I can explode

His cultivation has also reached the late stage of the third level of the ancient giant.

"It's time to leave, I hope Prince Xuan'an won't let me down."

Jiang Changkong turned into light and left, escaping from the Dark Trial Tower.

Outside the Dark Trial Tower.

Prince Xuan'an had been waiting for a long time, seeing him coming, he quickly cupped his hands and said: "Congratulations, Holy Son, let's go one step further."

He could feel that Jiang Changkong's strength was stronger than before, but he didn't know exactly how much stronger.

Jiang Changkong smiled lightly and said, "Let's go, this time I will do my best to help the prince obtain the Dark Order."

"Let's go." Prince Xuan'an smiled slightly and pointed the way.

Jiang Changkong took Prince Xuanan to Yukong and headed for the Dark Holy Mountain.

The Dark Sacred Mountain is not in the territory of the Holy Abyss, or even in any territory of the Holy King.

"The holy mountain is the holy land of my holy clan. No holy king is qualified to occupy it. There are holy kings guarding it."

Prince Xuan'an narrated: "Anyone who wants to touch the holy mountain, even a holy king, will have to shed blood."

"Apart from the Holy Order of Darkness, what other secrets does the Holy Mountain have?" Jiang Changkong asked curiously, "If it's just the Holy Order of Darkness, it's okay to be occupied by the Holy King, right?"

"The way out of the holy world is in the holy mountain." Prince Xuan'an said in a deep voice, "How could such an important place be occupied by the holy king?"

"It turns out that the road to the origin cannot be occupied by a certain holy king." Jiang Changkong said, paused, and said, "What should I do if the battle for the dark holy order causes casualties this time?"

In case, he killed the demon prince himself, and the holy king behind him blocked the door directly, then he would be finished.

Prince Xuan'an said in a deep voice: "Everyone who participates in the battle for the Dark Order has a high status. For the sake of the Dark Order, everyone will do their best. Casualties are inevitable. Please take care of your own safety."

"My son will be careful, for fear of hurting some prince and attracting the holy king." Jiang Changkong said.

"That's not true. It's not uncommon for princes to fall in the fight for the Dark Order."

Prince Xuan'an said: "If you get the holy decree of darkness, the holy king will not dare to embarrass you. This is the rule. Whoever dares to violate the rules will be the public enemy of the holy world."

"The Holy Son is relieved." Jiang Changkong said.

"Of course, although the holy decree of darkness can save one's life, one cannot rely on the sacred decree to ignore the king's prestige." Prince Xuan'an said.

This can be regarded as a reminder to Jiang Changkong, if it really comes to the Dark Order, don't be inflated and lawless.

"The majesty of the Holy King cannot be provoked." Jiang Changkong said solemnly: "This Holy Son understands in his heart that the king's prestige is supreme."

After I become the Holy King, I will discuss with you what the real throne is.

"Let's go, they must have arrived." Prince Xuan'an urged.

Jiang Changkong stopped talking and flew with all his strength.

The Dark Holy Mountain is in the middle of the mountain. There are also monsters here, but they are all beast monsters.

The monsters here are very strong. Jiang Changkong glanced at them and saw many commanders, and even the monsters of the Holy Marquis.

A mountain peak goes straight into the sky, and the dense darkness covers the top of the mountain.

A series of dark figures flew from the sky and went straight to the top of the mountain.

In the dark air, the majesty of the king is intertwined, filling the void, and it is difficult for ordinary monsters to resist.

The phantom of the Holy King of the Holy Abyss appeared behind the Prince Xuan'an, and his blood was activated to resist the king's prestige.

Jiang Changkong urged the holy moon scepter, and the holy moon king dissipated to protect himself.

"Prince of Darkness?"

On the top of the mountain, a startled voice sounded, a young demon, wearing a black robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, stood on a boulder.

Jiang Changkong looked at the young demon, a strange look flashed in his eyes, this demon was the same Feng Yuan he met back then!

The owner of the banned pavilion, the demon prince of the banned lineage, the Fourth Saint Marquis!

"Prince Feng Yuan." Prince Xuan An chuckled and said, "You seem surprised that His Highness is here?"

