However, despite this, Gan Xiong still didn't think so, completely ignoring Yan Yi's eighteen-footed eyes that could kill. He smiled to himself and said: "If Commander Yan can prove the identity of the little prince, the old man will naturally have nothing to say, and respectfully invite the little prince to ascend the throne." After all, as human ministers, it is our duty to submit to the king. ”

"I hope so!" Commander Yan sneered, his eyes full of anger glaring coldly at Gan Xiong, making the latter laugh dumbly.

Of course, before that, the old man has to say ugly things in advance. If Commander Yan can't prove the identity of the little prince, then the old man will suspect whether Commander Yan has the ambition of colluding with foreign enemies and intending to usurp my Mobei foundation. ”

Hearing Gan Xiong's threatening voice, Commander Yan raised his eyelids lightly, looked at him coldly and asked, "Then what?"

And then ...... Gather the three armies of Mobei and make every effort to kill the eighteen cavalry and the Yan Yi army under their command. Gan Xiong smiled calmly, making the hearts of everyone in the hall twitch fiercely.

So ruthless, so vicious!

Killing the eighteen horsemen, as well as the Yan Yi army under his command, this is a full 300,000 soldiers, kill if you say kill, how vicious is this?

"You'll regret it!" Commander Yan snorted coldly, and glanced at Gan Xiong deeply with his cold eyes. Finally, with a wave of his hand, the eighteen horsemen retreated one after another, and left the hall with Yi Yang in their arms.

Seeing the eighteen horsemen leave, Gan Xiong's gaze glanced coldly at Yi Yang's back, and a cold killing intent flashed in his deep eyes.

Stretching out his hand and beckoning, a soldier under the Great Highness immediately got up and walked up to the main seat, listening in front of Gan Xiong.

"Find a way to kill him!"

The calm voice reached the ears of the soldier like a mosquito, and the latter suddenly understood, nodded slightly, and then hurried out of the main hall, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

After the arrangement was made, Gan Xiong's old face showed a casual smile, and he secretly spat out cold air faintly. Obviously, the old fellow's usurpation intentions have been revealed.

Leaving the palace hall, Yan Yi Eighteen Riders escorted Yi Yang to a side hall in the backyard of the palace. With the arrangement of Commander Yan, the eighteen horsemen surrounded the huge backyard, and no one was allowed to set foot in it.

Everything was in order, and Commander Yan led Yi Yang into the side hall and asked the latter to rest.

Looking at the cold color on Commander Yan's face and the violent aura that flashed in his eyes from time to time, Yi Yang couldn't help but ask with some concern, "Commander Yan, are you okay?"

"It's okay! the young master can rest in peace, and when all the generals of the army are gathered, we will help the young master ascend to the throne of King Yan." Commander Yan replied calmly.

"Commander Yan misunderstood what I meant!" Yi Yang couldn't help but wave his hand and explain: "I came here with you to Mobei, not for the throne of King Yan, nor for the foundation of King Yan. Until now, I don't know if Yan Wang is my father Yi Tao. Therefore, I am not interested at all in what you said about inheriting the great cause of King Yan. ”

"What does the young master mean?" Commander Yan asked calmly looking at Yi Yang.

"I want to find out my background!" Yi Yang stood up and looked directly at Commander Yan with the same calmness.

The two looked at each other, and the two pairs of equally calm and sharp eyes collided like swords, rubbing an invisible spark of lightning. The two kept staring at each other, and their sharp gazes seemed to penetrate each other's hearts and see through each other's minds.

"Come with me!" After a long time, Commander Yan retracted his gaze, said lightly, and turned around and walked towards the outside of the side hall. Seeing this, Yi Yang stepped up to follow.

The two walked out of the side hall one after the other, and then crossed the boundary of the backyard and walked directly towards the outside of the palace. Soon after, the two walked into a vast square.

This is the central square of Yandu!

Approaching Yandu Square, Yi Yang was stunned by this vast realm. The vast territory is only tens of miles away, like a plain. In the middle of the plains, the most eye-catching thing is a towering jade sculpture.

