A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"ah!"

"Why? This is the imperial crown of my Yanshi family!"

The Flame Emperor's son roared crazily, kept smashing things, and kept roaring.

The sound echoed in the empty palace.

In this palace, there are two kings standing quietly.

Among them is a dark magic stone giant as heavy as a mountain. He is the leader of the Demon Rock Clan, Demon Mountain, and a loyal servant of the Flame Stone Clan. Even at this moment, he is still standing humbly and respectfully, listening carefully to any words of his master.

The other is a king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan with a majestic body and a thick horn on his head.

He stared at the mad Emperor Hiroki indifferently and said nothing.

This is King Chenshan of the Yanshi family and the biological uncle of the Yanliu Emperor. He will not betray and will die with the Yanliu Emperor.

This is the order of Emperor Yanshi.

When an emperor's son dies, there must be a prodigy, a hero, and a king who will be buried.

Snap.

A monk from the Demonic Rock Tribe with a body covered with scars and a weak breath walked into the hall. When he saw this scene, he felt a little frightened in his heart and murmured without daring to speak.

"Qingyan, your name is Qingyan, right?"

"You are the son of the Mountain."

The Flame Emperor suddenly recovered from his madness and said in a soft and friendly voice: "What's the matter? Just tell me. Don't be afraid."

This son of the most loyal general under his command had always been treated kindly and cared for, which made many slave kings shed tears of gratitude and call him the son of a good emperor.

"The Emperor's son..."

Qingyan's eyes turned red instantly, with faint tears.

Throughout his life, he has been taught to be loyal to his master, and he is indeed loyal to his master. He regards these as his life goals and is happy and sad for his master's life and death, honor and disgrace.

"Say it."

The Flame Emperor's son said calmly.

"Emperor's son, Huangsha Xiaojie..."

"The small world of yellow sand has been lost!"

Qingyan burst into tears and said: "Your Majesty, King Sha Yi, surrendered to the enemy, but his subordinates escaped by chance and came to report to the emperor..."

King Sha Yi, the king of the Yanshi family.

Qingyan is truly sad.

The Demon Rock Clan is ranked ninth among the Slave Clan. All of this is deeply tied to the Flame Stone Family and the bloodline of the Flame Stone Emperor. For this reason, they have offended countless people, including many people from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, and they are all doing it for the Flame Stone. The glory of the emperor.

Once Emperor Yanshi is gone, I am afraid that the entire Demonic Rock clan will be wiped out.

"Sha Yi!"

"King Shayi!"

The Emperor Yanliu suddenly said angrily: "You are the king of the family, the king of the family!"

"Why betray me?"

He yelled crazily, and the virtuous emperor's demeanor he barely maintained was instantly shattered. His expression was ferocious and his eyes were blood red.

"Emperor, now we can only..."

Qingyan groaned.

"And you!"

"Why don't you die in the small world of Huangsha? Huh?"

The Flame Emperor's son was furious and didn't listen to Qingyan's words at all. He took out a flaming halberd and smashed it towards Qingyan. His murderous intent was cold and completely different from the friendly gesture just now.

"die!"

"Die!"

"You useless piece of shit!"

"The Emperor's son..."

Qingyan screamed in horror.

He instinctively wants to resist. This is the instinct of a Yuanying-level monk, no matter how loyal he is.

At this time, a heavy pressure as heavy as a mountain fell on Qing Yan, making him unable to move at all.

Qingyan was instantly desperate.

He looked at the mountain-like shadow in the corner of the palace, his father.

He immediately showed a miserable expression and gave up all resistance.

boom!

The flaming halberd fell, splitting the green rock into a pile of pitch-black gravel, and the soul was extinguished. Many rocks turned into powder, and many rocks turned into magma, without any breath anymore.

The remaining intact jet-black stones can be used as the fourth-level top-level magic shadow stone and become the owner's collection of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

"You damn bitch!"

"Bitch!"

The Flame Emperor's son held the flame halberd with his hand, panting. This short movement seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, and he could not stand steadily.

