Two Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty-Nine

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

"In this world, it's not your old nine who has the final say!"

The auspicious clouds in the sky are billowing, as round as the Buddha was alive, when he slashed towards the sky with a bloody moon.

The ninth altar also appeared at the same time.

The essence of the fragments of the eight altars was gathered, and the ninth altar was condensed in mid-air, and thousands of dragon shadows rose from the ground and came together.

In ecstasy, the fourth prince Wang Yun inserted the Yanhuang sword into the raging holy fire.

Successive changes can no longer be described as a wave of ups and downs.

Instead, there are endless turmoil, thousands of waves and waves!

When everyone was surprised and the Ninth Prince Wang Yan came back powerfully, Yuan Zhen suddenly came out, shaking the sky with his vast Buddha power, and went straight into the blood moon.

It was too late to see what would happen to the golden Buddha's palm falling on the blood moon.

The ninth altar suddenly appeared again, and a figure that no one could have imagined climbed up, bathed in the light of ten thousand Buddhas.

A pair of eyes that don't know where to look.

The thoughts in my mind were numb and messy, and I was stunned on the spot, dazed in a daze.

"This is the legendary ninth altar!"

"There really is a ninth altar..."

"Nine is the number of extremes, reaching the pinnacle and occupying the best luck. The fourth prince, Wang Yun, is really unexpected. If they can be perfectly integrated, they will be ridiculously strong."

"This ninth altar is indeed very lucky, but you have to be tough enough to bear it."

In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan, many princes and disciples were stunned, and their thoughts paused for a while.

The moment Yuan Zhen appeared on the back of the Demon Blood Vulture, Xiao Chen's expression changed slightly.

Although he had been waiting for Yuanzhen to show up, he never thought that the other party would appear in this way.

"Only when all sentient beings are exhausted can Bodhi be realized. If the hell is not empty, I swear not to become a Buddha!"

Ksitigarbha...

Suddenly,

Many doubts suddenly became clear.

No wonder this Yuanzhen said to himself for no reason that day, will you kill me?

It turned out that he inherited the karma of Ksitigarbha in the Kunlun Realm, but he didn't know what form he used, was it reincarnation, possession, or a seal?

If you want to say who is the most surprised and unexpected, it must be Xi.

"All dharmas are empty, only the Buddha is the only one!"

If anyone in the field looked the most surprised, it must be Prince Xi, who made repeated mistakes. Unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince would return in a powerful manner, and Yuan Zhen's sudden emergence would cause him to lose everything.

The appearance of the Ninth Prince had already caused slight cracks in the blood moon, and the Fourth Prince condensed the Dragon Yuan again, which made things worse.

Yuan Zhen's palm that broke the magic cloud fell, and if he was a little careless, the blood moon would fall apart.

"receive!"

Xi was extremely decisive, and with a move, the blood moon in the sky suddenly turned into a swirling black hole. Returning to the form of the black robe, it wobbled and slowly fell from the air.

After the golden Buddha's palm of the blood moon that fell was hit in the air, Yuan Zhen waved it lightly, and fell towards Xi and his party.

The golden Buddha's palm has covered the sky and the sun, and it is falling like the sky is falling.

"Do it!"

On the back of the Demon Blood Vulture, Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun's eyes lit up, and they took advantage of the situation.

Without hesitation, he flew towards the black robe, and Xi could no longer control the robe, otherwise when the blood moon rose again, it would still be difficult to deal with.

"Black face secret technique, destroy!"

"Qinglian secret technique, live!"

Mingxuan and Qinglian Saintess Yang Qing, with serious expressions, took a step forward from left to right.

After forming seals respectively, they raise their palms at the same time.

The black swastika Buddha seal between Mingxuan's eyebrows was reversed, bursting out black magic power, containing a strong power of destroying the world. The green lotus bloomed under Yang Qing's feet, and the soft Buddha's light unfolded like auspiciousness, bursting out with the power of life like a torrential rain.

Birth and death, the two joined hands to meet the palm of the Buddha that reaches the sky.

Xi soared into the sky, intending to take the black robe back.

