Two Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-Seven, the Sacrifice Begins

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

The last chapter was wrongly written, the protagonist Dao of the Sword has already tripled, thank you book friend for reminding.

When he came to the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan, Xiao Chen seldom drew his sword, but mostly met the enemy with the Supreme Dragon Fist.

But if this is the case, it would be a big mistake to think that the tyrant sword behind him is just a display.

Having a conversation with Chu Chaoyun, I feel the irreversible indignation and helplessness of the general trend of reincarnation in the era.

Let his dao domain of the sword successfully break through the third level, and the dao of the sword goes one step further.

If you don't draw it, it's fine. Once you draw the saber, you will swing the saber with a momentum that is ten times more powerful.

This slash with the knife stunned the Seventh Prince and those disciples who were forced down together by the general situation.

Daoxuan mastered ten layers of ice realms, condensed in the small world of ice.

Looking at the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan, its strength can be called invincible.

Xiao Chen's three Dao domains overlap and add up, turning them into saber gestures, but they are not worse than the other party at all.

If you only regard it as a mere three-vein emperor, you will really laugh out loud.

In the boundless wind and sand, Xiao Chen single-handedly forced the entire Seventh Prince's team to be unable to move an inch.

Xiao Chen never thought that it would be too exaggerated to kill all these Dacheng emperors by one person.

All he had to do was stop all these people and create time for Wumeng and others to recover their divine energy and soul power.

In fact, his goal, in the eyes of many people, is not very realistic.

But the reality is that Xiao Chen's power with one strike forced all these disciples back!

With a glance, Xiao Chen's eyes fell on the Seventh Prince Wang Yun who was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

With a slight frown, Xiao Chen raised the tyrant saber in his hand, and just killed him.

Whoosh!

Leaving behind a trace of purple thunder, Xiao Chen's figure flickered, and the next moment he suddenly appeared in front of the Seventh Prince.

"Protect the Seventh Prince!"

other doormen,

His expression changed slightly, and he quickly got up to block Xiao Chen.

There is only one person after all, it is impossible for Xiao Chen to wield more than ten levels of power with every knife.

There is only one way to stop the opponent from advancing.

Killing the Seventh Prince and attacking him continuously forced the other disciples to stay and protect him.

This is a conspiracy, even if you see through it, there is nothing you can do about it!

During the exchange of weapons, Wang Yun turned pale with fright when Xiao Chen rushed over. Taking advantage of the other disciples blocking Xiao Chen's effort, he hurriedly retreated.

Many emperors, several times, wanted to keep Xiao Chen.

However, Xiao Chen never loves to fight, and retreats at the first touch, his saber momentum and murderous aura. From the beginning to the end, it was always shrouded in Wang Yun's body, making the other party flee in a panic.

The sixth level of the Thunder Dao Domain allowed him to perform nine transformations to the extreme.

If he insists on leaving, few people can keep up with his pace.

"Leave it to me!"

boom!

Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt a dangerous breath, and saw four tree trunks growing out of the ground. Kakaka, the trunks are put together to form a wooden cage.

Ka Ka Ka!

When the Ba Dao slashed on it, there was a metal-like touch sound. With the power of the Ba Dao, each cut left only a shallow trace.

"Hmph, don't even think about leaving after entering my wooden cage."

The withered old man who has been holding back and never made a move stands in the air. With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Xiao Chen with disdain: "No matter what, you are just a three-vein emperor, kill him!"

The other Dacheng emperors had had enough of Xiao Chen long ago and saw such an opportunity.

Without hesitation, all kinds of ultimate moves were displayed in an instant.

In an instant, the infinite imperial power shook the sky. All kinds of visions covered the sky, with terrifying murderous aura and shocking battles. Even the princes on the altar couldn't help but look sideways, wanting to see what happened.

Maya breaks the precepts and swordsmanship, in the world!

Without the slightest panic, Xiao Chen was fearless in the face of danger, and displayed the Buddha in the world.

Boom!

The heavenly wooden cage was instantly broken by the descending Supreme Killing Buddha, and the figure of Killing Buddha bloomed with the Buddha seal between Xiao Chen's brows. It continued to swell, and then pushed with both hands, stopping all the killing moves from all directions.

Rumbling, amidst the loud noise, the sky shook. This ancient land that existed since the beginning of the ancient times, under the joint bombing of many Dacheng emperors, a huge pit appeared.

The purple light flickered, and Xiao Chen jumped out of the giant pit.

Whether to look or not, those surprised disciples once again locked their eyes on the Seventh Prince Wang Yun.

