Xia Yuan came with someone.

There is only one purpose for his trip, to prevent Yang Feng from sabotaging his plan as much as possible.

And Yang Feng is now in prison, and he didn't notice Xia Yuan's arrival.

"Childe, are these people frozen into ice directly buried in the ground?"

"Hmm."

"But this ice, in the impermeable place of the prison, the sunlight can't shine in, even if it's buried in the ground, it can't melt."

"Childe, there's a noise of footsteps ahead."

"Huh? Could it be Xia Yuan?"

Yang Feng's words also made these prisoners who were digging pits and burying people stop their movements.

Thinking of the previous experience of being imprisoned by Xia Yuan, many people are unwilling to live like that kind of life again in this life.

"Childe! I beg you, you must take us away, I, Zhang San, am willing to be a cow and a horse for you!"

After that, some people with the ability to see also hurriedly knelt down towards Yang Feng.

The requirement is to hope that Yang Feng can protect them in front of Xia Yuan, even if he knows that this is a fantasy, but people's hearts are like this, they have never really despaired, and there will always be a trace of hope in their hearts.

"Childe, please, we don't want to be locked up anymore, that dark prison, I don't have much time left in my life, I want to leave them to my wife and children."

A cry like this continued to echo in Yang Feng's ears.

"Get up, I, Yang An, promise you, but I hope you know a truth, there is no free lunch in the world, and everything needs to be paid."

"Although Childe speaks, as long as he can take me out of this ghost place, my life will be yours in the future."

"Me too, as long as I can get out of here, no matter what the cost, I'm willing."

Originally, when the iron door of the prison was closed, they thought that they would spend the rest of their lives in the prison, but now an opportunity was in front of them.

Yang Feng was their last hope.

"Remember, people's hopes are given to them by themselves, and next, you follow what I said, go and set up a formation to meet the enemy, Xia Yuan? What about the king of a country? It is still a mortal child of the flesh!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Yang Feng's words pierced the hearts of many people, but in fact, the number of people imprisoned in this prison is not small.

Yang Feng swept it with his naked eye, there were at least five hundred people, of course, this was not the most terrifying.

The horror is that these five hundred people all have dead energy.

If it breaks out and fights, it is not lost to a team of 5,000 people, don't ask, ask is that the lethality of the dead gas is too strong, and there is no solution.

On the other hand, Xia Yuan did not bring all the soldiers to this prison, he also only brought some people.

Entered this prison.

Rushed to the end of the depths of the prison.

What caught his eye was a big pit, a big pit that could bury thousands of people at a time.

"Yang An!"

Seeing the big pit in front of him, as well as some ice sculptures in the pit, Xia Yuan's heart was dripping blood!

That's his artwork, it's his masterpiece.

But now that he has been ruined by Yang Feng, how can he not be angry.

Immediately, he drew the sword pinned to his waist.

"Kill!"

The soldiers behind him also moved, preparing to besiege Yang Feng.

"Huh! Xia Yuan, they all say that the dead are the greatest, after these people die, you actually didn't even let go of their corpses, and they are still here, frozen, do you want to keep them for the New Year?"

Hearing Yang Feng's taunt, Xia Yuan's face turned red.

Like a monkey butt.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that today's saints still have such a habit."

"Holy Lord, if you want to eat bacon, just kill a few pigs and freeze them?"

The prisoner behind Yang sealed the taunt mode.

"Give me, you slaves of sin

Die!"

Xia Yuan, do it.

His own swordsmanship was not strong, but at this time, he was angry and carried away, and his swordsmanship at the peak of the Eight Realms was against Yang Feng.

In fact, Xia Yuan is not a person who is easily provoked, as the king of a country, it is not unbearable, the ridicule and abuse of others are mainly because he relies on death.

Dead air, the superposition of combat power, is extremely impressive.

This is also the reason why Xia Yuan, who is at the peak of the Eight Realms, dares to make a move with Yang Feng in the late stage of the Nine Realms.

Xia Yuan, who knew that Yang had a thin back cover, did not show off his swordsmanship with an axe, but urged the death qi in his body.

Then he slashed out towards Yang Feng with a palm.

This palm, with a black mist, a black light flashed away and landed on the position where Yang Feng was.

Yang Feng's body was alert, he had never taken it lightly, he had expected it, the sword intent sapling in his body was urging, and a sword qi rushed up.

There was a roar in the air, and then the Sun Sword in his hand drew an arc in the air.

The sword qi slashed out the dead qi.

