Living forever in the deep palace

Chapter 264 Dynasty Years

In front of the wall of the Daxuan Palace, the seventh prince, dressed in a blood-red robe, had his black hair rapidly dyed with white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye. Combined with the snowflakes drifting all over the sky, it seemed particularly appropriate.

His eyes were clear, as if he had been sleeping for a long time and just woke up. He threw away the red-robed Martial Saint who was sucked dry in front of him, and swept his cold eyes over the corpses on the ground and the imperial city of Daxuan.

"How many years."

"I've almost forgotten how long it has been since I last saw the snowy scene of the Great Xuan Palace."

"Mother concubine!"

"Brother, sister!"

The seventh prince, with white hair and a blood-red robe, had clear eyes. At this moment, a violent aura rose from his body into the sky. It was not that he had stepped into the realm of Martial Saint, but he was still in the realm of Grandmaster, but he had become even stronger!

He walked towards the other Martial Saints around him.

Step after step!

With every step he takes, the energy in his body becomes stronger.

“What’s going on!?”

"Grandmaster!"

"He's just a Grandmaster, how could he kill Chi Xuan, a Martial Saint? What on earth happened just now?"

The martial saints looked at each other and kept retreating, with uncontrollable fear in their eyes.

If the man in front of him was not the seventh prince of Daxuan, a native of Daxuan, and everything had a traceable path, he would probably think that the man in front of him was an immortal.

The immortals in those holy places can also disguise themselves as grand masters and walk around in the human world as grand masters.

As for the immortals, they have been imprisoned in the holy land for too many years, and they almost have fear in their bones.

"I'm not a fairy!"

"rest assured!"

"But, even so, I'm not an immortal, and none of you should even think about leaving here alive. The next ruler of Daxuan should be me."

"You are wreaking havoc in my imperial city, which makes me very unhappy. Before I rush to the underworld, please join me in it."

The Seventh Prince was smiling, but his smile was particularly cold.

next moment.

There was a loud sound of swords.

In the Seventh Prince's residence, a crimson long sword flew across hundreds of miles and countless palaces before landing steadily in his hands.

He raised the blade of the crimson sword in his hand.

moment.

The wind blows.

There are also snowflakes falling all over the sky.

next moment.

This gentle sword wind instantly raged here like a raging storm, and a gluttonous beast woke up, opened its huge mouth, and swept away all the human martial saints present.

Thanks to the rampage of these seven martial saints, the entire imperial city has been deserted. Except for a few living people, the rest of the imperial city are dead.

This war can also prevent the deaths of many innocent people.

"what happened!"

"There's something wrong with this wind..."

"wrong!"

"Too weird! What kind of trick is this? This wind is actually devouring my Martial Saint Essence and my invulnerable body."

The six Martial Saints present all changed their expressions and became frightened.

At this moment, they finally knew why the Red Robe Martial Saint died at the hands of the Seventh Prince.

Even from a long distance, he can swallow blood and take away life!

This is incredible.

It would be fine if they were all ordinary grandmasters, but they were a group of martial saints. Their martial saint essence and blood were easily plundered by the man in front of them.

This is simply a fairy tale.

But, this is exactly what happened.

"kill!"

"This kid is evil."

"Quickly end this fight and kill him with your own hands. Otherwise, if this continues, you and I will both be the next Red Robe Martial Saint!"

The six Martial Saints all took action at this moment to attack and kill the Seventh Prince, the great master.

However, the wind that filled the sky plundered their vast amount of Martial Saint's true essence. At this moment, as the sword was swung, it turned into a terrifying sword energy that fell across the sky.

boom!

With one strike of the sword, the six martial saints were all swept away.

As a single person, he first killed a great Martial Saint, and then swept through six Martial Saints with one sword. With such a record, even if we look at the entire history of Ksitigarbha, he is definitely a top Martial Saint and a milestone figure.

But, now.

The Seventh Prince did it, and it was unprecedented, as he did it as a Grand Master.

……

"This……"

"The Seventh Prince is so powerful?!"

Yu Wenzhi opened his eyes wide, almost popping out of his head when he saw this scene.

Who is the opponent?!

They are a group of martial saints in the world!

I don't know.

Three days ago, more than ten grandmasters from the Great Xuan Palace surrounded these Martial Saints in front of them, and they were easily crushed to pieces.

After three years of growth, Yu Wenzhi successfully advanced from a top master to a grand master.

But he paid for it himself.

