When countless guests entered the eastern city, several figures also mixed in.

One of the blood-colored figures, and a black-robed figure, were the two disciples with white eyebrows.

At this moment, the blood demon's temperament was completely different, and it no longer had the same violent feeling as before, but it had become a little cold.

The black-robed man followed him respectfully, as if he were the master.

The two of them entered the city from the main gate generously, but there were a few dark shadows that were different.

These black shadows quickly approached the city wall like afterimages, and their figures had already entered the city in a flash.

The city wall that had been blessed by the ancestors from the east to detect the formation did not hinder them at all, and they did not even discover their whereabouts.

After a few dark shadows entered the city, they looked up into the air, and a chill flashed in their eyes.

At this time, in the sky above the eastern city, countless powerful guards guarded the sky, and neat gold and silver armor formed a perfect phalanx in the air.

All the phalanxes formed two words, which were the word "Donglin" full of the domineering momentum of the upper dynasty.

These two words stretched across the sky, as if suppressing the entire Donglin City.

A vast platform stretched out from the towers of the palace, and at this time, Yingchen was standing on top of the platform in a golden dragon robe.

There were only two people standing next to him, Tsuruma and Madara, and nothing else, a little thin.

Although the momentum on the three of them was already very terrifying, they couldn't resist the other party's numerical oppression.

There was a feast in the palace, and all kinds of delicacies and wines failed to attract the attention of the guests.

Countless people looked up at the three of Yingchen on the high platform, and many of the diehards in the east were sneering.

"Just three people? Benzong wants to see how he can withstand the momentum of Donglin. An old man with a gloomy face and dressed in sect clothes held a wine glass in his hand, but his eyes were full of coldness.

His sect controlled a median dynasty in which they had the final say in everything they did, and that had been the case for thousands of years.

But now the ancestor asked him to surrender unconditionally to Yingchen's men!

Although the strong man who was born with a pair of different pupils was so strong that his heart trembled, he really couldn't bear such humiliation!

Today, if Yingchen can't come up with enough capital, he will be the first to oppose this marriage and enthronement ceremony.

When the time comes, there will definitely be countless people who will respond.

There are not a few people who have the same idea as this old man, and more than ninety percent of the guests present are waiting for Yingchen to make a fool of himself.

The king of the east is not so easy to be.

At this time, outside the city in the east, a slightly fairy car was slowly flying from the air.

This car is pulled by a total of eighteen Jiao of nine fires and nine waters, and it is full of might.

When flying through the city, the chariot will also sprinkle a trace of brilliance, and all those who receive the brilliance will be purified to repair the hidden diseases, and the body will receive great benefits.

Countless ordinary people knelt down to be grateful, and some of the monks with lower cultivation couldn't help but weep with gratitude.

For them, a serious injury might mean a break in their cultivation path, but after this time, they were reborn.

Even those real big people are looking at each other, Donglin is willing to pay such a bloody capital?

It seems that Donglin's attitude towards Yingchen is not unified enough, otherwise it would not be possible to make such a big deal when Yingchen only has three people.

Isn't this embarrassing for Yingchen?

Yingchen stood on the platform, smiling as he watched the car slowly drive towards him.

When the car stopped in front of the platform, four women, dressed more beautiful than fairies, gently supported a Miaoman figure in a big red phoenix robe and walked out of it.

Five figures landed on the platform, and Yingchen stepped forward with a smile on his face, surrounded by Madara and the pillars.

Just as he was about to reach out to hold Feng Lingyu's hand, a sudden change occurred in the palace below.

A figure quickly soared into the air, it was the old sect master.

"Hmph, Your Majesty Yingchen is too cold, why don't you see the Shenyun Legion coming to help at today's enthronement ceremony?"

"It's not that they're too slow to catch up!"

"Why would the Donglin Dynasty, which has stood in Donghuazhou for thousands of years, commit itself to people like you? You're not qualified! ”

"Yingchen, you're not qualified enough!"

The old sect master looked like he was out of the way, his face was full of indignation, and his eyes were close to Yingchen.

As soon as the old sect master said this, the guests in the palace below flew up almost instantly, and one by one they exuded terrifying power, approaching Yingchen.

"Hehe, interesting, really interesting, there are so many people who are not afraid of death in this small dynasty."

The one who said this was the blood demon who was still sitting in the middle of the table.

"It's just a bunch of fools, His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, please use it." The black-robed man took out a black bottle from his arms with some pain, and carefully poured some scarlet liquid into the wine glass in the blood demon's hand.

On the platform, the smile on Ying Chenzheng's face had all disappeared, and there was only cold killing intent in his eyes.

"Do you really want to make trouble at my wedding ceremony?" Yingchen said coldly.

"Hmph, I don't know what means you used to deceive the ancestors, but today I, Zhou Zhen, will never recognize you as a king!" The old sect master was impassioned, as if he had moved himself.

"Are you too?" Yingchen glanced at him with the eyes of a dead man, and then looked at the people behind him.

"That's right! Never recognize you as a new king! The East King and the White King are qualified to be our new kings! ”

The people behind were all responding, and their eyes were full of boundless anger.

"Papapa~"

Yingchen clapped heavily, and then said in a cold voice:

"Don't worry, I don't need the recognition of the dead."

"Hmph, Yingchen, if you have the ability, you will let the two people behind you slaughter us! I really don't believe that the ancestors will look at it like this! ”

Zhou Gao shouted angrily, in his opinion, none of the ancestors were present today, it was obvious that these ancestors should not have reached an agreement, this was their chance.

"Hahaha, don't worry, Sect Master Zhou, you will definitely not be able to escape."

"But even if I let you die today, it will open your eyes!"

Yingchen laughed angrily, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

At this time, Feng Ling's body standing beside him moved slightly, and he reached out and grabbed Yingchen's hand.

Yingchen turned his head and said gently: "Feng Ling, this kind of person will only mistake Donglin, and their blood will make Donglin gain a real sublimation." ”

Feng Ling, who hadn't taken off his hijab yet, was a little overwhelmed, but just held Yingchen's hand tightly.

After Ying Chen comforted her, he said coldly to the space ring on his other hand:

"You can come, the whole army is here to cheer for this king!"

As he spoke, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Zhou Zhen and the others in the air all looked in all directions in panic.

Until now, they hadn't felt the breath of the ancestors, and they couldn't help but start panicking in their hearts.

What if Yingchen really slaughters him? They've heard of Madara's ferocity.

In the terrible silence, only ten breaths later, the blood demon below and the few black shadows hidden in the shadows were all shocked!

They all looked up at an empty sky in disbelief.

In the next moment, the void, which was still light and breezy, suddenly began to twist violently!

The Blood Fiend's eyes shrank, and the man in the center of the dark shadow also gasped.

"Impossible! He actually controlled the method of spatial teleportation!? ”