Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 262 Hanging Ancient Palace
"Who am I? You don't have the right to know." Yang Xuan sneered, disappeared from the spot, and appeared in front of the horse-faced man in an instant, striking out with a thunderous punch with a booming sound.

The horse-faced man was startled, the medium-grade spiritual knife in his hand blocked it suddenly, and hit Yang Xuan's fist with a clang, but Yang Xuan's physical defense was strong, and when he collided with the spiritual knife, nothing happened.

pedal!pedal!pedal! ! ! !

On the contrary, the horse-faced man retreated seven or eight steps one after another, and the tremendous force from Yang Xuan's fist made his hands numb.

"How is it possible!?" The others couldn't believe it. Is this fucking human? He blocked the middle-grade spirit knife with his flesh and blood fist, and even knocked their boss back.

"Kill!" Yang Xuan ignored the horse-faced man, swayed his body, and struck out with his fist, directly bursting the head of a man in the ninth level of the Vientiane Realm.

At the same time, he kicked out another man who was at the peak of the Vientiane Realm. His strength was too great. The man disintegrated in mid-air before he landed. His body exploded with a bang, and his flesh and blood flew around.

Bang bang bang!
Yang Xuan's body was like lightning, he didn't stop, and continued to kill. His moves were simple and fierce. Wherever his figure passed, shadows of fists flew and blood splattered, no one could stop him. All the warriors in the Vientiane Realm were wiped out, and their deaths were miserable and shocking.

"Now, it's your turn." Soon, Yang Xuan stepped towards the horse-faced man, with a murderous look all over his body, as if a murderous god had been born.

"You monster!" The horse-faced man screamed in fright, turned around and left without any hesitation, flying away with all his strength, he was already terrified, and just wanted to stay away from Yang Xuan, a kid like a demon king.

"Are you able to go?" A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, he urged Blood Wing to dodge suddenly, and punched the horse-faced man's vest. Among the rocks.

Yang Xuanlong walked like a tiger and chased after him.

"Bastard, I'll kill you." Unable to escape, the man with the horse face also threw himself up like an angry lion, his right hand turned into a palm knife, and slashed at Yang Xuan's neck, while his left hand flexed his fingers and grabbed at Yang Xuan's neck. Yang Xuan's left chest.

"A robber is a robber, and it really is a deadly move." Yang Xuan sneered, and reached forward with both hands, and with two bang bangs, he firmly grasped the palm knife and claws, twisted it suddenly, and immediately sent out a slap in the face. The sound of cracking.

The horse-faced man looked miserable, his face was distorted by the severe pain, and he kicked Yang Xuan's lower abdomen frantically with his right leg.

"Sure enough, but you are too weak." Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, and he put his foot on the opponent's left knee first, making a clicking sound.

"Ah!" The horse-faced man screamed, feeling that the kneecap of his left leg was shattered.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame it, blame you for provoking someone you shouldn't. In your next life, remember to keep your eyes bright." The voice was still there, and Yang Xuan exerted force with both hands, tearing the horse-faced man into two pieces.

With every move, life is torn apart, which shows how terrifying Yang Xuan's physical strength is.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is now a human-shaped killing weapon, even if he does not activate his true energy, he can still crush ordinary warriors in the heaven-human realm.

……

Along the way, there are giant snakes as big as mountains, and giant red bears all over the body. These are the ancient relics living in the lava mountains. Far away.

In such a short half a day, many strong men passed by on the road, rushing to the depths of the lava mountains.

Yang Xuan understood that the mausoleum of the Demon Emperor was just ahead, where opportunities and dangers coexisted, and whether he could get any treasures depended entirely on luck.

Walking neither fast nor slow, Yang Xuan released all his senses, deeply afraid that he would run into Yan Ruyue and Jin Ming on the way, and it would be fine if he met Yan Ruyue, the witch would not kill him after all, but if he met that domineering Jin Ming, The result would be different, he probably had to use the Shadow Cloak to escape in embarrassment.

"Jin Ming!" Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, firmly remembered the name, and would go to seek revenge as soon as his cultivation level improved.

Time flies, two hours later, the scene ahead changes, and a boiling magma lake comes into view, the heat is overwhelming.

"Everyone, the mausoleum of the Demon Emperor is in the depths of this magma lake, let's go there now."

"There's no danger ahead, is there?"

"There is definitely danger, but how can you catch a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den?"

"That's right. We have come here after going through untold hardships. How can we go back home? No matter what, we have to fight hard."

In the open space by the lake shore, people were noisy. When Yang Xuan came here, he suddenly found that the place was already crowded with tens of thousands of warriors.

These people include casual cultivators, masters from Bajianmen, Qingyunzong, Yunlan Villa and other sects, in addition to many martial arts families outside the dark forest.

However, no matter what their origins, people who can come here have one thing in common, that is, their cultivation is high enough.

Scanning around, Yang Xuan found that among the crowd, those with the lowest cultivation level were at the fifth level of the Vientiane Realm, and those with the highest cultivation level even reached the peak of the Fatefall Realm.

