The entire palace immediately burst into a huge commotion.
Mu Zifeng and Suiren Ji both felt startled, flabbergasted.
Wang Yan's lips curled up in a cold smile. After some thought, he said, "You two are really my good brothers. Xi, let me tell you this. Unless I die today, I will not give you the Yan Imperial Sword in my hand. "
During the succession race, Xi wielded the Demonic Imperial Sword and prepared to swallow up the dynasty's Dragon Vein. The imperial ancestral temple's elders, who managed the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb, already turned a blind eye to it, not doing anything.
Before the imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor finished speaking, Pan Huang mercilessly attacked, sending him flying with a slap from a distance.
"Xiao Chen, are you going to save the Ninth Prince?"
Indeed … Xiao Chen thought to himself. It was more or less as he guessed.
"That's right. Father is still in their hands. Even if you don't want to kill us, are you going to kill Father as well? "
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
The smile on Xi's face faded, replaced by a murderous intent.
Just as Xi pressed forward, the Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi said indifferently.
If not for something unexpected happening that even Xi could not control, Yuan Zhen and Wang Yan would have counterattacked.
Several dozen figures rushed over from the dark. Without exception, they were all experts of the imperial ancestral temple. "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
Everyone looked up and saw the peak of Spirit Vulture Mountain outside the imperial capital. The golden body of the Kāśyapa Buddha released a resplendent light, materializing a Buddhist nation behind him.
However, the situation was far from that simple.
Hence, no matter what, they could not let down their guard. They had to protect the people around them.
After some thought, Mu Zifeng said, "That's right. Wang Fei is the representative of the imperial ancestral temple, the Demonic Dao Hall, and the Underworld God Hall. If he did not die, he would not have pushed Xi to the front. He would not have let these Faux Gods do so, either. However, a war between Faux Gods is just a matter of time. The Hidden Spirit Temple will not just sit and wait for death. "
Under the control of the imperial ancestral temple's elders, the Yanwu Dynasty submitted to the Demonic Dao Hall. Did they become prisoners?
Suiren Ji said softly, "Little girl, the Yanwu Dynasty is now filled with the Faux Gods of the various super factions. No matter how bold the Demonic Dao Hall and the Underworld God Hall are, they would not dare to offend all of them. People like the Dragon God Crown Prince Qin Ming and the Profound Heaven Holy Son Wenren Yu were also taken away by the Faux Gods of the various factions. "
The imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor, an 8-Vein Sovereign Emperor, could not even last one exchange with Pan Huang.
Ao Jiao asked as he looked at Xiao Chen.
The world out from the Xiao into the Buddha light Mountain.
Suddenly, the boundless golden light disappeared, and a dark Buddhist light, accompanied by the strange and indifferent face of the Gautama Buddha, shrouded in front of the world.
Xiao Chen's heart was as clear as a mirror. He said, "Don't worry. There will be someone who will not let him die. I just need to take care of you."
Pan Huang chuckled, looking down on everyone, not taking these four seriously at all.
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"This is … the Ninth Yan Emperor? He's still alive?"
It looked like a Faux God battle was about to start.
The Yanwu Dynasty would always be at the foot of the spirit mountain.
"No need. You teach me."
The imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor appeared again in the palace in the clouds. He said calmly, "Princes and feudal lords, there is no need to be nervous. After Lord Xi becomes the new Yan Emperor, everyone will continue as before. Your titles and lands will not change. The Martial Epoch is about to collapse, and the new epoch is about to crumble. Lord Xi promised us even greater glory. "
The Imperial Palace had always been bathed in the Buddha's light, and it had never changed.
Just at this moment, the Golden Body of the Kāśyapa Buddha that everyone looked up to suddenly spun on Spirit Vulture Mountain.
His gaze landed on Wang Yan from thousands of kilometers away.
At the same time, he began to think about how his family and the interests under his name would change if this was true.
"What's going on?"
However, right at this moment, a sudden change occurred. A beam of golden Buddhist light pierced through the dark clouds and enveloped Wang Yan. Then, the golden Buddhist light quickly expanded. In a moment, it cleared away all the demonic clouds in the sky.
