I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Yan Xiu chuckled when he heard this.

"That's natural."

Yan Xiu had promised Prince Yi in the Heavenly Prison that as long as he wanted, he would support him to ascend the throne and clear all obstacles.

Of course, Yan Xiu is not just a tool, he has his own plans for this.

The golden body of merit requires a large amount of faith from the people. When King Yi ascends the throne, he will definitely make Fuzhen Temple the state religion, and he himself will also gain a large amount of golden light of merit.

This also solved the crisis of the new emperor Tang Yao ascending the throne and clearing up the Fuzhen Temple, which was killing two birds with one stone.

When Tang Yao saw that King Yi was wavering, he became very anxious.

"Fifth brother, don't listen to the lies of the remnants of the Great Jin. Our father's body is still warm. If we both lose today, this traitor will definitely seize the throne and restore the Jin Dynasty. Then our Great Yuan will perish in the second generation!"

Prince Yi's eyes were firm at this time, and he was not shaken at all by his psychological warfare strategy.

Even if he listened to Tang Yao and captured Yan Xiu today, he would probably die on the same day as Yan Xiu.

If Yan Xiu really wanted to restore the Jin Dynasty, he could at least survive for a while.

Tang Yao knew that he had no way to persuade King Yi to turn back, so he could only say ruthlessly: "Fifth brother, if you don't listen to my advice today, then I will have no choice but to treat you the same as this remnant!"

Although he had not yet ascended the throne, Tang Yao had already called himself "Zhen".

Upon hearing this, Prince Yi sneered and replied, "Now that things have come to this, do you think I have any other choice, brother?"

The originally silent atmosphere on the field became tense again, and Zuoqiu Ren and the other four Xiantian realm masters were always watching Yan Xiu's every move.

Yan Xiu's robes moved without wind, and his whole body seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, rising slowly into the air. A pressure that made everyone feel palpitating was released from him.

"Walking in the air! This... this is..."

"Could it be a Tianyuan realm expert?"

The national teacher Fu Jingsong, who had remained calm from beginning to end, finally couldn't help but exclaim.

Although Yan Xiu could easily block the joint attack of four people, they had never thought about reaching the Tianyuan realm.

To be at the Tianyuan realm at such a young age was really too dreamy. The four of them couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Without waiting for Tang Yao's instructions, Zuoqiu Ren and the other three who had not been injured immediately surrounded and attacked in tacit understanding.

They knew that if they didn't use the strongest power in their lives today, death would be waiting for them!

Zuoqiu Ren jumped up, madly squeezing the internal energy in his body, the saber in his hand reflected his resolute expression.

Then he swung the saber violently, and suddenly five fierce sword auras more than twenty feet wide were slashed out.

Yan Xiu raised his fingers and the Ziyuan Sword standing in the center of the square rose up from the ground with a "swoosh". Zuoqiu Ren was pierced before he could even react, and blood fell like rain. His body fell to the ground in the square, stirring up dust.

However, those five sword energies were unable to even leave a few marks on Yan Xiu's body, and they dissipated in the night wind.

The old woman in palace dress let out a scream, her fingernails and black hair grew wildly, and she pounced on him like a madman.

Yan Xiu put his fingers together in front of his chest and moved his lips.

The next moment, arcs of lightning appeared out of thin air, appearing and disappearing, entwining and jumping around his body. Even his eyes were flashed with lightning. He looked extraordinarily majestic, like a god of thunder descending to earth!

"thunder!"

He suddenly let out a low shout, and without any warning, a bolt of divine lightning fell from the silent night sky and struck the old woman in palace dress. A loud thunder suddenly exploded out of nowhere.

The old woman turned into a charred corpse in an instant and turned into powder as the evening breeze blew past.

Yan Xiu turned around and looked at Fu Jingsong. The Ziyuan Sword moved as his mind moved, transforming into a purple light and attacking the Great Yuan Imperial Master.

When Fu Jingsong saw these scenes, he felt as if the blood in his body had frozen, and a chill rushed from his heels to the top of his head.

He hurriedly stopped rushing towards Yan Xiu, shook out a paper figurine from his sleeve, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

He bit his fingertip and smeared the blood on the paper man. His movements were so quick that the paper man trembled slightly, as if a miraculous change had taken place.

