Eternal Demon King

"No, how can this son be a demon? How can he be so powerful!? This is not true, this is definitely not true, I must have hallucinations."

He Shiming's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was ferocious and distorted.

He couldn't believe it, nor could he accept this fact. He hated both his own incompetence and Yang Xuan's cruelty in his heart. At the same time, it was mixed with anxiety, fear, despair, and a trace of jealousy and unwillingness.

"Why is he not me? I am very powerful, I became famous as a teenager, and I became the youngest true disciple of High Heaven Sword Pavilion at a young age. I am obviously good enough, I am confident that I will be respected as an emperor in the future, and even become a supernatural being, thief god, you But tell me why?"

"No, I can't show hatred for him, or I will definitely die, I will die."

"Yes, I am too weak, I am not his opponent now, nor will he be his opponent in the future. Even if he doesn't kill me today, he will kill me when he encounters me in the future. No matter how hard I struggle, it will be difficult in the end. Run away to death."

All kinds of negative emotions in his heart were intertwined, making He Shiming's whole person become crazy, and he was about to collapse.

"Hehe, your disciple doesn't seem to be in good shape! Do you need me to make him calm down?"

Yang Xuan smiled, looked at He Shiming with pity, and then looked at the gloomy Zuo Lengchan beside He Shiming.

"Useless things, don't cheer up the old man."

Zuo Lengchan kicked He Shiming, looking like he hated iron.

"Ah! Elder Zuo, we have to leave quickly, this, this kid is a murderous devil, really, really will kill us."

He Shiming cried out in pain, speaking inarticulately, he was really scared, and only hoped to leave here as soon as possible, escape to a place where Yang Xuan would never find him and hide, and would never come out for the rest of his life.

"Senior Brother He... crazy!"

On Ziwei Peak, Wu Gang and the others turned pale, looked at each other, and then turned their eyes on Yang Xuan, all filled with righteous indignation.

This guy is the culprit. The reason why He Shiming fell into the land like today is because of this son.

"Shut up, don't you think you're not ashamed enough?"

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Zuo Lengchan only felt that his old face was about to be lost.

"Elder Zuo, hurry up and take me away, no, he, he has already come over and wants to kill us."

He Shiming shouted, obviously insane.

"Damn it, it's hopeless!"

Zuo Lengchan mourned his misfortune, and was angry at him for not arguing. He Shiming was completely slapped into a pile of flesh with one palm.

"So cruel!"

"Hey, even killing his own disciples, this family is going crazy."

On the main peak of the inner door, the faces of the big men from all sides changed slightly, and all of them subconsciously took a few steps back, not daring to lean too close to Zuo Lengchan.

At the moment of Zuo Lengchan, there is a surging aura all over his body, which makes people feel heart palpitations from the bottom of their hearts.

"Haha, Your Excellency's hand is really beautiful. Instead of wasting food, it's better to kill a hundred people."

Yang Xuan rubbed his palms and laughed, pointed at Wu Gang and the others on Ziwei Peak, and then turned to Zuo Lengchan and said, "Have you killed enough? If not, here are a few more."

"No, I don't want to die yet!"

"I'll wait until I know I'm wrong, Headmaster Yang forgive me!"

Wu Gang and the others trembled, almost not scared to death, and begged for mercy from Yang Xuan again and again.

"Don't beg me, it's no use begging me."

Yang Xuan looked indifferent.

When Wu Gang heard his words, he quickly turned his attention to Zuo Lengchan, and said in an uneasy tone: "Zuo, Elder Zuo, we are all disciples of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, you, you can't kill us any more."

"Trash, a bunch of trash, all die for this old man."

With a big wave of Zuo Lengchan's hand, a few cold beams burst into the air, instantly piercing the eyebrows of Wu Gang and others, killing them completely.

Yang Xuan stood in the air, without any effort to stop him, he just sneered at Zuo Lengchan, not knowing whether he was admiring or ridiculing, and cupped his hands: "Your Excellency is decisive in killing, but you have a bit of the true nature of the magic way, admire and admire!"

"Shuzi, you forced this."

Zuo Lengchan roared, hatred to the sky.

"You killed people with your own hands, how can you blame me? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Hearing this, all the bigwigs felt speechless, thinking that if you hadn't fanned the flames and constantly stimulated Zuo Lengchan, Zuo Lengchan would not have killed one after another.

An emperor who has been cultivating for many years should not be fond of sex, anger in appearance, or chaotic in his heart, but in the face of Yang Xuan, Zuo Lengchan seems to have changed a person, and he can't control it at all. inner emotions.

"Well, even if I force you, what can you do to me?"

Yang Xuan shrugged, and quickly spoke again, "I'm a demon. I can do whatever I want. To be honest, even if you don't do anything, I don't even think about letting them go."

After all, the demonic energy in his body has skyrocketed, and it has a tendency to intensify.

"Damn it, what kind of devil was in your previous life!?"

Zuo Lengchan glared at Yang Xuan, with both anger and deep shock in his heart.

The terrifying demonic energy that soared into the sky was like a huge black cloud, covering up the sunlight all over the sky.

Yang Xuan glanced at Zuo Lengchan disdainfully, and said, "The so-called devils in the mouths of your righteous monks are just fake devils with evil hearts. The real devils never have good and evil in their hearts. When they are good, It can help the common people, and when it is evil, it can also kill the common people."

"The evil sect is crooked, and everyone gets it and punishes it. Don't you feel uneasy about your conscience when you protect the way for such demons?"

Zuo Lengchan suddenly let out a loud shout, and his words were obviously a bit questioning, and his intention was nothing more than to draw out the mysterious Dongtian master behind Yang Xuan.

This person can't hide, Zuo Lengchan's heart is uneasy, and he is even more afraid to act rashly and take action against Yang Xuan.

"I am a dead person, a dead person, where does my conscience come from?"

At this moment, an old and hoarse voice sounded out of thin air, and then another person appeared beside Yang Xuan.

"I have seen Ming Lao."

Yang Xuan clasped his fists and saluted, the people around him were all dressed in mink clothes and hats, and his whole body exuded a faint sense of death.

Ming Lao, whose real name is unknown, has always been waiting around Xiaoyao Xianjun with Liu Lao, but as Xiaoyao Xianjun went to find his reincarnation, Ming Lao was arranged by Xiaoyao Xianjun to Yang Xuan's side.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan is also very grateful to Xianjun Xiaoyao, and hopes to have the opportunity to meet with each other again in the future to repay this kindness.

"You don't have to salute, you and I don't need to be so polite."

Old Ming waved at Yang Xuan and looked up at Zuo Lengchan, "The devil also has a way, and the devil also has feelings. As long as this son's original intentions remain unchanged and he has feelings in his heart, I will never regard him as an alien."