Eternal Demon King

"King Wei... finally proclaimed emperor!"

"Emperor, what a terrifying realm this is. Just a little momentum can make people feel flustered and depressed, their souls are throbbing, and they can't help but worship."

At this moment, the crowd was shocked.

Faintly, they could even see a tall and stalwart figure, like a god born, slowly rising from the depths of the self-defense palace.

"Meet King Wei!"

"Meet King Wei!"

Qi Mingxuan and other warriors from Prince Wei's Mansion knelt all over the ground, and their faces were full of excitement.

Originally, they thought that today was doomed, but at the time of the crisis, King Wei came out of the customs forcefully and became the emperor in one fell swoop.

This is a big event, a great deed, and the blood of everyone in the Wei Palace is boiling.

At the same time, Xu Yang, Yue Wuyin, Ziyi Hou, and Jian Wuming frowned, and their expressions became particularly solemn.

After all, the emperor is the emperor, and it is by no means comparable to the warriors of the sky-snatching realm. Ten powers of the sky-snatching realm join hands, and they cannot compete with an emperor.

"The disparity in cultivation is too great, what should we do now?"

"For now, the only way is to fight to the death."

"Oh, I didn't expect that one day I would fight an emperor. Even if I die in this battle, there will be no regrets."

"Can we really handle an Emperor?"

During the conversation, Xu Yang and the others couldn't help but glance at Yang Xuan and Fairy Yuechan.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, and seemed very calm from the beginning to the end, but Fairy Yuechan had always been so indifferent, as if she was not worried about the current situation at all.

"Everyone stand back, I'll deal with this person."

At this moment, Yang Xuan opened his mouth and his voice was extremely loud. Even in the face of an emperor, he was not afraid.

"Insanity!"

"Little beast, you're dead. After killing so many of us, King Wei won't let you go."

"I also ask King Wei to kill this son and avenge the many brothers who died."

Everyone in the Prince Wei Mansion shouted, they all hated Yang Xuan, and only hoped that the Prince of Wei would get rid of Yang Xuan as soon as possible.

"Genius, I've seen this king a lot. It's the first time I've seen someone as rebellious as you. Anyway, this king will give you a treat to let you know who should be offended and who shouldn't be offended."

A cold and ruthless voice sounded, and the figure standing proudly in the depths of Prince Wei's mansion came to the outside of the mansion in an instant.

This is a middle-aged man with luxurious clothes, a majestic body, and eyes like torches. It is Wang Weiyuntian, the first master of the Lost City.

With his hands on his back, he stood in the air, like a god's mansion, looking down at Yang Xuan from above.

"Half-step emperor, you really think that you are invincible, my life and death, only I will rule."

Yang Xuan said lightly, and at a glance he could see the truth of Wei Yuntian.

Half-step emperor, only one foot stepped into the emperor's threshold, there is still a big gap between the real emperor, Yang Xuan is confident to fight against it.

"die!"

Wei Yuntian was rarely talking nonsense. He suddenly opened his big hand and pressed down hard. In an instant, countless sharp and compelling rays of light fell down like raindrops, calling directly at Yang Xuan.

"break!"

Yang Xuan did not dare to neglect, and resolutely stimulated the power of the Samsara Martial Spirit, and his whole body burst into a gleam of white brilliance, fully resisting the incoming light rain.

Bang bang bang! ! !

The rain of light poured down violently, as if it were endless. Rao was the power of reincarnation, but it was also unstoppable, and was beaten to the core.

Ding Ding Deng! ! !

Yang Xuan's footsteps were unsteady, and he couldn't stop backing away. This is because he was physically strong and possessed the spirit of reincarnation. Otherwise, with just one blow, he would be destroyed in body and spirit, and he couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring for a while.

Similarly, King Wei Wei Yuntian froze in his heart and blurted out: "I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that one of the strongest god-level martial arts in the world was actually obtained by your little teenagers."

"What, this son actually has a god-level martial arts spirit!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone in the Wei Palace also gasped.

It's just, what exactly is this god-level martial spirit, and it can actually block Wei Yuntian's blow, which is simply incredible.

"If this king is not mistaken, you are the legendary Samsara Martial Spirit, right?"

Although it was an inquiry, Wei Yuntian was quite sure.

"Yes, I am the Samsara Martial Spirit."

Yang Xuan nodded, but there was no longer a trace of ease in his heart. His whole person was bright and strong, as if he wanted to burn up to block the dense rain of light.

The light and rain kept coming, and it was invincible. It hit Yang Xuan with a sonorous sound, causing his body and even his soul to tremble.

"If you have my cultivation level, it will only be me who will be defeated today."

Wei Yuntian said so, slightly raised his other big hand, and pressed it down with a palm.

boom!

The heaven and the earth shook, and this palm was like the hand of a god, falling overwhelmingly, trying to crush Yang Xuan into pieces.

"Brother Yang, be careful!"

The expressions of Xu Yang and others changed greatly, and they all secretly broke into a cold sweat for Yang Xuan, but Fairy Yuechan's expression did not change, as if she was not worried about Yang Xuan's safety.

Yang Xuan can live to this day, this life is a miracle, and how can a person who can create miracles repeatedly die here?

Fairy Yuechan believed that Yang Xuan should have a plan to deal with it, and he would never be captured.

"Enchanted!"

Sure enough, just as Fairy Yuechan thought, Yang Xuan didn't think much about it, and a black flame rose from his body.

The demonic flames were like waves, rising into the sky, and all the light and rain entered the demonic flames, and it vanished on the spot. When the mountain-like giant palm fell, it only suppressed the demonic flames, and did not hurt Yang Xuan in the slightest.

"You are a demon!"

Wei Yuntian was moved, as if he had never thought that Yang Xuan still had such an identity, this is a demon clan, and it has been the strongest clan in the world since ancient times.

"Devil, he is actually a demon."

Everyone in the palace of Wei shouted, and all of them looked at Yang Xuan with fear. Although they had long known that Yang Xuan had an extraordinary origin, they did not expect that the blood of the demons actually flowed in Yang Xuan's body.

"kill!"

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, he took out the purgatory sword and slashed out continuously, emitting a sword energy that filled the sky.

One after another sword energy was as black as ink, turning into a sea of ​​black swords, rushing towards Wei Yuntian frantically.

"Hmph, no matter how strong the bloodline is, it's nothing but the cultivation level of the Divine Power Realm. How big a wave can this cultivation level make."

Wei Yuntian was furious, and with a punch, there was absolutely no fancy blow, and with a bang, the black sword energy was shattered.

This was a punch that was almost destructive, and the terrifying fist was unabated, smashing straight down all the way, and its target was Yang Xuan.

"war!"

Yang Xuan did not retreat, but instead advanced, he actually stood up from the ground, greeted the fist, and slashed out with a sword.

This kind of crazy action made everyone stunned, especially everyone in the palace of Wei, who felt the scalp numb, how could this kid be so bold, this is determined to fight the king of Wei to the death!

Fighting with an emperor, even if it is only a half-step emperor, is enough to make people feel shocked. However, after a brief shock, everyone in the palace of Wei quickly calmed down, and everyone did not think that Yang Xuan could really compete with Wei. Wang, looked at him as if looking at a dead man.