Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 1795 Nightmare Patriarch
Valley of the Dead, one of the seven forbidden places in the ancient barren world, has been a dead place since ancient times. The valley is full of ghosts and winds, and an unknown number of corpses are buried there.

These bones, there are people and beasts, demons and demons, were all extremely powerful during their lifetime. Even after a long time, some of the bones are still intact, and the whole body exudes a jade-like brilliance.

What's more, the huge animal bones still have a terrifying evil spirit, which can easily kill people.

It's a pity that in the powerful existence, there are only bones left, and even the primordial spirit is torn apart, spawning endless ghosts and evil creatures. Once a stranger breaks in, they will be attacked by many dead souls. Never die.

According to legend, the predecessor of the Valley of the Dead Souls used to be a mountain range that stretched for tens of thousands of miles. In the depths of the mountain range, there were many fairy palaces, heavenly talents, and powerful gatherings.

The Holy Dao Sect was founded by a holy master known as the Patriarch of the Holy Dao, and when this Patriarch of the Holy Dao became famous, the Patriarch of the Great Wilderness had not yet been born.

It can be said that the Holy Dao Sect is the first sect in the history of the Ancient Desolation Realm. Within the sect, countless secret methods, supernatural powers, and rare treasures of the Ancient Desolation Realm are stored...

It's a pity that the prosperity has declined. Following the failure of the ancestor of the Holy Dao to prove the Tao, the body died and the Dao disappeared, and the Holy Tao Sect was divided. Then it was besieged by several sects in the ancient world. In the end, even the Shanmen resident It was reduced to ruins after that battle.

This piece of ruins is today's Valley of the Dead.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see the entire Valley of the Dead, as if a mountain was cut off by a sword. In the entire valley, in addition to the lingering Yin Qi, there is also an extremely fierce will of the sword.

"What a powerful sword will, even after countless years have passed, it has never dissipated..."

Yang Xuan stepped into the Valley of the Dead, feeling as if his whole body was being cut by a knife, wisps of sword will, accompanied by howling winds, seemed to be able to freeze and tear people apart.

This is Yang Xuan's tyrannical body. If it were someone else, he might not be able to hold on for long, and he would have to die on the spot.

"My way can contain all kinds of ways, and can smelt all kinds of dharmas. These kendo wills may be life-threatening talismans to others, but to me, they are real tonics, and I swallow them all."

As Yang Xuan thought about it, his body seemed to have turned into a cauldron, a big cauldron that could swallow everything. From the mouth of the big cauldron, a terrible suction force came out, wantonly devouring the will of the sword between heaven and earth.

As he walked all the way, the will of the sword between heaven and earth was constantly weakening, while his comprehension of the sword was crazily increasing. This kind of improvement speed almost didn't require him to comprehend deliberately, and he could directly become his own.

This is devouring the Dao of Heaven, which contains Yang Xuan's almost immortal obsession. As long as his obsession is not extinguished, he can devour everything, even the origin of the Dao of Heaven in a world can be refined.

Of course, this kind of devouring also has a limit. For example, Yang Xuan has nothing to do with the way of heaven in the Land of Eternal Silence, let alone devour and refine it. .

The way of heaven in the Land of Eternal Silence is left by the Taoist Master of Eternal Silence, and its origin is the heart of eternal silence in the legend.

"The way of heaven is not revealed, and the heart of eternal silence is hidden. After all, my strength is not enough..."

Yang Xuan's expression was as usual, he had just attained Daoism, and there was still a long way to go, this road was bound to be full of thorns, and it would never be a smooth road, but he was happy and not afraid.

Without thinking too much, Yang Xuan quickly went deep into the Valley of the Dead, and at the same time tried to release his divine sense, looking for Ji Yuechan's whereabouts.

Originally, spiritual thoughts would be isolated in the Valley of the Dead, and once released, they would be wiped out by the will of the sword, but as the will of the sword was swallowed and refined by Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan's thoughts could gradually radiate outward.