The sculpture depicts a young man standing tall with his hands high, dressed in white and fluttering, with black hair flying wantonly, full of wild and uninhibited atmosphere. And the delicate and handsome face raised his head to the sky, a pair of sharp eyes looked proudly at the sky, and the eyes revealed an unyielding domineering will.

From a distance, Yi Yang carefully looked at the sculpture, and when he saw the face of the sculpture, he couldn't help but change color in an instant, and the young man of the sculpture looked almost the same as him.

Except for the difference in temperament between the two, other places can be said to be portrayed in the same mold! No matter how they dress, no matter their posture, no matter their eyes or their figures, they are all the same, just like twin brothers.

"That is the statue of King Yan, when King Yan unified Mobei, the military and civilians worked together to build a commemorative sculpture for it. Commander Yan explained in a distracted voice, which shocked Yi Yang's body and mind, and he inexplicably felt a fountain of tears flowing from his eyes.

"That's what my father looked like?" Yi Yang asked softly, looking at the sculpture with burning eyes, and a thick look of longing appeared in his eyes.

The broad back, the majestic body, the stern face, the sharp eyes...... The figure who criticized him in that memory.

Father, Yi Tao!

In an instant, the figure buried deep in the depths of memory finally reunited at this moment, and woke up more and more clearly in Yi Yang's mind.

"King Yan ruled Mobei back then, but at the age of twenty-two, he was already a strong man at the pinnacle of the world at that time, and he was already the king of the world, and became one of the epoch-making figures at that time. Commander Yan calmly explained to Yi Yang, telling the deeds of King Yan back then.

"Then why did my father fall, or why did he destroy himself?" Yi Yang suddenly raised his head and looked at Commander Yan and asked.

"It's a story so old that it's almost forgotten. Referring to King Yan's self-abolishment, Commander Yan couldn't help but sigh and look sad.

"I want to know!" Yi Yang said urgently, it was about his father, and he couldn't wait.

"I'll tell you!" Commander Yan nodded heavily, then stared at Yi Yang with sharp eyes, and said, "However, before that, I need the young master to be able to stabilize his position, and then I can be qualified to know everything about King Yan." Otherwise, even if you are the young master, you will not know about the affairs of King Yan. ”

"King Yan has been in awe of all the heroes in the world all his life. He is a hero in the world, a model for martial artists in the world, and his life is a legend. The young master wants to know the legendary deeds, and if he does not have a certain strength and courage, he is not qualified to know it. ”

Commander Yan said calmly, but his eyes were as sharp as ever, "I think this is not only what my brother and the Eighteen Riders expected, but also the will of King Yan. Otherwise, if King Yan had a heart, he would have told you everything at the beginning, and he would not have said goodbye in the end and let the young master go to explore alone. ”

"I understand!" Yi Yang nodded heavily, his hands clenched into fists in an instant, and the surging power surged in his fists, filling him with strong confidence in an instant.

I won't let my father down!

Yi Yang's heart was firm, and his eyes were dancing with surging flames. At this moment, it seemed that all his blood was boiling, eager to burn, eager to explode.

"Let's go back! The young master will take advantage of this time for the generals to gather and retreat, and strive to improve your strength even more. Otherwise, among the Yan Yi Army and the three armies of Mobei, the strength of the young master is really too weak. Looking at Yi Yang's high-spirited expression, Commander Yan said indifferently, and there was no lack of excitement in his words.

"This is a 'Yuan Stone', which contains extremely rich Yuan Qi, and the young master can take it to cultivate, striving to advance to the Ancestral Yuan Realm during this time. As he spoke, Commander Yan casually threw a fist-sized milky white stone.

Yi Yang took it easily, and suddenly a surging vitality escaped from it and penetrated into his body, so that Yi Yang's whole body of qi was running in an instant, and it seemed that the dried grass and trees met *** and were eager to suck.

"Thank you!" Yi Yang thanked him and put the Yuan Stone into the Void Bag. Judging from the aura that seeped out of the Yuan Stone, he knew the preciousness of this stone.

The two glanced at each other, then turned around in silence and hurried all the way back to the palace.

Under the entrustment of Commander Yan, Yi Yang went straight into the side hall, closed the temple door, and announced the retreat. At the same time, Yan Yi's eighteen cavalry also set off one after another, leaving a few people to guard Yi Yang to comfort, and the rest all left the palace and went to the Yandu military camp to take over the Yan Yi army under the command of the eighteen cavalry.