A figure came across the sky, slashed furiously with a sword, and the killing intent filled the sky like a galaxy to stop him in the air.

Xi's face was slightly angry, and when she looked up, it was the Ninth Prince Wang Yan who came to stop him holding the Yanhuang Sword.

"you wanna die!"

Xi was furious, a blood-colored cross appeared in the depth of her left eye, and boundless fear struck her.

In an instant, Wang Yan's body and soul were both occupied by deep fear, and his body trembled slightly.

Wang Yan remained calm and responded calmly, the killing intent turned into dots and condensed on the sword.

call out!

Fierce sword light burst out from the blade, Wang Yan moved his wrist slightly, and a flash of sword light shone on Xi's eyes.

Taking advantage of the moment when the sword light covered the opponent's demonic eyes, with boundless courage, he suppressed the fear in his heart, leaned forward and killed him.

At this moment, Wang Yan, the Dao of Slaughter and the Dragon Vein of the Dynasty are perfectly integrated, and his strength is not inferior to that of the previous eldest prince.

The sword light swept across, and the foundation of the 100,000-year dynasty slanted out like a surging river. Driven by the Avenue of Slaughter, the dynasty's background is like a thousand horses and thousands of troops, and the word "kill" roars endlessly.

Xi was forced to fight with the Demon Emperor Sword, but was entangled by Wang Yan.

"Mingxuan, Yang Qing don't care about that Yuanzhen, help me get back the holy robe!"

At the same time, Xiao Suo held the Red Blood Battle Flag, and killed Tiance Scholar, Wu Meng and others.

These retainers under Yuxi fought together, not giving them a chance to help.

In the air, Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun chased the black robe.

Chu Chaoyun frowned slightly, and with a glance, it was Mingxuan and Qinglian Saintess who came to kill at the same time after resisting the palm.

"I'm going to stop them."

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Chaoyun's figure flickered, and he pushed left and right with both hands.

Hunyuan True Fire burned blazingly, creating a curtain of fire that stopped Mingxuan and Qinglian Saintess.

Without giving them a chance to react, Chu Chaoyun drew his sword out of its sheath, and the avenue of chaos unfolded slowly.

The figure was blurry, making it impossible for Mingxuan and Yang Qing to pinpoint its exact location.

On the ground, the eighth and thirteenth princes, who woke up like a dream, looked at the ninth altar in the sky.

A look of madness burst out in his eyes, right now there is only one chance to compete with the Ninth Prince Wang Yan.

Drive Wang Yun down and monopolize the ninth altar.

"kill!"

Wang Feng and Wang Yi, each leading the retainers, rushed over with overwhelming momentum.

With the strength of the two of them, it should be more than enough to drive Wang Yun down.

But just when a group of people were about to approach.

The Buddha's voice suddenly sounded, and many disciples of the fourth prince Wang Yun appeared.

Each held a magic weapon, according to Yuanzhen's explanation, stood in different directions, and activated the magic weapon in their hands at the same time.

boom!

In an instant, thousands of Buddha voices overlapped, and a phantom image of a huge Buddha statue covered a radius of ten thousand miles.

Faintly looking, this Buddha statue is very similar to the Ksitigarbha King in the Kunlun Realm.

Clang, clang!

Many kilograms were bombarded on the Buddha statue, making a clanging sound like a diamond, and Wang Yun on the altar inside was not harmed in the slightest.

"Mr. Yuan is really good at predicting things. He has long guessed that these princes will go crazy."

"Yeah, give us the magic weapon and let us set up the formation in advance, it really works."

"Don't be distracted, it's time to change."

"Okay, Qianlong is in the abyss, travel to the eight poles, touch the nine palaces, and the ten directions will not change!"

The doorman holding the dharma weapon is changing, and the shadow of the dragon rises from the ground. As the formation changed, he wandered around in the Buddha statue, and unexpectedly used it to solidify the Buddha statue little by little.

"Damn, how could this happen!"

Seeing that the enchantment of the Buddha statue, which was already at a loss, could reverse the dragon element and continue to strengthen it, a group of princes cursed.

On the altar, Wang Yun opened his eyes and saw the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince with angry and helpless expressions on their faces.

