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

The magnificent and vast core area of the ancient mausoleum of the Yan Emperor kept echoing these eight words, and the royal emperor shook the heavens and the earth.

On the altar where the Great Prince was located, the bright holy light shone on the entire core area like a great sun.

The altars where the other princes were located were overshadowed.

"This is the royal way?"

In the blazing flame, the yellow paper on each altar opened his eyes at the same time, and his eyes flashed with a thick look of horror.

No one expected that the eldest prince Wang Fei would be so fast, and he would fuse his own king's avenue with the dragon vein of the dynasty.

It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable.

In everyone's expectation, the integration of the royal road was much more difficult than the other avenues.

It is impossible to successfully integrate so early and seize the front of all the princes.

In the palace, even the high-flying Yan Emperor was taken aback, holding the genuine Yan Emperor Sword in his hand and trembling slightly: "It's impossible to ......"

"What's impossible, it turns out that the Great Prince is indeed the Destiny of Heaven, the Lord of the Zhongxing of my Yanwu Dynasty. ”

Emperor Yan looked back, it was indeed the ancestor of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall, and suddenly understood something: "You ...... What you have done has already passed the line, the ancestors have said, the dispute between the princes must be fair. If you violate the ancestral teachings, it will be when my Yanwu Dynasty falls. ”

Everyone knows that the Taimiao Ancestral Hall is in charge of the entrance and exit of the ancient tomb of Emperor Yan.

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

The Great Prince's incredible speed of fusing his own royal road with the imperial dragon vein is completely explained.

But in this way, it is equivalent to determining who is the crown prince.

It completely violated the ancestral teachings, regarded the ancestral law as nothing, and the foundation of the founding of the country was shaken.

"The catastrophe is coming, and the center of the storm in the depths of the Yanwu Dynasty will surely destroy itself if it does not change. Don't think I don't know, you secretly went to Vulture Mountain, and those bald donkeys didn't promise to help you!"

The expression of the ancestor of Taimiao remained unchanged, and he looked at Emperor Yan of the current dynasty with cold eyes, and his face was extremely cold.

Emperor Yan was stunned in his heart, obviously he didn't expect that the other party would know everything about himself.

"Seeing that you are at a loss, the bald donkeys in Lingyin Temple should really not agree to you. Hmph, these bald donkeys have always been high, making the appearance of a master outside the world, but they are doing the reluctance of collecting incense and offering to the Demon Buddha. ”

Taimiao Patriarch said lightly: "Do you want to draw your sword......? You are in the past, and a new Flame Emperor Sword will be born. Watch it carefully, accompany us to the last play, and pass on the throne honestly. ”

Whoosh!

The words fell, and in this cloud palace high above, many masters of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall emerged.

Emperor Yan's face was ugly, and he looked behind the ancestor, and the clan elders came out, with a strong sense of powerlessness in the depths.

Suddenly, he understood a little why the abbot didn't answer him that day.

Because this dynasty has long been out of his control, the power of the clan elders has been deeply rooted in the blood of the dynasty.

In the main hall below, the princes of the Quartet and the bigwigs of the family.

Unbeknownst to him, in the palace high above the clouds, a coup d'état had quietly taken place. When Emperor Yan of the Dynasty joined forces with the elders of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall, he was relieved of the throne.

In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.

In the bright holy light, the Great Prince Wang Fei rose into the air and looked around with cold eyes. A domineering royal road that looks down on the world makes the princes of the Quartet tremble.

"Damn, how is this possible!"

The Eighth Emperor Wang Feng was shocked and angry, his Wind Dao was only half a step away from perfectly merging with the Imperial Dragon Vein.

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

The fusion of the Avenue of the Wind is much simpler than the fusion of the Royal Road!

"Not good. ”

Dao Xuan and the Xuanguang Holy Son on the side heard the feather, and their faces changed at the same time, because Wang Fei, who was hanging high in the sky, fell on Wang Feng in the holy flame.

"Eighth prince, hurry up and leave the altar, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

Wang Feng's face showed unwillingness: "Give me a few more moments, I can perfectly fuse the Great Dao of Wind with the Imperial Dragon Vein!"

