Two Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty-Two Wang Fei Gains Power

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

"Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish!"

In the magnificent and vast core area of ​​Emperor Yanhuang's ancient tomb, these eight characters echoed non-stop.

On the altar where the eldest prince was, a holy light shone brightly, illuminating the entire core area like a great sun.

It made the altars where other princes were located be overshadowed.

"Is this the kingly way?"

In the blazing holy fire, the yellow papers on the altars opened their eyes at the same time, and a thick look of horror flashed in their eyes.

No one expected that the eldest prince Wang Fei would merge his King's Dao with the Dragon Vein of the Dynasty so quickly.

It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable.

In everyone's expectation, the integration of kingly way is much more difficult than other avenues.

It is absolutely impossible to successfully integrate so early and get ahead of all the princes.

In the palace, even the aloof Emperor Yan was taken aback, trembling slightly while holding the authentic Yanhuang sword in his hand: "Impossible..."

"Why is it impossible? Facts have proved that the eldest prince is indeed the destiny, the master of the rejuvenation of my Yanwu Dynasty."

Emperor Yan looked back and saw that he was indeed the ancestor of the Taimiao ancestral hall. He suddenly understood something: "You... what you have done has crossed the line. The ancestors said that the dispute for the crown prince must be fair. If you violate the ancestors' precepts, you must be When my Yanwu Dynasty collapsed."

Everyone knows that the Taimiao Ancestral Hall is in charge of the entrance and exit of the Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum.

Most of the secrets in the mausoleum are clear, if they help.

The eldest prince's inconceivable speed of fusing his own kingly way with the dragon veins of the dynasty completely makes sense.

But in this way, it is tantamount to deciding who is the crown prince.

Completely violated the ancestral precepts, regarded the ancestral law as nothing, and the foundation of the country was shaken.

"The catastrophe is approaching, and the Yanwu Dynasty is at the center of the deep storm. If it doesn't change, it will be self-destructed. Don't think I don't know. You went to Lingjiu Mountain secretly, and those vultures didn't promise to help you!"

The look of the ancestors of the Taimiao remained unchanged,

Looking at the Emperor Yan with cold eyes, his face looked extraordinarily cold.

Yanhuang was taken aback, apparently he didn't expect that the other party knew him so well.

"Looking at your bewildered face, those bald donkeys in Lingyin Temple probably really didn't agree to you. Hmph, these bald donkeys have always been high above the ground, pretending to be the world's best, but collecting incense, It's a matter of enshrining the Demon Buddha."

The ancestor of Taimiao said lightly: "Want to draw the sword? Can't pull it out, right... You have become the past, and the new Yanhuang Sword will be born. Watch it carefully, and accompany us to finish the last play, honestly Pass on the throne."

Whoosh whoosh!

As soon as the voice fell, many masters from the Taimiao and Ancestral Hall appeared in the high cloud palace.

Yan Huang's face was ugly, looking behind his ancestor, clan elders came out one by one, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

Suddenly, he somewhat understood why the abbot didn't agree to him.

Because this dynasty is no longer under his control, and the influence of the clan elders is deeply rooted in the blood of the dynasty.

In the main hall below, there are princes from all over the world and bigwigs from aristocratic families.

Little did they know that a coup d'etat had quietly taken place in the palace high above the clouds. Emperor Yan of the current dynasty was relieved of the throne by the elders of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall.

In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.

In the bright holy light, the eldest prince Wang Fei soared into the sky, looking around coldly. A kingly and domineering arrogance that looked down on the world made the princes of all directions tremble.

"Damn, how is this possible!"

The eighth prince, Wang Feng, was startled and angry. His Dao of Wind was only half a step away from perfectly merging with the Dragon Veins of the Dynasty.

In his mind, no matter what, he should walk ahead of Wang Fei.

The fusion of the Dao of Wind is much simpler than the fusion of the kingly way!

"not good."

Daoxuan and Xuanguang Shengzi Wen Renyu's faces changed at the same time, because Wang Fei, who was hanging high in the sky, set his eyes on Wang Feng who was in the holy fire.

"Eighth Prince, leave the altar quickly, or the consequences will be disastrous."

Wang Feng showed unwillingness: "Give me a moment, and I can perfectly integrate the Dao of Wind with the Dragon Vein of Dynasty!"

