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King Yan's voice directly frightened the old men who were struggling to persevere and fainted.

As soon as he put down the glazed cup, a flash of sword light suddenly flashed across his chest, and the sword in Xuanyuan Che's hand pierced through his body, and the inscriptions on the sword circulated in circles.

This means that the king must die!

Xin Mo beside him just looked at Xuanyuan Che and remained motionless.

"Why, you finally couldn't hold it back anymore?" King Yan was still sitting, his fiery red clothes could not tell whether he was bleeding or not, but the sword pierced through his chest, clearly where the heart was, and the corner of his mouth was still full of tears. A mocking smile.

Can you still talk when you have a sword in your chest?Xuanyuan Che and everyone were shocked, the demon reincarnated, immortal, it really is so.

"Monster, monster!" Xuanyuan Che withdrew his sword, but the normal blood flow did not happen. He raised his sword, and Xuanyuan Che stabbed him again, and he was bound to kill King Yan by the sword.

With a wave of Xin Mo's hand, Xuanyuan Che's body flew out and hit the pillar heavily. After all, he had a mortal body and only cultivated ordinary martial arts, and a mouthful of blood spewed out immediately.

King Yan got up, the bright red gauze was particularly eye-catching among a group of serious official uniforms, he pursed his lips and smiled, he didn't look half hurt?

In this situation, the rumors became true, and everyone remembered the vision of King Yan when he was born. The three points of respect for him in the past and seven points of awe, finally turned into great fear.

A red light flashed in the hall, and King Yan and Emperor Xuanyuan sat side by side on the large dragon chair.

This was simply the most direct challenge to the imperial power. The ministers looked at the two people on the high seat in fear, for fear that Emperor Xuanyuan's head would fall to the ground with a wave of King Yan's hand.

Xuanyuan Che, who had just stood up, opened his eyes wide with anger: "Monster, if you dare to offend me, I, Xuanyuan Che, will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces today."

King Yan didn't even give Xuanyuan Che alms from the corner of his eyes, and sighed: "It's born from the same root, so why bother each other!" He raised his hand and patted Emperor Xuanyuan's shoulder rebelliously, and grabbed Emperor Xuanyuan's glazed cup with his other hand , tilted his hand, and the wine in the cup flowed down.

The people in the hall did not dare to show their anger.

Emperor Xuanyuan was indifferent!

Only then did Yan Cang turn his gaze to Xuanyuan Che, and chuckled lightly: "His Royal Highness, you killed the grandfather of the concubine and your own tutor, so what should you do?"

"Shut up, monster, Hugh is bloody."

King Yan looked around, his words did not arouse anyone's doubts at all, everyone was very sure that the old general and the prince Taifu died at the hands of King Yan.

Either way!

"My royal father, do you believe me or your prince?"

Emperor Xuanyuan ordered in a deep voice: "Send the remains of the two lovers back for a great funeral, and choose a day for a dignified burial." The implication is that the murderer will no longer be held accountable.

No one raised objections, and no one dared to raise objections at this time. The atmosphere in the hall was extremely strange, and everyone was worried that from tomorrow onwards, the object of their worship would be replaced by the monster Yancang.

"See Your Majesty!" A military general came in armor, looked up, saw a red and a yellow on the high seat from a distance, was startled, and then lowered his head to report: "Vicemen appeared in the Xiaoqiguards and bitten 27 of our sergeants. .”

Xiaoqiwei is responsible for the safety of the palace, and the military machine guards and imperial guards belong to Emperor Xuanyuan and are not assigned by the tiger talisman.

Emperor Xuanyuan narrowed his eyes, and a general came forward: "Your Majesty, poisonous people have appeared in the military machine guards and imperial guards, and the number of sergeants bitten has reached two hundred."

King Yan Qingfeng said, "Could it be that Nanman stretched his hand into the palace? Why don't you hurry up and gather all the infected soldiers, hehe... burn them!"

More than 200 people burned it as soon as they said it was burned, and it was indeed Yan Cang's handwriting, and all the officials felt a chill in their backs.

