Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 217 The Trial of Life and Death
Chi!Chi!
The two Lich leaders joined forces to attack, with their sharp claws protruding down, there were bursts of sharp wind-breaking sounds, enough to pierce through gold and stone.

The golden man's eyes were quick and his feet were fast, and he dodged it faster than lightning, then jumped up suddenly, and struck out with both fists, like two dragons going out to sea, with a fierce momentum, and hit the head of the two lich leaders, the fists spewed flames, destructive power Steep increase.

With two puffs, two streams of blood spurted out, and the two lich leaders were wounded in the head. They screamed together and became more and more crazy. They swung their claws and swept the golden man away. With the slightest sign of injury, a carp straightened up, got up from the ground, and continued to fight with the two Lich leaders.

For a while, the fierce battle continued, with one man and two beasts constantly colliding and fighting in close quarters. At least a hundred rounds of fighting, the golden man was unscathed, while the two liches screamed and were covered in bruises, but they persisted and attacked the golden man frantically , never die.

It's a pity that the defeat has been decided. After a while, after two streams of blood rushed, the heads of the two lich leaders were wrung off by the golden men, and their corpses were laid on the spot.

"Masochistic, this is completely one-sided massacre, how did he do it!?" Many Ancestral Witch Sect disciples went completely crazy, almost thinking that they were hallucinations, and the images they saw were not real.

"Haha, amazing, amazing!" Shi Yu danced and danced, as if he was the protagonist in the image, so excited.

"Crossed the eighth floor!" While Su Ziyao and the others breathed a sigh of relief, they were also secretly happy for Yang Xuan.

"Oh, my nephew really has a unique vision. This child is a piece of rough jade. With a little bit of carving, there will be another true disciple in the Sword God Palace!" Wu Ming said with emotion, he had already seen the video before, But now watching it again, I still can't calm down for a long time.

Whether a sect can develop and grow depends on its disciples.

For example, the Sword God Palace was able to rise to become one of the overlords of Zhongzhou in just a thousand years, relying on its disciples.

In Wu Ming's view, one talented and brilliant disciple is worth thousands of ordinary disciples, this is the foundation of the sect.

"The witch leader praised me, my junior brother is stronger if I am stronger, but I may not be able to break through the ninth floor." Di Tian said with a smile.

"Well, he shouldn't be able to climb to the ninth floor."

"Oh, why?" The smile on Ditian's face softened. Although he didn't want Yang Xuan to be in danger, he saw that Yang Xuan had broken through the eighth floor with great strength, and he also saw that Yang Xuan had hope of breaking through the ninth floor. Unexpectedly, Wu Ming bluntly said that Yang Xuan could not go to the ninth floor.

"To tell you the truth, my nephew, only members of my clan of witch gods can ascend to the ninth floor, and he does not have my blood, so even if he passes through the eighth floor, Master Qi Ling of Zuwu Pagoda will not allow him to enter the ninth floor. "Wu Ming said truthfully.

"That's it."

Ditian understood, and a smile appeared on his face again: "That's fine, my nephew was worried that something might happen to him when he forcibly broke into the ninth floor."

After saying that, the image above the bloody eyeball disappeared. At the same time, no one came out of the Zuwu Pagoda. Only seven or eight hundred Zuwu Cult disciples went in, and only more than 500 people came out alive.

"Master, Brother Tao hasn't come out yet, what?" At this moment, a disciple of the Ancestral Witch Cult asked.

"Alas, Tao Ming has fallen. He broke through the eighth floor with a strong cultivation base and died on the eighth floor." Wu Ming sighed. Tao Ming was the most potential among the disciples of his Ancestral Witch Sect who entered the Zuwu Pagoda. Okay, but not long ago he died on the eighth floor. On the other hand, Yang Xuan, a foreign boy, broke through the eighth floor. Comparing the two, Wu Ming also felt that his face was dull.

"Wuwu, no, no, Brother Tao promised to marry me, why, how could he leave me alone?" A female disciple of the Ancestral Witch Cult couldn't bear the blow, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, crying loudly. cry.

Seeing this scene, Shi Yu and the others fell silent. Only then did they realize that the Zuwu Pagoda is very cruel. No matter how talented you are, you may die in it.

After being dazed for a moment, Su Ziyao thought of something, and said worriedly: "Brother, didn't you say that Yang Xuan couldn't go up to the ninth floor? It's been half a day, why hasn't he come out yet?"

"This?" Di Tian was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Master Wu, why hasn't my junior come out yet?"

"What, he hasn't come out yet!?" Wu Ming scanned the audience with his eyes, but he didn't find Yang Xuan's figure. He couldn't help being surprised, and quickly resorted to tricks, and the bloody eyeballs on the altar suddenly glowed.

"Lord Blood Spirit, I wonder where the young man on the eighth floor of the Ancestral Witch Tower is now?" In front of the Zuwu Tower Qiling, he dared not show any disrespect.

"He went to the ninth floor." The indifferent voice came from the bloody eyeball, which made Shi Yu and others dumbfounded. They couldn't imagine that an eyeball could still speak human words.

"Here, he is not from my witch god clan!" Wu Ming said in shock.

"That's right, he is indeed not my lord's descendant, but for thousands of years, who else has been able to break through the eighth floor except you?"

"Having said that, isn't this against the rules?"

