Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 404
On the top of the mountain, the clouds and mist are transpiring and changing.

In the center of a square paved with white jade and carved with jade railings, the sculpture of the real Taixuan stands tall and immortal.

Next to its sculpture, a stone tablet stands.

The stone tablet is about two meters high, and the whole body is dark blue. Even after countless years have passed, there is no sign of weathering at all. On the surface of the tablet, there are two rows of strong and powerful characters carved clearly.

"I, Jiang Taixuan, became famous at a young age. I have been invincible all my life and never failed. When I feel that there is no one in the world, I am lucky to meet the king of war, Yi Wuya. I have a fight with him, and the outcome is even. It is very comforting to be a confidant so far."

"I am dedicated to martial arts, never married, and want to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. However, there is a leader on the road of martial arts. Now that the end is approaching, I will put what I have learned all my life in the formation, so that I can pass it on to future generations..."

"It turns out that Master Taixuan's name is Jiang Taixuan, and he and Master Zhanwang are also good friends."

In front of the stele, Yang Xuan stopped to watch, his eyes sparkling with brilliance.

He had long thought that Reverend Taixuan should have known King Zhan. After all, the two lived in the same era. Now that he saw the inscription on the inscription, he knew that the two not only knew each other, but were even close friends. Unfortunately, Reverend Zhan died first, leaving only Reverend Taixuan behind. one person.

However, time is merciless, no matter how high the cultivation base of Master Taixuan is, he will not be immortal after all...

"Wait, big formation!"

Yang Xuan thought of something, stepped around the stele, and saw a tower not far away.

The formation is five feet square, two feet high, and the whole body is as white as jade, with dense and complicated patterns engraved on it, deep and obscure, full of ancient flavor.

"This is the inheritance platform. Your father has a lot of good luck. You can get the inheritance of Taixuan Daoist within half an hour at least, or as long as an hour at most."

The Purgatory Boy flew out from the Purgatory Sword, looked at the Inheritance Platform and at the sculpture of Master Taixuan, and asserted: "There is an original power in the sculpture. After your father absorbs it, his cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."

Yang Xuan's body trembled, without saying a word, he stared blankly at the figure on the inheritance platform.

It was a middle-aged man, dressed in blood-stained white clothes, his body was like a mountain, and his breath was heavy.

His beard was shaggy and disheveled, and he had obviously not looked after it for a long time.

Even so, it can be vaguely seen that his facial features are somewhat similar to Yang Xuan's, but the outline is tougher and more mature.

At this time, he was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed tightly, as if he was feeling something, he was completely unaware of the outside world, forgetting both things and himself, it was Yang Xuan's father Yang Tian whom he hadn't seen for many years.

The moment he saw Yang Tian, ​​Yang Xuan's eyes became moist.

Compared with five or six years ago, Yang Tian's changes can be said to be insignificant.

Not only has his face changed a lot, but his black hair has also turned into white hair, without luster.

"The hair is all white..."

The man did not cry easily because he did not reach the sad spot.

Looking at Yang Tian's vicissitudes of face and white hair, Yang Xuan, as his son, couldn't control it any longer, and tears flowed down his clothes, soaking his clothes.

Yang Tian, ​​now in his thirties, not yet forty, is the golden age of a man, full of energy and blood.

If you haven't experienced any blows, how can you age prematurely and have gray hair?

Yang Xuan understood that this must have something to do with him.

After all, just two or three months ago, I was driven into a crack in the void by the dream that occupied Qin Lan's body, and I didn't know whether I was alive or dead.

When Yang Tian heard the bad news, one can imagine the blow he received.

In addition, another factor may be that something happened to his mother, He Lianqian, which caused his father's heart to be traumatized and his hair to turn gray overnight.

"God, is that sculpture!?"

"It must be Master Taixuan. Hurry up, Taiyin Divine Water is definitely on the mountain."

Suddenly, the noise of people in the distance broke the tranquility of this world.

"Father, you can rest assured here and study hard. Don't worry, there is a child here, and no one will disturb you."

Yang Xuan knelt down on both knees, kowtowed three times to Yang Tian, ​​then stood up abruptly, with a pair of sharp eyes like swords, breathtaking.

Without delay, he took off the shadow cloak, changed into a snow-white robe, and then walked down the stone steps, intending to stop those who tried to climb the mountain by himself.

This has to be said to be a crazy thing, but he has the ability to do it, because the sea of ​​​​qi is imprisoned on this mountain, and warriors can only rely on their physical bodies.

But relying on the physical body alone, it would be difficult for someone as strong as a divine power to compete with him.

Perhaps, only those who are strong in the divine power realm can activate their martial souls to pose a threat to him.

But it doesn't matter, he still has the war puppet handed down from the ancient times. Once the physical body and the war puppet are united, he will be invulnerable and powerful. Both physical defense and physical strength will multiply and explode, enough to kill any cultivator below the Supreme. A warrior of the realm.

He is not boasting, on this peak.

He, Yang Xuan, is invincible!
"Be careful, no flying here!"

"what!"

Below, there was a sound of exclamation, and the people who came had no resistance, and were all suppressed by the terrifying force field.

A small number of people were caught off guard, fell on the spot, ate a nose, and were in a panic.