Emperor Xuanyuan nodded, yes.

Yan Cang said unhurriedly: "I know you must think that the poisonous man was also brought back by me. Sorry, I am too lazy to explain. But, I know where the wizards of the Nanman are hiding. Father, are you willing to let me help you?" ?"

Emperor Xuanyuan's expression finally showed a crack, and his eyes fell on Xuanyuan Che below. The latter's knees gave way and he almost knelt down.

Yan Cang didn't give Emperor Xuanyuan a chance to choose. With a flick of his right hand, a fireball flew straight towards the corner of the palace. After a while, the east suddenly burst into flames, which was where the prince's east palace was.

At the same time, Xuanyuan Che suddenly screamed "Ah", his whole body burst into flames under the eyes of everyone, and he turned into a burning man in the blink of an eye, and rushed to the high platform in despair.

"Father, please forgive me, Father... please forgive me, ah..."

Emperor Xuanyuan clenched his hands, looked coldly at the burning parents and children, and said nothing.There was a stench of scorched flesh and blood floating in the hall. Where have these civil and military ministers seen such a posture?All hands and feet are weak.

The burning man is the crown prince, the elder brother of King Yan, and the future king of Yan Kingdom. What happened successively today has left them bewildered, and they looked at King Yan with extreme fear.

The timid court ladies and ministers were so frightened that they wished they could faint. As Xuanyuan Che's wailing became more and more tragic, many of them couldn't help but vomited wildly.

Finally, Xuanyuan Che stopped struggling and howling. Emperor Xuanyuan stared at the burning corpses of his parents and children below, gritted his teeth and said, "Leave his bones!"

With a wave of Yan Cang's sleeve, the fire was extinguished, leaving only a charred corpse on the ground.In the distance, the soaring fire in the Eastern Palace almost lit up the entire imperial palace. Everyone was terrified to find that King Yan's eyes were cold, and there was still a slight mockery on the corners of his lips, as if all the people in the world were nothing more than ants in his eyes, and he was the master of all living beings. By.

To attack one's own elder brother so frantically, what is it if it's not a monster?

"Demon, demon, Your Majesty..." The officials kowtowed to the ground, as if they were praying for their Nine-Five Lord to subdue the demon King Yan.

King Yan just smiled contemptuously.

Xin Molang said: "The wizards of the Nanman are hiding in the womb of the crown prince. Do you need to explain in detail what the crown prince intends to do?"

The ministers were shocked!

Emperor Xuanyuan's face was expressionless, his heart was as clear as a mirror, except for the crown princess, everyone else in the East Palace might have been buried in the sea of ​​flames, Yan Cang always acted resolutely and impeccably.

With a howl of a wolf, Xin Mo disappeared from the hall in the blink of an eye. Before everyone could be surprised, there were two "bang bang", two people, no, to be precise, they should be called two corpses falling from the sky. Looking carefully, it was Xiaoqiwei and Yulinjun of the Grand Commander.

Why did these two people die, why did they appear here, and then connect everything that happened tonight, from the death of the old general and the Taifu, to the sword that the prince stabbed King Yan, to the appearance of the poisonous man, King Yan set the prince on fire, The death of the Xiaoqiwei and the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, combined, is like a big show-forced palace.

Prince Xuanyuanche wanted to use the name of King Yan's tyranny and rebellion to force him into the palace, but what he did was watched by the sky, and what he did had already fallen into the eyes of King Yan.

"Father, my son helped you keep the dragon chair, so you don't have any rewards?"

Emperor Xuanyuan got up and gave the dragon chair to King Yan to sit alone, his deep and cold eyes met Yan Cang's indifferent eyes: "Is this good?"

"Hahaha!" King Yan laughed and collapsed on the dragon chair, his red clothes scattered, and everyone in the hall seemed to see a fire dragon about to take off.

Emperor Xuanyuan stared at that face, and said indifferently: "Monster!"

