MTL - Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation-v3 Chapter 2432 Wang Fei

"Shun me, Chang, who is against me!"

The magnificent core area of ​​Yanhuang Ancient Tomb, echoing these eight words, Wang Daohuang is shocking.

On the altar where the great emperor is located, the light of the sacred light shines through the core area like a great day.

Let the altars of other emperors be eclipsed.

"This is king?"

In the burning flame, the yellow paper on each altar, while opening his eyes, flashed a thick horror in his eyes.

No one had thought that the great emperor Wang Fei was so fast, he would merge his own king's avenue with the dynasty dragon.

It’s incredible and unbelievable.

In all people's expectations, the integration of the kingdom is much more difficult than other avenues.

It is impossible to integrate successfully so early and grab the front of all the emperors.

Inside the palace, even the high-ranking Shanghuang was shocked. He held the authentic Yanhuang sword in his hand and shivered slightly: "Impossible..."

"What is impossible? It turns out that the Great Emperor is indeed the fate of my life. I am the owner of Zhongxing of the Yanwu Dynasty."

Yan Huang looked back and saw that it was the ancestor of Taimiao Ancestral Hall. He clearly understood what he said: "You...you have already done the line, the ancestral training has words, the princely struggle, be sure to be fair. If you violate the ancestral training, it must be When the Yanwu Dynasty was destroyed."

Everyone knows that Taimiao Ancestral Hall is in charge of the entrance and exit of the ancient tomb of Yanhuang.

For the hidden secrets in the mausoleum, most of them are clear, if they help each other.

The Great Emperor, at an incredible speed, fuses his own kingdom with the dynasty, and then fully explains the passage.

This can be done, it is equal to who is the Prince.

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

"The robbery is coming, the deep storm center of the Yanwu Dynasty will be self-destructive if it does not change. Don't think I don't know, you secretly went to Lingbi Mountain, the gangsters did not promise to help you!"

The temple temple ancestors did not look the same, and looked coldly at the dynasty, and the face looked extraordinarily cold.

Yan Huang’s heart was one of them. Obviously, he did not expect that the other party knew him well.

"Look at your face, the gangsters of Lingyin Temple should really have not promised you. Hey, these gangsters have always been high, making the appearance of a paradise, but collecting incense, Dedicated to the devil's things."

Taimiao Zongzu faintly said: "Would you like to pull the sword? Can't pull it out? Right? You have become a thing of the past, and the new Yanhuang sword will be born. Look at it, let us play the last play, honestly. Really pass the throne."

Hey!

When the voice fell, this high-rise cloud palace, a lot of masters of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall.

Yanhuang face ugly, looking at Zong Zu, behind a family of old, deep sense of powerless.

Suddenly, he understood some of the abbots of the day and why he did not promise him.

Because this dynasty has long been out of his control, the forces of the old people have been wrongly rooted in the blood of the dynasty.

In the lower hall, the four princes and the family are awkward.

I don't know that a coup has happened quietly in the palace in the clouds. When the emperor of the dynasty, the old family of Taimiao Ancestral Temple joined forces to lift the throne.

Yanhuang ancient tomb.

In the sacred light, the great emperor Wang Fei vacated and looked around with cold eyes. A king of the world is domineering, let the Quartet Prince shudder.

"Damn, how is this possible!"

Wang Feng, the emperor of the Eight Emperors, was shocked and angry. His avenue of wind was only half a step away from the perfect fusion of the Dragon dynasty.

When he wants to come, he should walk in front of Wang Fei anyway.

The integration of the Wind Avenue can be much simpler than the kingdom!

"not good."

Dao Xuan and the Xuanguang Son on the side smelled the human feathers, and his face changed at the same time, because Wang Fei, who was hung in the sky, fell on Wang Feng in the flame.

"Eight emperors, quickly leave the altar, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

Wang Feng's face is unwilling: "Give me a moment, I can perfectly integrate the Wind Avenue with the Dragon Dragon Wave!"

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

Dao Xuan and Wen Yuyu did not give Wang Feng the opportunity to speak, and jointly forcibly fished out the holy fire, screaming: "Hurry up."