At the same time, someone found a mess at the foot of the mountain, a large amount of elixir had been swept away, leaving only a few broken roots, and immediately burned with anger, shouting: "Who, who the hell, dug up all the elixir?" .”

"These elixirs must be priceless!"

"Damn it, who did it!?"

The crowd came to their senses and continued to curse.

Soon, someone noticed something, pointed to the top and shouted: "Look, there are people up there!"

"Where is it!?" The crowd looked up together, and faintly saw a figure standing on the stone steps on the mountainside hundreds of feet high, like a rock, motionless.

"A young boy!"

"This kid is so fast, he was the first to come to this peak!"

"Your grandfather's, he must have looted the elixir."

"Not only that, maybe Taiyin Shenshui was also taken away by him."

"Go, go up and let him spit out all the elixir and Taiyin divine water."

For the elixir and the legendary Taiyin Shenshui, the crowd climbed up the stone steps in groups and rushed up aggressively.

On the stone steps on the mountainside, with the cold wind blowing, a man in white with flying black hair and an indifferent expression was none other than Yang Xuan.

He just stood there, oblivious to all kinds of noises.

It's just that on him, the killing intent is getting stronger.

"Boy, you can't escape, just stand there obediently and don't move."

"Haha, take a closer look, he's scared out of his wits."

A group of hundreds of people moved very fast, and they came to stop on the stone steps seven or eight meters below Yang Xuan in a short time. The leader was a stooped old man in blue clothes.

Because the sea of ​​qi was imprisoned, there was no vitality fluctuation on the warrior, and Yang Xuan couldn't see the cultivation of the blue-clothed old man.

But on this mountain, no matter how high the cultivation base is, it's useless. He only needs to guard against the martial soul of a strong man in the divine power realm.

Otherwise, not only would he not be able to take away the elixir from his body, but he would have to pay the price with his life for it.

"Boy, don't pretend to be stupid there, the old man will ask you, have you poached those elixir at the foot of the mountain?"

The old man in blue was the first to speak and questioned coldly.

Without changing his face, Yang Xuan lowered his head and glanced at him lightly, and said lightly, "That's right, the elixir below is indeed included in my storage ring."

"There is also Taiyin Shenshui, but it is on you?" The blue-clothed old man narrowed his eyes into a slit, and his eyes were seductive, staring at Yang Xuan.

"I've never seen Taiyin Shenshui." Yang Xuan shook his head, telling the truth.

"Let's not talk about Taiyin Shenshui, I want to save my life and immediately throw down the storage ring." Although the blue-clothed old man felt that Yang Xuan was too calm, he didn't take Yang Xuan's age seriously, and asked for it as soon as he opened his mouth. Its storage ring.

"Why should I give you my storage ring?" Yang Xuan said lightly.

"If you're told to pay it, you'll pay it, don't talk nonsense." Someone yelled.

This is a young man in his twenties, dressed in a dark green brocade suit, looks like a jade tree, handsome and extraordinary, but when he speaks, he is extremely domineering and arrogant.

Yang Xuan didn't get angry, his eyes were calm, and he looked at him calmly, "What are you, you can just hand it over if you ask me?"

In a word, the voice is not loud, but it hurts.

The young man had an extraordinary background, his face darkened on the spot, his chest heaved and heaved, and he said fiercely: "Boy, I have to say that you are very courageous. Since I debuted, Zhao Mingyu, few people dare to provoke, let alone talk to me like this."

"Zhao Mingyu?"

Yang Xuan frowned in thought, then shook his head, "Sorry, I've never heard of it, why, are you famous?"

"Gulu..." The crowd swallowed their saliva secretly. They never expected that the unattractive boy in white clothes would dare to humiliate Zhao Mingyu like this.

Who is Zhao Mingyu?
He is a true disciple of the inner sect of the Blood Fiend Sect, a well-known young Tianjiao in Zhongzhou, with a cultivation base of the fourth heaven of the unity realm, and his combat power far exceeds his cultivation base.

Although the sea of ​​​​qi is imprisoned here, who can be called a genius who is not physically strong?

It can be said that even if he loses his cultivation, Zhao Mingyu can use his physical body to sweep away any warrior below the Guiyi Realm.

And among them, their strength is only slightly inferior to that of the leader, the old man in blue.

"You dare to humiliate me!?" Zhao Mingyu's face was livid, furious.

As Tianjiao, he is famous all over the world, but the boy above bluntly said that he doesn't know him. Isn't this slapping him in the face or something?
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his robes fluttered, and his murderous intent was released, sweeping the audience, stirring up fallen leaves all over the ground, causing many people nearby to back up again and again, not daring to get too close to him.

"I really haven't heard of your name. Could it be that telling the truth has also humiliated you?"

Yang Xuan was both angry and funny, although Yun Tiange had introduced him to many young talents of the Southern Man, but there were many sects in the Southern Man, and there were countless geniuses in each sect, it was impossible for Yun Tiange to introduce them all.

For example, Zhao Mingyu, Yun Tiange never mentioned it, so Yang Xuan naturally didn't know it.

"Interesting, it looks like you really don't know me."

Although he saw that Yang Xuan didn't look like he was acting, Zhao Mingyu was still very angry, and said coldly: "Boy, you look like a dog, and you are not an unknown person, why don't you report your name?"

(End of this chapter)