Two Thousand Four Hundred and Fifty-Eight Great Changes Are Coming

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

The top of the Yanhuang ancient tree.

The ninth prince, Wang Yan, is fighting fiercely with the fourth prince, Wang Yun, but the situation is not optimistic.

The Yanhuang sword that Wang Yun sacrificed and refined is the ninth altar, nine is the highest, and it contains a vast amount of dragon essence.

The other princes have already lost their qualifications for the crown prince battle and can only wait and see from the ancient tree.

The eighth prince, Wang Feng, and the thirteenth prince both had expressions of unwillingness on their faces. They were the most popular princes after the eldest prince.

Unexpectedly, after the death of the First Prince, he would actually climb to the top of the Yanhuang Ancient Tree.

But before, the two most unfavorable brothers.

Especially the fourth prince, Wang Yun, has always been regarded as a fool, which is a complete joke.

No one thought that he could pass the first round of tests.

But who knew, this fool counterattacked all the way, and now he is standing on the top of the ancient Yanhuang tree.

Fighting the final battle with the Ninth Prince Wang Yan.

Looking at the pure scene, Wang Yan was fighting all the way, occupying a huge advantage.

Although Wang Yan mastered the Dao of Slaughter, it was far more subtle than the opponent's Buddhist Daowei.

In terms of martial arts strength alone, Wang Yan, who has been on the battlefield for a long time and has rich combat experience, is not comparable to the fourth prince.

But nothing.

The Dragon Yuan contained in the ninth altar is too majestic, and the Yanhuang Sword in Wang Yun's hand is far more powerful than Wang Yan.

It uses strength to defeat cleverness, and does not need too many exquisite killing moves and martial arts at all, but it can suppress Wang Yan to death with the sword in his hand.

"Ninth brother, don't give up yet."

On the top of the ancient tree, inserted in the vast clouds and mist, Wang Yun held the Yanhuang Sword. The body of the sword is full of Buddha's light, and the light of Buddha behind him is shining everywhere, and the long sword is swaying.

It seems that there are gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and the Buddhist dharma names are recited endlessly, and the power of a sword seems to level the mountains and rivers.

Wang Yan's eyes were full of killing intent,

However, the entire momentum was completely overwhelmed by the opponent's majestic majesty.

It looked like he was trapped in the siege of thousands of troops, full of murderous intent, fighting bloody battles. However, he continued to kill continuously, until he was exhausted, but he failed to break out of the tight encirclement.

"It seems that Wang Yan's defeat is only a matter of time."

Xiao Suo looked into the distance, watched the battle on the top of the Yanhuang ancient tree, and sighed softly.

Hao Kai also shook his head slightly. Although they hadn't gotten along with Wang Yan for a long time, they still admired him in their hearts.

Seeing that, the prince whom he escorted all the way would inevitably feel unwilling to lose to others.

Xiao Chen's expression was calm, and his emotions did not fluctuate.

Along the way, he did his best to protect Wang Yan. Now this final battle, he can only rely on himself, no matter how he wins or loses, I only hope that he will not leave any regrets.

He could tell that Wang Yan's martial arts background was far superior to that of the fourth prince Wang Yun.

After all, guarding the frontier all the year round, going to battle to kill the enemy, always charging forward, is not comparable to Wang Yun from the gentle township of the imperial capital.

It's a pity that the entire momentum was completely suppressed, and the dragon essence contained in the Yanhuang sword was not as good as the opponent.

If he can come to his senses, the victory or defeat of the kit he gave him is really hard to say.

But it doesn't matter, the eldest prince has already been killed.

No matter who ascended to the position of Crown Prince Yan, deep in Xiao Chen's heart, he could reluctantly accept it.

At this moment, Xiao Chen has other worries.

The ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan, the dispute for the crown prince, twists and turns all the way, the situation has developed to the present.

It is inevitable that people will not worry, why does the ancestral hall of the Taimiao protect Xi and others everywhere. Now, Xiao Chen is rather worried about Ao Jiao, Su Ye and others deep in the palace.

"Brother, should we continue watching?"

Xiao Suo looked at Xiao Chen and said, most of the disciples of His Highness the Prince had left the ancient tomb of Emperor Yan.

"Get out of here first."

Several people silently said abstaining, and suddenly sensed a majestic force from the depths of the ground, connecting with the body and soul.

The mighty force of heaven and earth in the ancient mausoleum of Yanhuang forcibly sent Xiao Chen and others out.

The next moment, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed drastically.

The whole body suddenly became extremely relaxed, but the pressure of the world from Yanhuang Ancient Tomb had disappeared.

Whizzing!

The moment he appeared in the martial arts arena in the palace, Xiao Chen immediately sensed that more than a dozen suffocating soul powers shot back and forth on his body.