"Is the little brother alone?" At this moment, a man at the peak of the Vientiane Realm came to Yang Xuan.

"En." Yang Xuan nodded.

"Tsk tsk, little brother is really amazing, but this magma lake is huge, and the road may not be peaceful, why don't you join my team?"

"No need, I'm used to being alone, and I don't like teaming up with others."

After all, Yang Xuan didn't care about the displeased man, and came to an open space alone to meditate and adjust his breath.

All the way here, he also consumed a lot of real energy, and had to restore the real energy to a full state.

"Everyone, it's not too late, let's go now."

"Walk."

At the same time as Yang Xuan adjusted his breath, many warriors soared into the sky in groups and flew towards the depths of the magma lake.

In half a quarter of an hour, there were only a few hundred people left on the shore of the magma lake. These were all relatively low-level people, and they were hesitant to go deeper.

"Who is that kid? If he dares to fly over this magma lake alone, isn't he afraid of dying on the road?" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Damn it, if you are brave enough to die from starvation, if you are a coward, that kid dares to go to the sixth level of the Vientiane Realm, and I have no reason to back down." A big man at the peak of the Vientiane Realm roared, driving the spiritual weapon into the air And rise.

……

The magma lake was hundreds of feet high in the sky, Yang Xuan was flying with his sword, his black hair fluttering, and he flew forward with the large group of warriors, without encountering any danger on the way.

This is not surprising, this world is filled with a terrifying force field, like a hundred thousand mountains pressing down on the top, making people breathless. Everyone, no matter how high or low their cultivation level is, is sweating profusely after entering this rocky lake, feeling extremely Uncomfortable and suffocated, he turned and fled.

This force field is obviously emanating from the corpse of the demon emperor.

This is a powerful supreme domain. Even though the demon emperor has been dead for many years, this supreme domain has never disappeared, and it has not even weakened by half. It can be called immortal.

Yang Xuan's face was pale, sweating profusely, and he flew forward slowly, and the deeper he went, the more intense the fire energy between the heaven and the earth, emitting a fiery high temperature.

After a stick of incense, he finally flew over the magma lake and came to the opposite bank.

Here, the mountains are majestic and endless, and in the deepest place, the flames are soaring into the sky, illuminating the world. The brilliance is dazzling, like a round of red sun, pointing out the direction for many warriors. They flew towards the place where the fire was, and Yang Xuan was no exception, flying over with a middle-grade flying sword.

The Purgatory Sword is a divine weapon, although it looks unremarkable, but there are so many capable people in the world, if people see that he has a divine weapon, then he will be in danger.

"Boom!"

Flying all the way for more than ten miles, there was a muffled sound, as if the heart was beating, strong and powerful.

Boom, boom, boom! ! !
At the beginning, the muffled sound was still very weak, but as it continued to move forward, the muffled sound was like a war drum, earth-shattering and extremely terrifying, and Yang Xuan felt extremely uncomfortable when he urged his true essence to protect his body.

"Boom!"

Every half minute, the muffled sound resounded through the world.

Soon, there was another muffled sound, Yang Xuan's body trembled, and his soul seemed to have been hit hard, almost to collapse.

"Damn, what is this sound, how can it be so terrifying!?"

"No, we can't move forward, or we will definitely be killed by this voice!"

"Everyone, don't you think this sound is a bit like a heartbeat?"

"It's really similar, it's hard, is it possible that the Demon Emperor is not dead yet!?"

"What, you are not joking, how could the Demon Emperor not be dead!?"

Above the sky, many warriors screamed and screamed, and they stopped one by one, not daring to go beyond the thunder pool, many people were suspicious, worried that the demon emperor was not dead.

If a generation of ancient demon emperors really did not die, it would be a very terrible event.

"Could it be that the Demon Emperor really isn't dead!?"

Yang Xuan's expression was solemn, and he also felt that the sound was the sound of a heartbeat. He hurried up with his sword, and landed on a thousand-foot-high mountain.

There is no vegetation on it, and it is very open. Hundreds of warriors also came here one after another, looking into the distance together.

For a moment, everyone opened their mouths wide, their eyes filled with astonishment, as if they couldn't believe it.

Two or three thousand zhang away, nine giant peaks with a height of several thousand zhang were located in a circle, surrounded by the ancient hall in the center like a moon surrounded by stars.

The ancient hall is incomparably majestic, suspended at a height of two thousand feet, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters.

Boom!Boom!Boom boom boom! ! !

The muffled sound like a beating heart and a war drum came from inside the ancient temple, every half a minute, uninterrupted, shocking.

"The Ancient Hanging Palace, is that the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum!?"

"It can't be wrong."

"Since ancient times, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the mausoleum of the Demon Emperor is almost immortal. I don't know what material it is made of?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Huoyaojing. A piece the size of a fist is worth a million low-grade primordial stones."

"Hiss, is it as expensive as you said!?"

"No, it's not expensive at all. Do you know what a fire crystal is? It's a top-grade primordial stone, or a top-grade primordial stone with a single fire attribute. For warriors who practice fire-attributed skills, its value is inestimable."

(End of this chapter)