"Is that all?"

Looking at Xia Yuan, whose eyes were full of fear, Yang Feng deliberately provoked.

"Humph! If you have the surname Yang, you will pay for it."

Xia Yuan had no intention of continuing to do it, because every time he urged the death qi, he was consuming his life.

On the other hand, Yang Feng's sword qi seemed to be endless.

"If you don't do it, then I'm welcome."

Yang Feng didn't intend to give Xia Yuan a chance to breathe.

It's just that Yang Feng just urged the sword qi, and behind Xia Yuan, two people appeared.

Land slaves, human slaves.

These two people are both old, to be precise, they are not afraid of death.

"Rest hurting my lord!"

The two stood in front of Xia Yuan and faced Yang Feng.

"That's it! Xia Yuan, since the two of them are your last support, then I will kill them first, and then kill you!"

"Boy, do you really think that the two of us are afraid of your sword qi?"

The land slaves and human slaves thought that Yang Feng did not take them seriously, so they were even more angry in their hearts.

Unscrupulous squandering of dead air.

Of course! The price paid is also heavy.

Oxidation accelerates, longevity shrinks, and the physique ages at a rate visible to the naked eye.

But the death qi that the two of them slashed out together made Yang Feng's expression solemn.

"This dead air? These two old guys, are you really going to die?"

Yang Feng felt this death qi, which was stronger than anything he had seen before, and it seemed that Xia Yuan had given a death order.

"Do you know you're scared? Unfortunately, it's too late!"

These two dead gases, with a murderous aura, fell steadily towards Yang Feng's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

In Yang Feng's body, the dantian part, the sword intent sapling, squeezed out a wisp of sword intent.

If it weren't for the critical situation, Yang Feng would not be willing to use such a means at all.

Every time it is used, it will take ten days and half a month before the sword intent sapling can regain its vitality, because this world lacks sword qi.

A wisp of sword intent poured out from Yang Feng's palm, and finally merged with the Burning Sun Sword in Yang Feng's hand.

"Sword Breaks Galaxy!"

Yang Feng urged the condensed sword intent, coupled with the sword breaking the galaxy, and the accumulated strength, to send out the strongest blow.

Rumble! The incomparable sword intent, under the violent impact, was actually torn, and the earth slave and the human slave jointly attacked.

Burst!

Laugh at!

After the sword intent tore through the dead qi, it did not stop, but slashed at the ground slave and the human slave.

Blood splattered.

As strong as a land slave and a human slave, he fell in front of Xia Yuan.

"No! There's no way you're going to kill them, it's ...... No way!"

After seeing the death of the two loyal guards, Xia Yuan Gujing Wubo's face finally panicked, and he was afraid.

Once a person is afraid, he will leave

Death is not far off.

"Yes! High Priest, he will definitely be able to save me, and he will definitely be able to kill Yang An!"

Xia Yuan muttered in his mouth.

Turned and ran into the crowd, and disappeared.

"Damn, let him escape, I didn't expect him to be so decisive."

Xia Yuan didn't even shed a single tear for the land slave and the human slave, because of this kind of thing, he had experienced too much, and he had already looked down on it.

He only thought about how to live.

"Everyone, listen, your saint, Xia Yuan has fled, and now if you want to live, lay down your weapons."

Yang Feng's voice spread far away, and some people began to look around and found that as Yang Feng said, Xia Yuan was gone.

Everyone, stunned in place.

"It's not too late to surrender to me, or I'll be killed!"

Yang Feng was never merciful to the enemy.

"We, willing to return, please let us live."

Bang dang!

"Please let us live, we are willing to return."

"We are willing to surrender!"

The team of thousands of people was thus taken under Yang Feng's command, and after doing all this, Yang Feng returned to the city with a large army.

Just arrived, under the city.

found that the two sides were fighting, but Xia Yuan was still nowhere to be seen, and it was obvious that Xia Yuan had abandoned the city.

"It's the chief who has returned."

"Hmm."

With the addition of Yang Feng, the enemy army was soon beaten to pieces.

Death to death, surrender to surrender.

"Xiao An, why didn't you see Xia Yuan during the whole process?"

Ah Yu asked the doubts in everyone's hearts.

"I fought him in the prison, and after the ground slaves and human slaves around him were killed by me, he turned around and left."

"I thought that he would make a desperate bet and launch an attack and fight you in my absence, but I didn't expect him to be so afraid of death."

"The palace is ahead, and this war should be over."

Yang Feng sighed.