And when Yan Yi rode off, the old marshal Gan Xiong was also unwilling to be lonely, and secretly transferred manpower to wander inside and outside Yandu, carrying out an unknown action.

......

In the side hall, Yi Yang didn't know anything about the outside world, he just tried to improve his strength, make his strength stronger, and let himself have a stronger confidence in the future journey.

Therefore, after entering the side hall, Yi Yang spared no effort to absorb the Yuan Qi in the Yuan Stone, so as to increase the concentration of Qi Yuan in his body.

Long before, Yi Yang's strength realm had already reached the late stage of the God Refining Realm, and he was not far from the peak realm. Therefore, in this retreat, Yi Yang intended to break through the Refining God Realm with the help of Yuan Shi and enter the Pre-Yuan Realm that he had longed for for a long time.

Xianyuan realm, a body of qi yuan into a pre-yuan.

The innate vitality can improve oneself, so that the essence and spirit of the martial artist can be fused into one, so that the martial artist's physical body can evolve and form the body of the ancestors, and the strength and talent are better than in the past.

Moreover, the qi of the ancestors melts through the body, and it can also make the warrior's body as light as a swallow, so that he can fly the eaves and walk the wall, soar between the heavens and the earth, like an eagle spreading its wings and taking off, and flying to the sky and the earth.

It can be said that the Xianyuan Realm is a realm of transformation of martial artists, a realm of evolution.

A few days passed, and the vitality in the Yuan Stone was continuously absorbed by Yi Yang, and a large amount of rich power was poured into Yi Yang's body, so that the luster of the Yuan Stone gradually dimmed, and it was no longer as lustrous and attractive as the original milky white.

However, as the Yuan Qi in the Yuan Stone was absorbed, the power in Yi Yang's body was rapidly increasing, and the Qi Yuan was constantly rich and strong, faintly boiling.

The pinnacle of the God Refining Realm!

In a few days, with the help of Yuan Shi Yi Yang Heran, he had already raised his realm to the peak of the God Refining Realm, and he was only one step away from being able to break through the God Refining Realm, advance to the Immortal Yuan, and turn the Qi Yuan into the Immortal Element.

Feeling this, Yi Yang's heart was also a little secretly happy, and then he increased his speed, tried his best to absorb the vitality, and prepared to break through the shackles in one go and enter the long-awaited vast realm.

On this day, Yi Yang's heart was silent, and suddenly a crisp clicking sound sounded, and the Yuan Stone that he was holding tightly in his hand finally lost its luster and shattered in response.

The Yuan Stone shattered into slag, and the last wisp of Yuan Qi was also poured into Yi Yang's body. Suddenly, Yi Yang's heart felt something, and his originally calm brows condensed slightly, as if he was a little caught off guard.

However, at this moment, Yi Yang did not wake up because of this, but after a little silence, he stretched his brows again and closed his eyes to breathe.

At this moment, Yi Yang's body is as vast as the sea, like the sea *** flowing in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra in his body, as fierce as a tide, like a ** wave constantly rolling in the air, wanting to break his flesh and blood, and rush out of his body.

Therefore, at this moment, Yi Yang's flesh and blood were constantly washed by the majestic qi yuan, making his flesh feel extremely crushed, as if his flesh and blood were about to be crushed into pieces, and even his bones were broken into powder.

"Bloodline Suppression!"

Yi Yang shouted, and his spirit surged out, infiltrating into his own body. The divine thoughts were rolling and flowing, and suddenly the power of the blood veins in his body was pulled, and in an instant, it became agitated, like a awakened dragon, roaring and roaring.

Suddenly, the dragon power rose, and the power of the bloodline turned into a giant dragon and melted into its own flesh and blood, carrying the power of the vast and constantly wrapped in those violent vast qi elements. Long Wei rolled, like the will of the dragon, overlooking the world, even if the qi yuan was majestic, it gradually subsided under the vast dragon power, and was crushed to a standstill.

