"Brother Xiao, I will share this world with you!"
Xi smiled faintly under the blood moon as he raised his head to look at Xiao Chen, who was on the Demon Blood Vulture.
Right after Xi spoke, he immediately caused a huge commotion.
What's going on?
Why did Xi suddenly say that? Could it be that Xiao Chen and Xi were old acquaintances?
In hindsight, if Xiao Chen had not used a strange saber move to kill the First Prince Wang Fei, Xi would not have his current might.
On the Demon Blood Vulture's back, Chu Chaoyun gave Xiao Chen a suspicious look, entering deep thought.
Xiao Chen said calmly, "Don't overthink. This is my first time seeing this person in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. However, he should have some connection to Dragon Emperor Xiao Yun.
"At that time, Dragon Emperor Xiao Yun's other identity was the Demonic Dao Hall's Hall Master. Perhaps he is a Blue Dragon descendant as well. However, his bloodline is already extremely thin."
Chu Chaoyun shared some of his guesses, thinking of other possibilities. Perhaps this could explain Xi's earlier words.
"A Blue Dragon bloodline? That's impossible. Aside from me, there is no other Blue Dragon bloodline in this world. Although the Kunlun Realm has a Blue Dragon Totem, it only has a Blue Dragon Martial Spirit. It is still far from a bloodline. "
Xiao Chen entered deep thought. Then, he said, "There are only two possibilities for his earlier words. One is to frame me. After all, Wang Fei died at my hands. The second possibility is that I am an important pawn in his eyes. Without me, he cannot start the epoch. Or perhaps, both of them are possible … "
"Cut the crap. What are you trying to do?!"
As the two discussed on the Demon Blood Vulture, a furious shout came from below.
It was the Eighth Prince Wang Feng. He had had enough of this Demonic Dao expert who came out of nowhere. This Demonic Dao expert turned the succession race into a mess, leaving Wang Feng with no chance at all.
Most importantly, this was the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. Wang Feng could not stand an outsider giving orders here, acting all high and mighty.
Even when Wang Fei was in power, he did not feel this bad. After all, he was of the royal family's bloodline.
But who the hell was this guy in front of him?
"What exactly do you want?"
The other princes felt the same way as Wang Feng. They could not understand what Xi was trying to do.
"I've already said that the competition for the crown prince position is over. You princes have already performed outstandingly. Go back to where you came from. The imperial ancestral temple will reward you based on your contributions. "
Xi smiled. He did not get angry at this group of princes with cold expressions and murderous gazes.
"Do you think it's over just because you say so?"
"Yes, it's over when I say it's over."
Right after Xiao Chen spoke, the smile on Xi's face suddenly vanished, replaced by a cold and sinister expression.
The scattered gazes suddenly focused on the Eighth Prince Wang Fei.
Their eyes met. In the depths of the mysterious left eye's pupil, a strange blood-red cross mark appeared. Below the cross mark was a vast demonic sea, and there seemed to be terrifying demons slumbering in the sea.
No …
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boundless horror spread in the Eighth Prince's heart. The horror hidden in the depths of his heart magnified infinitely.
The Eighth Prince's heart pounded faster and faster, looking like it would leap out of his chest.
Wang Feng clutched his chest, unable to utter a single word. His face was pale.
Then, he flew back with a 'plop.' After he landed, he bounced several times on the ground like a rubber ball.
With each bounce, he vomited a large mouthful of essence blood, a tragic sight to behold.
"Your Highness!"
Daoxuan and the other hanger-ons were shocked and quickly chased after them.
Only Wenren Yu, Mu Yunzhu, and Gu Yuhan showed grave expressions as they sent voice projections.
Did he see anything?
No … He only took one look before immediately closing his demonic eye. I vaguely felt a vague mark. Before I could examine it in detail, I felt boundless horror and did not dare to sigh again.
"I'm about the same. This person's demonic eye is too horrifying. Even though it is not directed at us, it already possesses such a terrifying ability."
Wenren Yu looked up at the blood moon and entered deep thought. This Xi's strength is simply outrageous.
"Gasp!"
The other princes sucked in a breath of cold air. They could not hide the horror in their eyes.
With just one look, the Eighth Prince was severely injured. How strong was this Xi?
"What should we do? Senior Sikong, Senior Silver Dragon King, what should we do … "
The Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi trembled in fear, completely flustered and unable to come up with any ideas.
Compared to the hot-blooded Eighth Prince, the Thirteenth Prince's performance in this desperate situation was even worse.
However, Sikong Shu and the Silver Dragon King did not answer the Thirteenth Prince. They were thinking about a deeper problem.
The blood moon hung in the sky, existing with the sky as it slowly swallowed up the dynasty's Dragon Vein.
How did this Xi do it?
Back then, in order to stabilize this land of absolute beginning, the imperial family must have laid down a shocking array here. After so many years of operation by the imperial ancestral temple, the imperial ancestral temple must have set up a shocking array here.
It would not be an exaggeration to call it an ancient formation.
However, looking at it now, the blood moon in the sky seemed to be the new formation's eye. The ancient formation ended up in the hands of a Demonic Dao prince. This was simply inconceivable.
If one thought about the mysteries behind this carefully, one would feel some lingering fear.
