Chapter 1067 The sea of blood descends on the imperial palace
"Ah!"
"Why? This is the imperial crown of my Yanshi family!"
The Flame Emperor's Son roared crazily, smashed things, and roared.
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 Hiroyu 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 Clan who was covered in scars and had a weak breath walked into the hall. Seeing this scene, he felt a little frightened 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."
Emperor Yanliu said calmly.
"The emperor's son, the small world of Huangsha..."
"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 Clan 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. All for the sake of 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.
"The sand is overflowing!"
"King Sha Yi!"
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? Ah?"
The Flame Emperor was furious and didn't listen to Qingyan's words at all. He took out a flaming halberd and smashed it down on Qingyan's face. His murderous intent was cold and completely different from the friendly gesture just now.
"Death!"
"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 Nascent Soul 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.
The souls of immortal creatures have been constantly 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 looked 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 son asked in a hoarse voice: "If I surrender to Sokora, will he let me go?"
He was desperate and willing to pay a heavy price.
"No."
"Nothing is possible."
The tall horned demon emperor king said indifferently: "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 reincarnation, where the weak die and the strong prosper."
The tall king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan said slowly: "In the past, the great emperor killed his opponents in this way and married the emperor's daughter of the enemy family. This is your mother who died long ago."
"In the past, emperors and empresses were always depressed. 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 am not willing to accept it!"
"Akong is not a strong person at all!"
The Emperor Yanliu roared uncontrollably: "He just relies on the guards of the Three Thousand Ancient Emperors family. How can he be stronger than me?!"
"If it's really a one-on-one fight, I have at least a 30% chance of winning!"
"If a family is strong, it is also strong!"
"There is no need for any excuses. Since your talent and talents are not strong enough to overcome the gap, and you have not been able to win this opportunity that the emperor has fought for for you, then you have to accept your fate!"
The tall king of the Horned Demon Imperial Tribe said in a deep voice: "Emperor, please rest assured, there is also a paradise in the underworld. Your loyal servants and I will follow you there. You will have endless sorrow and glory, and you will not be lonely."< br>
"In the underworld, you are also the emperor's son."
"Ridiculous."
"The underworld, how can there be any underworld..."
The Flame Emperor's son laughed miserably.
The tall king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan stopped talking and did not answer any of his questions.
There was silence in the palace.
"Oh?"
Suddenly, the eyes of Demon Mountain, the king of the Demon Rock Clan, and Shen Shan, the king of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, all moved and looked towards the horizon.
On the horizon, a blood cloud appeared in the sea of flowers!
The blood cloud gradually spread towards the Pink Imperial Palace of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. The overwhelming murderous intention and bloody aura enveloped the entire palace bit by bit. The murderous intention in it was not concealed. It was domineering, as if it wanted to slaughter the whole world. Only living creatures are willing to give up.
Under the endless blood cloud, a blood-robed Taoist with white hair like snow and an enchanting and handsome appearance walked towards this side with his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Who!?"
"Who?"
Outside the palace, the loyal slave guards shouted fiercely. Without permission to let him go, they all went to war and surrounded and killed him without hesitation.
"Ah..."
I saw a flower of blood blooming among the guards.
The guards of the Demon Rock Clan, the guards of the Tiger Clan, the guards of the Fox Clan, and even a few guards of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, whoever tried to stop them were all pierced by a bloody sword energy, their foreheads were broken open, and they were covered in blood. The soul was absorbed and turned into more crimson blood and returned to the blood-robed Taoist.
Every time the Taoist in Blood Robe walked, thousands of creatures died, turning into blood souls and returning to him one after another, bloody and terrifying.
"Blood River King?"
"You, a lost dog, dare to show off your power in front of the emperor without hiding properly. Do you think that you can humiliate the emperor when he is defeated?"
The King of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, King Chenshan, sneered and stepped forward with heavy steps: "Emperor, I heard that blood monks have the most vivid hearts and the most flexible bodies, and are the most suitable to be refined into tomb-suppressing beasts."
"Let's see what I get for you, so that you can drive it in the underworld for your leisure as a cockfighting dog."
(End of chapter)