"It's too late, it's enough to be branded. ”

Dao Xuan and Wen Renyu didn't give Wang Feng a chance to speak, and joined forces to forcibly fish out the holy flame, and said in a loud voice: "Hurry up and disperse." ”

But he was still a step slower, Wang Fei drew his sword out of the sheath, and a vast dragon shadow appeared.

The imperial heritage that has existed for 100,000 years is vividly displayed in its sword, waiting for the sword to fall.

The altar where the Eighth Prince was located collapsed with a bang and turned into endless fragments.

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

The scattered fragments of the altar were like the foam of a sweet dream in his eyes, floating in various colors.

Gone...... It's all gone,

The aftermath of the horror shook out, and the endless dragon yuan vented out from the broken altar. turned into dragon shadows, and kept fleeing towards Wang Fei in the air, making his voice skyrocket.

"Hahaha, those who follow me prosper, and those who go against me die!"

Feeling the monstrous power contained in the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, Wang Fei's whole person fell into a frenzy and shouted loudly again.

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

"Not good. ”

The thirteenth prince, Wang Yi's face changed slightly, and he said decisively: "Retreat." ”

After dealing with the starling, there is no need to doubt it, the goal of the eldest brother must be himself.

Even so, it is better to retreat as soon as possible, and there is no need to demand the perfect fusion of your own avenue and the imperial dragon vein. The imprint has been left, so it means that there is still hope and there is still a lot of power to fight.

The altar is useless, and if it is forced to be perfect, it will surely perish.

Damn it......

Although the pros and cons were calmly analyzed in his heart, Wang Yi was still unwilling.

Sou!

Sikong Shu and the Silver Dragon King were the best in the bloodline, protecting the thirteenth prince Wang Yi, and at the same time jumped off the altar and escaped.

Boom!

Almost at the moment when Wang Yi jumped off the altar, the attack of the eldest prince Wang Fei followed.

The altar was destroyed in an instant, the flames were scattered all over the ground, and the burning beasts wailed and scattered in all directions.

"Close!"

Wang Fei sneered, and the Yanhuang Sword in his hand frantically absorbed the Dragon Yuan overflowing from the entrance of the altar cave.

Except for me, they are all ants!

The royal road, this is the royal road, the greater its potential, the stronger the strength. He successively destroyed the general trend of the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince, and made his own general trend swell to the point where it was impossible to look at directly.

Under the altar, Lord Xi and his entourage looked calm, as if they had known this.

"Terrible, how can Big Brother be so powerful. ”

The three princes who had seized an altar had just jumped into the altar, and they didn't even have time to sacrifice the Yanhuang Sword.

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

"Not good!"

The third prince's face changed wildly, and he felt a murderous aura envelop 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. ”

His heart was filled with fear, and the three princes stammered a little when they spoke, wanting to cry without tears.

Rumble!

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

And over and over again.

Wang Fei took out three swords in a row, one sword destroyed an altar, and three swords destroyed three.

Those who have a heart can already see that this is no longer his own strength, Wang Fei seems to have borrowed the general trend of the imperial dragon vein.

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

The dragon vein of the dynasty has regarded him as his real name Prince.

In this ancient mausoleum of the Yanhuang Emperor, the dragon vein of the dynasty is equivalent to the 100,000-year heritage of the Yanwu Dynasty. And the eldest prince Wang Fei is the embodiment of the foundation of this dynasty at this moment, holding the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, and the destiny of heaven is added.

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

If he hadn't listened to Yuanzhen just now, he would have died now.

Wang Yun said sincerely: "Mr. Yuan, thank you for saving your life. ”

Under the hood, Yuan Zhen's calm face also flashed with surprise in his eyes, obviously he was still a little surprised by the strength shown by Wang Fei.

"No thanks, you and I are in the same boat, and to save you is to save myself. ”

Wang Yun didn't care about Yuan Zhen's words, and asked a little anxiously: "Mr. Yuan, where is the ninth altar you said?"

Yuan Zhen smiled faintly and said: "Don't worry, now is not the time for you to be in a hurry, someone is more anxious than you." ”

Wang Yun was slightly stunned, and looked in the direction of his finger, which was the altar where Wang Yan, the Nine Emperor Princes, was.