Sikong Shu and the Silver Dragon King exchanged glances. The two were experienced and quickly figured out some clues. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
Just as Sikong Shu was about to say something, the Thirteenth Prince retreated with a horrified expression. Then, Xi swept his gaze over.
When Xi swept his gaze over, all the princes he looked at moved back frantically.
They feared that the tragedy that happened to the Eighth Prince would repeat itself on them.
Seeing this somewhat comical scene, Sikong Shu sighed softly, "There is no more chance. These princes are all frightened out of their wits. We are also helpless … If not for the blood moon in the sky, this Xi might not be undefeatable, even with the demonic eye."
Since the princes gave up, the guests naturally had to leave.
However, not everyone could be like Xi, grasping the Yan Imperial Sword and forcibly converting it into a Demonic Imperial Sword.
Right now, it was practically clear that this Xi had a secret deal with the imperial ancestral temple. However, no one knew how much they had tied him up.
The Silver Dragon King's eyes lit up. "Something's not right. Did you notice that the speed at which the blood clouds are swallowing the Dragon Essence has slowed down? It seems like … something has changed. "
Sikong Shu looked over. Indeed, it was so. The countless crystalline silk-like Dragon Essence in the air had slowed down slightly.
If one did not look carefully, one would not notice it.
Xi, who had been scaring the princes, did not notice this.
"You are still not going to retreat?"
Xi frowned slightly. His baleful aura seemed solid, putting terrifying pressure on everyone. He said indifferently, "I don't have such a good temper all the time."
The blood moon in the sky burst forth with resplendent light as Xi's aura increased.
The horror in the hearts of the many princes immediately multiplied. It looked like they would collapse.
"Bang!"
Just at this moment, a dragon roar erupted from underground, and a dazzling holy light soared into the sky.
"You are not the one who calls the shots in this world!"
The Ninth Prince Wang Yan showed a stern and stern expression amid the light. As he held the Yan Imperial Sword, he slowly soared into the air.
Auspicious clouds surrounded Wang Yan, and a dragon image appeared behind him. A vast dynasty appeared indistinct.
"Wang Yan!"
"It's Ninth Brother. His Massacre Great Dao perfectly merged with the dynasty's Dragon Vein!"
The sword strike from the blood moon had struck Wang Yan half-dead. However, Wang Yan reappeared with his Massacre Great Dao, which perfectly merged with the dynasty's Dragon Vein.
No injuries could be seen on Wang Yan's body. His stern face hid a boundless state of massacre.
The continuously rising Dragon Essence started to frantically flow towards Wang Yan's body.
Demonic clouds surged in the sky, and cracks started to appear in the blood moon, which had been consuming the dynasty's Dragon Vein.
The Silver Dragon King said after some thought, "So, that is the case. Before the altar was destroyed, this Wang Yan already perfectly merged with the dynasty's Dragon Vein. However, that sword strike severely injured him, so he endured and waited until he recovered to his peak before making a strong appearance. "
On the Demon Blood Vulture's back, Xiao Chen also felt startled. Then, he revealed a smile.
Wang Yan did a great job. Xiao Chen's protection up until now was not in vain. He just had to endure and wait until he recovered to his peak before dealing a blow to Xi.
Had Xi been rash back then, he would have destroyed Xiao Chen.
Now, with Wang Yan's strong return, it would not be that easy to destroy him.
The most important thing was that Wang Yan's appearance gave the other princes confidence. At the very least, Xi's plan would not fall apart and fail, like Dao Yan, Sikong Shu, and the other super experts.
"You want to turn the tide with just your strength? It won't be that easy!"
Xi's expression changed. Clearly, he had not expected Wang Yan to have hidden so deeply. Wang Yan had jumped out just when Xi felt that he had the upper hand.
Xi's demonic eye of terror feared hope and courage the most. Given that, its might would be greatly reduced.
Hence, it would be difficult for Xi to force back the other princes with one look.
Xi needed to kill Wang Yan as quickly as possible.
Just as Xi was about to lead Ming Xuan and the others over, something strange happened.
"Only by purifying all life can one attain enlightenment. I swear not to become a Buddha until hell is empty!"
A brilliant Buddhist Might appeared in the western sky. Auspicious clouds covered the sun, looking like a surging river that continuously pushed back the demonic clouds in the sky.
The Great Origin of the Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva traveled through time and space from the previous epoch and resounded in the sky.
Amid the boundless beneficence, Yuan Zhen was like a living Buddha descending from the heavens.
Yuan Zhen showed a solemn expression as he sat cross-legged on the lotus platform. Then, he formed supreme dharmic seals with his hands, showing all sorts of mysteries. Then, he threw a palm strike.
"All laws are empty. Only Buddha is supreme!"
Pure and vast beneficence materialized an ancient Buddhist nation behind Yuan Zhen. When Yuan Zhen's palm strike landed, it materialized a golden Buddhist palm as large as a mountain.
Then, it pierced through the demonic clouds and headed for the blood moon in the sky.
At the same time, the shattered pieces of the eight altars scattered in the core region gathered in the air and formed a brand-new altar.
Dragons soared up from the ground. Dragon images bathed in Buddhist Might continuously headed for the altar.
A person descended from the sky, showing wild joy on his face as he landed firmly on the altar.
Then, Wang Yun stabbed the Yan Imperial Sword into the altar. Laughing maniacally, he said, "Ninth Brother's words do not count in this world!"
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