Sou sou!
"Scram to the side."
It was the Hidden Spirit Temple's Abbot, Abbot Xu Ye. On the left and right were the Spring Snow Bladesman Pan Huang and Sword God Su Hanshan.
Suiren Ji looked coldly at Mu Zifeng. Then, he waved his long sleeves and turned into a beam of dark light that pulled in Xiao Chen and the others.
Suiren Ji glanced over and said indifferently, "Brat, be more respectful when you speak. I was the one who made a move earlier to fish you out."
This completely cut off Wang Yan's thoughts of fleeing with his sword.
The Golden Body of the Kāśyapa Buddha frantically switched between good and evil.
The golden body of the Kāśyapa Buddha began to switch between righteous and evil. Xiao Chen could not help saying, "Lord Mu?"
When the ordinary people inside and outside Yan City saw such a miracle, they all knelt and prayed.
When Xiao Chen saw such a miracle, they all knelt and prayed.
Xiao Chen asked as he looked at Mu Zifeng.
The hundreds of Demonic Dao Sovereign Emperors in the surroundings showed cold gazes as they silently circulated their Demonic Essence. They drove overwhelming Demonic Qi, and surging black clouds instantly covered the sky above the imperial palace.
"Whoosh!
Boom! "
This rather dramatic scene seemed absurd and inconceivable.
It seemed to be unexpected, but also beyond reason. Just as the Yanwu Dynasty was in a precarious situation, on the verge of leaning toward the Demonic Dao Hall, this super faction, which had been hiding its strength and not made a move for many years, finally revealed its fangs.
Xi's words had the meaning behind them.
Even if everyone in the world wanted to side with the Demonic Dao Hall, Wang Yan would absolutely not do so.
"In that case … since all of you are here, why did you not help the Hidden Spirit Temple?" Hao Kai could not help asking.
Ao Jiao asked, "Then how did you enter the Imperial Palace? The people of the Demonic Hall didn't attack you?"
Below the Martial Arts Practice Field, many princes were shocked, and they were slightly dazed and unable to stand steadily.
"Tsk tsk tsk, there are really a lot of old farts. Who else is there? Stop hiding. The four of you are not enough for me to beat you up."
Bang!
Right now, Xi had probably already swallowed the dynasty's Dragon Vein. The consequences would be even worse than now.
The imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor showed a grave expression as he flew forward. Then, he said, "Senior Abbot, my royal clan is currently dealing with internal matters. Please leave. The Hidden Spirit Temple no longer has any connection to my Yanwu Dynasty. Could it be … "
Wang Yan, who was on the Martial Arts Practice Field, felt a chill in his heart. His expression turned extremely unsightly.
This was just his nature.
Wang Yan's expression turned sullen, and his hand, which held the Yan Imperial Sword, trembled endlessly. He looked at Xi and asked, "Is my father still alive?"
"Take out the sword."
A thought occurred to Xiao Chen. He looked at Mu Zifeng and asked, "Is it because I killed the First Prince Wang Fei?"
Xiao Chen knew that he had to leave. With a thought, he prepared to take out the Divine Universe Stele.
This did not surprise Xiao Chen. When he looked back, he frowned heavily. He still felt somewhat worried about Pan Huang.
The imperial ancestral temple not only did not stop the Demonic Dao Hall's Sovereign Emperor expert from taking over the imperial palace, but it even colluded with him.
Even Xiao Chen, Hao Kai, and the others all looked at Mu Zifeng in confusion.
Even though some people were dissatisfied with the Demonic Dao Sovereign Emperors and the hidden imperial ancestral temple experts, the Yan Imperial Ancestor was a dynasty that had existed for close to one hundred thousand years.
Even though the Yan Imperial Ancestor normally did not show himself, it did not mean that there were no Faux God experts.
When Xiao Chen's vision recovered, he only saw a blurry golden light in the imperial capital Yan City when he looked back.
