Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - 2492. Chapter 2492 Wang Fei gains power

“Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish!”

The magnificent and vast core area of the Yanhuang ancient tomb is constantly echoing these eight characters, and the King Daohuang is shaking the world.

On the altar where the eldest prince was, the bright holy light shone on the entire core area like a big sun.

Let the altar where the other princes were all overshadowed.

“This is the kingly way?”

In the blazing flame, the yellow paper on each altar opened his eyes at the same time, and a thick color of horror flashed in his eyes.

No one thought that the eldest prince Wang Fei would merge his own king’s avenue with the imperial dragon veins so quickly.

It’s unbelievable, people can’t believe it.

In everyone’s expectation, the integration of kingly roads is much more difficult than other avenues.

Wan could not have successfully merged so early and grabbed the front of all the princes.

Inside the imperial palace, even the aloof Yanhuang was taken aback, holding the authentic Yanhuang sword in his hand and trembling slightly: “Impossible…”

“Why is it impossible? Facts have proved that the eldest prince is indeed the destiny of heaven, and I am the lord of the revival of the Yanwu Dynasty.”

The Emperor Yan looked back and saw that he was indeed the ancestor of the Taimiao ancestral shrine, and suddenly understood something: “You… what you have done is over the line. The ancestors have said that the dispute between the princes must be fair. If you violate the ancestral instruction, it must be. When my Yanwu Dynasty fell.”

Everyone knows that the Taimiao ancestral hall controls the entrance and exit of the Yanhuang ancient tomb.

For the many secrets in the mausoleum, most of them know that if they are there to help.

The great prince merged his own royal way with the dragon veins of the dynasty at an incredible speed, and it was completely explained.

But in this way, it is tantamount to having appointed the crown prince.

It completely violated the ancestral motto and regarded the ancestral law as nothing, and the foundation of the country was shaken.

“The catastrophe is approaching, the center of the storm in the depths of the Yanwu Dynasty. If it remains unchanged, it will destroy itself. Don’t think I don’t know. You secretly went to Lingjiu Mountain. The vultures didn’t promise to help you!”

Taimiao’s ancestor’s expression remained unchanged, looking at the Emperor Yan with cold eyes, his complexion looked extremely cold.

Yan Huang was stunned, obviously he didn’t expect that the other party knew him well.

“Looking at your face at a loss, the gang of bald donkeys in Lingyin Temple really didn’t promise you. Hmph, these gang of bald donkeys have always been on the top, acting like a worldly expert, but they are collecting incense. Worship the devil Buddha’s superlative matter.”

The ancestor of the Taimiao faintly said: “Want to draw the sword? Can’t draw it, right… You are already in the past, and the new Yanhuang sword will be born. Watch it carefully and accompany us through the last play, honestly. Actually pass on the throne.”

Whoosh whoosh!

When the voice fell, many masters of the Taimiao ancestral hall emerged from this high cloud palace.

Yan Huang had an ugly face, looking at the ancestor behind him, one by one clan elders walked out, a deep sense of powerlessness.

Suddenly, he somewhat understood why the abbot of the day hadn’t agreed to him.

Because this dynasty is no longer under his control, the power of the clan elders is deeply rooted in the blood of the dynasty.

In the main hall below, the princes and family lords of the Quartet.

I don’t know that a coup has quietly happened in the palace above the clouds. When the Emperor Yan was joined by the clan elders of the Taimiao ancestral hall, he lifted the throne.

In the ancient tomb of Emperor Yan.

In the bright holy light, the eldest prince Wang Fei soared into the sky and looked around with cold eyes. The imperial dominance of watching the world caused the prince of the Quartet to tremble.

“Damn it, how is this possible!”

The eighth prince Wang Feng was frightened and angry, and his avenue of wind could be perfectly integrated with the dragon veins of the dynasty in only half a step.

When he wanted to come, no matter what, he should walk in front of Wang Fei.

The fusion of the avenue of wind is much simpler than the fusion of the kingly ways!

“not good.”

Daoxuan and Xuanguang Shengzi Wen Renyu on the side changed their expressions at the same time, because Wang Fei, who hung high in the sky, set his sights on Wang Feng in the holy fire.

“Eight princes, leave the altar quickly, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.”

Wang Feng’s face was unwilling: “Give me a moment, I can perfectly blend the Avenue of Wind with the Dragon Vessel of the Dynasty!”

“It’s too late, it’s enough to be branded.”

Daoxuan and Wen Renyu didn’t give Wang Feng a chance to speak, they teamed up to forcibly fished out the holy flame, and said loudly, “Hurry up and disperse.”