Immortal creatures, their souls have been continuously tempered and grown, and they have great power. At the same time, it seems that with the turmoil of the inner lake, decline and despair, their strength has also declined.

Several creatures in the palace stared at the Flame Emperor's son quietly without giving any advice.

The dying person,

What can you say to him?

The Flame Emperor's son vented his anger, and gradually, a look of gray despair appeared on his face.

"Uncle Seven,"

The Flame Emperor's voice was hoarse as he asked, "If I surrender to Sokora, will he let me go?"

He was desperate and willing to pay a heavy price.

"Won't."

"No chance."

The tall horned demon emperor king said coldly: "The crown of the emperor needs the blood of the emperor to be complete. A crown without the blood of the emperor is not enough."

"In addition, Emperor Cangkong needs to eliminate the last resistance and the last hope of our Yanshi family."

"Then, marry the Flame Flower Emperor's daughter and reach a compromise with the Emperor."

"The descendants of Emperor Cangkong and Emperor Yanhua will become the new emperor."

"This is a cycle of reincarnation, where the weak die and the strong prosper."

The tall king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan said slowly: "In the past, the emperor killed his rivals like this and married the emperor's daughter from the rival family. This is your mother who died long ago."

"In the past, the emperor and empress were depressed all year round. This is the reason."

The two sons and daughters of the emperor had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and then they began to grow in the twilight years of Emperor Yanshi.

"No, I won't give up!"

"Cangkong is not a strong man at all!"

The son of Yanliu roared in disgrace: "He just relies on the guards of the Three Thousand Ancient Emperors' family. How can his strength be stronger than mine?!"

"If it's a one-on-one fight, I have at least a 30% chance of winning!"

"The family is strong, that's also strong!"

"No need for excuses. Since your talent is not strong enough to overcome the gap, and you can't win this opportunity that the emperor has fought for you, you have to accept your fate!"

The tall king of the Horned Demon Emperor said in a deep voice: "Son of the Emperor, please rest assured, there is also a paradise in the underworld. I and your loyal servants will follow you there. You will have endless mourning and honor, and you won't be lonely."

"In the underworld, you are also the son of the emperor."

"Ridiculous."

"The underworld, where is the underworld..."

The son of Yanliu laughed bitterly.

The tall king of the Horned Demon Emperor stopped talking and did not continue to answer any of his questions.

In the palace, there was silence.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, the eyes of the king of the Moyan tribe, Moshan, and the king of the Horned Demon Emperor tribe, Shenshan, moved and looked at the horizon.

At the horizon, a blood cloud appeared in the sea of ​​flowers!

The blood cloud gradually spread to the pink palace of the Horned Demon Emperor tribe, and the overwhelming murderous intent and bloody aura gradually enveloped the entire palace, without concealing the murderous intent and overbearing, as if he would not stop until all the creatures in the world were slaughtered.

Under the endless blood cloud, a Taoist priest with white hair like snow and a beautiful and charming appearance in a blood robe came over here with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Who!?"

"Who?"

Outside the palace, the loyal slave guards shouted loudly. Without permission to leave, they held their weapons and surrounded and killed without hesitation.

"Ah..."

A blood flower bloomed among the guards.

The guards of the Demon Rock Clan, the Tiger Clan, the Fox Clan, and even a few guards of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, whoever tried to stop him, were pierced by a blood-colored sword energy, their foreheads were broken, and their essence, blood, and soul were absorbed, turning into deeper red blood energy and returning to the Blood Robe Taoist.

With every step the Blood Robe Taoist took, thousands of lives died, turning into blood souls and returning to his side, bloody and terrifying.

"Blood River King?"

"You, a stray dog, dare to show off in front of the Emperor's son without hiding properly. Do you think that you can bully the Emperor's son because he will lose?"

The King of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, King Shenshan, sneered and stepped forward with heavy steps: "Emperor's son, I heard that the hearts and livers of the Blood Dao cultivators are the freshest, and the bodies are the most flexible, which is most suitable for refining into tomb-guarding beasts."

"Look, I'll get it for you to drive in the underworld, so that you can do cockfighting and running dogs."