"Prince, I can't stand it! The Sect Master is defeated! ”

At the edge of the Dayan Palace, Ying Ling was leading a group of monks to gallop, and an old man was chasing after him, a few points faster than them, shouting as he flew.

After Ying Ling heard the shout, she didn't stop, but ran faster.

"Elder Liu, there's no way, now only by getting that thing can I turn the tables."

After the old man flew to Ying Ling's side, he grabbed him, shook off everyone and flew to the depths of the palace.

It didn't take long for the two of them to land in front of a magnificent but lifeless palace.

After tidying up her clothes a little, Ying Ling took a deep breath and pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered it, he heard a cough coming from a dragon bed in the center.

"Ahem, boss, you're finally here." The voice was full of death and helplessness.

Ying Ling walked quickly to the bed, knelt on her knees, and said in a low tone: "Dad, I've been here, it's been ten years, and I'm here to see you for the last time today." ”

After speaking, Ying Ling leaned over and buckled his head three times.

"Alas, cough cough, I've been breathing for ten years, and I'm finally leaving."

"I don't know if it's wrong to hand over Da Yan to you, but, from today on, you are the new Yan King."

The dying old man on the bed struggled to his feet, trembling and pulling open the beaded curtains, revealing a face as withered as grass and trees.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing heavily, probably no one would have thought that he was still alive.

"Dad, you're tired, you can't keep Dayan, I can keep it."

Ying Ling's eyes were deep, and people couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy.

"Alas, success is also the protection of the national sect, defeat is also the protection of the national sect, if you can quell today's rebellion, remember, don't reuse the sect's people."

After Lao Yan Wang sighed, he took out a fist-sized jade seal from the side.

This jade seal is as smooth as a gem that has been washed over thousands of years, and it still reflects a faint light in this dimly lit palace.

"Ling'er, your mother is my favorite woman, you are my favorite son, no matter what you do, I won't blame you."

Lao Yan Wang looked at Ying Ling with kind eyes, and the dead air on his body became more and more solemn.

Gently reaching out and touching his son's head, the luster in Lao Yanwang's eyes suddenly changed, and at the same time as the jade seal lit up, the aura on his body was also rapidly rising.

At this moment, Lao Yan King didn't look like a dying person at all, but like a king at the pinnacle!

"Ling'er, remember, as long as you are still the king of Great Yan, the power of Great Yan's national fortune can be used by you!"

"The art of national fortune that all the lords of dynasties have to practice, and the key to it is to take advantage of the situation! With the power of the entire dynasty, you can burst out with supreme power! ”

Lao Yan Wang emitted an astonishing light, this light flooded Ying Ling, flooded the entire dormitory, and even the light shot out through the window, illuminating half of the palace!

"Old Yan Wang, if you lose, you will lose to a woman, otherwise, it is impossible for your son to seize a trace of power."

Elder Liu, who was guarding the door of King Yan's bedroom, had a solemn face, and a trace of memory flashed in his eyes.

At this time, he seemed to see the majestic king of the year, the king who led the army to conquer the vast territory in the troubled times.

It's a pity that because of some secret things, the king came to an end, and the Protector took the opportunity to rise, and several princes also began a ruthless struggle for power.

If it weren't for the fact that he cared too much about that woman and that woman's son, I'm afraid that now, he is still the true king who controls the fortunes of Dayan Country!

It didn't take long for Ying Ling to walk out of the palace that was completely occupied by lifeless qi with the creak of the door opening and closing.

"Let's go."

Just said indifferently, Ying Ling hurriedly flew towards the gate of the palace.

Looking at that back, Elder Liu's heart sank, he had never felt that the prince was so indifferent to him.

Maybe after today, no matter whether he wins or loses, the Great Yan Protector Sect will never regain its former glory.

......

In front of the Great Yan Palace, at this time, this place has been surrounded by tens of thousands of mechanical warriors, and there are indifferent and ruthless majestic figures on all sides.

"The lord has sent news that he is about to arrive, so let him delay the attack." Zhao Yun stood beside Zhou Yu and whispered to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's eyes rolled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "The attack is delayed, and everyone is waiting for the lord's order." ”

"Yes."

A total of more than ten generals stood in front of the gate of the palace and stood beside Zhou Yu.

On the walls of the palace, there are people who are standing nervously protecting the country, they can't escape if they want to, and they are surrounded by Jindan powerhouses on all sides.

"Why hasn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince come yet, is Zhou Yu teasing us this time?" A middle-aged man had a pale face, he was also one of the high-ranking members of the Protector Sect, it was impossible to surrender, and the other party did not intend to let go of any of the Protector Sect at all.

"Alas, I didn't expect that Yingchen to have such luck, where did these strong people come from? Could it be that some median dynasty is supporting him? ”

The people who protect the country sect couldn't figure out that the prince who was completely beaten into the abyss by them actually turned over like this?

In such a confrontation, time passes minute by minute.

Finally, two figures from the depths of the palace quickly flew towards the direction of the gate, and landed steadily in the middle of the disciples of the Protector Sect.

"See King Yan."

Since Ying Ling has successfully come out, he is no longer the prince, but the king of Yan!

Moreover, they can also feel that Ying Ling at this moment is almost not the same person as before, and that true king's aura cannot be concealed.

Even if this true king may fall today.

"Why didn't they attack?" Ying Ling frowned slightly.

"Back to King Yan, Zhou Yu and others seem to be waiting for someone, maybe... Maybe they're waiting for His Highness Yingchen. ”

A high-ranking Protector Sect member kneeling on the ground responded in a trembling voice.

"Hmph, wait for Yingchen? Does Yingchen still have a chance to survive? ”

Ying Ling's face was full of coldness, he and Yingchen's choice was the same, he chose to let his strong reinforcements directly attack and kill Yingchen, and Yingchen also chose to concentrate the main force to besiege Dadu.

"Tell someone to bring those two women."

Although Ying Ling didn't think that Yingchen could come to the palace, he still made an insurance.

After watching the two of them retreat, Ying Ling strode to the front of the city tower, staring at Zhou Yu who was surrounded by a group of generals on the opposite side and said loudly:

"You just Zhou Yu, Yingchen is dead, now join the king's camp, I can give everything Yingchen promised you."

Zhou Yu also took two steps forward, smiled slightly, and said disdainfully: "The lord will definitely not die, but you, it is impossible for you to walk down this city tower alive today!" ”

"Oh? Do you think that Yingchen can survive in the hands of the four powerhouses of Vientiane? Don't talk about Yingchen, even if you all join forces, it can't be Mr. Wu's opponent! ”

"Just look at it." Zhou Yu was not polite at all, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and walked back.

"Hmph, bunch of idiots, I'll see how you die!" Ying Ling's face was gloomy, and she also wanted to turn around and leave.

At this moment, a loud imperial voice came from afar.

"Yingling, who do you say will die!?"