The next moment, Zi Yuan pierced Fu Jingsong.

But Yan Xiu frowned slightly and found something wrong.

Fu Jingsong's wide purple robe was empty, and a blood-stained paper man fell out of it, but his real body had long disappeared.

Yan Xiu covered the entire capital city with his spiritual awareness and soon found the imperial teacher.

With a thought, the Immortal Binding Rope flew into the night sky and towards Fu Jingsong's hiding place.

In the blink of an eye, two of the three Xiantian realm masters died and one escaped.

Zhao Yongshan's face, which was already pale, looked even paler under the moonlight.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?!"

Tang Yao said nothing, but just looked at Yan Xiu quietly, because he knew that Da Yuan still had one last trump card.

Yan Xiu, who was in mid-air, looked down at the imperial city, his voice like thunder.

"If you don't come out, starting tomorrow, the Yuan Dynasty will once again belong to the Jin Dynasty!"

The sound containing spiritual power turned into rolling waves, which shook away the dark clouds in the night sky, and the bright moonlight fell again.

When Prince Yi heard this, his face turned pale and he couldn't help but laugh miserably.

After waiting for a long time, the square remained silent.

Yan Xiu snorted coldly, and Ziyuan moved the sword casually.

call out!

Tang Yao only felt a sword energy passing by his side rapidly, so fast that he could not even detect it.

The hair on his forehead was cut off by the sword energy, and a thin scar appeared on his smooth cheek, oozing out fine drops of blood.

Zhao Yongshan, who was standing next to him, had his head pierced by Ziyuan and was nailed to the pillar behind him, with the same shocked and horrified look on his face.

The sword made a humming sound, which made Tang Yao feel frightened.

"The next one is the prince."

Yan Xiu's cold voice resounded over the square again.

The evening breeze made Tang Yao break out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that Tian Yuanjing still did not show up, Yan Xiu finally lost his patience and controlled the Ziyuan Sword to stab the prince.

At the critical moment, a sigh came from somewhere.

A haggard middle-aged man in black appeared beside Tang Yao and stretched out his hand to stop the Ziyuan sword from attacking Tang Yao.

As soon as the middle-aged man touched the Ziyuan Sword, his face changed slightly, but the next moment he mobilized his true energy and captured the Ziyuan Sword in his palm.

The Ziyuan Sword hummed and broke free from its shackles, returning to Yan Xiu's hands.

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, and a little blood could be seen flowing from his wrists, but his face remained unchanged and he concealed his expression very well.

"Senior Yuan!"

After Tang Yao saw who was coming, he felt extremely excited and his original fear calmed down. As long as this person was there, the Yuan Dynasty would not fall.

The middle-aged man was Yuan Ge, the pillar of the Yuan Dynasty and a powerful warrior in the Tianyuan realm.

Yan Xiu placed his hand on the Ziyuan Sword and looked at the only Tianyuan Realm expert in the Yuan Dynasty with great interest.

At the same time, Yuan Ge was also looking at Yan Xiu, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart that he had never experienced in his life.

Yan Xiu stood in the void, his celestial robe shining brightly in the night, his sleeves fluttering, arcs of lightning jumping around him and appearing and disappearing from time to time, and the aura he exuded was as shocking as if a god had descended to earth.

He has been in the martial arts world for so many years, but even when he faced the strongest opponent in his life, the pressure he felt was far less than that brought to him by the handsome young Taoist priest in front of him.

"My friend, I once promised Tang Di that I would protect the Yuan Dynasty as long as I live. Since you are willing to support the Fifth Prince to ascend the throne, why don't you spare the Crown Prince's life for my sake? How about that?"

Tang Yao panicked when he heard this.

In his heart, Yuan Ge is the symbol of invincibility. Since Tang Di started the rebellion in Jiangbei, Yuan Ge has accompanied him in battles for many years without ever being defeated. He made great contributions to the founding of the Yuan Dynasty and is a well-deserved number one.

However, he did not expect that the first sentence was to negotiate terms with Yan Xiu, which made Tang Yao feel a little desperate.

Could it be that this little Taoist priest is so strong that even Senior Yuan can’t defeat him?

Yan Xiu smiled and said, "What if I say no?"