"Your strength is not qualified to participate." Feng Yuan said indifferently.

Chapter 4 Ninety: Prince Xuantian

"Your strength is not qualified to participate!"

Feng Yuan didn't give him any face, and directly showed his disdain.

In the entire lineage of Shengyuan, only Prince Xuantian, not even the eldest and second princes, could attract Feng Yuan's attention.

"My Highness is indeed not qualified to participate, but my Highness's close friend, the Holy Son of Dark Moon, is qualified." Prince Xuan'an was not angry, and smiled lightly: "The Holy Son will compete for the Dark Order on behalf of His Highness."

"Sacred Son of the Dark Moon?" Feng Yuan looked at Jiang Changkong, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Shang Ke."

The strength of Shenghou Sanzhong is one level weaker than him.

Although Jiang Changkong had the Sacred Moon Scepter in his hand, he was not afraid.

Jiang Changkong smiled lightly and said nothing, Feng Yuan was still as arrogant as ever, if he knew his true identity, he wouldn't comment like this.

"When will Prince Xuantian arrive?" Feng Yuan asked.

He only pays attention to Xuantian, and feels that only Xuantian can be his opponent.

"It should be soon, Brother Six will definitely come." Prince Xuan'an said: "Prince Feng Yuan wants to fight Brother Six, this time he can do so."

"My pavilion master has been looking forward to it." Feng Yuan looked at the boundless darkness: "Here we come."

Jiang Changkong looked at it, and in the darkness, a young man in red came from the sky with his hands behind his back.

The whole person exudes a heaven-shaking sword intent, and the invisible sword energy permeates the whole body, as if there is a layer of sword domain, the void is distorted, making people afraid to approach.

"What a prince of Xuantian!" Feng Yuan's eyes were full of light, and his infinite fighting spirit arose.

The red clothes are like blood, and Prince Xuantian has a sword mark between his eyebrows, and the sword mark that Jiang Changkong has inherited is trembling and manifested.

A sword mark also manifested on Feng Yuan's hand, and he accepted it.

There was also one on Prince Xuan'an's body, but it dissipated as soon as it manifested.

"Brother Sixth Prince." Prince Xuan'an hurried forward and said respectfully.

Prince Xuantian nodded slightly: "Eighth Prince, don't come here without any harm."

"My sword seal, why is it gone? The eighth brother still wants to challenge the sixth brother." Prince Xuan'an said bluntly.

"Let's wait for the eighth brother to grow up." Prince Xuantian smiled, like a big brother, with a little pampering.

"Well, sooner or later, I will challenge Brother Six." Prince Xuan'an said firmly, with a little worship in his eyes.

"Xuantian, throw away your redundant emotions." Feng Yuan said coldly: "Wang Mai is ruthless, and shouldn't be."

With a calm expression, Xuantian looked at Feng Yuan: "The master of the forbidden pavilion has heard his name for a long time, and I wanted to find you to try the sword for a long time."

"Why don't you and I have a competition before the opening of the dark holy land, how about it?" Feng Yuan's fighting spirit was high: "My pavilion master really wants to know if you can seal your sword."

"Save some energy." Xuantian waved his hands, looking at Jiang Changkong: "Son of the Dark Moon?"

"The sixth prince travels around the holy world, and he is still proficient in news. This holy son admires him." Jiang Changkong cupped his hands.

"You are very strong." Xuan Tian commented, and added another sentence, saying: "Better than Feng Yuan."

Jiang Changkong was startled, Xuantian just glanced at him, and he saw so much?

Xuantian's cultivation is also at the fourth level of the Holy Marquis, which is in the same realm as Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan frowned: "What do you mean? He is stronger than the pavilion master? Because of the Holy Moon Scepter? Or are you provoking it on purpose?"

"Xuantian disdains provocative behavior." Prince Xuantian said indifferently: "I will know in the future."

"Prince Xuantian was joking. I am only the Holy Marquis Sanchong, so I dare not compare myself with the two princes." Jiang Changkong said with a light smile.

Prince Xuan'an's heart trembled, the Son of Dark Moon is so strong?

