Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In a world of great strife, everyone is like a dragon.

With the Grand Princes, sail to the palace at the same time. The whole territory of the Flaming Wu Dynasty, including those overseas stars, can feel the rotation of the wheel of destiny. The dragon dynasty is in a turbulent state and seems to have some power to wake up from its slumber.

Flaming Wu dynasty palace, a place where thousands of dragons converge, dragon power. Like substance, it turns into a mountainous hill, circling over the palace.

In the mountains and hills, a holy sword is inserted, a sword symbolizing the status of power and the flaming throne.

There is a prince with a great dragon fortune, and you can even see that this sword is invisible to the ordinary emperor.

With a fiery light in his eyes, as long as he can finally hold the sword, he will become the Prince of the Dynasty and climb the throne of flames.

Dragons are the most intense place in the palace.

Surrounded by golden and glorious palaces, there is a vast and vast martial arts field.

Heaven's Dome, Treasure Palace in the Clouds.

108, the master of the family, the chief of the parliament, the powerful, gathered here to watch the final battle for quotas.

By noon, the sun was wide open.

Princes of all directions, from the four corridors of the palace, entered the fishing line, tremendously, into the martial arts field.

Martial Arts Field Extension, there is a Wangtai Pavilion.

Princes enter in an orderly fashion and climb on the high stage in accordance with their respective home identities in the attic.

Wang Tai, Quartet, approaching 100 meters altitude. On the quadrilateral railing, the flag is displayed and the hunting is sounded.

The prince sits on the side of the door and does it, or stands directly and measures all directions.

Nine Princes Wang Yi, with Xiao Chen et al., climb to the Wang Tai.

At this moment, the winds and clouds converge, the Lukian heathens, the demons are clear, and the men appear. The entire stadium was crowded, but silent and uninhabited.

In the air, a line of sight meets, and a fierce spark is struck.

All who can come here are dragons among human beings, filtered through layers and then eliminated again before they can really stand here.

Throughout the Martial Arts Era, the Orthodox Demons, two emperors under the age of 500, gathered almost all here.

Some of them know each other, have old grievances, or have new revenge.

What kind of drama would make this otherwise anticipated trip to the ancient mausoleum of the Fire, even more so?

Apart from that, the emperors present, most of them know.

In addition to the prince's contention, there is a bigger game of chess in the ancient mausoleum of the Fire Emperor.

Misty Immortal Palace!

The number of visitors in this room is for the Palace of Immortals. It is not known. It is estimated that there are not 80% or 70%, if not for this reason, have heard the prophecy of the birth of the Immortal Palace.

It's just that everyone keeps quiet and doesn't say anything about it.

Xiao Chen sighted similarly and looked everywhere to see if he could find acquaintances, and what other princes were capable of.

First of all, nature is Wang Fei.

Great Prince Faye Wang, even if Xiao Chen wants to ignore it, cannot ignore it.

Outside the martial arts field, on many kings, he is the most powerful. With a tremendous crowd of more than twenty, he has eighteen spots. If the battle for this spot is won in all three fights, the number of doorman will reach the horrible 21.

It was hard to imagine how horrible his wedding would be if Xiao Chen hadn't ruined it.

At random glance, Xiao Chen discovered the old acquaintance Mingxuan!

He stood behind the grand prince, the five officials Jun-soo, the temperament as Lotus, living a beautiful man, he was a monk.

“That's …”

Xiao Chen shouted softly and saw a woman not far from him, her eyes flashed with a different color.

It's Yang Qing!

Yang Qing, who once had a relationship in the cemetery area, is not right...

Not Yang Qing, Yang Qing is dead, this woman is the Blue Lotus Virgin. Yang Qing, whom I know, is just what she should be, she should be completely another person, not confused.

At a time of uncertainty, Yang Qing seemed to sense Xiao Chen's gaze, and smiled at him with a deep smile.

Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze and did not look at him.

Withdrew his gaze without noticing that the Grand Prince was on the throne. The other, covered in black robes, was covered in blood and sparkled with thunder. A pair of eyes, staring dead at him, like a snake.

Undoubtedly, the throne of the Grand Prince at this moment is the most prominent position.

But he seemed very low-key, sitting on the throne of a high school, close-eyed. It seemed that after a setback at the wedding, he became more ambitious, less tolerant and deeper in the city.

Apart from him, the most notable are naturally the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince.

There are sixteen spots for both of them, second only to Wang Fei, and the gate lineup is also extremely strong.

One side is the representative of the sectarian power of the entire Yanwu Dynasty. Prince Eight Wang Fei's high school is centuries-old sectarian evil. There is no less than a three-pulse emperor, all of them Dacheng Emperor.

