Chapter 5265: Prince Hui

Tianxu City is majestic and huge, like a giant dragon lying on its back, and there is a kind of immortal energy permeating, domineering and arrogant.
The dark golden city wall is thick and luxurious, but it also reveals the vicissitudes of the years.
Above the clouds, mist shrouded in mist, immortal air surged, and the weather was astonishing.
Xiao Fan looked at it for a moment, and felt a strong sense of depression in his heart.
Needless to think about it, this is the Tianxu, one of the nine days, a kind of supreme pressure that emanates invisibly.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Fan condensed his breath and walked towards the city of Tianxu.
At the gate of the city, someone checked, but Xiao Fan got the identity token of the Chaos Ancestor King, and suppressed his aura in the Heavenly King Realm. The guards of the city glanced at it and took the initiative to let him go.
However, Xiao Fan could feel that the eyes of these defenders were obviously disdainful.
They are the Ruins Clan, they think they are superior, and would not put the Chaos Xianling Clan in their eyes, even if the opponent was the Hunyuan Immortal King.
Xiao Fan naturally didn't care. He originally wanted to wait outside the city for the people of all races to appear.
However, with the means of those people, it is definitely impossible to be discovered by him, otherwise, the Xu Clan would not deliberately bring them here.
Entering Tianxu City, Xiao Fan found a restaurant and sat down at will.
He didn't know when the people of all races would start, so he could only wait quietly.
Xiao Fan was drinking while overlooking the street below.
He had to sigh the strength of the Ruins Clan, the densely packed figures below turned out to be almost all cultivated at or above the Saint Venerable Stage, and the Saint Ancestor Stage occupies at least half of them.
What kind of background is this?
Although Xiao Fan didn't know the overall strength of the Six Immortal Cities of Ten Thousand Clan, it was estimated that the people on this street would be able to sweep the Immortal Demon Realm.
In Tianxu City, there are thousands of such streets.
The strength of the Xu family made Xiao Fan worried about the future.
With such a terrifying strength, can Wanzu be an opponent?
It's hard!
Unless, like what I thought, let the Chaos Ancestor Spirit Race back against the water and unite the front with the Ten Thousand Races.
However, this difficulty is too great.
Why did the Primordial Primordial Chaos retain the race fire, so they had to compromise and belong to Thirty.
But now, the Primordial Chaos Spirit Race is extremely suppressed, and the top combat power is almost controlled by Thirty. Do they have the courage to fight Thirty?
Thinking of this, Xiao Fan shook his head secretly.
The pressure of the Ten Thousand Clan is still too great, and no one can see clearly in the future.
"Damn, the ten thousand races are really greedy for life and fear of death. The Lord called us back. We haven't seen their shadows for so long. They are really a group of turtles with heads down."
"If they had the courage, how could they have been curled up for tens of millions of years, but now that the Lord has slowly awakened for nine days, it is time to settle the ledger."
"I really don't know what the Lord are hesitating. Ten thousand races have been in decline for endless years. If they attack early, they won't have a chance at all."
"Don't be so anxious. Everyone wants to destroy the ten thousand races. It won't take a few days. I hope that the ten thousand races can bring more people and we can kill them happily."
Sitting not far away were a few Primal Chaos Spirit Races and Ruins Races, with a look of anger, wishing to fight with the Ten Thousand Races immediately.
Xiao Fan shook his head when he heard the words.
After the deserted ancient times, the Ten Thousand Clan has been in a weak position, and was overwhelmed with breath by Thirty's subordinates.
And as the forces of the two parties are fighting each other, the Wan Clan and the Primal Chaos Spirit Clan are declining more and more, but the Xu Clan is constantly getting stronger, and they do have the qualifications for expansion.
If this continues, the Xuans may also become the masters of the Immortal Realm.
At this moment, a noisy sound came from the top of the stairs, and a group of people walked up to the top floor at unidentified steps.
The monks who had been energetic before saw this and all stood up, their faces full of respect.
"Prince Xiu."
"I have seen Prince Ruin."
Everyone worshipped in unison, their eyes focused on a young man who looked sick and pale.
The moment Xiao Fan saw the youth, his pupils shrank slightly.
"Xu?" He almost blurted out, looking at the young man in surprise.
Yes, the aura of the sickly young man in front of him was exactly the same as the ruins he was fighting against when he broke through the Heavenly King Realm before.
However, although the breath is the same, the faces of the two are obviously different.
Moreover, the ruin prince in front of him is obviously the ruin clan.
"Fairy, what's going on?" Xiao Fan asked.
The fairy obviously felt the same thing, and meditated for a few breaths: "From the perspective of the breath, these two people are indeed the same person. Wait, maybe there is a possibility!"
"What?" Xiao Fan was puzzled.
"When you killed the ruins at the beginning, I could sense that although his origin avenue was broken, but it was not dead." Xianling's tone was a little shocked.
After a pause, he said, "Perhaps, he is not dead, but alive in another form."
Xiao Fan became more and more confused.
"Have you ever thought that the ruins you killed and the little white face in front of you are not their real selves?" The fairy said solemnly.
"Perhaps, the person called the ruins died a long time ago. The ruins you killed were just a ray of surviving will, and this little white face got all that was left of the dead person."
Xiao Fan suddenly understood something: "You mean, after the ruins were severely injured by the Great Wutian Demon, the Origin Avenue was cut off, and he fell into the Heavenly King Realm, and the Prince Ruins in front of him obtained the remaining Origin Avenue?"
Had it not been for the information that the demons and gods had been deprived of their cultivation base, Xiao Fan would really not dare to think about this.
But now it seems that this possibility is very high.
"Xu Xu and Xu Tian are not the same person." Xiao Fan took a deep breath, then stood up calmly and stepped aside.
This is the territory of the Xu Clan, and Xiao Fan will naturally not conflict with these people.
But he was a little curious, who was this prince?
The point is, the cultivation base that he can't even see, this person is mostly a Hunyuan Immortal King.
Suddenly, Xiao Fan's gaze fell on the person next to Prince Ruin, his face showing a strange look.
This person is no one else, but the Moro whom I have seen before.
How could Moruo find the Backer of the Xu Clan so quickly?
The prince Xiu sat down on a chair in the center of the lobby, and the cultivators present were silent, and none of them dared to stand.
"Molo, sit down." The Prince Hui beckoned to Moro next to him, very enthusiastic.
"Subordinates are terrified." Moruo took a deep breath, but still sat down. He knew the temper of Prince Ruin very well.
The prince Hui smiled, glanced at the audience, and said: "I will remember them all. From now on, Moro will be the king's."
"Yes." Everyone replied respectfully, not daring to be disrespectful at all.
The prince Hui waved his hand, and the next moment, the crowd retreated.
Xiao Fan was caught in the crowd, ready to leave, but at this moment, his eardrum trembled, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes. "Molo, do you really know where Xuanhuang and the ghosts are? You have to know the consequences of deceiving this king." Prince Ruo smiled, but gave people an inexplicable chill.