On a cold night, dark clouds hide the moon.

In front of Shouan Hall.

The prince rebelled and the army forced the palace.

When father and son kill each other, it is the most tragic thing in the world.

In the end, it was the emperor who was superior.

When Mu Yuan led the Qingyu Army was about to take action, a withered hand stretched out from behind, piercing his chest and destroying his heart.

Blood spurts out, dyeing the night red.

Mu Yuan looked at the bloody hand on his chest, staggered a few steps, and then laughed crazily.

In his smile, a tear fell silently from his dark eyes.

How ironic it was to be betrayed by the person he trusted the most. The hatred in Mu Yuan's heart was overwhelming, but he couldn't say a word, only his crazy laughter, which was harsh.

Behind him, Zhao Jie slowly pulled out his hand and stood silently aside, bidding farewell to his master who had been with him for twenty years.

In front of the imperial army, Emperor Shang turned around and looked at the eldest son in front of him whose heart had been destroyed. A hint of unbearability and sadness flashed in his eyes.

Finally, we got to this point.

Yuan'er, don't be reborn in the royal family in the next life.

At night, behind Mu Yuan, thousands of Qingyu troops looked at this scene, and they were all shocked. For a moment, they didn't know what to do.

No one expected that the final result would be this, that His Highness would die in the hands of one of his own people.

However, just when everyone thought that the eldest prince would die.

Variables emerge suddenly.

"Why, why!"

After laughing crazily, Mu Yuan staggered to steady his body and asked several questions in succession. Then, black air surged around his body, swallowing him up.

"This is"

In front of the imperial army, Emperor Shang saw the scene in front of him and his expression became condensed.

not good.

In front of the Qingyu Army, black energy surged across the sky, covering the sky and the moon. The gap in Mu Yuan's chest that had just been pierced by Zhao Jie quickly healed, and he was injured but not dead, like a demon.

Before anyone could react, Mu Yuan moved and was in front of Zhao Jie in an instant, thrusting his right hand straight into his chest.

Immediately, blood spattered and their eyes were blurred.

"Zhao Jie, you have been with me for twenty years. Even your heart and lungs should be warmed up. I want to taste what such a heart feels like."

Mu Yuan said something coldly, and immediately tore out his heart.

The beating heart was still warm. Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Mu Yuan put the former's heart into his mouth and started eating it in one bite.

"Your Highness..."

Zhao Jie screamed in horror, and fell down weakly. Blood continued to overflow from his heart, turning the ground beneath him completely red.

The twitching body gradually lost its temperature under the cold wind. Zhao Jie's eyes were wide open, with fear and regret in his eyes.

"Father."

After eating half of the heart, Mu Yuan took hold of his right hand and crushed the remaining half of the heart in his hand. He moved his eyes to look at his father in front of the imperial army and said softly, "My son, send your father on his way."

After saying that, Mu Yuan didn't say any more, stepped forward and quickly rushed forward.

In front of the Shou'an Palace, Emperor Shang saw his eldest son rushing towards him. His eyes darkened, murderous intent revealed in his eyes, and the intolerance and soft-heartedness he felt just now completely disappeared.

"Escort!"

On both sides, the masters of the Forbidden Army reacted and immediately stepped forward to stop him.

However, at a distance of ten feet, who can stop a demon that has entered the fifth realm?

In the blink of an eye, one by one the masters of the Forbidden Army were blown away by the demonic energy in the sky. It was difficult to stop the eldest prince who was determined to kill his father.

After a few breaths, Mu Yuan rushed to the front of Shou'an Palace, three feet in front of him, and no one could stop him.

"Father!"

Three feet away, Mu Yuan stared at the emperor in front of him, with hatred in his eyes. He moved a few minutes faster and vowed to kill the emperor in front of him.

Unexpectedly.

At this moment, from behind thousands of troops, a sharp sword came through the air, swept into the battle, and penetrated Mu Yuan's body.