Facing Xiao Chen's gaze, Wang Yun, who had been hiding far away, gritted his teeth angrily.

I really don't want to run anymore, I was chased by Xiao Chen all the way like a dog, but these followers just couldn't catch Xiao Chen.

He has had enough!

"Keep your life alive and take it later."

But Xiao Chen didn't come over as expected, said something lightly, turned around and left.

"Leave him!"

The thin old man said loudly. Come when you want, leave when you want, there is no such reason.

"Can you keep it?"

Xiao Chen turned around and slashed, Maya broke his precepts and his heart exploded, and an eternal and indestructible knife light slashed out.

boom!

The sword glow swept across, and those who were chasing Xiao Chen's disciples had to stop to resist this move.

When the aftermath is exhausted, the Buddha's prestige dissipates.

Looking around, there is still Xiao Chen's figure, it has already turned into a touch of purple light, drifting steadily towards the altar where Wang Yan is.

Coming like running water, coming like wind...

call out!

The figure was like the wind, and Xiao Chen fell steadily like a fallen leaf.

On the altar, the others had already recovered and were waiting for Xiao Chen to return.

Seeing Wang Yan's gaze, Xiao Chen nodded, everything was self-evident.

On the altar, the holy fire was burning fiercely, and the flames shone on the faces of Xiao Chen, Xiao Suo, Wu Meng, and Hao Kai, all of whom were extremely resolute and had tough eyes.

With a common mind, they fought all the way to this point, waiting for this moment.

Wang Yan took a step forward and pulled out the Yanhuang Sword from its sheath in his hand, the Daowei from the Slaughter Dao Realm permeated the surroundings.

The strong killing intent caused everyone present to tremble slightly.

Just when Wang Yan was about to insert the Yanhuang Sword into the altar, Xiao Chen suddenly said, "Ninth Prince, do you know what the origin of the way of killing is?"

"Oh? I haven't thought about this issue carefully. It will be difficult for me to cultivate the Dao of Slaughter to the tenth level within a few hundred years."

Wang Yan was slightly surprised, hesitated for a moment, looked at Xiao Chen and replied.

"The end of the avenue of killing is the devil. Without a heart to seek the devil, you will never be able to touch the origin of killing. This devil is not the devil you understand. Do it, don't care about my words."

Xiao Chen still wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.

Wang Yan frowned slightly. He guarded the border all year round and fought with demon warriors. There were thousands of demon warriors who died in his hands, but Xiao Chen's words made him a little hard to understand.

"I will remember what you said."

But he is still willing to trust Xiao Chen, this kind of trust has been living and dying all the way until now. There is also Xiao Chen's unique temperament, as well as those facts born in him that make people awe-inspiring.

"Thanks."

Xiao Chen's thoughts fluttered, and his memories unfolded like a scroll. The Wang Yan in front of him reminded him of someone.

An old friend of Kunlun, an old friend he will never forget.

Yan Shisan, the way of killing life and swordsmanship, the last battle of the Kunlun Demon Tribulation, he became a demon with one sword, killing life for benevolence.

At that moment, Xiao Chen understood that the origin of the way of killing is the devil. If you can defeat it, you can completely grasp the original way of killing, but Yan Shisan felt that he was unable to grasp the original power of killing.

Choosing to kill himself with a sword, only left a tragic legend in Kunlun.

boom!

The Yanhuang Sword surrounded by killing aura was inserted into the raging flames, the holy light soared into the sky, and dragons roared everywhere.

The eight altars were finally occupied.

At this moment, the second round of the battle for the crown prince reached its most intense moment.

In the distance, on the altar occupied by the eleventh prince, Lin Feng, the god of death, looked over from a distance, and when he saw this scene, he showed a faint smile.

He couldn't help himself and became the eleventh prince's guest, but he never gave up paying attention to Xiao Chen.

Seeing that the Ninth Prince also occupied the altar, he was relieved.

Beside him, Chu Feng of Hunyuan Palace had a different expression. He and Xiao Chen had become enemies in the False God Realm, and they could be called mortal enemies.

"This guy is getting more and more unfathomable."

The Eleventh Prince said: "Be careful, the second wave of beasts is coming."

Lin Feng and Chu Feng withdrew their gazes, and their gazes fell on the boundless and endless beasts in front of them again.

At this moment, the entire core area of ​​Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum is completely occupied by ferocious beasts.

densely packed, endless.

The princes who did not occupy the altar mixed in and attacked those princes who were refining the Yanhuang sword.

Wang Yan, who occupied the last altar, was inevitably targeted by other princes as well.