In front of the Xuanyuan Palace.

The thirteen princes stood with a fierce murderous aura on his face, although his skills and energy had been exhausted, he was sworn to protect the two lives behind him.

Because Zuo Dongling was smelting the Xuanyuan Sword Soul, that is, the prototype, Xiao Zhang was unconscious in extreme pain, while Xiao Cui was pierced through the dantian by the meteoric iron outside the sky and was dying.

The responsibility of the Thirteen Princes is great, and the two people behind him are the most important people in his life, and he has to protect them no matter what, because when those two people die, he has no meaning in living.

Sun Zibing on the opposite side had already put on an offensive posture, and the bright giant knife in his hand was raised high, emitting a dazzling white light, representing the light, and also representing the last line of defense for Xuanyuan Gate to defend Xuanyuan Hong.

Obviously, Sun Zibing thought that his task had been completed, Xiao Zhang had fallen, Xiao Cui was dying, and only one of the thirteen princes who had run out of energy had nothing to do with the overall situation, and killing him was like killing an ant.

However, just as he was about to completely end the lives of the three people with the giant knife in his hand, he suddenly saw a familiar and frightened face, which was looking at him very calmly, not the face of the Thirteen Princes, but another face.

I don't know at what moment, Xiao Zhang suddenly felt that the pain in his body stopped, he knew that it must be the person he was waiting for who came and terminated Xuanyuan Hong's smelting, so his pain also ended.

Tried to move his body, and felt that there was nothing unusual, and after this period of "rest", his energy was even more abundant, and the moment he stood up and opened his eyes, he saw Sun Zibing wielding a white giant knife, about to slash at the Thirteen Princes and Xiao Cui.

That's right, the face that Sun Zibing saw was Xiao Zhang's face, a face that often appeared in his nightmares. At a moment when he was stunned by surprise, he suddenly felt a whirlwind of the sky, followed by a blow to the head, followed by a whirlwind of the sky.

When he stopped, he found himself lying facing the sky, a body standing in front of him, a body without a head, just standing upright, with blood spurting from its severed neck.

That body was so familiar, so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, until his consciousness was so blurred that he was about to disappear, that body was his own body, and that it was his head lying on the ground, and the blow to the head just now came from the ground, that is, his head fell to the ground, and the impact with the ground.

Although he was aware of this fact, he refused to believe it anyway, nor did he want to believe that his head had been cut off like this.

Immediately after, another person came to him, still the face that often appeared in nightmares, Xiao Zhang's face.

Just now, after Xiao Zhang recovered his strength, he slammed into a violent attack, concentrated all the power of soul slaughter, turned into a sharp blade, and cut off Sun Zibing's head in an instant.

Slowly squatting down, Xiao Zhang sneered and looked at Sun Zibing's head on the ground, and said, "Elder Sun, go all the way." ”

Sun Zibing wanted to say something, but with only one head left, he could only open his mouth and couldn't make any sound, so he could only widen his eyes desperately and glared at Xiao Zhang.

The next moment, a bright white flame greeted him, and everything was gone.

The power of the Samadhi True Fire was irresistible, and in an instant, Sun Zibing's head and body, along with his soul, were burned into nothingness, and from then on, there was no trace of Sun Zibing in this world.

Turning around, Xiao Zhang looked at the Thirteen Princes and Xiao Cui, only to see the Thirteen Princes holding the dying Xiao Cui, crying silently.

Xiao Zhang gently patted the thirteenth prince on the shoulder and said, "I'm here to save him." After speaking, he cast the elephant invisibility and repaired Xiao Cui's broken dantian.

The dantian is easy to repair, but the lost soul qi power is not easy to recover, and it takes careful cultivation to recover the original strength, but it is impossible to restore the previous strength, and it is even possible that you will not be able to recover your strength for the rest of your life and become an ordinary person.

Xiao Zhang didn't tell the thirteen princes about the worst possibility, but said: "The dantian has been repaired, let her cultivate for a period of time to recover her strength." ”

The Thirteenth Prince nodded and kissed Xiao Cui lightly on the forehead.

Xiao Zhang turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Palace, at this moment, Wang Xuewen should have killed Xuanyuan Hong, Xuanyuan Hong's era at the same time Xuanyuan Gate is finally over, Wang Xuewen, this person he respects extremely much, is the end of this era.

So who will be the protagonist of the next era?

Xiao Zhang knew that before coming to Xuanyuan City, Xuanyuan Jue had expressed his intention to overthrow Xuanyuan Hong and become the head of the house, but he always felt that things would not be so logical.

Sure enough, at this time, the pain just now came again, and it was even more intense than just now, Xiao Zhang was suddenly unable to support it, and fell to the ground, and at the moment when his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, the facts finally confirmed his worries.

Wang Xuewen must be Wang Xuewen.

After smelting the sword soul and entity, he will truly control the artifact Xuanyuan Sword, and before this huge benefit, no one can help himself, even the highly respected Wang Xuewen. In fact, Xiao Zhang didn't know that Wang Xuewen was not a respected person at all, all of this was actually Wang Xuewen's plan.

At this moment, in the Xuanyuan Palace, Xuanyuan Hong's body was lying on the ground, and where he was originally located, Wang Xuewen was sitting cross-legged, he had already replaced Xuanyuan Hong, and began to urge the furnace of creation to continue to smelt the sword soul and entity.

This is the opportunity he has been waiting for for many years, and it is also a key step for him to re-ascend to the head of Xuanyuan Gate, as long as he successfully controls the Xuanyuan Sword, not to mention the head of Xuanyuan Gate, even if it is the whole world, the entire human soul world will become a plaything in his palm.

What is respectable, what is forbearance and low-key, but he pretended to be, there are too many desires and madness hidden in his heart, he wants strength, power, everything. Even the High Lord of Creation seems to be defeated by him sooner or later.

"Hahahaha......"

Thinking of this, Wang Xuewen couldn't help but let out a crazy laugh, echoing in the tall Xuanyuan Hall for a long time.

In the furnace of creation, the Xuanyuan Sword entity has stabilized, quietly waiting for the arrangement of fate, but the sword soul, that is, the prototype of the soul slaughter, is struggling more and more intense, it is the prototype of the divine sword soul slaughter, arrogant, obviously unwilling to merge with an unknown sword.

However, it was now only a prototype, and it was powerless to resist the power of the sun's true fire, and even so, it was still struggling unyieldingly.

(End of chapter)