Can still be a slow step, Wang Fei pulled out the sword, a vast dragon shadow appeared.

There is a 100,000-year-old imperial connotation, which is vividly displayed in its sword, and waits until the swordsman falls.

The altar where the Eight Emperors were located collapsed and turned into endless pieces.

Wang Feng has lost some souls: "My altar..."

The scattered altar fragments, in his eyes, are like a bubble of sweet dreams, colorful and floating.

No more...all gone,

The aftermath of horror, shocked out, the endless dragon Yuan vented out from the broken altar. Turned into a dragon shadow, constantly moving toward the air of Wang Fei, let its voice soar.

"Ha ha ha, follow me, Chang, then I will die!"

Feeling the power of the heavenly sword in the hands of the Emperor's sword, Wang Fei went into madness and shouted loudly again.

The power of a sword will destroy the biggest competitor's altar, and the power of expansion will intensify Wang Fei's heart.

"Not good."

The thirteen emperor Wang Hao’s face changed slightly, and the decisive way: “Retreat.”

After dealing with the myna, it is no doubt that Big Brother’s goal is definitely himself.

In this case, it is better to retreat as early as possible, without having to demand the perfect integration of the avenue and the dynasty. The brand has been left, it means that hope is still there, there is still a fight.

The altar is useless, and if it is to be perfect, it will surely be destroyed.

hateful……

Although the heart will be pros and cons, a calm analysis, but Wang Xin’s heart is still thick and unwilling.

Hey!

Sikong and Yinlong Wang were all riddled with blood and blood, guarding the thirteen emperors, and jumping off the altar.

Hey!

At the moment when Wang Hao jumped off the altar, the attack of the great emperor Wang Fei followed.

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

"Receive!"

Wang Fei sneered in a cold voice, and the dragon sword in the hand was sucked in by the dragon element overflowing from the altar hole.

Except me, they are all ants!

Wang Dao, this is the kingly way. The greater the potential, the stronger the strength. He successively destroyed the general trend of the Eight Emperors and the Thirteen Emperors, and let his own general trend expand to the point where people can't look directly.

Under the altar, the adults and the line of people, calm, as if I knew so.

"Awful, how can a big brother be so powerful."

The three emperors who seized an altar had just jumped into the altar and even had no future to worship the Emperor Sword.

Everything that happened in front of me was completely ruined, and there was no way to continue fighting.

"not good!"

The three emperors turned pale and felt a murderous suffocation, making them unable to move and shuddering.

"Big brother, big brother... I have no intention to fight with you, I will abstain."

The heart was filled with fear, and the three emperors spoke a little, and they wanted to cry without tears.

boom!

But Wang Fei did not give him the opportunity to speak. A sword fell, and his company was destroyed on the spot with the altar.

Again and again, three more.

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

Those who have the heart can already see that this is not his own strength. Wang Fei seems to have borrowed the general trend of the dynasty.

In the absence of other emperors, they can combine their own avenues with the dynasty dragons.

The dynasty dragon vein has regarded him as the real name Prince.

In this ancient tomb of Yanhuang, the dynasty dragon vein is equivalent to the end of the Yanwu Dynasty. The great emperor Wang Fei, at this moment is the specific incarnation of this imperial connotation, hand-held Yan Huangjian, destiny to add.

In the distance, watching the three emperors who died, Wang Yun, the four emperors, felt a cold in the back.

If it was just now, he did not listen to the truth, and now he is dead.

Wang Yun said sincerely: "Mr. Yuan, thank you for your help."

The face of the hood is really calm, and the same flash of surprise in the eyes. Obviously, there is still some surprise for the strength of Wang Fei.

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

Wang Yun did not care about the true words of the circle. Some anxiously asked: "Mr. Yuan, the ninth altar you said, where is it?"

The circle was really faint and smiled: "No hurry, now it is not when you are in a hurry, someone is more anxious than you."

Wang Yun glimpsed a little, looking in the direction of his fingers, it is the altar where the nine emperors Wang Hao is.