The woman cowered, her eyes were distracted, and she shook her head, "I, I'm just a cheap slave, I don't know Lan'er..."
"Lan'er, are you kidding? I'm Langmu!" Langmu clenched his fists and spotted a few familiar figures from the crowd, and could only sigh helplessly.
"Sir, these are the people who were kidnapped back then. They were still children at the time..."
At this point, Langmu couldn't bear to talk any more.
Yuan Wen didn't have many emotional fluctuations. Although he was a descendant of an old general, after so many years, he really didn't have much emotion.
He raised his head and looked directly at the sixth floor, where the royal palace was, through the light.
"Follow up."
It was such a concise and concise statement that left no room for doubt. When Xuan Ye saw Yuan Wen rushing to the upper level, he had no intention of getting into this muddy water. However, the guards guarding the city had received the news and rushed in, including many monks in the Hunling Stage.
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He grabbed Langmu and followed him with a vertical jump.
Although they were just passing by in a hurry, it was not difficult to see that on the second floor, they were all the promiscuous women just now, accompanying the guards who were more luxuriously dressed, singing and dancing, drinking and talking.
The same is true for the upper floors, but the identities of the people hosting them are different.
When they reached the sixth floor, the guards standing around immediately surrounded them. Before they could get close, Yuan Wen raised his hand and killed him.
Seeing the blood splattered all over the floor, the lingering crowd immediately panicked and rushed towards the main hall.
Compared to the bottom, this floor is more like a wine pool and a forest of meat, with a smell of debauchery everywhere.
"Pistol!" Yuan Wen cursed lowly and walked towards the throne in the main hall, as if the master had returned.
"Who is so bold and dares to break into the king's palace!"
Xuan Ye followed the sound and saw an old man wearing a purple cloud and red robe with gray hair sitting slumped on the steps, holding a wine bottle in his hand, looking confused.
"You, it's you! You... hiccup... you're not dead yet!" The old man pointed at Yuan Wen, staggered up and said with a smile: "What are you doing here? This world has changed hands a long time ago!
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Yuan Wen trembled, and the invisible anger made everyone around him tremble.
Even Xuan Ye, who has been following him for so long, has never seen him so angry. At the same time, he is also curious about the identity of the old man. Judging from his aura, his cultivation level is definitely not inferior to his.
"Uncle Thirteenth Emperor, it's you!"
Yuan Wen uttered a word coldly, never expecting that the person occupying his old position would be his old uncle!
"Yes, it's me. But I'm not your imperial uncle anymore. I'm now... hiccup... the prince of Yunzhou!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Wen's dissipated energy suddenly moved, and the dust waves stirred up, causing cracks to appear on the jade stones on the ground. He said coldly: "Say it again!"
"I... am the prince of Yunzhou! You remnant of the party, don't make any mistakes. Come on, take it, take it!"
Facing the surrounding guards, Yuan Wen snorted coldly, swiped his magic pen, and with just the strength to throw away, he killed them, leaving a deep mark on the surrounding giant pillars.
"You should know very well what kind of cultivation I am. Are you sure someone can stop me here?"
Yuan Wen stepped forward and asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, why did you take the position of prince and sit under this enemy who destroyed my entire clan? Yuan Ji, tell me!"
Yuan Ji chuckled a few times, took a sip of wine, and slumped back on the throne, "Yuan Tianlin, Yuan Tianlin, why are you still so brainless? Yunji must die. In order to survive, I naturally have no choice but to open the city.
Welcome them in. It doesn't matter who becomes the emperor anyway? Can't I just be a prince?"
"Damn you!" Yuan Wen waved his magic pen and threw out a burst of energy, but was blocked by another burst of energy.
"Prince Linchuan, my subordinates are late to escort you."
A tall, muscular man wearing golden clothes and armor walked out of the shadows, holding a long knife in his hand, but he was a martial artist.
Yuan Ji had already known that this man was in the dark, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand, "Meng An, you'd better lure him out and beat him, I can't stand the trouble here!"
"I obey the order." Meng An held out his long sword, and his aura suddenly changed, like an evil tiger waiting to pounce.
"Sword power?" Yuan Wen snorted coldly, but turned to look at Xuan Ye, "I'll leave this small role to you."
Xuan Ye was stunned and said with a wry smile: "I'm just a slave. Why do you have the nerve to let me do it?"
"Stop talking nonsense, deal with him, and I will help you nourish the demonic fire in your body."
Yuan Wen was not in the mood to pay attention to anyone else at the moment. All he could see was the old man on the throne. How could this little uncle who used to play under his knees become like this!
Xuan Ye immediately became interested when he heard that it could nourish demon fire. The growth rate of the fire heart in his body was so slow that it might not be able to be used in a few years, but Jiang Ningyue's condition could no longer be used.
Drag it.
He immediately sacrificed the jade dragon hair and stood between Meng An and Yuan Wen.
"Oh? You actually have followers. I thought they were all dead. Or they were locked up underground in the imperial city and tortured into madness." Yuan Ji laughed strangely.
These words undoubtedly touched Yuan Wen's back, but he did not take action immediately because he noticed something strange about the old man.
On the other side, Xuan Ye has already fought against Meng An. The opponent is in the late stage of Hunling and is not bad at strength. Especially his sword skills are extremely domineering. Without him noticing, a gash was cut on his shoulder.
The two fought from one side of the hall to the light well, then broke through the barrier and fought into the air. With the space, they could use their hands and feet more freely.
