Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

“Follow me and prosper, oppose me and perish! ”

Yanhuang Ancient Ling restored the vast core area, constantly reverberating the eight words, Wangdao Wangwei shook heaven and earth.

On the altar where the Grand Prince is situated, the Holy Light illuminates the entire core area as if it were a big day.

To overshadow the altar where the other princes are.

“Is this the way of the king? ”

In the burning holy fire, yellow paper on the altars, open your eyes, and the colors of intense terror flash in your eyes.

Nobody expected that the Great Prince Faye would merge his King's Boulevard with the dragon vein of the dynasty so quickly.

It's incredible. It's unbelievable.

In the expectations of all, the integration of Wangdao is much more difficult than in other avenues.

It is unlikely that this early integration will succeed and take precedence over all the princes.

In the palace, even the high Fire Emperor was shocked, holding the authentic Fire Emperor's sword in his hand slightly trembled: “Impossible..."

“Why not? It turns out that the Grand Prince is indeed the Lord of Heaven. I am the Lord of the Flaming Martial Dynasty. ”

Looking back, the Flaming King was indeed the ancestor of the temple. He suddenly understood something: “You… you have crossed the line, the ancestral training has spoken, and the prince's contention must be just. If I disobey my ancestral training, it must be the time when my dynasty will be overthrown. ”

Everyone knows that the temple houses the entrance to and exit from the ancient mausoleum of Yanhuang.

For many secrets in the mausoleum, it is mostly clear that if they help each other.

The Grand Prince, at an incredible speed, merges his kingdom with the dragon vein of the dynasty, which is fully explained.

But in this way, it is tantamount to deciding who the prince is.

In total violation of ancestral teachings, the foundations of statehood were shaken by the invisibility of ancestral laws.

“The Holocaust is approaching, and the storm centre deep in the Flaming Wu Dynasty will destroy itself if it remains unchanged. Don't think I don't know, you stole the vulture mountain, the bunch of vultures didn't promise to help you! ”

The ancestors of the temple were unchanged in color and looked cold when the Emperor of Fire appeared particularly cold.

In the heart of the Emperor Yan, it was obviously unexpected that the other party actually knew themselves.

“Look at your face, the bunch of bald donkeys in the Temple of Spirituality should really not have said yes to you. Humph, the bunch of bald donkeys have always been high and made the appearance of a second-generation high man, but they are still collecting incense for the sincere things of the Devil's Buddha. ”

"Do you want to draw your sword? Can't pull it out right... you are past, a new Flaming Sword will be born. Take a good look, finish the play with us, and pass the throne down honestly. ”

Shh shh shh shh!

The voice dropped, and in this high cloud palace, a number of master temple monasteries emerged.

The flaming face is ugly, looking behind the ancestors, comes out an individual old, deep feeling of powerlessness.

Suddenly, he had some idea why Abbot had not promised him.

Because this dynasty is no longer under his control, the power of the elders has been deeply entrenched in the dynasty's blood.

In the lower hall, the Quartet and the elders of the world.

Didn't know that a coup d 'état had taken place quietly in the palace above the clouds. When the Emperor Yan, the Emperor was relieved of his throne by the clan and elders of the temple.

Yanhuang Ancient Ling Zhong.

In the glorious holy light, His Majesty King Faye rose in the air and looked around with cold eyes. A royal Dao hegemony, let the Quartet Prince tremble for it.

“Damn, how is this possible! ”

Prince Eight Wang Feng was shocked and angry, and his wind avenue blended perfectly with the dragon vein of the dynasty just half a step away.

He wanted to come, and in any case, he should have walked ahead of Wang Fei.

Wind Avenue Fusion is much simpler than King's Road Fusion!

“Bad.”

Dao Xuan and the Xuangguang Son beside him smelled the feathers, his face changed at the same time, because Wang Fei, who hung high above heaven, looked at Wang Feng in the holy fire.

“Eight Princes, get off the altar or the consequences will be unthinkable. ”

Wang Feng revealed his face: “Give me another moment and I can perfectly blend the wind avenue with the dragon vein of the dynasty! ”

“It won't be long before it's branded enough. ”

Dao Xuan joined forces with Wang Feng to forcibly fish out of his holy fire and shouted: “Spread out quickly. ”

But one step later, Wang Fei drew his sword out of his sheath and a vast dragon shadow appeared.