Under the perception of his divine sense, everything was clearly visible. He could only see that in the huge Valley of the Dead, there were bones all over the ground. Many bones were blown by the dark wind, and they all turned into dust and completely disappeared.

Occasionally ghosts would strike, and they would be suppressed and killed by Yang Xuan with his bare hands. Yang Xuan was full of energy and blood, and his whole body was like a bright light in the dark night, attracting countless ghosts and ghosts invisibly.

However, many ghosts and ghosts were obviously born with spiritual wisdom, knowing that Yang Xuan is extremely difficult to provoke, so those who dare to attack Yang Xuan are all the most powerful existences among them.

It's a pity that Yang Xuan's combat power is too strong, there are no ghosts along the way, if he can get close to him, he will be obliterated by him with absolute strength, and his soul will be scattered.

"Jie Jie..."

I don't know how long it took, when Yang Xuan crossed the Valley of the Dead and came to a vast sea of ​​blood, a piercing grin suddenly came.

"That is?"

Yang Xuan raised his head and followed the prestige, and immediately saw a black specter at the end of the sea of ​​blood.

That phantom was extremely tall, standing on top of the sea of ​​blood, grinning wantonly with a big mouth, like an unrivaled demon who might choose someone to devour at any time, exuding a terrifying demonic power.

Hearing that laughter, Yang Xuan was invaded by an invisible demonic force. For a while, he felt dizzy, his mind was shaken, and he had an urge to surrender to the other party.

"It's interesting, it can even shake my mind. Anyway, I'll go over and see if you are a human or a ghost."

Yang Xuan settled down, clasped his hands together, added the six-character mantra of the Buddha of the Western Paradise, and snorted coldly in his heart, immediately speeding up, and flew towards the depths of the sea of ​​blood. A thick layer of blood mist, like bloodthirsty monsters, bloodthirsty and violent.

However, the strange thing is that these things didn't approach Yang Xuan, but danced in the air and roared at Yang Xuan. It seemed that they treated Yang Xuan as blood food, and could only see the delicious blood that could not be eaten. Food.

"It seems that these ghosts have been controlled by people..."

Yang Xuan murmured, but his expression remained unchanged. He just unfolded his movements one after another and flew towards the phantom at the end of the blood sea. The phantom did not know what it was. The shade has absolute control.

"Very good, very good. This seat is not mistaken. You are not a simple human being. You have the ability to become one of my envoys. No, to be precise, you should be the leader of these envoys."

After about a stick of incense, Yang Xuan came to the end of the sea of ​​blood, only a hundred feet away from the phantom, and with Yang Xuan's arrival, the phantom couldn't help nodding, and laughed.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, his eyes flicked past the phantom, and he looked at the altars not far away.

There are [-] altars in total, floating above the sea of ​​blood, and all of them are full of people, each of them is in the form of a monster or a powerful monk in the holy land, with a cold green light in their eyes, and they are motionless.

"As you can see, these people are all demon envoys of this seat, and their life and death are in the midst of this seat. Whatever this seat wants them to do, they have to do."

The voice of the ghost sounded, with a touch of charm, "You don't have to be nervous. Although you are a human being, there is pure demon blood flowing in your body. As long as you are willing to surrender to this seat, this seat will not form a soul relationship with you." contract."

"who are you?"

Yang Xuan asked in a deep voice, he didn't see Ji Yuechan's figure on the altar, he was slightly relieved, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

It stands to reason that if Ji Yuechan entered the Valley of the Dead, she would definitely meet her, but Ji Yuechan is not here now, which is undoubtedly a bit strange.

"I am the Patriarch of Nightmare Demon, the Demon God in charge of dreams."

"Control the dream!"

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, and at the moment when he lost his mind, he felt a strange force suddenly invaded his heart, dragging his mind into a terrifying dream.

In this dream, there are endless ferocious monsters. These monsters scream continuously and emit bursts of magic sounds, making Yang Xuan's heart tremble involuntarily.

That feeling is like being in purgatory, and you may die at any time.

(End of this chapter)