It's just that now, he still hasn't been able to find the best way to solve the death qi in the human body.

After eradicating the source of the corpse qi, the dead qi in the air is decreasing, but it will take time.

"Ah Yu, Jiang Kui, Tibetan Sword, you straighten out the soldiers and horses, and we will set off immediately."

Yang Feng wanted to meet the high priest in Xia Yuan's mouth for a while, and wanted to see who the other party was sacred.

"Yes!"

"Order!"

Among the several people, the most excited was Jiang Kui and the 50,000 restored warriors.

They have been waiting for this day for hundreds of years, and today, it is finally coming true in their hands.

Jiang Dynasty is about to be revived.

However, Xia Yuan, who fled frantically and returned to the palace, was standing on the altar of the palace at this time with a person holding a staff in his hand, wearing a blue cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Priest, I, we failed, the remnants of the Yang clan, I don't know where I got the sword qi."

"During the four hundred years of the Great Xia Dynasty, that is, three hundred years ago, there was a Grandmaster Realm figure, this kid surnamed Yang, I am afraid that he found the inheritance of Dugu Defeated Heaven, or the sword qi."

This high priest has never left the palace for half a step, but he can guess nine times out of ten.

Its strength can be seen.

"What does the priest mean that Dugu's immortality technique may fall into his hands?"

"The art of immortality cannot be inherited, but since you said that he has sword qi on his body, it means that he has more or less obtained some inheritance from Dugu Defeated Heaven, and the art of immortality is mainly to break through the ninth realm, so it is possible to get in touch with it."

This priest, even Xia Yuan himself didn't know his origin, only knew that he was from southern Xinjiang.

He knows the method of refining corpses, and has studied the art of immortality.

Therefore, even if the 150,000 and 200,000 troops, and even the two strongest cities in the capital, they all fell into the hands of Yang Feng.

And, the prison he painstakingly managed, the ice sculpture art he loved, and the two strongest attendants around him were gone.

Even if he has nothing, Xia Yuan did not commit suicide, as long as the person in front of him is still alive, he will definitely be able to make a comeback and make a comeback.

It's his self-confidence!

It was also his confidence in the priesthood.

"So what do we do next?"

"Get out of here with me."

The High Priest, said slowly, he kept looking directly into Xia Yuan's eyes.

"Okay."

Xia Yuan didn't hesitate at all, and agreed without thinking about it.

"Well, one day, you will understand that this is the best decision you have made in your life."

After speaking, the high priest strode and left with Xia Yuan.

Until they left, an hour later, Yang Feng's army approached the city, Yang Feng fulfilled his original promise, and the iron cavalry broke through the gate of the imperial capital.

Palace.

A splendid Forbidden City.

From the inside out.

In the palace, those who fled for their lives were left behind, and there were some old and weak women and children who couldn't leave.

"Chief, I didn't dream, did I? Shall we take over the Great Xia Dynasty?"

"In just three years, we have captured the Great Xia Dynasty, and we have made a dynasty change."

"I still remember what you said, on the day when the iron cavalry breaks through the palace city, you will not lose your position as a marquis. It's still in my ears, who would have thought that this would be a success."

Yang Feng walked into the slightly lonely palace of the Imperial Dynasty.

Look at the throne above the ten thousand people.

That's how many people, the status they dream of in their hearts.

And how many people, untouchable status.

But all of this was presented in front of Yang Feng's eyes like a dream.

"How? Did you find Xia Yuan? And have you found anyone suspicious?"

Yang Feng did not covet the so-called supreme imperial power, a country will perish because of one person, and it can also rise because of one person.

Xia Yuan, as the king of a country, it is impossible to be willing to surrender, and he will definitely do everything possible to make a comeback, so Yang Feng plans to destroy Xia Yuan while many parties are still fledgling.

lest the wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows again.

"Report to Your Majesty, the chief has not found any trace of Xia Yuan."

"The strange thing happened when I encountered one thing, that is, I found this thing outside a dry well in the harem."

It was Jiang Feng who was ordered to find news from Xia Yuan.

Jiang Feng handed over the heirloom jade seal in his hand to Yang Feng.

"Jade seal? Could it be that Xia Yuan committed suicide by throwing himself into a well?"

"Hey! It's sad or sad! A generation of kings has ended up like this."

Many of the monks sighed.

Only Yang Feng, Jiang Kui and a few others looked calm.

Suicide by throwing himself into a well?

Say something else, they may believe it, Xia Yuan, a person who is so obsessed with immortality.