Marquis of Grand Xia

In the Three Imperial City, there was a lot of wind, and in front of the Thirteenth Prince's Mansion, a horse-drawn carriage was rumbling.

The battle for imperial power has been brutal for generations. However, the rewards after the risk still make countless people rush.

Missing the major inheritance of the three-legged momentum, now finally seizing the opportunity once again, sending the charcoal in the snow, hoping to occupy a place in the future battle for imperial power.

The thirteen crown prince's house, the door was opened, the visitors did not refuse, a group of guests came in and out, looking forward to coming, and returning with satisfaction.

In the palace of the king, I saw the Yin Ji from various forces going to the door with my own eyes. The shocking color in my eyes was hard to hide. Although I was mentally prepared, the facts before me were still unbelievable.

In just one day, no less than ten forces came and expressed willingness to be loyal.

"Well, can Prince Ben say something wrong?"

As the sun sets, the last group of guests leave, Ning Chen gets up, looks out of the hall, and calmly says, "There is a famous saying in my hometown that one person can say that the chickens and dogs are ascending to heaven. Today, all the forces coming are expecting In the future, this Prince will be able to inherit the royal lineage. By then, when they send charcoal in the snow today, they will become an opportunity for them to fly. "

Yin Ji was silent, and her Yin Hai Ghost Prison did indeed hold the same purpose. The icing on the cake is not as good as giving away the snow. Although the thirteenth prince is now the weakest of the three princes, the background and potential are definitely not inferior Prince, once he succeeds in inheriting Datong in the future, the benefits that Guizu can get will be limitless.

"Yin Ji"

Ning Chen turned and looked at the cold and charming woman in front of him, smiling, "Sooner or later you will know how wise your choice is today."

In the original Demon Realm, the Western battlefield, and before the Demon Camp, Xuan Zhen looked at the secret report sent from the Three Emperors City, and looked gloomy and abnormal.

Thirteen, it really came to today.

Longitudinal tigers return to the mountain and eventually become a big problem.

In the rear, the tenth empress Xuanyue came and said calmly, "Brother Elder seems not very happy, is it for the thirteenth brother?"

"Ten sisters thought about it for a while."

Xuan Zhen calmed his mind and said indifferently, "Thirteen younger brothers have merit in peace talks, and it is a matter of course to be given the nine king beads. As a brother, I will only be happy for him."

Xuanyue smiled and looked at the direction of the army of the Holy Land in front of him, saying, "Big Brother, what we should most consider now is how to deal with the attack of the Holy Land. As for the Imperial City, there are three Devil Emperors sitting in the town, without us worry."

Xuan Zhen heard the words, flashing cold in his eyes, not much to say.

Old thirteen was awarded the nine king beads, such a big happy event, he, as a brother, should also express it.

In the northern continent, snowflakes are scattered, and the early winter is coming. The entire north is obliterated by heavy snow, and it is completely white everywhere.

The sacred place of the Wu people, the ancient central altar, the witch's heavenly heart is standing still, gazing at the distance, deducing the heaven and earth day and night.

The thirteenth prince asked for reconciliation, which was not within the previous plan. What she did not expect was that the master would agree.

The five royal families teamed up to punish the demons, and the stone clan suffered a defeat. It is difficult to threaten the southeast territory in a short period of time. If her witch tribe retreats, the scourge will be defeated soon.

Although the Western Sanctuary still has an advantage, the relatives of the Celestial Devil Royals are still quite different.

After several days of deduction, it was difficult to distinguish the heaven and earth. Tianxin retracted his gaze and looked back to the rear temple. The beautiful face flashed tiredness.

Master, what are you and the 13th prince thinking about?

The Mausoleum of the Matriarch, surrounded by sorrows, a faceless old lady standing in the temple quietly, the body that had been few in Shouyuan is now more dry.

In front of Gouhuang, the heavenly demon performs martial arts, and the perfect heavenly demon nine changes, making people see no flaws.

Inheriting countless years, the ever-improving secrets of the demons and imperial clan have been perfected, and even the emperor of the witch clan, who is a strong emperor, cannot find a flaw.