Dao Xuan, the most striking of them all, had black eyes and flowed away from the faint ice. It looked like a star gem, pure and self-startling, but I didn't know he was just condensing a small, icy world.

Gathering together the entire sect, he is a strong line-up of doorsmen, making people cry.

The threshold for this guest's campaign is too advantageous for the Eight Princes. He doesn't have to blow ashes to recruit many strong people.

What is even more surprising is that the Son of Xuantian Holy Land of the Divine Wu Empire is also in the midst of the Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Feather, Surprisingly, Prince Eight hid so deeply that only now did he reveal the support of the Holy Land of Xuantian.

The 13th Prince's Gatekeeper Array is equally astonishing, all without exception are demons with flood bloodlines!

Towards that stop, the momentum in the flood bloodline converged, creating a sense of oppression.

That is the natural advantage of the bloodline, let alone these people, they are the seven or eight empires of Wushen Palace. Emperor under five hundred years old, tiered against each other, the ultimate winner of the absolute elite.

Xiao Chen only glanced and noticed many acquaintances, Bai Yunfei, Xia Houzhen, and Qin Ming, Prince of Dragon God.

Others, Xiao Chen did not notice the prince, the strength is equally terrible.

Behind the clouds of the Four Princes, someone wears a thick cape and a headband hood. Bury the whole head in a strict truth, it is the secret temple of the hidden identity full truth, he bows his head to no one to look, do not know what is thinking.

Even more frightening is the royal royal ring of the six princes, standing on his high stage are the masters of the Temple of the Underworld, the glorious, the old Qiao ghost of the Battle of the Underworld River, the Buddhist rebel Zhenyuan, and the master of the Rosai clan of the Shuro clan.

After disguising their identities, they all stood behind Wang Ming, not showing the mountain and not revealing the water. In this gathering place, it is difficult for outsiders to see the entrance, and they have no idea what kind of cards Wang Ming is hiding.

Hodget is too busy to read.

Even Xiao Chen did not dare to guarantee that if he looked away, he would feel that the eight major super forces had secretly sent people here.

Includes a low-key pirate alliance, and a deep underground underworld temple.

He also saw the Death Forest wind, and the other side nodded slightly at him, saying nothing else. It seems that Tian Meng intends to place two bets, one hand to let Wood Wind choose Xiao Chen and support the Nine Princes. The other hand lets the Successful Trident assign Lin Feng, and also brings a master to support the Seven Princes to see who can truly win.

Unfortunately, I was somewhat disappointed and did not see Chu Chaoyun.

Mixed Yuan Palace people did notice, but there was no Chu Dynasty Cloud, maybe he hid it from other princes. Perhaps he took the Immortal Palace key in his hand and let it go, being alone and out of the way.

The males gathered together and the fish and dragons mixed in.

Above the cloud, a lot of big men, obviously didn't expect the game. This prince's battle has attracted so many warriors, including some monastic warriors.

Suddenly, the royal majesty broke through the sky and deterred the whole field.

Yet the Emperor Yan appeared, standing in the sky, King's Landing eight parties, his eyes swept away, people were frightened, afraid to look at him.

In the royal palace of the Flaming Martial Dynasty, he is almost invincible with the Flaming Emperor's Holy Sword.

He had a smile in the corner of his mouth, and he knew all about the princes below, the fish-eyed doorman.

“The ancient mausoleum of the Fire Emperor reopened. Thank you all for coming all the way to help my father. Especially the Temple of Demons, the Temple of the Underworld, and friends of the Pirate Alliance... you've got a lot of nerve! ”

Wow!

The Flaming Emperor uttered this word like a flat thunder, leaving the scene in a blaze.

Numerous monastic dispersions, the warriors of the Temple of the Underworld, and the bloody dynasty of Martial Arts flashed in their eyes.

They feel smart enough to be hidden, and they all carry the treasure of the world. Covering up his own magic, he blended into the prince's doorkeeper and was no different from general scattering.

Didn't expect that in front of the yellow flame, it was like a children's play.

At a time of uncertainty, the fiery emperor's heavy divinity dissipated quietly and smiled softly: "Don't worry, the emperor won't make it difficult for you. Misty Immortal Palace, may be born in the ancient mausoleum of the Fire Emperor, I fear it will be more troublesome if I do not let you in. ”

“Just to return, in my ancient mausoleum, I must abide by the rules of my fiery martial dynasty. If anyone dares to do something else, I can assure you that even if the gods of the underworld show up in this palace, the Lord of Demons will not save your lives! ”