Chen Dong and Xiao Ge finished, and the four Davids felt desolate in their hearts.
"Yansheng, you are nothing!" Xiao Gejin suddenly raised his head and cursed: "More than twenty years ago, you usurped the throne of Tianjun and lied that Tianjun died of illness. You kept everyone in the dark...
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Xiao Gejin originally wanted to start a public opinion war and called on the Holy Guards at the scene to fight against Yan Sheng.
But before he could finish his words, Yan Sheng suddenly punched out, and a fierce punch came from the air and hit Xiao Gejin hard on the head.
At this moment, Xiao Ge's blood flowed from the end, like a large firework exploding.
Xiao Gejin lay on the ground and said angrily: "Everyone... everyone..."
After all, I couldn't say a word.
Everyone at the scene was shocked by Yan Sheng's strength, and the entire Holy Palace fell silent for a moment.
At this moment, the sound of clattering footsteps suddenly came from outside the Holy Palace.
"Your Majesty, what's going on?"
"Your Majesty, we are here..."
It turned out that the Shangsan tribe and the commanders had received the news and brought people to reinforce them.
In Tianjun's original plan, after he killed Yan Sheng, he could say to these people: "I'm out of seclusion, I'm back."
But now, Tianjun is lying on the ground, and Yansheng is standing upright.
Yan Sheng's face darkened and he immediately said: "Close the door, quickly!"
With quick eyesight and quick hands, several captains quickly rushed to the entrance of the Holy Palace and closed the door with a "squeak".
The people outside the door didn't know what was going on and were still asking loudly: "Sir, what's going on?"
"Your Majesty, we are here..."
"It's okay!" Yan Sheng's voice came from afar, and could be heard both inside and outside the Holy Palace: "We are practicing, it's none of your business, go back!"
Except for the people in the Holy Palace, Yan Sheng definitely didn't want anyone outside to know that "Tianjun is still alive".
Although the people outside were full of suspicions, since Yan Sheng said it was okay, everyone had no choice but to disperse.
In the Holy Palace.
Yan Sheng walked towards Tianjun step by step.
Tianjun was seriously injured and tried hard to get up, but could not succeed.
As Yan Sheng walked, the aura in his body penetrated outwards, and gradually condensed into disk-sized fists around his body and above his head.
They are densely packed, row upon row, at least hundreds of them.
Everyone at the scene had never seen such a strange sight before, and everyone was dumbfounded.
Chen Dong remembered what the sloppy Taoist said at the martial arts competition.
"After gaining access to the gods, not only will the inner strength be stronger, but the control of the inner breath will also be more flexible and changeable. In the future, it may be condensed into ten thousand sharp swords or ten thousand tigers. How many people in the world can stop it?
live?"
When the sloppy Taoist said this, it was just a hypothesis and a free thought.
And Yan Sheng can already do this.
The difference between hundreds of fists and tens of thousands of swords is only in quantity, not in essence!
Looking back now, when the sloppy Taoist proudly showed off his "spiritual" realm in the ring, Yan Sheng sitting high up should be sneering in his heart, right?
At that time, he might have been surprised, but he would definitely not be shocked.
Yan Sheng quickly came to Tianjun.
The fist shadows around him and above his head were all aimed at Tianjun, ready to attack.
No one doubts that his blow can kill Tianjun!
Tianjun was lying on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead.
"He is actually a psychic..." Tianjun said in disbelief.
"Why don't you believe it until now?" Yan Sheng sighed: "I am very tired of practicing martial arts, but it does not mean that I have no talent in martial arts. After all, the blood of Yan Ancestor is flowing in our bodies..."
"After Yan Zu, you are the second person to be able to communicate with the gods." Tianjun said word for word: "You are indeed more suitable to be a monarch than me."
However, Yan Sheng shook his head: "Whether you can be a monarch or not has no direct relationship with whether you practice martial arts. Brother, times have changed. Why don't you understand this truth now..."
"I only know that the Yan Dynasty was founded on martial arts. When Yanzu founded the Yan Dynasty, he was most proud of his martial arts. He once said that as long as the martial arts is strong enough, the country will be secure."
"I'll say it again, times have changed..."
Yan Sheng seemed to want to explain and argue, but he opened his mouth and seemed to give up.
He had discussed this issue with Tianjun more than 20 years ago, and ended up breaking up on bad terms.
Yan Sheng let out a long sigh and then said: "You ran away, why did you come back?"
Tianjun gritted his teeth and said, "You took my seat, shouldn't I take it back?"
"You are not suitable to be a monarch." Yan Sheng said: "If you become a monarch, Yan Xia will be destroyed in your hands!"
"Nonsense, I..."
"Brother, I don't want to discuss this with you. I deliberately let you live many years ago, thinking that you would just never appear in front of me. But you formed the Tiandao Alliance, occupied the Southwest District, and went around to win over people in the world.
You have violated my bottom line! This time, I will not hold back anymore, I will make you disappear into ashes!"