Xuan Ye ran his magic pen and thought of the golden dragon released by Yuan Wen during the battle with Yan Lin that day. He also tried to condense it into something, but found it difficult to succeed.
It wasn't until Meng An came that the rioting pen changed slightly. He quickly projected it out, transformed into a dragon head, and rushed over, knocking Meng An dozens of meters away.
Xuan Ye was overjoyed. After trying so many times, he finally succeeded. Although there was only one dragon head, it was very powerful.
When using the Wandering Spirit Technique in the past, it was just a matter of condensing gas. But this time, it has a bit of charm.
Although it is just a little bit, it is completely different. Being formless and without spirit is the worst. Being tangible and without spirit can simulate thousands of things, but the essence cannot be achieved.
But the most difficult part is the step of becoming tangible and spiritual. This charm can be a matter of chance or coincidence, or it may be difficult to realize in a lifetime.
After Meng An stabilized his figure, a look of shock appeared on his face, but it disappeared immediately. He raised the long knife in his hand and flew out again.
"Three styles of overlord sword, Overlord Slash!"
Xuan Ye looked at the invisible sword force flowing in the air, and was suddenly startled, and hurriedly dodged to avoid it.
However, the opponent refused to give up and swung three swords in a row. Each sword was like a tiger's claw, seemingly invisible, but in fact it was extremely sharp and had no flaws.
After swinging the knife three times in a row, Meng An pretended to take a breath, but suddenly struck again. The force of the knife was as sharp as the wind passing over Xuan Ye's shoulder, and blood immediately splashed up.
In the tower, Yuan Ji looked at this scene and couldn't help but sneer. "Meng An is the general who defends the city. He has entered the late stage of Hunling for several decades and will soon enter the half-element. That servant of yours is only in the middle stage of Hunling. What can you do with him?
He fights? If you don’t want to be short of an errand boy, you’d better do it yourself. Don’t worry, I know what you’re capable of and you can’t escape!”
Yuan Wen snorted coldly, glanced at the battle situation in the air, and didn't care at all. "How can I defeat that kid in the late Hunling stage?"
Yuan Ji took a sip of wine and sighed again. "You are still as arrogant as before, but arrogance has to pay a price. Just like this time, you came back alone. What's the difference between you and dying?"
"Even if I die, I will not bow to those traitors!" Yuan Wen's words were naturally referring to the people in the seat.
Yuan Ji smiled slightly, said nothing more, and continued to look into the air.
In a short period of time, Xuan Ye was hit by two more knives. Fortunately, he dodged in time and suffered only minor injuries. He looked at the broken clothes and saw that the places where they had been slashed were slowly healing. Only then did he realize that the martial arts despised by the world
Xiu is not as weak as he thought.
"I think so, it's not the cultivation method that's weak, it's just the person." He chuckled lightly, turned his head to avoid the sword attack, and his spiritual pen moved around the sky, spreading out faint ink marks.
Then he walked on the wind, and the pen body trembled slightly, turning into a two-meter-long heavy sword, and at the same time, the power of the bright moon was hidden in it.
"The sky and the moon are flashing, the third style!"
Xuan Ye's body sank and he crouched, holding the heavy sword at his waist. At first glance, it looked like he was drawing a sword to strike!
"Chi!"
There was an angry sound, and a swift shadow flew past at a speed that was dizzying.
Meng An could hardly catch Xuan Ye's figure and could only throw out the sword based on his feeling. However, the moment the long sword was thrown out, he felt an extremely powerful force.
Although he just tapped the blade lightly, the entire blade trembled violently, and the hand holding the blade suddenly exploded, causing his arms to tremble in pain.
But Meng An did not dare to abandon his sword. If the sword is with the person, the person will die with the sword. This is a truth that every swordsman knows.
However, at the next moment, his body suddenly froze, and he looked at the knife in his hand, slowly cracking open and making a harsh shattering sound.
With a "bang" sound, the blade broke into pieces and turned into sparkling pieces of light that floated away.
Xuan Ye also appeared a little further away. The winner was decided. He took Mo Feng away and flew towards the tower.
Meng An looked at the young man and suddenly felt a pain in his heart. When he looked down, the golden armor in front of him had broken into pieces, and bright red blood burst out from the gaps.
With the fall of Jin Jia, the people in the palace were already empty. Yuan Wen also lost his last patience, walked to the throne, pinched Yuan Ji's throat with one hand, and asked in a cold voice: "You have no shelter anymore, it's time to tell me the truth.
Bar!"
"Wen'er, promise your uncle something."
The sudden change made Yuan Wen stiffen, and suddenly he felt angry, and the force on his hand became a little heavier, "You have no right to call me that! You traitor!"
Yuan Ji's face turned blue after being pinched, but the smile on his face did not diminish. "Kill me and you will be forgiven. But... I still have a daughter, let her go..."
"Daughter?" Yuan Wen relaxed slightly, but the anger on his face did not fade much. "How do you deserve a daughter? How do you deserve a daughter when you give up the country of your ancestors?"
"Don't hurt my father!"
Yuan Wen stared intently, and suddenly paused. The face in front of him was so familiar? Until the woman stepped forward, her frowning look was so similar to that of his princess.
He suddenly thought of something and almost fell to the ground. His eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Whose daughter is this from you!?"
Yuan Ji smiled bitterly and said calmly: "Yes, I defiled your princess. This is my and Yunmeng's daughter!"