, deliberately distract them."

The last unactivated altar.

There are hundreds of giant lava beasts entrenched in all directions, and the body made of lava is like a mountain, braving hot flames.

The seven emperors were divided into two parties, and they were fighting in a scuffle. No one wanted to give up this last altar.

But for a while, it was hard to tell the winner.

There were too many princes gathered, which actually frightened the latecomers from choosing this altar lightly.

Because occupying this altar, there will definitely be a joint counterattack by the seven princes, and it will be a headache to think about it at that time.

There are two parties, one is the second prince, and the other is the fifteenth prince.

With the help of other princes, the outcome was hard to tell. Coupled with the existence of the giant lava beast, the situation was even more chaotic.

Just as the two sides were fighting, a bloody battle flag fell from the sky.

boom!

The scarlet blood king's prestige exploded in the battle flag, sweeping all directions, and forcibly separated the group of princes and retainers who were fighting.

Xiao Suo fell slowly, holding the Red Blood Battle Flag, and looked in all directions with cold eyes.

"Ninth brother?"

"Brother Nine!"

The second prince and the fifteenth prince were all taken aback for a moment, obviously not expecting Wang Yan, who has always kept a low profile. How can it be so abnormal, instead of uniting with other princes to capture those activated altars, they want to challenge them instead.

But the situation did not allow them to think too much, after Xiao Suo forcibly separated the group of princes with the bloody battle flag.

The golden crow phantom condensed with the real fire of the sun descended from the sky and swooped over.

boom!

The many giant lava beasts surrounded under the altar were immediately smashed by the golden crow phantom, forcing a bloody path.

Wang Yan followed closely behind, followed the gap, soared into the air, and flew towards the altar.

"Damn it, stop him, stop him!"

Immediately, many of the seven princes' disciples rushed towards Wang Yan one after another with shocking murderous intent.

To stop him, climb up to the altar.

"Old Feng, it's up to you."

Hao Kai smiled slightly, and said to Feng Lao beside him.

"receive."

Feng Lao looked dignified, his hands quickly formed seals, and entered the Ninth Prince's body ahead of time with a killer move. Activated by it from a distance, in an instant, the Ninth Prince burst out with a shocking gust of wind.

All the disciples who wanted to kill him blocked the outside one after another.

After stopping the first wave of the most powerful attack, Wu Meng, Qin Zhuolin and Tiance Scholar all shot at the same time, falling behind Wang Yan.

Whizzing!

Hao Kai and Feng Lao came to Wang Yan's left and right flanks to block others for him.

The ground is desolate, but the bloody battle flag has been drawn, holding back the remaining disciples.

For a moment, Wang Yan was unimpeded, step by step towards the altar burning with raging flames.

"It's not that easy to go to the altar!"

The second prince was furious, and wanted to grab the Yanhuang sword from its sheath in his hand.

But the moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, a chilling killing intent came over him, and he forcibly moved his gaze away from Wang Yan.

I don't know when, a warrior wearing a silver battle armor, dotted with dragon patterns, with a long knife on his back, with long flowing hair.

Appeared in front of him, and there were two cold corpses lying under his feet.

The corpse obviously wanted to stop him, but he didn't expect to lose his life.

The second prince suddenly felt a chill down his back. He didn't know how the two died, and he didn't notice at all.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and the person who was responsible for his safety was about to make a move.

"stop!"

The second prince stopped talking, he felt that even if the two of them made a move, they would stop the dragon armor swordsman.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the Ba Dao behind his back, while his left hand condensed the seven Buddhist seals, which amplified his killing intent seven times.

What's even more frightening is that this explosive killing intent swayed in all directions like flowing water.

But none of it was stained on him.

Just like the lotus flower does not touch the water, just like the sun and the moon do not live in the sky!

The Seven Killing Seals of Buddhism, false and true, true and false, bring huge psychological pressure to people.

In the eyes of the second prince, the dragon armor swordsman seemed to be surrounded by an endless hell, dark and terrifying. But he himself is like a hibiscus in clear water, washed clean by lead, without being stained by a speck of dust.

Weird, too weird.

As Xiao Chen walked step by step, the second prince was under a lot of pressure, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

The Yanhuang sword in his hand could not be pulled out.

"Abstain, or die, you choose."

The dragon-armored swordsman stopped in his tracks, and the knife came out half an inch. There was a clang, the dazzling light of the knife was like a bright sun, and the second prince who stabbed him didn't dare to open his eyes.