Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 1343 Jiang Zhengxiong's Carrier
"What do you want to do?"

"Well, I just want to use your body to let you live in another way."

"Aren't you going to take me away..."

An Luo was startled and angry, but after thinking about it, he found it impossible.

"No, you belong to the lineage of the Demon Emperor, you are endowed with unique talents, and your body is unparalleled in the world, how can you look down on my body?"

The Shadow Clan, although physically strong, is far inferior to the Demon Clan.

Looking at the heavens and worlds, and even the fairy worlds of all directions, the demon clan has been a real strong clan since ancient times.

The monks of this family were born warriors between heaven and earth, and a person who bears the blood of the demon royal family would not be able to abandon his original body and take another new body unless he had to.

"Don't make wild guesses, the person who is about to take you away is not me."

"Not who are you!?"

"Don't worry, you'll see him soon. The other party's cultivation base is far higher than yours, and the time to become famous is far earlier than yours. However, the deadline is approaching, and there is an urgent need to find a new body to continue life."

As he said that, a figure silently appeared in the void in front of Yang Xuan.

"Peak of Dao Transformation Realm, and a demon monk..."

The pupils of An Luo's eyes contracted, and he stared closely at the person in front of him.

This is a middle-aged man in a black robe with a vicissitudes of life. This man is majestic and full of demonic energy. Just standing here gives people a strong sense of oppression.

The middle-aged man is none other than Jiang Zhengxiong, the master of the Dark Demon Realm Xuanming Cave, known as the Xuanming Old Devil.

Jiang Zhengxiong has cultivated for endless years, and his cultivation base has already reached the peak of Taoism, and because he has lived for too long, his lifespan is running out.

It doesn't matter, Jiang Zhengxiong can't die with An Luo, the carrier of seizing the house.

"See my emperor!"

At this moment, Jiang Zhengxiong ignored An Luo, bowed to Yang Xuan, and praised: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and my emperor's cultivation has reached such a level. It's really amazing."

In the past, when I met Yang Xuan for the first time, Yang Xuan was only at the mere level of divine power, but now that I see you again, Yang Xuan is already in the rank of Emperor.

In particular, he is still in the lineage of the Demon Emperor, which made Jiang Zhengxiong feel even more excited.

Jiang Zhengxiong also understands that their Demon Race is not far from rising.

"I have practiced in the Palace of Eternal Life for nearly a hundred years, and my cultivation has naturally improved."

Yang Xuan smiled, pointed at An Luo and said to Jiang Zhengxiong beside him: "I said that I would find a new body for Mr. Jiang, and this person should be very suitable for you, Mr. Jiang."

"Indeed, compared to Na Ba Wudao, this person is much stronger in terms of cultivation and blood, and he is the perfect candidate for the old man."

Jiang Zhengxiong nodded, looked at An Luo, his face became more and more likable, and he couldn't help saying: "This person should be from the Shadow Clan, although his blood is not as good as my Demon Clan, but he is not bad."

Back in the day, when the demons dominated the worlds, all the clans had to submit, and among them, there was no shortage of strong men from the shadow clan.

This family is famous for its brutality and bloodthirsty, but in front of the powerful demons, they have to bow their knees and bow their heads.

An Luo's face turned hard, and he roared ferociously: "Even if the spirit and body are destroyed, I will never make a wedding dress for others."

"Certainly!"

Yang Xuan let out a cold snort, and a tyrannical mental force rushed into An Luo's body, instantly imprisoning An Luo's spirit and sea of ​​energy.

"How can you allow yourself to destroy yourself in front of me? It's really wishful thinking."

"Don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, I will swear allegiance, and compared with those lowly monsters under this continent, I, Anluo, will definitely be a great help to Your Excellency."

"Would the dignified shadow monks beg for mercy?"

"In this world, who is not afraid of death? As long as your Excellency agrees to spare my life, I will do whatever you ask me to do in the future."

"Sorry, I never thought of letting you go."

"Boy, I curse you to die."

An Luo knew that he was going to die, so he simply didn't want to be wronged. Even if he knelt down and kowtowed, Yang Xuan would not let him go. Rather than that, it's better to retain some dignity.

"I, Yang Xuan, have been cultivating demons all my life, and I have never been a soft-hearted person. If I want to blame, I will blame you for being too weak. It should be like this."

Yang Xuan's expression was indifferent, and he pointed at the center of An Luo's eyebrows, and directly cast the technique of black luck, forcibly plundering his luck.

"Young master, this is..."

Jiang Zhengxiong was taken aback, and faintly felt that something seemed to be missing from An Luo.

"I have practiced a secret technique that can steal people's luck and use it for me."

Hearing Yang Xuan's explanation, Jiang Zhengxiong suddenly nodded and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that in this world, there are secret techniques that can win people's luck. It's really an eye-opener."

Looking at An Luo again, his face was ashen and his eyes were dull.

His luck was completely taken away by someone, and the loss of luck meant that he would definitely die today.

"His body belongs to Mr. Jiang, go."

Yang Xuan waved his hand.

Jiang Zhengxiong didn't hesitate, his spirit escaped from his body and fell into An Luo's mind, devouring his spirit in one fell swoop.

It also took a whole stick of incense time, and when An Luo opened his eyes again, he was no longer the former An Luo, but Jiang Zhengxiong.

"Thank you, my emperor."

Jiang Zhengxiong fell to his knees, grateful.

"Mr. Jiang, please hurry up, you are not my subordinate, but my clansman, my protector, there is no need to be so polite between us."

Yang Xuan reached out to support Jiang Zhengxiong.

"No matter what, the life of this old man will belong to you, my emperor, from now on."

The Demon Race has been the most loyal supporter of the Demon Emperor's lineage since ancient times, and Jiang Zhengxiong is also proud of it.

"It takes a long time to get used to the new body. As for the original body, Boss Jiang can refine it and re-condense the devil blood."

The blood of the demon clan is one of the strongest bloodlines in the world. As long as he can refine his original body, Jiang Zhengxiong will still be a demon clan in the future.

"This old man has exactly that intention."

Soon, Jiang Zhengxiong returned to Tongtian Pagoda, leaving only Yang Xuan standing alone in the sky.

He was not in a hurry to return to the ground, but he played with a luck crystal the size of a washbasin in his hand, which contained An Luo's luck.

As a strong man at the peak of Dongtian Realm, An Luo's luck is really strong.

It is no exaggeration to say that this luck crystal is much more precious than the seven luck crystals that Yang Xuan got not long ago.

It was a pity that Yang Xuan did not have time to plunder the luck of the old man with different eyes who was killed by An Luo.

He didn't think much about it, he put away the crystal of luck, and whispered something into Tongtian Pagoda.

Not long after, there was an old and familiar voice coming from the tower.

"Xinyi's talent is extremely high, and now she is doing her best to teach her the truth. Whatever you want to figure out, you kid, just take her with you from now on."

The voice was still there, regardless of Yang Xuan's answer or not, he sent a girl in a white skirt out of the Tongtian Tower.

The girl is petite and exquisite, with a pair of blue-wave-like eyes, who seem to be able to see through people's hearts and discern opportunities.

(End of this chapter)