Eternal Demon King

"Come so fast!"

"Before the enemy, Brother Yang, leave quickly, don't give your life in vain for me."

Huo Yunzi and Ye Feiyang looked at each other in amazement, they understood that An Luo was coming, and they didn't think that Yang Xuan could rival each other.

No matter how strong Yang Xuan is, he is only an emperor after all, and An Luo's cultivation is obviously far beyond the realm of the emperor.

The arrival of such characters seems to be a mortal situation. Even if Yang Xuan has the intention to protect them, he is afraid that it will be difficult to turn the tide.

"I'm here to kill this person. It's okay if he doesn't come, but he can only be killed for me when he comes."

Yang Xuan's expression remained the same, he raised a hand, and the golden light in the palm of his hand turned into a huge golden palm of the same size.

boom!

At this moment, the entire sky trembled.

The moment the two giant palms clashed, they all shattered and disappeared, as if they had never appeared before, but the cracks in the void that appeared in the void made it clear that the two sides had officially fought.

What is even more shocking is that Yang Xuan did not lose the slightest in this fight.

"Oh my God, this is too strong, is he really an emperor? That person's cultivation base has at least the Heavenly Cave Realm, and the power of one palm is enough to destroy the entire imperial city, but he was easily wiped out by him. , is simply incredible."

"Great, with this person here, we might all survive."

In the imperial city, the crowd was surprised and happy, and the shock was undecided for a while. It seemed that the imperial city was not damaged at all under this collision, and it was not affected by any.

And all of this was done by Yang Xuan.

If he hadn't made a strong shot and smashed the giant palm that covered the sky, they would almost certainly die.

For a time, countless people looked at Yang Xuan with deep awe.

"Oh, the gap is too big. In the past, we might have been able to compete with him, but now, we can only look up to him."

"Under the Emperor, everything is an ant. If it wasn't for him today, we would have died a long time ago. It's ridiculous that many people in the city really think that the prohibition of the Emperor City can stop this monster."

Shang Jie, Qiu Shaoyang, Wei Qingshu and the others chatted in low voices, but they were more depressed than shocked.

As the leaders of the younger generation in the ancient continent, their talent must be high, and their cultivation speed is not too fast. Among them, Qiu Shaoyang is the most, and his cultivation has even reached the supreme realm.

But what about this?

Compared with Yang Xuan, it is completely one day and one day. No matter how hard they practice, they will never catch up with Yang Xuan's footsteps in this life.

Under everyone's attention, Yang Xuan looked into the distance and shouted, "Since you're here, get out of here quickly."

"Interesting, as expected of a strong emperor of the Demon Emperor's family, he is indeed very powerful, but don't be too complacent, this is just a warm-up, the good show is yet to come."

With a cold snort, two figures rushed out of the ancient realm. It was the old man with different eyes and a man in black who returned.

This black-clothed man was tall and straight, with endless indifference flashing in his eyes, as if he had lost humanity and had no emotion at all.

Needless to say, this person is An Luo, a ruthless man whose cultivation base has reached the peak of Dongtian.

With his hands on his back, he stands high in the sky, his eyes are cold and ruthless, just one look makes countless people feel a splitting headache, and the sea of ​​consciousness seems to be shattered!

Yang Xuan was not afraid, but Huo Yunzi and Ye Feiyang beside him could not bear the pressure of this person.

The two of them tried their best to use their divine power, but they only felt like a mountain, and their robes were soaked through in an instant.

"It's not safe here, you go down first."

With a big wave of Yang Xuan's hand, he sent the two of them down the city, and then flew up to the same height as the man in black.

"A small emperor, who dares to be on an equal footing with me An Luo, I have to say that you are really conceited."

The man in black is An Luo, a peerless genius from the Shadow Clan. He squinted Yang Xuan up and down, and said coldly, "Now, I need an explanation!"

"What explanation do you want?"

Yang Xuan asked indifferently, and glanced at the old man with Yitong standing behind An Luo. Although he didn't say anything, the old man with Yitong trembled and was shaking, and his heart was instantly shrouded in fear.

"Useless things."

An Luo frowned and cursed.

"The commander spares his life, this person is really terrible."

The old man with different pupils said with sincerity and fear, as if he was very jealous of An Luo. An Luo practiced a magic art, and his temperament was perverse, and he would kill at every turn.

Since he became famous, not to mention the monks of other tribes, the number of people who died in his hands alone cannot be counted.

"I originally wanted you to do it, but now it seems that you have already lost the courage to fight against the opponent. So, what's the use of keeping you?"

An Luo slapped the backhand, and the old man with different pupils flew out, turning into a cloud of blood.

"Even killing your own clansmen, I have to say that you are really ruthless."

The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know whether he was complimenting or mocking.

"My generation of demon cultivators, if you want to kill, kill as you please, not to mention that he is a waste of lost mind, and death is also a relief for him."

Dark Road.

"You don't deserve to be called a magician."

Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "A real magician will not kill for the sake of killing."

"Don't think that you are from the Demon Emperor's family, so you can point fingers at me. You are no different from me except that your bloodline is stronger than mine."

"You are wrong. Although you and I are both demon cultivators, there are huge differences in essence."

Demon cultivation, to put it bluntly, is cultivation against the sky.

This reversal must be against one's heart as well as one's fate. Only a demon cultivator who dares to face the sky with awe and vows not to yield can be regarded as a true demon.

As for An Luo, he is nothing more than a heartless and unfeeling pseudo-monster who only knows how to kill. In this vast universe, there are too many such people.

Of course, this kind of person is also very fast in cultivation, but most of them don't live long, and the way of heaven in the dark can't accommodate them in the first place.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me why you want to kill my clan, you understand, the clan I'm talking about are those people outside. They are hundreds of thousands of people. It is unforgivable to be slaughtered by you alone."

An Luo looked gloomy, his eyes were fixed on Yang Xuan, and his voice was full of uncontrollable anger and killing intent.

No matter how bloodthirsty he was, the blood of the Shadow Clan was flowing in his body, and he had to avenge those who died.

"I just saw that your Shadow Clan was unhappy and wanted to kill you and others. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Yang Xuan said lazily.

"you……"

An Luo was furious, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he almost couldn't bear it and started to do it.

Yang Xuan didn't realize it, and said, "It's useless to talk too much, let's fight. Today, between you and me, only one person can walk out of this world alive."