There was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "Old Eighth, Little Thirteen, you didn't expect to have today! Hahaha, from childhood to adulthood, you laughed at the targets of bullying, and one day, it will make you wait for it!" , but nothing can be done!"

The eighth prince and the thirteenth prince bit their lips and remained silent, their eyes full of unwillingness.

If it is said that the Ninth Prince was able to rise against the trend, there can be some explanations. After all, the other party has been guarding the frontier, and has made countless achievements in battle.

Xiao Chen even helped to make up for the weakness of the emperor's lack of foundation.

But these four princes, how capable, have been synonymous with trash since childhood. He could actually ride on their heads, aloof, and laugh at them.

In the core area of ​​Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum, all forces are for their own goals.

Chaotic battles broke out, and there was no place that was not a battlefield.

Yan Cangming and Zhenyuan pulled away and watched the fire from the other side, unexpectedly not participating.

Logically speaking, the two should go to help Xi, but for some unknown reason, they chose not to help each other.

"Do you want to make a move? I think I can take a gamble!"

Zhenyuan gazed into the distance, the battle situation on Xi's side was eager to try, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"No, that guy's potential is far from exposed. Let's see how many cards he has. The more exposed, the more chance we have to win!"

Yan Cangming calmly made a choice, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect the situation to change so quickly, it was a godsend opportunity for him.

In the sky, after Yuanzhen's blow, he crossed his legs on the lotus platform and closed his eyes to meditate.

Wei Wei chased after Xi, chanting sutras in his mouth continuously, and taking advantage of the momentum gathered by the fourth prince Wang Yun, he continued to fill the sky with golden and auspicious clouds.

The originally mighty and invincible magic cloud was constantly forced back by it.

As for Xiao Chen, frowning slightly at this moment, looking at the blood shadow man in front of him, he fell silent.

Just as he was about to grab the black robe transformed by the blood moon, a bloody lightning flashed out and snatched it away from his eyes.

It's him!

The first time he met in the city of God, he felt vaguely familiar with the blood shadow man.

The second time he appeared in the competition for the Five Elements God Thunder, but he did not appear at the same time as Mingxuan, and now is the time to meet again.

With a hoarse voice, the blood shadow man held the black robe and laughed strangely: "Do you want it?"

Xiao Chen looked calm and said, "You know me?"

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous. Xiao Chen, haven't you recognized me yet? You really let me down..."

The blood shadow covering his body gradually dissipated, and his real body turned out to be a magic blood vine.

But what really surprised Xiao Chen was that the face on the magic blood vine was familiar yet unfamiliar.

It was a face that Xiao Chen had long forgotten, a person who shouldn't appear in the world.

It was the Thunder King of the Kunlun Realm, the Thunder King who planned the overall situation with one hand, was once the same generation as the Qing Emperor, and wanted to unify Kunlun for the Black Lotus Sect.

"You didn't die!"

There was a killing intent in Xiao Chen's eyes, his expression changed slightly, and he couldn't hide his surprise.

"Hehe, if the Black Lotus Sect didn't leave me with a ray of soul that would give me the possibility of being reborn in the Great Thousand World, would I give him my life?"

Lei Wang said with a sinister smile: "I am looking forward to how long you can last in my hands in your current state."

Xiao Chen fought with the eldest prince Wang Fei, and was seriously injured and consumed a lot.

Up to now, he has not recovered much. Facing an opponent of the blood shadow man's level, it is really difficult to parry, not an opponent.

However, Xiao Chen's expression was calm, and there was no panic in his eyes. He said lightly: "I'm sorry, I'm going to disappoint you. Since you chose to reveal your identity, I can only kill you again!"

"I'm a black egg!"

"I'm a white egg!"

"Hey, once the twin eggs come out, who will fight for the front!"

In Yushen Monument, the black and white duo who had been impatient for a long time had Xiao Chen's orders. Impatiently, he jumped out immediately, bursting out with a terrifying aura comparable to that of the Emperor of the Six Meridians.

It turned into two hurricanes, one black and one white, and killed the blood shadow man.

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