"It's too late, it's enough to have already branded it."

Daoxuan and Wen Renyu didn't give Wang Feng a chance to speak, they joined forces to forcibly fish him out of the holy flame, and said loudly: "Hurry up and disperse."

But it was still a step too late, Wang Fei drew his sword out of its sheath, and a vast dragon shadow appeared.

The imperial heritage 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 located collapsed and turned into endless fragments.

Wang Feng was a little lost: "My altar..."

In his eyes, the scattered pieces of the altar were like the bubbles of a dream, floating in colorful colors.

gone... all gone,

The terrifying aftermath shook out, and endless dragon essence vented out from the shattered altar. Turning into dragon shadows, they kept fleeing towards Wang Fei in the air, causing his prestige to skyrocket.

"Hahaha, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish!"

Feeling the monstrous power contained in the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, Wang Fei fell into a madness, and shouted loudly again.

With the power of a sword, the altar of the biggest competitor was destroyed, and the expanding power stretched Wang Fei's heart infinitely.

"Not good."

The thirteenth prince Wang Yi's complexion changed slightly, and he said decisively: "Back."

After dealing with the starling, there is no need to doubt that the big brother's target must be himself.

That being the case, it's better to retreat early, and don't have to demand the perfect fusion of your own avenue and the dragon vein of the dynasty. The imprint has been left, which means that the hope is still there, and there is still a fight.

The altar is already useless, and if you try to be perfect, it will inevitably be destroyed.

hateful……

Although he calmly analyzed the pros and cons in his heart, Wang Yi still felt deeply unwilling.

Whoosh!

Sikong Shu and the Silver Dragon King, all the leaders of the prehistoric bloodline, protected the thirteenth prince, Wang Yi, and jumped off the altar to escape at the same time.

Boom!

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 flame was scattered all over the place, and the burning beasts howled and ran wildly.

"receive!"

Wang Fei sneered, and with the Yanhuang sword in his hand, he frantically absorbed the dragon essence overflowing from the altar hole.

Except for me, everyone is an ant!

The kingly way, this is the kingly way, the greater its power, the stronger its strength. He successively wiped out the power of the eighth prince and the thirteenth prince, and let his own power swell to the point where people can't look directly at it.

Under the altar, Master Xi and his party looked calm, as if they had known this before.

"Terrible, how could big brother be so powerful."

The third prince who snatched an altar had just jumped into the altar, and he hadn't even had time to sacrifice the Yanhuang Sword in the future.

Looking at everything that happened in front of my eyes, I was completely blinded, and there was no way to continue fighting.

"not good!"

The third prince's complexion changed wildly, and he felt a murderous aura enveloped him, making him unable to move and trembling all over.

"Big brother, big brother... I have no intention of fighting with you, so I will abstain."

Fear filled his heart, and the third prince stuttered a little, wanting to cry but not crying.

boom!

But Wang Fei didn't give him a chance to speak at all, a sword fell, and his company and the altar were destroyed on the spot.

Over and over again.

Wang Fei used three swords in a row, one sword destroyed an altar, and three swords destroyed three altars.

Those who are interested can already see that this is no longer his own strength, and Wang Fei seems to have borrowed the general trend of the dragon veins of the dynasty.

Before there is no other prince who can perfectly integrate his avenue with the dragon vein of the dynasty.

The dragon veins of the dynasty have already regarded him as the real name prince.

In this ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan, the dragon veins of the dynasty are equivalent to the 100,000-year heritage of the Yanwu dynasty. And the eldest prince Wang Fei, at this moment, is the concrete embodiment of the foundation of this dynasty, holding the Yanhuang sword in his hand, and his destiny is added to his body.

In the distance, looking at the dead third prince, the fourth prince Wang Yun felt a chill down his back.

If he hadn't listened to Yuan Zhen just now, he would be the one who died now.

Wang Yun said sincerely, "Mr. Yuan, thank you for saving my life."

Surprise also flashed across Yuanzhen's calm face under the hood, and he was obviously a little surprised by Wang Fei's display of strength.

"You're welcome. You and I are in the same boat. To save you is to save 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 in a hurry, now is not the time for you to be in a hurry, there are people who are more in a hurry than you."

Wang Yun was slightly taken aback, and looked in the direction of his finger, it was the altar where the Ninth Prince Wang Yan was.