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

When Tang Yao saw this scene, he felt his hair stand on end and a great sense of life and death crisis rose in his heart.

He immediately stood up and tried to mobilize his true energy to fight back.

But the next moment, the true energy in his body became chaotic, Tang Yao's face suddenly turned pale, his throat felt sweet, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.

"My true qi... my true qi is gone! What did you do to me!?"

Tang Yao was terrified, and looked at King Yi with fear in his eyes.

Seeing his fifth brother getting closer and closer, Tang Yao shouted almost without a voice: "Fifth brother, as long as you spare my life, I am willing to hand over the throne of the Yuan Dynasty, okay?"

Prince Yi looked indifferent. He came to Tang Yao and looked down at him. He said indifferently, "Brother, ask yourself, if you become the new emperor in the future, will you give me a way to live?"

No one would let a tiger go back to the mountains, let alone a tiger that could threaten them at any time.

The color on Tang Yao's face gradually faded, revealing a sickly paleness.

"Then I will give up my martial arts, be demoted to a commoner, and never return to the capital. How about you spare my life?"

Even at this moment, Tang Yao still held on to the fantasy that King Yi would give him a way out.

"Brother, now that things have come to this, what do you think?" Prince Yi said in a cold tone.

As soon as these words were spoken, Tang Yao knew that he would surely die today. He suddenly felt endless regret in his heart and turned to look at the Da Yuan Palace in the distance, which was only an outline in the night.

At this moment, his gaze seemed to pass through the dark night sky and came to the dragon throne in the center of the Dayuan Hall, which symbolized the supreme imperial power.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Tang Yao's head flew high. Hot blood gushed out from his broken neck, turning King Yi into a bloody man, and Tang Yao's head, with his eyes open, rolled to an unknown place.

Finally, the headless corpse shook a few times and fell weakly in the empty square.

Prince Yi's eyes were empty and his mind was wandering to who knows where.

The other side.

Yan Xiu walked up to Yuan Ge's body and was about to point his finger when a sound of breaking air suddenly came from the sky.

I saw the imperial teacher Fu Jingsong tied up with a rope flying from the sky and finally landing in front of Yan Xiu.

Fu Jingsong's eyes were full of stars at this moment. He was dizzy and couldn't tell the direction.

When he came to his senses, he was shocked. The first thing he saw was Yuan Ge lying on the ground, lifeless and dead. The black wound on his chest as big as a bowl was so terrifying.

The great pillar of the Yuan Dynasty actually died?

Fu Jingsong found it difficult to accept this fact for a moment and felt his head buzzing.

He knew better than anyone how powerful Yuan Ge was. Even if he used all his best skills, he would still have difficulty withstanding a few moves in front of him. He did not expect that while he was escaping, this pillar of the Yuan Dynasty had already died.

Fu Jingsong felt extremely absurd for a moment. He looked at Yan Xiu tremblingly, as if waiting for his response.

Yan Xiu ignored him and just pointed his fingers. Suddenly a stream of pure spiritual power shot out from his fingertips. The next scene was something Fu Jingsong would never forget.

The pure spiritual power visible to the naked eye hung above Yuan Ge, and then slowly sank into the already cold corpse.

I saw granulation tissue growing from the bowl-sized wound on Yuan Ge’s chest, dancing like seaweed on the seabed, weaving the horrific wound again.

After just a quarter of an hour, the wound pierced by the Ziyuan Sword healed to its original state without a trace of scar.

But it’s not over yet.

Yuan Ge's bloodless face began to gradually turn rosy, his heart began to supply blood again, and he made a strong heartbeat.

Yuan Ge's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his pupils out of focus.

He stood up with his hands, looked around blankly, and finally set his eyes on Yan Xiu.

"Aren't I dead..." Yuan Ge murmured.

The next second after the Ziyuan Sword pierced his chest, the world in Yuan Ge's eyes disappeared instantly, and after that he seemed to fall into darkness, knowing nothing else.

He didn't know how long it took until a ray of light flashed in front of him. Driven by his soul, he ran towards the light.

The dazzling light immediately afterwards blinded him temporarily. When he regained his vision, what he saw was still the familiar night sky.

Yuan Ge, who was a little more sober, touched his chest and found that it was intact. He felt the internal energy slowly flowing through his meridians and now understood the reason.

He struggled to get up, stared at Yan Xiu for a long time, and suddenly sighed.

"It is true that heroes emerge young, and each wave is stronger than the last."

Yan Xiu was not only able to kill him instantly with one sword, but was also able to pull him back from the brink of death.

Yuan Ge could still comfort himself with the former, after all, there are always people better than you in this world.

But the latter has obviously gone beyond the scope of martial arts, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it a magical technique.

"Since the Taoist priest has brought me back from death, it should be for more than just a thank you from me, right?"

Yuan Ge activated his mental skills, generating endless amounts of true qi to nourish his body.

Yan Xiu smiled slightly. He just liked dealing with smart people.

Yuan Ge was the only Tianyuan realm expert in the Yuan Dynasty, so Yan Xiu would not let him die so easily.

In order to fulfill his promise, Yuan Ge would rather sacrifice his life in a battle than break his promise and run away even though he knew that Yan Xiu's realm was far superior to his. This alone was enough to make Yan Xiu look up to him.

"Your Excellency fought me even though you knew you were no match for me. How can such a hero who keeps his word die like this?"

Yan Xiu flicked his finger and another stream of spiritual power shot out, which merged into Yuan Ge's body, helping him to recover his exhausted true energy faster.

As soon as the spiritual power entered his body, Yuan Ge felt the vast and majestic mysterious power, and the true energy in his body that had been exhausted quickly recovered to 90% in just a few breaths, which made him horrified.

He can restore all the true Qi of a Tianyuan realm strong man just by chatting and laughing. This method is truly amazing.

Fu Jingsong, who was tied up tightly with the immortal rope nearby, witnessed all this with his eyes wide open, and kept muttering the word "immortal".

Yan Xiu waved his hand gently, put the rope back to his waist, and spoke to the two of them.

"After what happened tonight, I think you guys should know what to do, right?"

Yuan Ge naturally understood the meaning of Yan Xiu's words. He turned his head slightly, looked at Tang Yao's headless body, and sighed silently in his heart.

Now that the crown prince is dead, Prince Yi, as the most popular prince among all, is naturally the popular choice to inherit the throne.

As for the will?

With Yuan Ge, a pillar of the Yuan Dynasty, endorsing Prince Yi, no one would probably care what was written in the will.

"We naturally understand, please rest assured, Taoist priest." Yuan Ge said with a bow.

Yan Xiu nodded slightly when he heard this.

He has never been interested in the struggle for imperial power. If Tang Yao had not liquidated Fuzhen Temple after ascending the throne, he would probably have stayed in Fuzhen Temple for the rest of his life and never left the mountain.

Now that everything is over, it is time for him to return to his true view, so he walked away into the air.

But he suddenly stopped, turned his head and smiled at Fu Jingsong, who suddenly felt the hair on his body stand on end.