Yan Cang's laughter stopped suddenly, and the long and narrow eyes shot out the light of hatred—this person really never regarded himself as his son, even for a moment, in his and their hearts, he was a monster born from the ashes.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spewed out from Yan Cang's mouth, Emperor Xuanyuan refused to avoid it, and the bright yellow dragon robe was stained with a dazzling red.

"So, very good!" Yan Cang smiled miserably, and his body flew out suddenly, leaving only a flash of red light in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the Unemployed Palace burst into flames, and a fire burned down his only nostalgia in this palace.

So far, there is no more King Yan in Yan Country!

On Yuji Mountain, Yuji Zhenjun, who had been sleeping for 500 years, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Dragon Lord!" His voice was anxious, and the scene of Yan Cang disappearing before his eyes was still in his mind.

When the fairy boy on duty saw him wake up, he was overjoyed immediately, and ran around shouting, "Zhenjun wakes up, Zhenjun wakes up!"

A ray of white light projected in front of the couch, and the Zen Ancient Master stroked his beard with a smile, swept his consciousness, and said, "Fortunately, the primordial spirit has stabilized, and we must remember not to mess around again in the future."

Qing Lan sat up, not knowing when it was tonight: "Master, how long have I been asleep?"

"Not long, not long ago, but only 500 years."

"500 years?" Qing Lan frowned slightly, she actually slept for 500 years, that Dragon Lord Yancang...

Zen Ancient God shook his head: "Hey, after 500 years of reincarnation practice, that kid managed to reunite his soul under the nourishment of the dragon soul of the mortal emperor, and now he cut off the dragon vein in his body to repay the favor of rebirth. Stubborn, stubborn, all cultivation is gone!"

Qing Lan didn't feel it was a pity: "He doesn't belong to the mortal world. After this catastrophe, he just broke up with the mortal world. As long as the soul is reunited, the broken dragon vein can be repaired. By the way, master, what does the emperor say?"

"I have sworn before the Emperor of Heaven that if Yan Cang can't overcome the calamity and ascend, he must..."

"Thank you, master!" Qing Lan knew that in order to win this opportunity for Yan Cang, his master must have been coerced by the Emperor of Heaven again.

The Master Changu looked at Qinglan with serious eyes: "Disciple, do you know what the teacher saw in the sky-peeping mirror? If Yan Cang still fell into the devil's way in the end, by then, the teacher would not be able to protect him." How long can you protect him?"

"Yujishan has a thousand-year friendship. I know what kind of person Yan Cang is. Master, I don't care what kind of secrets you have seen. I only know that no one is willing to become a demon. I can't give up on him. This time, I will Help him ascend to immortality."

"But what should you do about his love for you?"

According to legend, the Jade Muscle True Monarch was transformed from a thousand-year-old cold jade, left a thousand-year name, and kept ten thousand years of loneliness.

"Love?" Qing Lan looked at Zen Ancient God with a calm gaze: "What kind of love?"

The God Chan Gu was startled, and his divine consciousness came out again, only to find that someone had erased part of Qinglan's memory while his primordial spirit was unstable.

He remembered everything, but he didn't remember Yan Cang's deep affection for him, and Yan Cang's heart-pounding words "I want Qinglan" in Jiuchongtian.It was a very ingenious technique, and the incomplete memory was repaired and perfected. No wonder Qing Lan didn't realize that something was wrong.

The author has something to say: Yan Cang: Mouqian, who has lost all conscience, get out of here.

A shallow yawn: What are you doing, I just hugged the hunk...

Yan Cang: You are ashamed to say, let me first let my soul and spirit be destroyed, I will not talk about it, this deity thinks it is very domineering, but, this deity has finally reincarnated for 500 years, and I have not seen my Qinglan yet, and you let me exhaust my dragon veins again Cut off, how can I practice?How can I play cool in front of Qing Lan?

Mouqian: Stupid, don't make you crippled, be pitiful, you are Qinglan willing to see you, hurry up, give it to your mother? (°?‵?′??)

Yan Cang: You made him forget me.

A shallow: Wrong, I just forgot that you coveted other people's chrysanthemums, among the fighting insects...