A white python stretching across the sky, dilapidated palaces, and a heavy rain washing the world, this is the picture Wen Zhao saw when he woke up.

"Where are my soldiers?"

He looked at the empty palace and was stunned, and then a stone pillar fell in front of him, instantly awakening him back to reality.

Then he saw two women, standing beside the princess, who was already cold, as if the faithful guards were guarding the spirits of their masters.

"Let's go, this battle is no longer for you to intervene in. The woman who was standing reminded Wen Zhao, "You will be safe when you leave the palace." ”

"The palace, is it safe?" Wen Zhao looked at everything that had been destroyed in confusion, and muttered to himself, "How can this be, how can this be! Obviously I have killed all the people in the royal family, and it is clear that this throne is mine, but how can it become like this?"

Xiaoyun couldn't help but say, "Don't daydream about it, where is the life of the throne?"

"No, you're lying to me!" Wen Zhao couldn't listen to these kind words, and shouted loudly, "Do you know what I paid for all this? Do you know why there is such a mess in the palace, but no one else comes to stop it? It's because I promised the courtiers that it took the Wen family's savings for decades to get them to watch from the wall this time!"

But if it doesn't work out this time, the royal family won't let me go, and everyone won't let me go! So this throne must be mine!"

Wen Zhao fell into a frenzy, babbling all kinds of nonsense. What "the courtiers have a long grudge", what "took several months to gain the trust of the soldiers".

"The throne must be my ......"

Wen Zhao muttered, his gaze looking into the distance, where there was a ruined palace with the dragon chair that Wen Zhao had always dreamed of!

Ignoring the dangers of heaven and the collapse of the buildings, he stumbled towards the dragon chair he longed for.

“...... There is no help!" Xiao Yun shook his head and said, "He was manipulated by someone to stimulate the dark side of his heart, and the result became this virtue! Now that the spell is backfired, I am afraid that death is not far away!"

Xiaoyun didn't mean to step forward to stop it, but just felt a little pity for Wen Zhao's experience in his heart, and then turned his gaze to the silent Funan.

At this time, Fu Nan looked at Wu Jing's corpse in a trance, as if everything just now did not interfere with her.

When Wen Zhao arrived at the main hall, only a few pillars were left in the dilapidated building, and in the middle of the palace, the dragon chair was quietly placed there, as if waiting for his arrival.

"Dragon Chair!"

When Wen Zhao saw the dragon chair, it was as if he saw something that reassured him, and hurriedly ran over. However, when he saw that the dragon chair was covered in dust, he was a little unhappy.

"Why are they so dirty! Don't those damn eunuchs take care of themselves! I'll cut them all down later!"

Wen Zhao's tone seemed to regard himself as the emperor, and he had gone crazy under the backlash of spells.

Wen Zhao looked left and right, then tore a piece of cloth from himself, and then carefully wiped the dragon chair, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, polishing the entire chair.

After wiping the dragon chair clean, Wen Zhao showed a happy expression, and then prepared to sit down.

Suddenly, the pillars in the hall could no longer support and collapsed to the ground, and the entire building also collapsed and smashed on Wen Zhao's body. At this time, Wen Zhao had already touched the dragon chair with one hand, but his body had been smashed into the bricks and wood. It happened so fast that he didn't even have a chance to make a sound, dying in front of the dragon chair he longed for.

In the sky, Wang Liang didn't care much when he saw another palace collapse, he just looked at the giant python in front of him with a solemn heart, and the killing intent on the ink ugly sword beside him was agitated, like a beast waiting to eat people!

The Sword of Mingyu!

The momentum on the ink chou sword reached the extreme, and it only came to Teng Anfu in an instant.

"The same trick, if you use it too much, it won't work!"

Teng Anfu sneered, he suffered a big loss just now with this move. Just now, it was because the ink ugly sword was too dexterous and fast, so he couldn't react, and he was almost stabbed by the sword!

Although he was a little shocked by Wang Liang's strength, Teng Anfu was not without a way.

When the ink ugly sword came to him, Teng Anfu's figure shrank sharply, and in the end, it was so small that it was no more than the length of a person!

In such a figure, Teng Anfu's speed instantly accelerated, and while dodging the attack of the Ink Ugly Sword, he actually had the strength to flick his tail and pull the Ink Ugly Sword away!

"What!" Wang Liang was a little surprised, he couldn't understand how Teng'anfu's hundreds of meters long body had shrunk to such a size, but there was no doubt that Teng'anfu's strength seemed to be much stronger!

"Thanks to the woman of the Heavenly Sect, my Dao method has been lost at least eighty percent in this rain!Prince Wang, you have found a good helper!" Teng Anfu sneered, "But it doesn't matter, the demon clan is not good at spells, but prefers hand-to-hand combat!"

"I secretly learned the spell of the Canghuo Incense God Sect, are you embarrassed to say that it is your Dao method?" Wang Liang snorted coldly, but as long as there are no restrictions on various spells, he is really not afraid of a long worm when he fights alone!

"It's too early to say it!"