For Xuantian, he is clear, he will never lie, and his eyes are very poisonous.

Some veteran saints couldn't hide it from Xuantian's eyes.

He said that the Son of the Dark Moon is stronger than Feng Yuan, which is probably true.

Feng Yuan wanted to say something more, but in the darkness, another prince came, also the fourth prince of the Holy Marquis.

The princes who came this time are all the strongest geniuses among the heirs of the holy princes.

Feng Yuan didn't say anything else, but just looked at Jiang Changkong.

Xuantian's words successfully caught Jiang Changkong's attention.

Before, the evaluation was just acceptable, but now it seems that it needs to be re-examined.

Is there a big gap between myself and Xuantian?

Xuantian saw it, but he didn't. Moreover, Xuantian also bluntly said that Jiang Changkong was better than him.

When you enter the dark holy land and have the opportunity to fight, you will naturally be able to tell who is strong and who is weak.

Prince Xuantian and Prince Xuan'an walked aside, Jiang Changkong didn't follow, they both chatted about homework.

Feng Yuan walked over slowly, and said indifferently: "Xuantian, you shouldn't have been born in the Shengwang family."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Changkong frowned.

"Too much emotion." Feng Yuan sighed softly: "Besides, what he did was not done by the saints. He doesn't have much hatred for the human race, and even opposes the invasion of the human world."

Jiang Changkong frowned: "Is there such a thing? Invading the human world is the dream of our saints. Why does he object?"

"In his heart, there is only the way of the sword." Feng Yuan sighed softly: "For the sake of the way of the sword, he can give up the throne and invade the human world. It will not help his way of the sword, and he is not interested."

"A pure swordsman should not be fettered by emotions. Although he has traveled abroad and learned the way of swordsmanship, he is still worried about the matter of Shengyuan and has been paying attention."

Chapter 491: Wang Wei's wonderful use, Jiang Changkong's advantage

Prince Xuantian, tired of brothers fighting, will leave Shengyuan to pursue his own way of swordsmanship.

He didn't want to be involved in the battle, and he didn't want his sword to be stained with brother's blood.

For every brother, Prince Xuantian has kindness in his heart, and truly treats each other as brothers.

If a brother asks him to learn swordsmanship, he will teach him all he can and take him on a tour of mountains and rivers.

"In the battle between Shengyuan and the human race, the two princes fell, why didn't Prince Xuantian make a move?" Jiang Changkong asked.

"Xuantian knows that even if he makes a move, he won't be able to avenge him."

Feng Yuan said lightly: "The human race will definitely protect the Lord of Myths. Xuantian's going will only increase the pressure on the human race, and it will not solve the problem."

Jiang Changkong nodded slightly, and then said in amazement: "Prince Feng Yuan, you actually know the Lord of Myths? How capable is this Lord of Myths, worthy of Prince Feng Yuan's attention?"

"The human race is really proud of heaven, but it has not grown up for the time being, and I don't know if it has stepped into the realm of the Holy Marquis."

Feng Yuan didn't hide anything, and said: "Within the same realm, this prince can use the power of his blood to solve him."

"It's so terrible?" Jiang Changkong was surprised: "If you have a chance, you should fight the mythical master of the human race."

"He can be called a myth, and he is also the lord of hundreds of millions of people, the only person who can be seen by the master of this pavilion." Feng Yuandao.

Jiang Changkong didn't say much anymore, although Feng Yuan's bragging about himself sounded cool, but after listening carefully, it didn't feel like it.

Among the human race, only you can see it?

Among the immortal gods of the human race, when they were young, which one was not invincible?

Feng Yuan didn't say much anymore, and sat down cross-legged to adjust his state.

Brother Xuan Tian and Brother Xuan An were separated for a long time, and there was too much to talk about.

Prince Xuan'an, a scheming guy, also took the opportunity to ask for advice on sword moves.

Jiang Changkong also settled down cross-legged, waiting for the opening of the Dark Holy Realm.

Five days passed, and more and more demon princes arrived, as well as some six- and seven-level holy princes.

These holy princes can also be regarded as princes, but they are descendants of the previous generation of holy kings, and they are considered as their uncles.