"What are you afraid of? Do you remember what we are here for tonight, to pull this unkind king down from his throne. Are you going to be timid before you start?"

Wang Yan woke up all the soldiers behind him, and condensed a huge formation in front of him, blocking all the coercion of the Holy Emperor from the formation.

The pressure disappeared, the soldiers in the army felt like a spring breeze, the fear disappeared, and they all straightened up and shouted: "Kill the Holy Emperor, rescue the old prince." ”

Wang Yan spread his hands and looked quite satisfied, "Holy Emperor, have you seen it?

You have already committed the wrath of the people by imprisoning the old god prince. Now more than 500,000 troops have gathered outside the imperial city, but they dare not move. Do you still expect Wu Zhu to come over to King Qin? I trapped the army so smoothly, and he was behind the gathering of the army.

Now you're alone. ”

A bright yellow phantom flashed away, and the Holy Emperor appeared in front of Wang Yan in an instant.

The imperial robe embroidered with golden dragons was worn meticulously, and the majestic color looked coldly into Wang Yan's eyes.

Is this the Holy Emperor? Sure enough, those who are in high positions have an extraordinary aura.

Wang Yan straightened his body and looked at the Holy Emperor, and his momentum was not weak at all.

"Do you really think that you have the chance to win? a cultivator who has just cultivated to the first realm of immortal ascension dares to shout in front of you?" the Holy Emperor asked.

"You know I have hole cards. ”

The breeze blew the corners of the two people's clothes, and the wind and smoke rose on the flat ground.

If there had been a Heaven Conqueror Realm monk standing between the two of them just now, he would have been wrenched into pieces by the breeze.

The two had already fought once in their divine consciousness just now, and the result was that Wang Yan was slightly inferior, but he still blocked the Holy Emperor's attack.

"You're good, but you're not strong enough. The Holy Emperor said coldly.

"I remembered a sentence I used to say, if you can't beat it, you have to fight it first. ”

The clouds moved in all directions, and the aura within a radius of 100 miles began to gather in one direction as if they had received an order.

Their ultimate target was Wang Yan's body, because Wang Yan had already quietly run the Wanyuan Spirit Body, and the surrounding spiritual energy was all contained in his body, improving his cultivation.

"Even if you use the secret technique to raise your cultivation to the Ling Heaven Realm, what can you do? As long as I am here, you will never be able to win this victory. ”

Wu Zhu didn't know when he appeared in the imperial city, and he was now slowly walking towards Wang Yan from the palace wall.

Seeing the appearance of Wu Zhu, Wang Yan was surprised in his heart.

Since he let go before, why did he make a move now, Wang Yan couldn't figure out this problem.

But the matter has come to this point, even if Wu Zhu intervenes, it can't change the ending.

"Are you a cultivator of the Immortal Ascending Realm vainly trying to meddle in the battle between the Ling Tian Realm? Wang Yan sneered.

The clouds in the sky converged into a vortex, and the aura descended from the sky and poured into the top of Wang Yan's head.

His cultivation is constantly improving.

Ascension to the Immortal Middle Realm.

Ascension to the Immortal Realm.

Ling Tian Primal Realm.

Ling Tian Middle Realm.

Then stopped, his current cultivation was already the same as the cultivation that was rumored to be the Holy Emperor, coupled with his more powerful exercises than the Yunluo Empire, he was very confident that he would defeat the Holy Emperor.

Wu Zhu didn't answer Wang Yan's words, and still walked step by step.

"General Meng, General Cheng, I am here to drag the Holy Emperor, you enter the palace and help the prince to ascend the throne. ”

Wang Yan's current momentum has steadily suppressed the Holy Emperor and Wu Zhu.

"Yes. ”

After Meng Nan and Cheng Tianhan received the order, they led the thirty-five major troops behind them to the palace.

The Holy Emperor watched the army enter the palace, not worried at all, and still looked at Wang Yan coldly.