Xiao Chen was secretly startled, he had been in contact with the Fire of the False God and could clearly sense it.

Each strand of soul power contained the fire of the False God.

In other words, the entire Yanwu Dynasty has descended on a large number of False Gods.

The soul power that contains the False God's Fire comes and goes quickly, hardly a thousandth of a second.

If the strength is weak, it cannot be sensed.

Xiao Chen suddenly realized that these imaginary gods were sensing them, whether they had wings of time and space!

Immediately, I felt a chill down my back for a while, and I was a little thankful.

Fortunately, Piaomiao Immortal Palace does not have the Wings of Time and Space, if he took the Wings of Time and Space and appeared in the palace instantly.

In an instant, at least a dozen False Gods will be attacked indiscriminately.

At that time, even if there is the Dao of Reincarnation, I am afraid that I will not escape death.

But it's hard to say, with so many False Gods gathered, if the five major forces come together, the False God of the League will definitely be there that day.

If the top management of the Tianmeng knew that he had the Wings of Time and Space, they would definitely protect him to the death.

But no matter what, he will fall into the center of right and wrong, life and death are unpredictable.

Xiao Chen remained calm, handed Jiang He to Xiao Suo, and walked towards Ao Jiao and Su Ye.

"Your Highness Goddess, fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

After Hao Kai saw Ao Jiao, he said respectfully.

"Thank you, senior Haokai."

Ao Jiao hurriedly returned the gift and said softly.

Then the beautiful eyes turned and fell on Xiao Chen, complaining: "Why are you working so hard, you don't know how much we worry about you."

Indeed, the battle for the crown prince has twists and turns.

I have been on the verge of life and death several times, and I have no time to think about it when I am in it, but the bystanders must be frightened and worried.

"It's not dead, don't worry."

Feeling Aojiao's concern, Xiao Chen felt a warm feeling in his heart, and stepped forward to squeeze Aojiao's face.

After the matter of the Queen Mother of the West, Xiao Chen understands many truths, don't wait until the people around you are gone, and then regret it.

After seeing Ao Jiao, many emotions that were suppressed in my heart surged up.

Embarrassment flashed across the tender girlish face, she pulled Xiao Chen's hand and said, "Why, so many people are watching?"

"Ahem, Young Master Xiao, this is Her Royal Highness Goddess of our Golden Crow Empire...don't go too far."

Hao Kai coughed a few times and said softly.

Xiao Chen withdrew his hand, looked back, and sure enough, several eyes were looking towards him.

I saw Xi was wearing a white gauze on his head, covering his left eye, and smiled at him, which was quite teasing.

Yan Cangming and Zhenyuan, who had fought to the death with Xi before, hooked up with Xi again.

There were also many hostile gazes, such as Qin Ming who was gnashing his teeth angrily, Xiao Chen naturally ignored them all.

At this moment, the prince who was eliminated in the martial arts arena, as well as many disciples.

All eyes were fixed on the light curtain, the peak battle between Wang Yan and Wang Yun.

This battle is destined to have only one winner, who will ascend to the throne of the crown prince.

But Xiao Chen had a bad premonition in his heart, no matter whether he had Wings of Time and Space or not.

The gathering of so many False Gods in the Yanwu Dynasty is an ominous omen. Once there is a little carelessness, the battle of False Gods will start.

At that time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

What worried him even more was Xi and Yan Cangming, one of these two was the eldest prince of the Blood Martial Dynasty, who commanded the world's evil ways. One is the leader of the Temple of the Underworld, representing the forces of the nine underground layers of the underworld, all of which are on the same level as the Righteous Way.

Now that the eldest prince is dead, they who lost their protection still dare to stay in the palace openly.

Xiao Chen had a bad premonition, and pondered: "Everyone, get closer to me, something is wrong."

The current calm, like the calm before the storm, made Xiao Chen deeply worried.

Let Su Ye and others get closer to him.

Once there is a change, he will use the Yushen tablet to put everyone in it.

Su Ye and others didn't suspect him, so they quietly gathered beside Xiao Chen and besieged the city.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen remembered something and asked, "Have you ever seen Emperor Yan appear?"

As long as Yanhuang is still around, he can wield the Yanhuang sword, and even the False God will be afraid of him in this Yanwu Dynasty.

Su Ye frowned and said, "His Majesty Yanhuang, since he first appeared, he has not appeared."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he already felt that something was wrong.

Just at this time, there were discussions around him, and words were spoken one after another.

"Fourth prince, I'm going to win!"

On the light curtain, on the top of the ancient Yanhuang tree, Wang Yan, who was deeply surrounded, finally failed, and was swung away by Wang Yun's sword.

The blood was like a rainbow, splashing endlessly, it was horrible.