Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 1339 The real magician

"Come so fast!"

"The enemy is at hand, Brother Yang, hurry up and leave, don't waste your life for me."

Huo Yunzi and Ye Feiyang looked at each other in astonishment, knowing that An Luo was coming, and they didn't think that Yang Xuan could defeat him.

No matter how strong Yang Xuan is, he is still only an emperor after all, and that An Luo's cultivation is obviously far beyond the emperor's realm.

The arrival of such characters seems to be a doomsday situation, even if Yang Xuan intends to protect them, it will be difficult to turn the tide.

"I came here to kill this person. It's fine if he doesn't come, but if he comes, he can only be killed by me."

Yang Xuan's complexion was normal, he raised one hand, the palm of the palm was bursting with golden light, it turned into an equally huge golden giant palm, and collided fiercely with the pitch black giant palm that descended from the sky.

boom!
At this moment, the entire sky was trembling.

The moment the two giant palms collided, they all shattered and disappeared, as if they had never appeared before, but the void cracks that appeared in the void made it clear that the two sides had officially fought.

What is even more astonishing is that Yang Xuan did not lose the slightest bit in this fight.

"Oh my god, this is too strong, isn't he really an emperor? That person's cultivation is at least at the cave-heaven realm, and the power of a single palm is enough to destroy the entire imperial city, but he easily wiped it away , it's just unbelievable."

"Great, with this person here, maybe we can all survive."

In the imperial city, the crowd was both surprised and delighted. They were in shock for a while. It seemed that they did not expect that the imperial city was not damaged at all under this collision, and it was not affected in any way.

And all of this was done by Yang Xuan.

If he hadn't made a strong move to smash the giant palm that covered the sky, they would have almost died without a doubt.

For a moment, countless people looked at Yang Xuan with deep awe.

"Oh, the gap is too big. In the past, we might be able to compete with him, but now, we can only look up to him."

"Under the emperor, everything is an ant. If he hadn't been here today, we would have died a long time ago. It's ridiculous that many people in the city really think that the imperial city's ban can stop this demon."

While Shang Jie, Qiu Shaoyang, Wei Qingshu and others were talking in low voices, apart from being shocked, they were more frustrated.

As the leaders of the young generation in the barren ancient continent, their talent is undeniably low, and their cultivation speed is also unfavorably fast. Among them, Qiu Shaoyang is the most, and his cultivation has even reached the supreme state.

But what about this?
Compared with Yang Xuan, they are completely one by one, no matter how hard they practice, they will never catch up with Yang Xuan's footsteps in this lifetime.

Under the attention of everyone, Yang Xuan looked into the distance and shouted: "Since you are here, get out of here quickly."

"Interesting, as expected of the emperor powerhouse of the demon emperor clan, he is really powerful, but don't be too complacent, this is just a warm-up, and the best show is yet to come."

With a cold snort, two figures rushed out of the ancient domain, it was the old man with different eyes and a man in black who had gone and returned.

The man in black was tall and straight, with endless indifference shining in his eyes, as if he was inhumane, without any emotion.

Needless to say, this person is An Luo, a ruthless man whose cultivation has reached the peak of the cave.

He stood high above the sky with his hands behind his back, his gaze was cold and merciless, just one gaze made countless people feel like their headaches were splitting, and the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be shattered!
Yang Xuan was fearless, but Huo Yunzi and Ye Feiyang beside him couldn't bear the coercion of this person.

The two tried their best to use their divine power, but they felt like they were carrying a mountain, and their robes were soaked in an instant.

"It's not safe here, you go down first."

With a wave of his big hand, Yang Xuan sent the two of them down to the city, then flew up, reaching the same height as the man in black.

"A little emperor dares to sit on an equal footing with me, An Luo. I have to say that you are really conceited."

The man in black is An Luo, a peerless arrogance from the Shadow Clan. He squinted his eyes and looked Yang Xuan up and down, and said coldly: "Now, I need an explanation!"

"What explanation do you want?"

Yang Xuan asked lightly, and glanced at the old man with different pupils standing behind An Luo. Although he didn't say anything, the old man with different pupils trembled and was on the verge of falling, and his heart was instantly shrouded in fear.

"Useless things."

An Luo frowned and cursed.

"The commander spared his life, this person is really terrible."

The old man with different pupils spoke sincerely and fearfully, as if he was very afraid of An Luo. An Luo had practiced a magic skill, and had a perverse temperament, and would kill people at every turn.

Since he became famous, not to mention the monks of other clans, the number of clansmen who died at his hands alone cannot be counted.

"At first I wanted you to do it, but now it seems that you have long lost the courage to fight the opponent, so what's the use of keeping you?"

An Luo backhanded the palm, and the old man with different pupils flew out, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

"Even killing your own clansmen, I have to say that you are really ruthless."

The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth curled up, not knowing whether he was praising or mocking.

"As a demon cultivator, I kill as much as I want, and I do what I want, not to mention that I am a waste of mind. Death is also a kind of relief for him."

An Luo said.

"Based on you, you are not worthy of being called a demon cultivator."

Yang Xuan shook his head, and said, "A true demon cultivator will not kill for the sake of killing."

"Don't think that because you are from the Demon Emperor's family, you can tell me what to do. You are no different from me except that your blood is stronger than mine."

"You are wrong. Although you and I are both demon cultivators, there is a huge difference in essence."

Demonic cultivation, to put it bluntly, is cultivating against the sky.

This rebellion requires not only rebellion, but also rebellion. Only a demon cultivator who dares to face the sky and swears not to surrender can be regarded as a true demon.

As for An Luo, he is nothing more than a ruthless false demon who only knows how to kill. In this vast universe, there are too many such people.

Of course, this kind of people practice very fast, but most of them don't live long, and the heavenly way in the dark can't tolerate them first.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me why you want to kill my people. You know, the people I'm talking about are those people outside. There are a total of 10 of them. It's unforgivable to be slaughtered by you alone."

An Luo's expression was gloomy, his eyes were fixed on Yang Xuan, his voice was full of uncontrollable anger and killing intent.

No matter how bloodthirsty he is, the blood of the shadow clan is flowing in his body, and he must avenge those dead clansmen.

"I just see that you Shadow Clan are unhappy and want to kill you all. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Yang Xuan lazily said.

"you……"

An Luo was furious, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he almost couldn't bear it and wanted to strike.

Yang Xuan didn't realize it, and said: "It's useless to talk too much, let's fight, between you and me, only one person can get out of this world alive."

(End of this chapter)