Gouhuang's face is getting old, and the secret of the witch is used to degenerate the heavens.

For half a month, Gouhuang did not take another half step out of the temple. She knew that the longer the current situation was, the more likely the five royal families would fail.

At the same time, the three imperial cities and the thirteen crown prince's mansion, every day, the people who come to the house of worship are endless. The Prince's mansion with the door wide open, regardless of the size of the power, or the adultery, the comers do not Refused.

In just a few days, the thirteen princes, who had not had enough foundations, grew rapidly.

For the thirteenth prince so blatantly companion, the two devil emperors chose to turn a blind eye, letting some wait-and-see forces see clues and choose to stand in line.

In the palace of the third prince, in the palace of the king, Xuan Qing listened quietly to the return of the four entrances, and there was no smile in the cold look.

Judging from the attitudes of the two devil emperors, it is obvious that they want to support the elder thirteen to contend with him, but they do not worry about the trouble of raising tigers. In the future, will they be unable to control this fierce tiger that they raised in person?

In the thirteenth Prince's Mansion, Ning Chen and Yin Ji sat together, and despite the changes in the imperial city, the mansion remained calm and peaceful.

"Is your lord not worried at all?"

With black chess in hand, Yin Ji who walks first is hesitant and cannot see the whole picture.

"Is there anything to worry about, the current situation is not very clear?"

Ning Chen's fall, and the tendency to drive away the tiger and eat the wolf gradually became clear. Just like the imperial city and the world, no matter how the chessboard situation changes, the real deciding person will always be the one who falls.

Looking at the calm look of the thirteen princes in front of him, the hesitation on Yin Ji's face decreased a little, and the black son fell in his hand, aggressive.

At this moment, outside the gate, the magic energy surging, a familiar figure appeared, the whole body was full of magic energy, bound to the long wooden box, attracting attention.

Xuan Luo reappeared, his left hand returned, and the long box of Aoki flew out from his back, and he flew to Prince Fuzhong.

"His Royal Highness, this is the congratulatory gift of His Royal Highness. If you dare to take it, it depends on the guts of His Highness."

In front of the mansion, Xuan Luo looked at the plain-clothed young man in the crown prince's mansion and said indifferently.

"In this world, there is no congratulatory gift that this prince dare not accept."

In the crown prince's palace, Ning Chen responded lightly, immediately set off, and got up.

In the courtyard, Aoki long box is inserted in the earth, the magic energy is surging, and the terrifying coercion is looming and frightening.

Ning Chen stepped forward and pressed his right hand against the wooden box. With a firm pressure, the wooden box shattered.

But in the sawdust flying across the sky, a black magic sword appeared, and the terrifying evil spirit surged and spread rapidly.

"This sword, Mo Yuan, heard that His Royal Highness the Good Sword of the Thirteen, and His Royal Highness sent this thing, but whether his Highness is related to this sword depends on His strength." Xuan Luo sneered.

All the three imperial cities, a prince, Gui Zhou, looked at the direction of the thirteen princes' houses, all with dignified expressions.

The two princes are finally going to confront each other. Who is better?

The crown prince has been in the king's realm for a long time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The cultivation is unfathomable, even though the entire Celestial Royal Family is also an absolute strong.

In comparison, the 13th prince's cultivation time is still short. Even with the help of the nine king beads, the power temporarily reaches the realm of the king, but there should be a big gap compared to the prince.

However, there is no absolute in everything. Judging from the fact that the thirteenth prince took over the sword of the fourth prince that day, the strength of the thirteenth prince cannot be measured by common sense.

In the attention of all parties, in the thirteenth prince's palace, Ning Chen raised his hand to hold the sword and touched it for a moment. The magic energy contained on the magic sword exploded madly, and the entire sword body crack appeared and quickly spread.

The next moment, a shocking scene happened, Mo Yuan's magic sword crashed into pieces, and the terrifying impact swayed away, devouring everything around him.

(End of this chapter)