"Do you think that the cultivation of the Ling Tian Middle Realm is enough?" The Holy Emperor's whole body was full of breath, and the cultivation broke through the sky.

Now the Holy Emperor's cultivation is no longer the legendary Ling Tian Middle Realm, but the terrifying Ling Tian Hou Realm.

"When did the Holy Emperor ascend to the Ling Tianhou Realm?" Wu Zhu asked in surprise.

How many things did the Holy Emperor not know about, if he had already known that the Holy Emperor was the Ling Tianhou Realm, why would he bother to lay it out.

"Ling Tianhou Realm?" Wang Yan pulled out the Evil Sword from his waist, "Although it is difficult to fight, it is not impossible to fight. ”

"Come again!"

Wang Yan once again asked the heavens for aura.

The aura turned into a beam of light, wanting to enter Wang Yan's body again.

This time, however, it didn't work out, and someone stopped them from moving forward.

The Holy Emperor held the descending aura with one hand, and let him stand still despite the heavy aura, "You think I will give you another chance to be promoted." ”

It was the first time for Wang Yan to encounter the aura being blocked, and when the promotion was unsuccessful, he was a little stunned.

The Holy Emperor raised his fists and scattered all the aura that had been gathered with great difficulty, returning the aura to heaven and earth.

"Not only do I want to disperse these auras, but I also want to dispel all the auras that you had previously inhabited in your body. ”

The Holy Emperor's palm from the sky carried the power of heaven and earth and lined up towards Wang Yan who was standing on the ground.

The power of Ling Tianhou Realm is unstoppable.

Although Wang Yan is in the middle realm of Ling Tian, he is not to be outdone.

"Heavenly Pivot"

As soon as Wang Yan made a move, it was the strongest move of the evil swordsmanship he had learned.

A star-condensed giant sword emerged from the night sky, especially dazzling in the dark night.

Wang Yan swept up with a sword and slashed towards the Great Palm Seal of the Holy Emperor.

The starlight greatsword also slashed towards the big palm print at the same time.

Two attacks at the same time.

With a "boom", the sky flashed, and the huge sound was deafening, and both attacks were extremely powerful.

The entire Holy Capital trembled violently.

Even outside the Holy Capital, you can see the palm and the giant sword in mid-air,

The Prince of God looked solemn, Wang Yan had already fought with the Holy Emperor, and his side had only reached the tenth of the time, and it would take a long time to open it.

"Immortal, you must win!" the Prince of God shouted in his heart, and the magic seal in his hand kept changing.

......

"Do you feel the loss of power?"

The Holy Emperor's sneer had been filling Wang Yan's ears.

Suddenly, he felt the strength in his body drain.

The Starlight Greatsword, which could have been able to fight against the Holy Emperor, suddenly disappeared.

Wang Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body lost any strength, and his body began to think about falling to the ground.

His aura couldn't stop leaking out, and his cultivation was slowly decreasing.

Every time the body descends a little, the realm loses a small realm.

By the time Wang Yan was completely lying on the ground, his cultivation had already become the realm of ascending to the immortal, and he couldn't even keep his cultivation of ascending to the immortal realm.

"Why?" Wang Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted hoarsely towards the Holy Emperor.

Why did his cultivation disappear for no reason?

"No, the Mandate of Heaven is on my side, even if you are an immortal, you can't resist the Mandate of Heaven. ”

Wang Yan looked sideways at the palace, where there were miserable screams and fierce fights.

There was no army available in the palace, so how could there be such fierce resistance.

All of this was something that Wang Yan didn't expect.

What the hell is going on.

A black shadow smashed hard beside Wang Yan.

His chest was torn open, and he was spitting blood.

This person was none other than Meng Nan, the leader of the army who had just entered the palace.

Such a serious injury is about to die.

His blood-stained palm trembled and pointed at Wang Yan, and he gasped and said, "God... Immortal... Mistake... Me!"