Xia Yuan came with people.
There was only one purpose for his trip, to prevent Yang Feng from ruining his plan as much as possible.
Yang Feng was now in prison and did not notice Xia Yuan's arrival.
"Sir, are these people who were frozen into ice cubes buried directly in the ground?"
"Um."
"But this ice, in the airtight place of the prison, cannot be penetrated by sunlight, and it cannot be melted even if it is buried underground."
"Sir, there are heavy footsteps ahead."
"Huh? Is it Xia Yuan?"
Yang Feng's words also caused the prisoners who were digging holes to bury people to stop what they were doing.
Thinking of their previous experience of being imprisoned by Xia Yuan, many people were unwilling to live like that again in their lives.
"Master! I beg you, please take us away. I, Zhang San, am willing to do everything for you!"
After saying that, some discerning people also hurriedly knelt down towards Yang Feng.
The request was to hope that Yang Feng could protect them in front of Xia Yuan. Even though he knew that this was a fantasy, people's hearts were like this. They never truly despaired, and there would always be a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
"Sir, please, we don't want to be locked up in that dark prison again. I don't have much time left in my life. I want to leave them to my wife and children."
Such pleadings continued to echo in Yang Feng's ears.
"Everyone, get up. I, Yang An, promise you, but I hope you understand one thing. There is no free lunch in the world. No matter what, you have to pay a price."
"Young Master, feel free to ask, but as long as you can get me out of this hellish place, my life will be yours from now on."
"Me too, as long as I can leave here, I am willing to do it no matter what the cost."
Originally, when the iron door of the prison was closed, they thought that they would spend the rest of their lives in prison. Now an opportunity was placed in front of them.
Yang Feng is their last hope.
"Remember, a person's hope is given to himself. Next, you follow my instructions and set up a formation to meet the enemy, Xia Yuan? What about the king of a country? He is still a mortal body!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
Yang Feng's words touched the hearts of many people. In fact, the number of people imprisoned in this prison was not small.
Yang Feng scanned it with his naked eyes and found that there were at least 500 people. Of course, this was not the most terrifying thing.
The scary thing is that these five hundred people all have death energy.
If it breaks out and the battle is equal to that of a team of five thousand people, don't ask, just ask, the lethality of the death energy is too strong and there is no solution.
On the other hand, Xia Yuan did not bring all the soldiers to this prison, he also only brought some of them.
Entered this prison.
He rushed to the end of the prison in a hurry.
What caught his eyes was a large pit, one that could bury thousands of people at a time.
"Yang An!"
Seeing the big pit in front of him and some ice sculptures in the pit, Xia Yuan's heart was bleeding!
It was his work of art, his masterpiece.
But now that he was being ruined by Yang Feng, how could he not be angry.
Immediately, he drew out the sword from his waist.
"kill!"
The soldiers behind him also took action, preparing to surround and kill Yang Feng.
"Ha! Xia Yuan, they say the dead are the most important, but after these people died, you didn't even let go of their corpses, and you still kept them here, frozen. Do you want to keep them for the New Year?"
Hearing Yang Feng's taunt, Xia Yuan's face flushed and turned red.
Like a monkey's butt.
"Hahaha! I didn't expect that the current Saint would have such a hobby."
"Your Majesty, if you want to eat bacon, why don't you just kill a few pigs and freeze them?"
The prisoner behind Yang Feng turned on the taunting mode.
"You bunch of sinful slaves, give them all to me.
go to hell! "
Xia Yuan, take action.
His own swordsmanship was not strong, but at this time, he was so angry that he was blinded. His swordsmanship, which was at the peak of the Eighth Realm, faced Yang Feng.
In fact, Xia Yuan is not a person who is easily provoked. As the king of a country, it is not that he cannot bear the ridicule and abuse of others. The main reason is that he relies on his death energy.
The superposition of death energy and combat power is extremely impressive.
This is also the reason why Xia Yuan, who is at the peak of the Eighth Realm, dares to fight against Yang Feng, who is in the late Ninth Realm.
Xia Yuan, who knew Yang Feng's ins and outs, didn't show off his swordsmanship like he was doing every other thing, but instead activated the death energy in his body.
Then he struck out with a palm towards Yang Feng.
This palm, with black mist, a black light flashed away and landed on Yang Feng's position.
Yang Feng's body was alert. He had never taken it lightly. He had already expected it. The sword intention sapling in his body activated, and a sword energy sprang up.