"Condensation!" As soon as his mind moved, the power of his blood veins suddenly seemed to be like a big hand constantly kneading the qi element, oppressing and shrinking the vast qi element like the sea.

Suddenly, the qi elements were divided and oppressed, and the qi elements that were originally vast as *** gradually condensed, condensed into streams bit by bit, flowing purely, meekly overflowing in the meridians, and no longer the previous mania.

I don't know how long it took, when the qi yuan in Yi Yang's body completely calmed down, an inexplicable feeling of clarity arose, which made Yi Yang's sea of knowledge for a while, and the soul was rolling, and suddenly set off a storm of souls, washing the Yuan Shen floating in the sea of knowledge.

Suddenly, Yi Yang only felt refreshed, and his strength became several times stronger, and he felt that the power in his body was endless, as if he couldn't run out. With a slight sense, Yi Yang suddenly understood that he had broken through!

Xianyuan realm, qi yuan xianyuan!

Feeling the power of the Ancestors in his body that was richer and stronger than before, Yi Yang grinned secretly, and finally broke through to this realm.

Breaking through from the Refining God Realm to the Immortal Yuan Realm, with a sound of Qi Yuan turning into Immortal Element, it can make the essence and spirit merge into one, improve the martial artist's own qualifications and talents, and make the speed of cultivation even faster than in the past.

After feeling the mystery of the Xianyuan Realm, Yi Yang chose to continue his cultivation and maximize his strength before the Mobei generals gathered. He could feel the tension of Commander Yan and the others, and he could also feel the pressure from Ganxiong.

The realm has already broken through the Xianyuan, and it is obviously impossible to break through again in a short period of time. Therefore, the only thing that can increase strength is the use and perception of the power of the general trend.

As early as the time of refining the God Realm, Yi Yang's flame momentum had already entered the realm of condensing power and small potential, and the mighty general trend and devouring general trend had also entered the gathering power of the great potential, so his power of great momentum was much stronger than that of the same level.

Airplanes!

As soon as his mind moved, wisps of flame suddenly rose, releasing a scorching and terrifying flame power, burning the void, making this void unbearable and turbulent, as if it could not withstand the power of this flame.

Yi Yang sat with the flame in his hand, and the scorching flame swayed slowly, like a small snake winding in his palm. Looking at the flames, Yi Yang's divine soul power continued to pour into the flames, carefully feeling the mystery inside the flames.

The flames are scorching, furious, and possess the power of destruction of immenseness. When Yi Yang's divine soul invaded the flames, he instantly felt a violent destructive force, and the aura of destruction continued to roar, as if it was about to destroy Yi Yang's divine soul.

The world of flames was filled with a scorching and violent aura of destruction, and the flames were burning, as if they were boundless, so that De Yi Yang's divine soul was immersed in it and could not extricate himself, and he was about to be completely swallowed by the flames.

Enduring the pain of his soul being burned, Yi Yang wholeheartedly felt the mystery of the flame, intending to find the true meaning of the flame from it.

The cultivation of the general trend in the condensation stage comprehends the deep mystery of the power of the general trend, so that the power of the general trend can be ever-changing and condensed into any form of existence. It is rumored that the power of Dacheng can transform into a human form and become a terrifying battle puppet.

With a feeling of anticipation, Yi Yang kept quiet, continuously invading the flames of the divine soul, allowing the raging flames to calcine the divine soul, allowing him to bear the pain of the flames over and over again, so as to take the opportunity to carefully feel the true meaning of the flames.

I don't know how long it has been like this, on this day, Yi Yang's gradually silent divine soul suddenly trembled, and the divine soul that had been continuously calcined by the flames countless times felt a trace of wonderful breath, which was the breath of flames, just like the spirituality of the flame true spirit, full of a wisp of domineering and destructive rage.

Suddenly, Yi Yang opened his eyes, but his eyes were not luster, only wisps of burning flames. It was as if his pupils were filled with flames, and his eyes were made of pure flames.

The wisps of flame were filled with the aura of violent destruction, which made De Yi Yang's eyes full of the power of the flames. He just opened his eyes, and just looked at a seat in the side hall from a distance, but in an instant, the seat burned into a raging flame, and then the flames rose, swept up violently, and engulfed the seat instantly.