The next moment, the three-foot sword came from behind the Qingyu Army. In the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the emperor, reached out and grasped the sharp sword that penetrated the eldest prince's heart, and said calmly, "I am late to save you. I hope your Majesty will forgive me."

crime."

"Not too late."

In the middle of the imperial army, Emperor Shang looked indifferent and said, "Mu Yuan intends to kill the king. The crime cannot be forgiven. Let's kill him."

"yes!"

The three-foot sword took the order, looked at the prince in front of him, and said coldly, "Your Highness, I'm sorry!"

"Offended? Do you have the ability?"

Mu Yuan looked at the sword in front of his chest, his black energy became more intense, and he forced the sword out of his heart.

Three feet apart, the two looked at each other. Mu Yuan stared coldly at the first minister of the royal family in front of him, without any fear in his eyes.

"Immortality."

Sanchijian's expression became serious when he saw the wound on the eldest prince's chest that was rapidly recovering.

It turned out that the eldest prince not only received the healing method for his legs from the demon clan, but also the rapid regeneration ability of the demon clan.

However, the demon race's regeneration ability has its limits. If the heart is destroyed, there will be no way out.

The eldest prince's regeneration ability has surpassed that of the demon clan.

strangeness.

"Netherworld."

In the middle of the imperial army, Emperor Shang gently uttered two words.

His sons are truly the best among men.

Yuan'er should have figured out the way to become Hades himself.

Regenerate quickly and become immortal.

However, it seems that it is still incomplete and not complete.

The complete body of Hades does not need to eat the heart.

There are so many human hearts and demon hearts in Yuan'er's house, it must not be just for decoration.

Moreover, the blood of Netherland is all black, but Yuan'er's blood is not like that.

In this way, Yuan'er should not be considered a Hades Land, at least, not a truly immortal Hades Land.

Thinking of this, Emperor Shang looked at the three-foot sword in the battle ahead and reminded, "Cut off its head to break the evil magic."

Between the two armies, Sanchijian heard His Majesty's reminder, his expression slightly condensed, and he turned the long sword in his hand, revealing his sharp edge.

"Father, do you really want to kill me?"

Mu Yuan said softly, the murderous intent in his dark eyes becoming more and more intense.

"Rebellion and rebellion are crimes that cannot be forgiven." Emperor Shang replied calmly.

"My son, I understand."

Mu Yuan responded, stepped forward, and rushed forward.

A three-foot sword stood in front of him. With a slash, the sword energy cut through the night sky and slashed towards the eldest prince's throat.

"boom!"

Mu Yuan waved his fist, blackness swirled around him, and he blocked the edge of the long sword with his flesh and blood body. The demonic steel skin made it difficult for the sword to hurt him.

A violent impact broke out, and Mu Yuan was knocked back several steps by the remaining force. On his right hand, blood dripped, and the stiff steel skin was forcibly broken open by the sword edge.

However, a moment later, the sword wound on Mu Yuan's right hand healed quickly, and he recovered as before in the blink of an eye.

Sanchijian frowned slightly when he saw this.

Some trouble.

In front of Shou'an Hall, the quarrel between father and son broke out again. Almost at the same time, dragon energy gathered in the sky above Fengtian Hall, and dragon roars shook the sky.

Purple energy comes from the east, and the dragon appears.

The Great Shang has been inherited for thousands of years and is invincible in the world. The power of luck gathers into a dragon to guard the palace.

However, with the invasion of the Eight Tribes of Mobei, the national destiny of Dashang was obviously not as good as before. The national destiny declined, and the power of luck in the palace also weakened significantly.

Above the sky, the dragon's body was disillusioned and uncertain, and a pair of eyes stared at the woman below, cold and ruthless.

"White Lady, you're done."

At this moment, two figures appeared outside the palace. On the left, Xiao Xiao looked at the dragon above Fengtian Palace and said.

"Should be done."
Chapter completed!