There was a roar in the air, and then the Fierce Sun Sword in his hand drew an arc in the air.
The sword energy destroyed the death energy.
"that's all?"
Looking at Xia Yuan with fear in his eyes, Yang Feng deliberately provoked him.
"Hmph! Yang, you will pay for this."
Xia Yuan had no intention of continuing to take action, because every time he activated the death energy, he was consuming his life.
On the other hand, Yang Feng's sword energy seems to be endless.
"If you don't do it, I won't be polite."
Yang Feng did not intend to give Xia Yuan a chance to breathe.
Just as Yang Feng activated his sword energy, two people appeared behind Xia Yuan.
Land slaves, human slaves.
These two people are both elderly. To be precise, they are not afraid of death.
"Don't hurt my lord!"
The two stood in front of Xia Yuan and faced Yang Feng.
"Forget it! Since Xia Yuan and the two of them are your last support, then I will kill them first and then you!"
"Boy, do you really think that we are afraid of your sword energy?"
The earth slaves and human slaves thought that Yang Feng did not take them seriously, so they were even more angry.
Unbridled squandering of death energy.
certainly! The price paid is also heavy.
Oxidation accelerates, lifespan is shortened, and the body ages at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But the death energy that the two of them worked together to slash out made Yang Feng look solemn.
"This aura of death? Are these two old guys really desperate for their lives?"
Yang Feng felt this death energy, which was stronger than anything he had ever seen before. It seemed that Xia Yuan had given a death order.
"Are you afraid? Unfortunately, it's too late!"
These two strands of deathly energy, carrying a chilling aura, fell steadily towards Yang Feng's Tianling Cap.
In Yang Feng's body, the Sword Intent sapling squeezed out a ray of Sword Intent in his Dantian area.
If the situation was not critical, Yang Feng would not be willing to use such means at all.
Every time it is used, it will take ten days and a half for the Sword Intent sapling to regain its vitality, because this world lacks Sword Intent.
A wisp of sword intent surged out from Yang Feng's palm, and finally merged with the Fierce Sun Sword in Yang Feng's hand.
"Sword cuts across the galaxy!"
Yang Feng activated the condensed sword intention, coupled with the power accumulated from the sword breaking the galaxy, he launched the strongest blow.
boom! The unparalleled sword intent actually tore apart under the fierce impact. The Earth Slave and the Human Slave jointly launched an attack.
puff!
laugh!
After the sword intent tore through the death energy, it did not stop, but moved towards the Earth Slave and the Human Slave to cut them off in the middle.
Blood splattered.
Strong as an earth slave or a human slave, he fell in front of Xia Yuan.
"No! You can't kill them, this... is absolutely impossible!"
After seeing the two loyal guards die, panic finally appeared on Xia Yuan Gujing Wubo's face, and he was afraid.
Once people are afraid, they will leave
Death is not far away.
"Yes! High Priest, he can definitely save me and kill Yang An!"
Xia Yuan murmured.
He turned around and ran into the crowd, disappearing without a trace.
"Damn it, let him escape. I didn't expect him to be so decisive."
Xia Yuan didn't even shed a tear for the earth slaves and human slaves, because he had experienced too many such things and had long looked down upon them.
He only thinks about how to survive.
"Everyone, listen, your sage, Xia Yuan has escaped. Now if you want to survive, put down your weapons."
Yang Feng's voice spread far, and some people began to look around and found that as Yang Feng said, Xia Yuan was nowhere to be seen.
Everyone froze in place.
"It's not too late to join me now, otherwise I'll kill you!"
Yang Feng was never merciful towards his enemies.
"We are willing to join, please let us live."
Bang!
"Please let us live, we are willing to surrender."
"We are willing to surrender!"
In this way, a team of thousands of people was taken under Yang Feng's command. After doing all this, Yang Feng led the large army back to the city.
Just arrived, below the city.
They found that the two sides were fighting, but Xia Yuan was still missing. It was obvious that Xia Yuan had abandoned the city.
"The chief is back."
"Um."
With the addition of Yang Feng, the enemy army was soon beaten to pieces.
Die for death, surrender for surrender.
"Xiao An, why didn't you see Xia Yuan during the whole process?"
A Tuo asked everyone's doubts.
"I fought with him in prison. After I killed the earth slaves and human slaves around him, he turned around and left."
"I thought he would make a desperate move and launch an attack while I'm away to fight you. I didn't expect him to be so afraid of death."