"You can kill me, but let Xiao Gejin and others go!" Tianjun said anxiously: "They were forced by me, it's none of their business!"
"You're dead, don't care about that!"
Yan Sheng roared, and the fist shadows around his body suddenly roared towards Tianjun.
Tianjun knew that the situation was over, so he had no choice but to close his eyes.
"Tianjun!"
"Tianjun..."
The eyes of the four Davids were red, and they shouted and shouted.
Chen Dong sighed and lowered his head.
However, the imagined "boom" sound did not come.
The entire Holy Palace was silent.
There wasn't even a sound of wind.
Time seemed to have frozen.
I don't know how long it took, but Chen Dong slowly raised his head and found the shadows of Yan Sheng's fists covering the surface of Tianjun's body.
The difference is only a few centimeters.
If those fist shadows move forward just a few centimeters, Tianjun will be splashed with blood in the Holy Palace and killed on the spot!
But those fist shadows just didn't move, as if they were frozen and frozen.
And on Yan Sheng's face, two lines of clear tears flowed.
Everyone at the scene looked at Yan Sheng in surprise.
Tianjun also opened his eyes and looked at Yansheng in disbelief.
"簌簌——"
Those fist shadows that contained strong power suddenly collapsed and turned into a breeze.
In the end, he still couldn't make a move.
After all, he is his brother.
"Come here!" Yan Sheng suddenly roared with tears in his eyes.
Immediately, several captains rushed over.
"Drag him down and keep him under strict supervision!"
"yes!"
These captains held Tianjun down with all their hands and feet, and then tied him up.
These captains know Tianjun and know that this is the previous monarch, but they obviously listen to Yan Sheng's words more.
They dragged Tianjun away.
"It's not that I won't kill you!" Yan Sheng roared, "I'm waiting for a lucky day before I kill you!"
Tianjun was gradually dragged away.
Then, Yan Sheng looked at Chen Dong, Xiao Gejin and others.
Yan Sheng seemed to have a headache, he just glanced at it and quickly turned away.
"Lock them all up!"
"yes!"
There were also countless people who tied up Chen Dong, Xiao Gejin and others and dragged them away.
There are of course prisons in the Holy Palace.
And it is the strongest forbidden area in the world.
Entering it, there is no possibility of getting out unless you are released. It is even more terrifying than the dungeon under the lake of Cui Minggui's family.
Chen Dong was imprisoned in it.
It was pitch black all around, without any light or sound.
The rope tied around his body was easy to deal with, and he was able to break free in a matter of minutes.
But he touched the surrounding areas with his hands. There were three walls and one fence.
He didn't know what kind of material it was made of, but he used all his internal strength and used the flying dragon palm. The sound of "boom, boom, boom" was endless, but it did not cause any damage to the surroundings.
All his things were taken away, including the Wu Wang Sword, mobile phone, medicinal materials, elixirs... nothing was left.
He didn't even know where Tianjun and others were being held, whether they were with him or not, or whether they were next door?
"Is anyone there?"
Chen Dong shouted, but no one responded.
"Is anyone there?!"
Chen Dong mobilized his internal power, which was enough to cover the entire Holy Palace, but there was still no response at all.
Chen Dong cursed Yan Sheng as harshly as he could, until his throat was on fire, but no one paid him any attention.
Chen Dong didn't know what to do now.
The operation failed, Yan Sheng could not let him go, and his death was only a matter of time.
Ninety-nine percent success rate?
Now it seems like it was just a joke, and no one counted the one percent.
Flame Saint is the one percent!
However, if you die, you will die. After all, if you stand on Tianjun's side, you have thought that there will be such a result and ending.
What to do with your own family?
Will what I do affect my father, mother and grandpa?
There are also the major leaders who are still staying in Mingyue Mountain, Xiao Xiao is among them, what should they do?
Yan Sheng knows that place.
Now that Tianjun is not dead, I must guess that the Tiandao Alliance's lair is still there, and they will most likely send people there to kill them all, right?
Chen Dong's heart was filled with thoughts and he had no idea what would happen next.
He knew that it was useless to worry, and that he would not be able to make any difference here.
He forced himself to calm down.
He sat on the ground and practiced Qi.
Not to mention, although it is depressing and dark here, the quality of the air is actually very good, and there is plenty of spiritual energy for cultivation.
After all, it is the Holy Palace, the legendary "Dragon Vein"...
Chen Dong practiced Qi very hard and tried to calm himself down.
There is no concept of time at all here, every minute is like suffering.
Occasionally, there would be the sound of footsteps, and the person would put down the water and food and leave.
Chen Dong didn't embarrass him. He knew that he was just a servant. It was useless to embarrass him. Could it be that he could let himself out?
When water and food were brought to him, Chen Dong wolfed them down and stuffed them into his mouth as hard as he could.
No matter what happens outside, he must live well. Only by living can he have the capital to counterattack.
Apart from eating and sleeping, he spent the rest of his time practicing, practicing, practicing.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was the sound of footsteps again.
Chen Dong immediately heard that the footsteps were not that of the servant delivering water and food!