Even if he went up, without using secret techniques to activate the Qi in his body and gain the power of a Martial Saint, he would definitely not be a match for any of the Martial Saints in front of him.

"One person challenges seven martial saints!"

"gentlemen."

"May I ask, is this Seventh Prince also someone who has been enlightened by you like I have been?"

Yu Wenzhi suddenly turned his head to look at Su Chen, picked up the wine jug, poured a glass of wine for Su Chen, and asked softly.

In his opinion.

In the whole world, there is only this mysterious Martial God, or the legendary ancient immortal, who can have such a method that allows a great master to have the power to transcend the realm and suppress the seven Martial Saints.

Hear the words.

Su Chen was silent for a moment.

In front of him appeared the old man with tattered clothes but clear eyes, Xu Han in a bright red python robe, Zhang Gui who died in a purple robe with his hands behind his back looking at the moon, and Ye Xuan.

The sudden increase in the strength of the Seventh Prince of Daxuan had nothing to do with him, but Su Chen was familiar with this technique.

"Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art..."

"No!"

"It should be said that it is the Heaven-Swallowing and Blood-Burning Demonic Art that has been improved by Mu Qingshan!"

Su Chen murmured.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Art was originally just a master's skill, profound and extensive. It could grow rapidly by burning one's lifespan and plundering the cultivation of others.

But in the Three Thousand Kingdoms of Ksitigarbha, after generations of great masters, and even after being improved by the last martial saint Luo Qingshan, it has become an extremely terrifying martial saint technique.

The Heaven-Swallowing and Blood-Burning Demonic Art!

Burning lifespan and sacrificing vitality in exchange for a brief surge in cultivation, and then continuing to exploit, becoming more and more courageous, and bursting into brilliant brilliance at the last moment.

previous years.

Facing the veteran Great Barbarian Killing Martial Saint, the aged Martial Saint Luo Qingshan relied on the characteristics of this technique to take the Martial Saint away at the last moment.

now.

The seventh prince of Daxuan is even crazier. With the light of a firefly and the body of a grandmaster, he is ready to fight to the death, just to take away the seven martial saints!

"But, what a pity."

"That last sword strike was already his limit..."

"For a Grandmaster to fight against the seven Martial Saints is still too much of a stretch! I was only able to execute this strike because the Red Robe Martial Saint was careless and had all his Martial Saint essence plundered..."

Su Chen knew this very well.

The Seventh Prince is about to be defeated.

Once defeated and his last breath is gone, the Seventh Prince will become old in an instant like Luo Qingshan and turn into a pile of dry bones.

Unless he could become a Martial Saint, he would have no chance of ever thinking about using his last breath to drag the seven Martial Saints to his death with him.

As a grandmaster, he fought against seven Martial Saints at that. Even Luo Qingshan had never achieved such a feat.

"damn it!"

"Go crazy!"

"Am I crazy, or is this world crazy? This guy is just a Grandmaster, right? Why is he so powerful?!"

The six martial saints only looked a little embarrassed, but the grace contained in this sword was enough to make their scalps tingle and terrified to the extreme.

If any one of them faced that sword alone, he would definitely die!

Such power is extremely powerful even among martial saints in the world. It is hard to imagine that it can appear in the body of a grandmaster.

"such a pity."

"Ugh!"

"It's still a little short. The gap between a Martial Saint and a Grandmaster is simply too great. Master Qingshan, it seems I still can't bring my enemies along to my death like this..."

The seventh prince looked old. His white hair was no longer stained with frost, but an aura of withering flowed through his body, as if he would turn into a dying old man in the next moment.

It seemed that in the next moment, he would immediately turn into a pile of dry bones.

"So he cast the same evil spell as Luo Qingshan did before!"

At this time.

The martial saints, looking at the changes in the Seventh Prince, also had a hint of sudden enlightenment in their eyes.

It dawned on him.

This incredible power, capable of breaking the boundaries of the Martial Saint realm, is not without cost, so they felt relieved.

The only thing that can make them proud is the realm of the Martial Saint!

They are not afraid of death.

However, to be defeated by a mere grandmaster was something that their pride as the chosen ones of heaven and giants of the era could not bear.

They stared at the Seventh Prince indifferently, watching from afar without approaching, waiting for the Seventh Prince's lifespan to run out.

Also at this time.

A complicated look appeared in the eyes of the Seventh Prince.