What startled Xiao Chen even more was that the person traveling with him was his old rival, Suiren Ji.
This enveloped the entire imperial palace in a somber and cold atmosphere, suppressing everyone.
Xi's lips curled up in mockery. "Are you sure that I will attack you? I won't … "
Xi smiled faintly and said, "Naturally, you will live. However, if you do not cooperate, it will be hard to say whether you will live or not. Don't even think about resisting. The imperial ancestral temple already came to an agreement with my Demonic Dao Hall. The Flame Dragon Formation in the imperial palace will not be activated. "
"Clang!"
Since the Demonic Dao Hall was confident of making a move under the Hidden Spirit Temple's nose, they definitely had something up their sleeves.
Three old men followed behind this white-haired old man. All the Faux God experts of the Royal Court came out in full force.
However, Xiao Chen suddenly sensed a strong aura behind him. When he turned around, shock flashed on his face.
Xiao Chen knew that the Kāśyapa Buddha's golden body had both good and evil sides. However, Xiao Chen had never expected that the other side would appear before the world one day.
However, he could still sense that strong Faux God aura.
Xiao Chen's thoughts raced. He found it strange, but he resisted and did not make a move in the end.
Even if Xiao Chen did not become the crown prince today, he would still be the first to step forward in such a situation.
A white-haired old man stood on the flame dragon, radiating a faint Faux God Might.
Mu Zifeng smiled and said, "What's wrong? Do you find it strange to see me? Now is not the time to speak. There will be a huge battle between Faux Gods soon. Suiren Ji, bring them away first. "
Wang Yan was not stupid. He quickly figured out what was going on.
It was Mu Zifeng.
Wang Yan had been rather calm from the start to the end, as he wanted to obtain the Hidden Spirit Temple. No matter what, he would not just sit back and watch the Demonic Dao Hall control the Yanwu Dynasty.
The Yan Emperor had always been under the watch of the Buddhist Ancestor, never disappearing.
"The Hidden Spirit Temple!"
Three figures approached from the peak of Spirit Vulture Mountain, appearing in the sky above the imperial palace's drill ground.
Suiren Ji, a Heavenly Alliance Senior Elder, was an incredibly strong Faux God expert.
"You have backbone, but is it useful?"
Just as Xiao Chen felt uncertain, the golden Kāśyapa Buddha body turned around again, revealing its benevolent, peaceful, and dignified side.
"Whoosh!"
"The battle between Faux Gods is already unavoidable. No matter who wins, the Yanwu Dynasty is finished."
Unexpectedly, the people that Xiao Chen wanted to kill in the final battle were his own people.
Mu Zifeng sighed softly. Then, he said in a self-mocking manner, "I am overthinking. The epoch has changed. There is no longer any distinction between the righteous and demonic factions. The super factions might be eager for both sides to fight. It would be best if both sides ended up severely injured, severely damaging their Essence. "
"This …"
A terrifying aura burst out from the depths of the imperial palace. Nine flame dragons gathered from different directions.
"Ninth Brother, just give the Yan Imperial Sword to Lord Xi. Don't be rash alone. Don't get us all killed."
Wang Yan drew his sword, and the Yan Imperial Sword gave off a bright light, radiating the Dragon Might of a dynasty.
A Buddhist light shone, looking very dignified.
However, Wang Yan did not dare to say anything. Anyone who dared to step forward would definitely die.
Now, Wang Yan finally understood that the Demonic Dao Hall's actions had the tacit approval of the Royal Court's Faux Gods.
The princes who lost the succession race did not want Wang Yan to become the crown prince in the first place.
As Wang Yan held the Yan Imperial Sword, he smiled bitterly as he looked at the Sovereign Emperor experts in the imperial ancestral temple.
When the Sovereign Emperor experts saw the situation, they started speaking in a strange tone, wanting Xi to hand over the Yan Imperial Sword.
Xi spread his arms and gently drifted back.
However, after thinking about it, there were already signs of this happening.
The moment Xi said that, the various feudal lords' anxious hearts eased somewhat.
"Whoosh!"
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