"Rules, what kind of bullshit rules, my words are the rules, well, I will fall into a deep sleep soon, and I won't be able to wake up for ten thousand years, by the way, that kid is not easy, if you can come out alive, treat him well, and He has a good relationship, maybe he can help you in the future."

After speaking, the bloody eyes fell silent.

Wu Ming yelled a few times but the blood spirit didn't respond, so he couldn't help being stunned on the spot. He didn't expect the blood spirit to think highly of Yang Xuan so much that he told himself to treat him kindly and form a good relationship with him.

However, the blood spirit is the spirit of the ancestral witch tower, an undead existence that has lived for countless years, it must have seen something, otherwise it would definitely not be the case.

Thinking of this, even though Wu Ming couldn't figure it out, he still decided to establish a good relationship with Yang Xuan. Of course, the premise is that Yang Xuan can come out of the Ancestral Witch Tower alive. If he can't get out, everything will be empty talk.

Not far away, Ditian's face was filled with shock, as if he never thought that the Artifact Spirit of Zuwu Pagoda valued Yang Xuan so much.

"Brother, isn't Yang Xuan in danger?" Su Ziyao asked.

"Of course there is danger on the ninth floor of Zuwu Pagoda. Whether he can come out depends on his luck." Di Tian sighed softly.

Hearing this, Su Ziyao's delicate body trembled, and her heart rose to her throat.

Shen Yuexin, Shi Yu and the others also had nervous faces, deeply afraid that something might happen to Yang Xuan.

……

A vast bloody wasteland, Yang Xuangang appeared here, the void in front of him twisted, and a huge phantom appeared.

As the phantom gradually solidified, Yang Xuan finally saw what it was.

Obviously, this is also a lich, but compared with ordinary liches and lich leaders, this one seems to have evolved towards humans.

It stands on the ground with two feet and is seven or eight meters high. Its arms are long and thick, and its claws are sharp and glowing red, which makes people shudder.

Especially the eyes, scarlet without any emotion, full of the smell of killing.

"The Lich King!"

Yang Xuan spat out three words. Legend has it that the ancient witch god once recovered a powerful evil beast. That evil beast was the Lich King, the king born from hundreds of millions of liches, with strength comparable to the Supreme.

Of course, that is the Lich King at its peak state. The Lich King in front of him is obviously not the real Lich King, but copied by the blood spirit with a strange method. Ninth floor?
But that being said, Yang Xuan also understood that this big guy in front of him was not easy to deal with.

"Roar!"

A sky-shattering roar came, and the Lich King moved, no, its body didn't move, but its eyes glowed with dazzling blood.

Yang Xuan suddenly felt pain like needle pricks in his eyes, which made him almost scream out.

"Is this the ninth floor? I want to fight a Lich King. It seems that I have to go all out." Yang Xuan looked dignified and extremely alert. The Lich King is too powerful. Injured his eyes.

"Roar!" There was another roar, the Lich King really moved, and he rushed over like lightning, the blood-colored giant claws stretched out, grabbed it downwards, and sent out bursts of sharp howling sounds, trying to tear Yang Xuansheng apart.

Not to mention people with flesh and blood, even hard gold and iron, or a mountain peak can be directly scratched and exploded. The bloody giant claws are extremely intimidating.

Yang Xuan's black hair fluttered backwards because he was hit by a terrifying gust of wind. There was a cold light in his eyes, and he stepped on the ground with both feet, soaring to a height of seven or eight meters, narrowly avoiding the Lich King's attack. The killing blow, then swooped down and punched the Lich King in the head.

The Lich King reacted extremely quickly and shook it hard with his sharp claws. When the two collided, light burst out, and the ground collapsed, like a major earthquake, flying sand and rocks.

This is a duel of physical strength, one person and one beast are evenly matched, and they all flew out.

However, as soon as they parted, the Lich King stabilized his body and became even more imposing. He opened his bloody mouth wide and spit out countless bloody lights, which turned into blood-colored light rain all over the sky. Like a sharp arrow, he shot toward Yang Xuan , to beat him into a sieve.

This is obviously an innate supernatural power of the Lich King. Yang Xuan didn't dare to use his body to fight against him. The real energy in his body circulated at a high speed, and he unleashed a body smashing fist. A huge punch flew out across the air, colliding with the bloody rain of light .

Rumble!
Amidst the sound of heaven and earth cracking, the place between the two exploded continuously, and dust was flying.

Soon, everything calmed down, and the lich charged again, with sharp claws, extremely terrifying.

"Kill!" Yang Xuan had been prepared for a long time, swung his right leg, kicked out with all his strength, collided with the sharp claw, and then both of them flew upside down.

Yang Xuan bared his teeth, his right leg was in severe pain, if he hadn't recently broken through to the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm and his physical body became stronger, he might have been injured now.

"Roar!"

The Lich King roared angrily, and rushed over again. The blood-colored giant claws burst out with boundless light, and grabbed Yang Xuan head-to-head with an incredible speed.

"Shadow escape!"

Seeing the horror of this blow, Yang Xuan immediately used his shadow to dodge, but he was still a little slow. The bloody giant claw whizzed past his left arm, peeling off a layer of flesh, and blood spattered.

Boom!

One blow failed to kill Yang Xuan, the Lich King went mad, stomped his feet on the ground, and killed Yang Xuan at an incomparable speed.

(End of this chapter)