At this moment, he felt a sense of harmony between heaven and man in his heart, and actually had a feeling of "enlightenment". The barrier to the Martial Saint realm that had been blocking his heart for a full ten years was completely broken at this moment.

The realm of Martial Saint is just within reach for him.

but.

He can no longer reach it!

"How pathetic."

"I immersed myself in Xu Xueyi's memories, even going mad for it. I transformed into Xu Xueyi and continuously committed blood debts of massacring cities and towns. However, in the end, I found my own path to becoming a Martial Saint."

"But."

"With my current state, I can no longer enter the realm of Martial Saint. I am too old and withered. I am on the verge of death..."

The seventh prince looked haggard, like an old man. His skinny body was so weak that he couldn't even fight. This forced him to sit on the ground, breathing heavily.

For him now, even breathing is a difficult thing.

"Ugh!"

He sighed.

His eyes, which had become somewhat cloudy and old, scanned the corpses on the palace wall. There were his foolish brother, the Crown Prince, his mother, his younger brother, his older sister, and many of his clan members...

All the past events, when you are dying, you realize that they are so insignificant.

He was relieved.

But the only thing that I can't let go of is...

"I'm going to die before I can avenge you."

"I'm so unwilling!"

The seventh prince fell to the ground and stretched out his hands, wanting to reach his mother, his naughty sister, and his younger brother, but he found that he no longer had the strength to do so.

"Hahaha!"

"Finally dead!"

"Bastard thing."

"As long as I kill you, the last trace of Emperor Daxuanming's bloodline will be cut off, and your Daxuan Dynasty, with its chaotic fate, will be completely destroyed."

The old man with a goatee and the appearance of a martial saint came over with wild laughter, and his cold foot was about to trample on the seventh prince.

He is just a small grandmaster.

The Martial Saint cannot be insulted.

He couldn't wait for the Seventh Prince to die of old age, and wanted to crush his head with one foot to vent his hatred.

Just now.

boom!

A strong wind like a dragon came out from the tavern in the distance and swept away the old man with a goatee who looked like a martial saint. A tall and handsome man in red was walking towards them on the wind and waves.

In his hand, he was holding a huge fruit.

"You are so lucky, kid. I never thought that you would be favored by this master like me and Luo Qingshan..."

"Tsk, tsk."

"This is truly a blessing for you to have spent eight lifetimes!"

The handsome man in red sighed and looked at the Seventh Prince of Daxuan who was about to die of old age, and handed the fruit in his hand to him.

This man in red was none other than Yu Wenzhi who was accompanying Su Chen.

Palace wall.

A tragic battle to the death.

This made Su Chen a little dazed, and he remembered the battle in Daliang.

For a while.

The seventh prince of Daxuan, who practiced the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, unexpectedly overlapped with those old friends of Su Chen.

He vaguely remembered it.

At that time, his old friend burned out his lifespan when he was using the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art. Although the sadness in his heart was suppressed to the lowest level by the Longevity Seed, he could still feel that sadness.

A close friend has passed away.

At that time, there was nothing he could do.

now.

He is high above the nine heavens, like an immortal or a god, in control of life and death, and the master of the immortal way. As a person with great supernatural powers, why can't he take action to manipulate the fate of a few mortals?

"It reminds me of old friends."

"Then I'll give you a chance to live."

In the teahouse.

Su Chen was whispering.

On the battlefield at the wall of Daxuan Palace, the six martial saints in the world all changed their expressions in rage. They all recognized Yu Wenzhi's identity.

What made them feel even more terrified was...

The fruit in Yu Wenzhi's hand was blooming with an indescribable aura. It was definitely not an ordinary thing, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it a fairy fruit.

The so-called heavenly marrow is like a rotten stone on the street compared to this tree fruit.

"Yu Wenhuaji!"

"What are you trying to do? Are you crazy?"

"The Great Xuan Kingdom destroyed your Great Ye Kingdom, and you actually assisted the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Kingdom. If your royal family knew about this, how could they rest in peace..."

The six Martial Saints were filled with fear and shock.

Yu Wenzhi, dressed in red and with a flamboyant robe, turned a deaf ear to all this. He was the most unique martial saint in the world, and he had his own pride.

He is considered a hero of the time.

at this time.

Looking at the Seventh Prince, who had burned out his vitality and had become a withered old man instead of a young man, he felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.

This is also a hero. Like him, his destiny is like a dragon, stirring up the world's situation. He is a hero among heroes.

"Heroes are so numerous in this world."

Yu Wenzhi, with such emotion.