"The palace is ahead. This war should be over."
Yang Feng sighed.
But now, he still hasn't been able to find the best way to solve the death energy in the human body.
After eradicating the source of corpse qi, the dead qi in the air is decreasing, but this takes time.
"Ah Tuo, Jiang Kui, Zang Jian, you prepare your troops and horses, we will set off immediately."
Yang Feng wanted to meet the high priest Xia Yuan mentioned for a while and see who he was.
"yes!"
"Have an order!"
Among the few people, the most excited ones were none other than Jiang Kui and the 50,000 restoration warriors.
They have been waiting for this day for hundreds of years, and today, it will finally come true in their hands.
The Jiang Dynasty is about to be revived.
However, Xia Yuan, who fled frantically and returned to the palace, was standing on the altar of the palace with a man holding a staff and wearing a blue cloak whose face could not be seen clearly.
"Priest, I, we failed. The remnants of the Yang family got their sword energy from nowhere."
"During the four hundred years of the Great Xia Dynasty, only three hundred years ago, there was a Grandmaster-level figure. This boy named Yang may have found Dugu Baitian's inheritance, or sword energy."
The high priest had never left the palace, but he could probably guess it.
Its strength is evident.
"What the priest means is that Dugu Baitian's immortality technique may fall into his hands?"
"The art of immortality cannot be passed down, but since you said that he has sword energy in his body, it means that he has more or less received some inheritance from Dugu Baitian, and the art of immortality mainly requires breaking through the ninth realm. Possibly exposed."
Even Xia Yuan himself did not know the origin of this priest. He only knew that he came from southern Xinjiang.
He knows the method of refining corpses and has extensive research on the art of immortality.
Therefore, even the 150,000 and 200,000 troops, and even the two strongest cities in the capital's defense line, fell into Yang Feng's hands.
Also, the prison he worked so hard to manage, the ice sculpture art he loved, and the two strongest attendants around him were all gone.
Even if he had nothing, Xia Yuan did not commit suicide. As long as the person in front of him is still alive, he will definitely be able to make a comeback and make a comeback.
This is his confidence!
It was also his confidence in the priest.
"Then what do we do next?"
"Get out of here with me."
The high priest spoke slowly, looking directly into Xia Yuan's eyes.
"good."
Xia Yuan agreed without any hesitation and without even thinking.
"Very good. One day, you will understand that this is the most correct decision you have made in your life."
After saying that, the high priest strode forward and left with Xia Yuan.
Until they left, an hour later, Yang Feng's army came to the city. Yang Feng fulfilled his original promise, and his cavalry broke through the gate of the imperial capital.
royal palace.
A magnificent Forbidden City.
From the inside out.
In the palace, those who fled for their lives were left behind, including the old, weak, women and children who could not escape.
"Chief, am I not dreaming? Are we going to take over the Great Xia Dynasty right now?"
"In just three years, we captured the Great Xia Dynasty, and we changed a dynasty."
"I still remember your words, when the iron cavalry breaks through the palace city, I will ensure that you will not lose your position as a prince. I still hear it, who would have thought that this would be a success."
Yang Feng walked to the slightly lonely palace of the Imperial Dynasty.
Looking at the throne above thousands of people.
That is the position that many people dream of.
How many people are in a position that cannot be touched.
But all of this appeared before Yang Feng's eyes like a dream.
"How's it going? Have you found Xia Yuan? And have you found anyone suspicious?"
Yang Feng is not greedy for the so-called supreme imperial power. A country will perish because of one person, and it can also rise because of one person.
Xia Yuan, as the king of a country, cannot be willing to surrender and will definitely try every means to make a comeback, so Yang Feng plans to take advantage of the opportunity of many parties to kill Xia Yuan.
Lest the wildfire burns out and the spring breeze blows it again.
"Reporting to your majesty, the chief has found no trace of Xia Yuan."
"A strange thing happened. I found this thing outside a dry well in the harem."
It was Jiang Feng who was ordered to find news about Xia Yuan.
Jiang Feng handed the imperial seal in his hand to Yang Feng.
"Jade Seal? Could it be that Xia Yuan committed suicide by throwing himself into a well?"
"Hey! It's so sad! A generation of kings ended up like this."
Many monks were lamenting.
Only Yang Feng, Jiang Kui and a few others looked calm.
Throw yourself into a well?
Tell someone else, they might believe Xia Yuan, a person who is so obsessed with immortality.