100,000 years of dynasty, in its sword, until the fall of the sword.

The altar where the Eight Princes are situated collapses into endless pieces.

Wang Feng lost some soul: “My altar...”

The scattered fragment of the altar, in his eyes, was like a bubble of dreams, floating in colour.

It's gone... it's all gone,

The aftermath of terror shook out, and endless dragons leaked out of that broken altar. Turned into a dragon shadow, constantly turning toward Wang Fei in the air, his reputation soared.

“Hahahaha, follow me and prosper, oppose me and perish! ”

Feeling the tremendous power of the Flaming Emperor's Sword in his hand, Wang Fei's whole person went into madness and drank loud again.

One sword will destroy the biggest competitor altar, and the swelling power will stretch Wang Fei's heart infinitely.

“Not good. ”

The thirteenth prince Wang Yi changed his complexion slightly and resolutely said: “Retreat. ”

After dealing with Brother Ba, don't question, Brother must be targeting himself.

In that case, it would be better to leave early without demanding the perfect blend of your own avenue with the dragon vein of the dynasty. When the brand has been left, it indicates that hope is still there and that there is still a power to fight.

If the altar is useless and perfection is imposed, it will surely be destroyed.

Damn...

Although the pros and cons will be analyzed calmly in the heart, Wang Yi's heart is still strongly discouraged.

Shh!

Sky Dawn and Silver Dragon King flooded with blood to protect the thirteenth prince Wang Yi, while jumping off the altar far away.

Boom!

Almost at the moment Wang Yi jumped off the altar, the attack of His Majesty Prince Wang Fei followed.

The altar was destroyed in the blink of an eye, and the holy fire scattered, and the fierce beast of burning moaned and ran away.

“Take it!”

Wang Fei sneered, flaming the Emperor's sword in his hand, wildly absorbed the dragon dollar overflowing from the altar hole.

All but me are ants!

Wang Dao, this is Wang Dao. The more powerful it is, the stronger it is. He wiped out the power of the Eight Princes and the Thirteen Princes one after the other, allowing them to swell to the point where they were invisible.

Under the altar, Lord Xi walked, his face was calm, as if he had known.

“Horrible, how could Brother be so powerful. ”

The three princes who seized an altar had just jumped into the altar and even had less time to refine the Emperor Flaming Sword in the future.

Look at what's happening, it's completely overshadowed, there's no way to continue fighting.

“Bad!”

The Third Prince's face changed dramatically, feeling a killer covering himself, rendering him immobile and full of chestnuts.

“Brother, Brother… I have no intention of arguing with you, I will abstain. ”

My heart was filled with fear, and the Third Prince spoke with a little stutter, trying to cry without tears.

Boom!

But Wang Fei did not give him a chance to speak. One sword fell and his men were destroyed with the altar on the spot.

Again and again, again and again.

Wang Fei laid out three swords, one sword destroyed an altar and three swords destroyed three.

As someone with a heart can already see, this is no longer his own strength, and Wang Fei seems to have borrowed the power of the Dragon Vein of the Dynasty.

Before no other prince can perfectly blend his own avenue with the dragon vein of the dynasty.

The dragon vein of the dynasty has taken him for a true prince.

In this ancient flaming mausoleum, the dragon vein of the dynasty is equivalent to the 100,000 years of the flaming martial dynasty. And the great prince Wang Fei, at this moment, is the specific incarnation of the dynasty, holding the Emperor's sword in flames, the heavenly destiny.

In the distance, looking at the three dead princes, the four princes' clouds felt a chill on their backs.

If he hadn't listened to the circle earlier, he'd be dead by now.

Wang Yun said sincerely: "Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Yuan. ”

The circle under the hood was really calm on his face, and his eyes flashed with surprise. Obviously, he was still somewhat surprised by Wang Fei's strength.

“Don't thank me, you and I are on a boat, saving you is saving myself. ”

Wang Yun did not care about the words of Yuan, some anxious to ask: “Mr. Yuan, where is your ninth altar? ”

The circle smiled faintly: “No rush, now is not the time for you to rush, someone is more urgent than you. ”

Wang Yun slightly stunned and looked in the direction of his fingers. It was precisely the altar where the Nine Princes Wang Yi was located.