Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 1473

"What a powerful force, you are actually a body refiner!"

Sen Luo's pupils shrank, and he gasped.

Most of the immortal monks only focus on training Qi. After all, the existence of immortal energy can temper the monk's body and soul, so few people will waste time deliberately cultivating the body.

There is a shortage of manpower, so it takes too much energy just to practice Qi, gather immortal energy in the body, or to understand the Tao and hone the Dao Xin.

For the vast majority of immortal monks, the physical body is not even as good as the soul.

The soul is immortal, and the body can be reshaped. This is also the strength of Xianyuan, which has various incredible powers.

But their Blood Floating Sect is different. Their ancestors of the Blood Floating Sect, regardless of their own cultivation level, were themselves powerful body refiners.

Therefore, besides practicing qi, the cultivators of the Blood Floating Sect have to use evil qi to torture their physical bodies year after year.

As far as the physical body is concerned, in the huge True Martial Immortal Realm, their Blood Floating Sect cultivators are enough to be invincible at the same level, and this is also the fighting method that Sen Luo is proud of.

He is good at melee combat, and he doesn't even have Fang Baiyu, the number one true disciple of the Ascension Sect.

However, compared to Yang Xuan's body, which he valued the most, he was completely inferior.

"You are right, I am a body trainer, and you can make me use [-]% of my strength, so I can die without regret."

Yang Xuan nodded and sneered.

He bears the blood of the Underworld Demon Emperor, and he has practiced the Eight Gates of Life and Death. Compared with ordinary immortal body refiners, he doesn't know how much stronger he is.

Sen Luo's scalp was numb, and he said in disbelief: "Impossible, even if you are a body refiner, your physical body shouldn't be so tyrannical."

"My body has already reached the strength of the holy body, how can it be beyond the reach of ordinary body refiners?"

Yang Xuan shook his head, grabbed Sen Luo, lifted it fiercely in front of him, and said with disdain: "You treat Xiao Chen like a waste, but you don't know that you are also a waste in my eyes."

"I'm not a waste, die to me!"

As a fairy wizard of the True Martial Immortal Realm, when has Sen Luo ever been humiliated like this?
With a loud roar, his long hair danced wildly, and he did not hesitate to burn his essence and blood, urging his natal immortal essence, and a bloody suffocation erupted all over his body.

This was a desperate move, without any fanciness, as soon as the bloody qi came out, it turned into a huge and ferocious blood python on top of his head, and opened its mouth to swallow Yang Xuan.

"Is this your trump card? It's nothing more than that!"

Yang Xuan raised one hand and pointed at the blood python. The seemingly ordinary finger contained the power of time.

Needless to say, this is the Fengyan Finger, and it seems to be much stronger than before the Immortal Territory.

Along the barren mountain, Yang Xuan was attacked by the power of time, and had a deeper understanding of the power of time, so the power of Fengyan Finger also faintly improved.

Fengyan Finger is an ultimate move he created by relying on reincarnation. Although it is powerful, it is not perfect and has unlimited potential.

"Destroy!"

He snorted lightly, and pressed his fingers accurately on the head of the blood python.

The next moment, the blood python's body was frozen in mid-air, and then it was disintegrated and annihilated, as if it had never appeared before.

"The power of the years, this is the power to strip away the years, who are you sacred, and what does it have to do with the Lord of the Barren Mountain?"

Sen Luo's eyes widened, his face full of horror.

The barren mountain forbidden land is said to be the place where an ancient immortal emperor enlightened when he was young.

"The Lord of the Barren Mountain?"

Yang Xuan was slightly taken aback, but didn't think much about it. He grabbed Sen Luo's head and searched for Soul Mie Ji, and soon got the information he wanted.

"Emperor Huangtian, he is an extraordinary person..."

He muttered to himself, and cast the technique of black luck to kill Sen Luo.

"The villain has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai. I don't know that your Excellency is the descendant of Emperor Huangtian, so please spare my life."

Over there, Hou Leng yelled in fear.

Emperor Huangtian, in the ancient years, was an immortal emperor who was as famous as the Emperor of the Underworld Demon. Although his strength was slightly inferior to that of the Emperor of the Underworld Demon, he had also killed the Great Sage.

Although Hou Leng couldn't believe it, he also understood that Yang Xuan was most likely the descendant of Emperor Huangtian, otherwise it would be impossible for him to possess the secret art of time and shade and kill Senluo like ants.

"My God, this person is actually the descendant of Emperor Huangtian!"

At this moment, the other cultivators of the Blood Floating Sect were also panicked to the extreme. Although this young man's cultivation base is low, he has received the Huangtian Emperor's inheritance, which is simply not something they can match.

"The descendant of Emperor Huangtian..."

Yang Xuan smiled, he didn't expect that he would have such an identity when he first arrived.

"Those who don't know are not guilty. I hope you will leave a way for the villain to survive. The villain can swear here that you will never reveal your identity. If you break this oath, you will die a bad death."

Hou Leng's face was pale, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead. Since Yang Xuan killed Sen Luo, there was no guarantee that he would not continue to kill and leave all of them behind.

"Sorry, I can't trust you. Not only are you going to die today, but none of your companions are going to leave alive."

Yang Xuanhuan looked at Hou Leng and the others, and said indifferently.

"Hurry up, one can escape."

Hou Leng yelled, turned around and left without hesitation, while the other cultivators of the Blood Floating Sect came back to their senses, and also unfolded their body skills one after another, and rushed out of the valley in panic.

"Want to go?"

Yang Xuan's expression was cold, the heavenly magic force field dispersed, and the invisible coercion enveloped the entire valley. No one could bear it, so they fell to the ground one after another, and it was difficult to get up after being suppressed.

"Forgive me!"

Hou Leng half-kneeled on the ground, his face ashen. This shocking method made him feel desperate, and he couldn't even feel any resistance in his heart.

Yang Xuan didn't speak, and waved a large black mist, killing all the monks except Hou Leng and others.

"You are so ruthless, my ancestor of the Blood Floating Sect will not let you go..."

Hou Leng's cultivation was the highest, and before he died, he let out a roar unwillingly, and then disappeared

"Ancestor of the Blood Floating Gate, is he very strong?"

Yang Xuan sneered, he got Sen Luo's memory, he already knew about Zhenwu Xianyu, and knew that the three most powerful people in Zhenwu Xianyu were the three ancestors of Yuhua Sect, Xuefu Sect, and Xuanyin Sect.

These three people have cultivated for endless years, and they all have the cultivation base of the peak of the immortal saint, but no matter how high the cultivation base is, they have not entered the realm of the immortal king after all.

As long as he is not the Immortal King, Yang Xuan has nothing to fear, besides, he has killed people to silence him, who would know that he is the murderer?

Using the technique of black luck to kill people will not leave any traces, and the deaths of Sen Leng, Hou Leng and others also made him plunder a lot of luck.

These luck, for the swallowing talisman, is also a great supplement, and it will make the swallowing talisman stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)