Eternal Demon King

"Oh my God, is that person really the ancestor of the Demon Sect of No Phase? How can such a heroic demon who sees his head but does not see his tail, how could he condescend to come to our Rising Clouds Sword Sect!?"

"When people come to visit, then there must be something important to discuss with my ancestors, and I can't be neglected."

"It's too bad. This young man surnamed Yang will immediately chase people away as soon as he comes up. This will definitely anger Meng Zhenghai and cause great trouble for our Rising Cloud Sword Sect. If one is bad, we will all die."

In the open space on the top of the peak, many disciples of Rising Cloud Sword Sect whispered, and their hearts were full of fear and anxiety.

Even Lin Hai and Jiang Xiner's expressions changed slightly, and their hearts tightened.

Although they are only disciples of small sects, they also know that there are two sects, three sects and five major forces outside the Great Wilderness Mountains.

These two three sects are the Wuxiang Demon Sect, the Dayan Shenzong, the Heartless Sect, the Shadow Sect, and the last Five Poison Sect.

Among them, the strength is the Wuxiang Demon Sect and Dayan Shenzong the most.

There are two major sects, one is the overlord of the Demon Dao in the Profound Desolate Realm, and the other is the leader of the righteous way in the Profound Desolation Realm. There are tens of millions of disciples, and among them, there are many masters, hiding dragons and crouching tigers.

It can be said that as long as there are monks in the Xuanhuang realm, there is no one who does not know the name of Meng Zhenghai, the ancestor of the Wuxiang Demon Sect.

This Meng Zhenghai has been famous for more than 100,000 years. He is a strong man who has cultivated for endless years and has reached the peak of Dongtian.

The peak of the cave, that is, the half-step transformation.

Such people, turning their hands into clouds and covering their hands into rain, can easily destroy their Rising Clouds Sword Sect, and they are simply not the existences they can provoke.

What's more, the other party is a demon cultivator who is moody and will kill if he moves.

Jiang Xiner hesitated for a moment, and immediately trotted to Yang Xuan, panting and reminding in a low voice, "Young Master, this person is too strong, you, you need to be careful, otherwise there will be danger."

"Ancestor worship is a very solemn and solemn matter, and it should not be disturbed by outsiders. In addition, you can rest assured that I will be fine."

Yang Xuandao.

"But……"

Jiang Xiner hesitated to speak, and felt a little uneasy in her heart. After all, that person was the Supreme Patriarch of the Phaseless Demon Sect.

Even if Yang Xuan is a handsome man with extraordinary talent and strength, he cannot be Meng Zhenghai's opponent.

"It turns out that the noble faction is worshipping the ancestors, so it's really not at the right time for Meng Xie to come."

Meng Zhenghai obviously heard Yang Xuan's words, looked at Yang Xuan from a distance and asked, "Who is your Excellency? It doesn't look like someone from the Rising Cloud Sword Sect, right?"

The words were polite, but there was a trace of anger in his eyes.

"Whether it is or not has nothing to do with you. Since you know it's not the right time to come, you can go back and forth from where you are now."

Yang Xuan looked up at Meng Zhenghai with an indifferent expression.

"you……"

Furious, Meng Zhenghai didn't act rashly. Before he knew Yang Xuan's origin, he was somewhat cautious.

After all, not long ago, the huge Five Poison Sect was completely wiped out, and it happened that Rising Cloud Sword Sect was involved.

No matter how high Ren Mengzhenghai's cultivation base is, no matter how conceited he is, he does not dare to underestimate such a sect that seems to have long since fallen into disrepair.

At the same time, the appearance of Yang Xuan's unfamiliar face also made him quite vigilant.

He also had to be vigilant, because in addition to Yang Xuan, behind Yang Xuan stood a stern, cold-blooded Mo Yuanzi.

This person is also very well-mannered. It seems that he is not a local demon cultivator in the Profound Desolate Realm, but his cultivation is extremely high, which is on par with him.

"Three breaths, after three breaths, if you don't leave, you will never have to leave."

Yang Xuan spoke again soon. The voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the world, and it clearly reached Meng Zhenghai's ears. How could the dignified patriarch ever be so humiliated?

His face was gloomy, his eyes shot with murderous intent, and he said angrily: "Where is the junior, with the cultivation of the emperor's realm, dare to talk to this old man like this?"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Xuan seemed to have changed a person, exuding icy killing intent all over his body.

The corner of Mo Yuanzi's mouth sneered, knowing that Meng Zhenghai was dead, but this was also when he showed his loyalty, so he immediately took a step forward and said: "It's just a monk in the sky, why should the master take action in person? Lord, get rid of this man."

"Lord? Fellow Daoist is this son's follower!?"

Meng Zhenghai was taken aback.

"You are mistaken, I am the slave of the Lord, not a follower guard."

Mo Yuanzi shook his head, and he was about to make a gesture,

"No need, with your strength, you won't be able to kill him for a while."

Yang Xuan waved his hand and pointed at Meng Zhenghai from a distance, "It only takes one blow to kill you."

"Damn you, wait, this is..."

Meng Zhenghai was furious at first, and then his pupils shrank, and as Yang Xuan pointed out, a phantom and unpredictable purple smoke shot towards him at an unbelievably fast speed.

"Damn, what kind of secret technique is this? It actually gave me a feeling of extreme danger, so I had to use my trump card as soon as I came."

Meng Zhenghai had no time to think about it, and suddenly propped up the cave.

His Dongtian, also known as the Dongtian Ghost Realm, is a realm surrounded by a layer of black mist. It seems that there are thousands of ghosts whistling and wailing in it, making people tremble unconsciously.

However, even with Dongtian defending his body, Meng Zhenghai was still a little uneasy. Almost at the moment when Dongtian was unfolding, an ancient mirror the size of a palm appeared in front of him out of thin air.

This is the Xuanming Mirror, which is his natal magic weapon. It can reflect all the enemy's attacks and greatly offset the external forces. As soon as it comes out, it rises to several feet in the face of the storm, and the whole body exudes a light blue light.

"court death!"

A look of disdain flashed in Mo Yuanzi's eyes. Yang Xuan was referring to Ziyan, but he once killed Hu Yankang, the ancestor of the Five Poison Sect. Even if Meng Zhenghai was stronger than Hu Yankang, there was absolutely no possibility of his life.

Meng Zhenghai didn't know this. Under the double protection of the ghost realm and the mysterious realm, he believed that the purple smoke would never hurt him.

"die!"

As soon as Yang Xuan's cold voice came out, in the next instant, the purple smoke collided with Meng Zhenghai's ghost world.

boom!

As soon as it collided, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sound was like thunder, and the ghost world collapsed on the spot and turned into nothingness.

"puff!"

Meng Zhenghai vomited blood and was on the verge of falling. His cave was destroyed in one blow, and he was also severely injured. Even his cultivation level fell to the bottom.

"boom!"

Soon, a dull sound came out again, but it was the purple smoke that blasted above the Xuanming Realm, causing the entire Xuanming Realm to vibrate violently, and began to shatter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No, not fragmentation, but weathering, a little bit of weathering.

"Impossible, this mirror took a lifetime of hard work and was made from the supreme gold of the stars, and it can't stop you from a single blow!?"

Meng Zhenghai's complexion changed greatly, and he was distorted with fear!

"Cultivation road is slow, time is the most ruthless, let you be the best in the world, let you be the hero of the world, in the face of the power of the years, all will turn dust to dust and will no longer exist."

Yang Xuan said coldly.