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Chapter 1067: Sea of ​​Blood Descends upon the Imperial Palace

"what!"

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

The Emperor of Flame roared madly, smashing things and roaring continuously.

The sound echoed in the empty palace.

In this palace, there are two kings standing quietly.

Among them was a pitch-black magic stone giant as heavy as a mountain. He was none other than the Mountain, the patriarch of the Magic Rock Clan and a loyal servant of the Flame Stone Clan. Even at this moment, he still stood there humbly and respectfully, listening carefully to everything his master said.

The other is a king of the Horned Demon Emperor clan with a strong body and a thick horn on his head.

He looked at the mad Emperor Yanliu coldly without saying anything.

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

This is the order of Emperor Yanshi.

When the emperor's son dies, there will be a hero and a king who will be buried with him.

pat.

A general-level monk from the Demon Rock Clan, who was covered in scars and had a weak breath, walked into the hall. Upon seeing this scene, he felt a little frightened and stammered, not daring to speak.

"Qingyan, your name is Qingyan, right?"

"You are the son of the Mountain."

Emperor Yanliu suddenly recovered from his madness and said in a soft and kind voice, "What's the matter? Tell me, don't be afraid."

He had always treated the son of the most loyal general under his command with kindness and care, which made many slave kings grateful and call him the son of the wise emperor.

"Emperor's son..."

Qingyan's eyes instantly turned red, with tears welling up in them.

Throughout his life, he was taught to be loyal to his master, and he was indeed loyal to his master. He took these as his life goals and was happy or sad for his master's life and death, honor and disgrace.

"Go ahead."

Emperor Yanliu said calmly.

"Emperor's son, the Yellow Sand World..."

"The Yellow Sand World has been lost!"

Qing Yan burst into tears and said, "Lord King Sha Yi has surrendered to the enemy. I was lucky enough to escape and came here to report to the emperor's son..."

King Sha Yi, the king of the Yanshi family.

Qingyan is truly sad.

The Moyan clan is ranked ninth among the slave clans. All of this is deeply tied to the Yanshi clan and the bloodline of Emperor Yanshi. For this, they have offended countless people, including many people from the Horned Demon Emperor clan, all for the glory of Emperor Yanshi.

Once Emperor Yanshi is gone, I'm afraid the entire Demon Rock clan will be wiped out.

"Sha Yi!"

"King Sha Yi!"

Emperor Yanliu suddenly became furious and said, "You are the king of the family, the king of the family!"

"Why did you betray me?"

He roared madly, and the demeanor of a virtuous emperor that he had barely maintained was instantly broken. His expression was ferocious and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Emperor's son, now we can only..."

Qingyan murmured.

"And you!"

"Why didn't you die in the Yellow Sand World? Huh?"

The Emperor of Flame Flow was furious and didn't listen to anything Qing Yan said. He took out a flaming halberd and smashed it down on Qing Yan's head. His murderous intent was cold and cold, which was completely different from his friendly attitude just now.

"die!"

"Die!"

"You useless dog!"

"Emperor's son..."

Qingyan screamed in horror.

He instinctively wanted to resist. This was the instinct of a Nascent Soul cultivator, no matter how loyal he was.

At this moment, a pressure as heavy as a mountain fell on Qingyan, making him unable to move at all.

Qingyan was instantly in despair.

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

He then showed a miserable look and gave up all resistance.

boom!
The flaming halberd fell and smashed Qingyan into a pile of black rubble. The soul was destroyed, many rocks turned into powder, and many rocks turned into magma. There was no breath left.

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

"You damned dog!" "Bitch!"

The Emperor of Flame Flow held the flaming halberd with his hand, panting. It seemed that just that short movement had consumed a huge amount of strength, and he could barely stand steadily.

The souls of immortal beings are constantly honed and grow. While they possess great power, their strength seems to decline as their hearts become turbulent, declining, and desperate.

The few living beings in the palace looked at Emperor Yanliu quietly without giving any advice.

The dying man,

What else can I say to him?

Emperor Yanliu vented his anger, and gradually, a look of gloom and despair appeared on his face.

"Seventh Uncle,"

Emperor Yanliu asked in a hoarse voice, "If I surrender to Cangkong, will he let me go?"

He was desperate and willing to pay a heavy price.

"will not."

"There is no possibility."

The tall Horned Demon Emperor said indifferently: "The Emperor's Crown needs the blood of the Emperor's Son to be complete. A crown without the blood of the Emperor's Son is not enough."

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

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

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

"This is a cycle, a cycle where the weak die and the strong thrive."

The tall king of the Horned Demon Emperor said slowly: "In the past, the emperor killed his enemies in this way and married the daughter of the enemy family. This is your mother who passed away long ago."

"In the past, the emperor and empress were always unhappy. This is the reason."

The two emperors' sons and daughters both dormant for tens of thousands of years, and then began to grow up in the old age of Emperor Yanshi.

"No, I'm not reconciled!"

"Cangkong is not a strong man at all!"

The Emperor Yanliu roared in a panic: "He is just relying 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!"

"If the family is strong, then that's also strong!"

"No need for any excuses. Since your talent and ability are not strong enough to overcome the gap, and you failed to seize this opportunity that the emperor fought for you, you must accept your fate!"

The tall king of the Horned Demon Emperor said in a deep voice: "Please rest assured, my son, there is also a paradise in the underworld. Your loyal servants and I will follow you there. You will have endless mourning and glory, and you will not be lonely."

"In the underworld, you are also the emperor's son."

"ridiculous."

"The underworld, there is no such thing as the underworld..."

Emperor Yanliu laughed miserably.

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

There was silence in the palace.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, the eyes of Moshan, the king of the Moyan tribe, and Chenshanwang, the king of the Horned Demon Emperor tribe, all moved and looked towards the horizon.

In the sky, a blood cloud appeared among the sea of ​​flowers!

The blood cloud slowly spread towards the pink palace of the Horned Demon Emperor. The overwhelming murderous intent and bloody aura enveloped the entire palace little by little, without concealing the murderous intent and domineering intent, as if it would not stop until all living beings in the world were slaughtered.

Under the endless blood cloud, a Taoist priest in a blood-red robe with snow-white hair and a strange and handsome appearance walked towards this side with his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"who!?"

"who?"

Outside the palace, the loyal slave guards shouted loudly and without hesitation surrounded and killed the enemy, each with their weapons in hand, as they did not get permission to pass.

"what……"

I saw a flower of blood blooming 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 through by the blood-colored sword energy. Their foreheads were cut open, and their essence, blood, and soul were absorbed, turning into even deeper red blood energy and returning to the Blood-Robed Taoist.

With every step the blood-robed Taoist took, thousands of lives died and turned into blood souls that returned to his side, a bloody and terrifying scene.

"Blood River King?"

"You are a lost dog. You don't even hide yourself properly, but you dare to show off in front of the emperor's son. Do you think you can humiliate the emperor's son just because he is about to lose?"

The king of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, King Shen Shan, sneered and stepped forward with heavy steps: "Son of the Emperor, I heard that the hearts and livers of Blood Dao cultivators are the freshest, and their bodies are the most flexible, so they are most suitable for being refined into tomb guardian beasts."

"Look, I've got it for you to use in the underworld, to do cockfighting and running around."

(End of this chapter)