But still a step slower, Wang Fei drew his sword out of its sheath, and a vast dragon shadow appeared.

The dynasty’s heritage that has existed for 100,000 years is vividly displayed in its sword, and waits until the sword’s light falls.

The altar where the eighth prince was, collapsed and turned into endless fragments.

Wang Feng was a little lost: “My altar…”

The scattered fragments of the altar looked like a bubble of dreams in his eyes, floating in all colors.

It’s gone… It’s all gone,

The terrifying aftermath shook out, and the endless Long Yuan vented out from the broken altar. Turning into a series of dragon shadows, they continued to flee towards Wang Fei in the air, causing his reputation to skyrocket.

“Hahaha, those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!”

Feeling the monstrous power contained in the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, Wang Fei plunged into madness, and shouted again.

With the power of a sword, the altar of the biggest rival was destroyed, and Wang Fei’s heart was infinitely expanded by the swelling power.

“Not good.”

The thirteenth prince Wang Yi’s complexion changed slightly, and he said decisively: “Retreat.”

After dealing with mynah, there is no need to doubt, the eldest brother’s goal is definitely himself.

In that case, it is better to retreat earlier, and you don’t have to demand the perfect fusion of your own Dao and Dynasty Dragon Veins. The brand has been left, it means that the hope is still there, and there is still competition.

The altar is useless, and no matter how perfect it is, it will inevitably be destroyed.

hateful……

Although he calmly analyzed the pros and cons in his mind, Wang Yi was still deeply unwilling.

Whoosh!

Sikongshu and the Silver Dragon King, a group of great blood leaders, protected the thirteenth prince Wang Yi, while jumping off the altar to escape.

Bang!

Almost the moment when Wang Yi jumped off the altar, the attack of the eldest prince Wang Fei followed.

The altar was destroyed in an instant, the sacred fire was scattered all over the place, and the burning beasts wailed and ran wildly.

“receive!”

Wang Fei sneered, with the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, madly absorbing Long Yuan overflowing from the altar hole.

Except me, all are ants!

Kingly Way, this is Kingly Way, the greater its power, the stronger its strength. He destroyed the eighth prince and the thirteenth prince successively, letting his own general situation swell to the point where people can’t directly look at it.

Under the altar, Master Xi and his party looked calm, as if they had known it before.

“Horrible, how could Big Brother be so powerful.”

The three princes who had seized an altar had just jumped into the altar, and they were not even able to sacrifice the Yanhuang Sword in the future.

Looking at everything that happened before me, I was completely blinded, and there was no way to continue the fight.

“not good!”

The three princes’ complexion changed wildly, and he felt a murderous aura covering him, making him unable to move and trembling all over.

“Big brother, big brother… I have no intention of fighting with you, so I will abstain.”

My heart was filled with fear, and the three princes stammered a bit, wanting to cry without tears.

boom!

But Wang Fei didn’t give him a chance to speak at all, a sword fell, and Qilian and the altar were destroyed on the spot.

Again and again, again and again.

Wang Fei made three swords in succession, one sword destroyed one altar, and three swords destroyed three.

Those with intentions can already see that this is no longer his own strength, and Wang Fei seems to have borrowed the power of the Imperial Dragon Vessel.

Before there is no other prince who can perfectly integrate his own road with the dragon veins of the dynasty.

Emperor Longmai has regarded him as his real name prince.

In this ancient tomb of Emperor Yan, the dragon veins of the dynasty are equivalent to the one hundred thousand year-end accumulation of the Yanwu dynasty. And the eldest prince Wang Fei, at this moment, is the concrete embodiment of this dynasty’s heritage, holding the Yanhuang sword in his hand and adding his destiny.

In the distance, looking at the dead third prince, the fourth prince Wang Yun felt a chill in his back.

If just now, he hadn’t listened to Yuanzhen, now it is him who is dead.

Wang Yun said sincerely: “Mr. Yuan, thank you for your life-saving grace.”

Round really calm face under the hood, a flash of surprise also flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he was still a little surprised at the strength that Wang Fei showed.

“No thanks, you and I are on the same boat. To save you is to save myself.”

Wang Yun didn’t care about Yuanzhen’s remarks, and asked anxiously: “Mr. Yuan, where is the ninth altar you mentioned?”

Yuan Zhen smiled faintly: “No hurry, now is not when you are anxious, someone is more anxious than you.”

Wang Yun was taken aback for a moment, and followed the direction of his fingers to see that it was the altar where the Ninth Prince Wang Yan was.