Teng Anfu's voice suddenly appeared behind Wang Liang, Wang Liang's pupils shrank, and a crisis rose in his heart, the ink ugly sword was too far away from him at this time to be recalled in time, so he had to hurriedly use his spiritual power to gather on his back to resist Teng Anfu's attack.

Bang!

Wang Liang only felt that he had been hit by a huge force, and then Teng Anfu sent him flying into a ruin.

"It's so dangerous!" Wang had palpitations in his conscience, but fortunately, his spiritual power defense was timely, and now he only had a terrible pain in his back, but he was not hurt much. It's just that what he didn't expect was that Teng'an Fu's speed was so fast after it became smaller, and he almost didn't react!

"That's what you do?" Wang Liang sneered, "Compared to the attack of the golden dragon at that time, you can't even tickle!"

"How many more attempts?"

Teng Anfu's attack was in front, and the voice was behind, and as soon as Wang Liang's words fell, he saw a tail pumping towards him. Fortunately, at this time, the ink ugly sword came in time, and Wang Liang didn't have time to resist the sword, so he could only hold the sword and slash at Teng'an's tail!

Bang, bang, bang!

But in an instant, Teng'an flicked his flexible tail, and he pumped at Wang Liang dozens of times, although Wang Liang blocked the attacks one by one, but in his heart he wanted to scold his mother!

"Even if it's a demon clan, this body is too foul!"

In this situation, Wang Liang didn't even have time to use his spiritual power to use the sword technique, so he could only pick up the sword for a long time and barely block Teng Anfu's attack.

Maybe Wang Liang forgot that Teng'an Fu is an ordinary demon clan. As a descendant of the true dragon Jianxi, although Teng'an is not among the true dragons, his strength is also several times stronger than the demon clan in the same realm!

"It would be nice if the golden jade sword was still there, otherwise it would definitely not be so passive!"

Under such a difficult response, Wang Liang couldn't help but think of the golden jade sword that he was guarding in the Wen family, but unfortunately he had no spiritual sense and no way to recall the golden jade sword remotely. Otherwise, with two swords in hand, where would it be like this!

'Wait, sword?'

Wang Liang suddenly thought of something, wasn't the predecessor of the Golden Dragon Jade Seal the Golden Dragon Sword that was once held by the founding emperor of the Yue Kingdom?

Wang Liang remembered the golden dragon sword that night when the golden dragon phantom turned into a ghost, and the more he thought about it, the more likely he felt.

After fighting with Teng Anfu for a long time, Wang Liang finally used some spiritual power, and he decided to use this spiritual power to do something!

Animation into ten thousand swords!

This was the first time Wang Liang had used the Shadow Sword while holding the Ink Ugly Sword, but that didn't prevent him from using it.

The Ink Ugly Sword slashed through the void, and countless sword shadows instantly filled the space around Wang Liang, as if he was a hedgehog. Although these are all afterimages, each sword shadow has a strong power, and it is no joke if it is smashed!

"Think I can't help you if I become a turtle?" Teng Anfu sneered, although Wang Liang's moves are very strong, it is not Teng Anfu's boasting, in this state, Teng Anfu has the confidence to use his body to harden the strong people in the Jindan Realm!

"Look who's hard!"

Teng Anfu rushed towards Wang Liang regardless of it, and destroyed countless sword shadows during the process.

Wang Liang snorted, the ink ugly sword in his hand continued, and countless sword shadows were formed, and at the same time, his body was constantly retreating.

The sword shadow turned into a long dragon and surrounded Teng'anfu, as if he wanted to strangle Teng'anfu inside!

Teng Anfu did not dodge or dodge, and after taking all the attacks of the sword shadows, he opened his snake eyes proudly, carefully searching for Wang Liang's whereabouts.

"Wang Gongzi, without the support of others, you can't beat me, can't you?" Teng Anfu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Wang Liang's position.

On the ground where Wang Liang is now, a dusty jade seal is placed there.

"What do you want to do?!" Teng Anfu looked at Wang Liang with jealousy, he was not afraid, but if Wang Liang picked up the jade seal, that pressure would come in an instant, even if it was the current appearance, Teng Anfu did not have the confidence to resist the suppression of the jade seal that carried all the luck of a mortal dynasty!

"Naturally, you did what you didn't want me to do!" Wang Liang smiled, although he seemed confident, but in fact, he was not sure that the jade seal would turn into a sword. But it's okay, even if it doesn't work, it's a big deal that everyone will be crushed together and turned into a wooden stake!

In Teng Anfu's surprised gaze, Wang Liang picked up the jade seal.

In an instant, a huge suppressive force descended, instantly overwhelming Teng Anfu and Wang Liang.

But even in this suppressive force, Xiaoyun and Funan still watched everything that happened from a distance, as if they were not affected at all.

"Why bother, since everyone can't move, you might as well put down the jade seal and have a good fight with me!" Teng Anfu said with difficulty, but under his small body, his ability to resist suppression was much better than Wang's. Even if he was suppressed now, Teng Anfu could still reluctantly move his body in the direction of Wang Liang.

Wang Liang didn't seem to care about Teng Anfu's movements, his eyes were a little dazed now, and without anyone knowing, the jade seal in his hand seemed to have caused some changes in the spiritual sea of his body.