Eternal Demon King

"Disciple has seen Master, Murong, Elder Zhuang, everyone please take your seat."

Gradually, Feng Qingyang, Murong Fu, Zhuang Zongzheng, the principal and vice presidents of the Fourth Court, the patriarchs of the Sanctuary Continent, the head of the family, and others all came to the scene one by one, and were warmly received by Yang Xuan as guests.

"The apprentice is getting married, how can the master come empty-handed? Here, this is a wedding gift for you from the master."

"There is also something here, old man, to give to the little friend. I wish the little friend a happy wedding and a happy marriage."

"..."

Piece by piece of gifts, there are divine armor and treasures, secret jade slips, and various magical medicines. Although they are sealed in sandalwood boxes, they are still fragrant and radiant.

Many people's eyes are hot, but no one dares to have a peeping heart.

These are the new wedding gifts that Yang Xuan received.

The guests present did not dare to offend Feng Qingyang and other strongmen of the older generation, let alone offend Emperor Yang Xuan.

"Thank you Master, thank you all."

Yang Xuan accepted everything with a smile. For him today, it doesn't matter whether the treasure is precious or not. What matters is that he has already received everyone's heart.

...

Time, in the lively atmosphere, slowly passed, and the guests of the Sword God Palace were almost there.

Among them, there are also foreign visitors.

For example, Haotianmen, such as the Yao family, etc., all came from the Xuanhuang Realm, with three or five people less, and more than ten people.

These foreign monks, who came with generous gifts, were not the first to come to the Sword God Palace.

For example, Yao Mingquan, the elder of the Yao family, and the patriarchs and elders of various factions.

Seeing Yang Xuan this time, everyone found that Yang Xuan's cultivation base seemed to have improved again, reaching a realm that they couldn't see through, so they all kept their posture low.

Some people were delayed on the way and came a little later, and they also apologized to Yang Xuan again and again.

"Everyone, you are welcome. If you can come, you are Yang's friend. Please take your seat."

Yang Xuan smiled all over his face, without the slightest arrogance and dissatisfaction on his face, and arranged everything properly.

During the period, the brothers of the Pei family, Pei Yuntian and Pei Wushuang, also came from far away and were taken directly by Yang Xuan to the table where their parents, Master Feng Qingyang, Gu Tongxuan and his wife, and the relatives of the daughters were located. Sit down.

The position here is the most advanced, and Yang Xuan's move also showed enough respect for the Pei brothers.

Both of them are his relatives, and each of them has given him guidance on the road of cultivation. Although they have not seen each other for a long time, their relatives are relatives and cannot be compared with others.

"Everyone, please be quiet. My dear Tuo Bayun, I was fortunate enough to be invited by Emperor Yang today to be the officiant of this wedding. I feel a little flattered myself. If there are any shortcomings, please forgive me."

As noon approaches, a grand wedding is about to begin.

On the wedding stage, Tuo Bayun was dressed in clean and decent formal clothes, his hair was neatly combed and translucent, and he dressed up for the first time, which made people no longer feel wretched. Make a joke.

"Senior, let's get started, we are all waiting to see the brides!"

"Yes, yes."

Qian Zui, Dongfang Yun, Shi Yu and others coaxed and said that they were friends with Yang Xuan, and they talked more casually.

It was Bao Bao and Xiao Yuner, who were also flying in the sky in a flying boat, chattering for a while, clamoring to see the bride.

Although the others did not speak, most of them also showed anticipation in their eyes.

Emperor Yang's wedding, it is said that there are more than one bride, and all of them are like flowers and jade, stunning and peerless, which is really admirable and enviable.

"Cough, since everyone can't wait, then I will..."

Tuobayun cleared his throat and was about to invite the bride, but before he could finish speaking, an incomparably strong voice sounded far in the sky at an inopportune time.

"The old man came uninvited and came to ask Emperor Yang for a wedding drink. Emperor Yang won't show up!"

This sound also alarmed the crowd. Countless people looked up and saw a strong bald man suddenly appearing in the distant sky.

That strong man, shirtless and upper body, eyes like falcons, eyes open and closed, blood-colored brilliance flows, and his body is tyrannical.

"Who is Your Excellency? Don't you know that today is the wedding of the headmaster of my Sword God Palace? It's rude."

Some Sword God Palace elders shouted angrily, and many Sword God Palace disciples were also angry and dissatisfied, and they all stared at the strong man.

"Okay, this person has an old relationship with me and is an acquaintance."

Yang Xuan waved his hand, and then smiled at the strong man and cupped his hand, "So Senior Meng Jiuyou, senior please."

"I don't dare to be a sage, I am a sage, how dare I pretend to be a senior in front of the dignified Emperor Yang?"

With a bit of anger in Meng Jiuyou's words, she descended from the sky and came to Yang Xuan's side, saying, "Meng Mou is here today, drinking is fake, searching is real, I just don't know if Emperor Yang can give me a satisfactory answer. "

"Your sister Mengqing is still alive, I wonder if this question and answer Venerable is still satisfied?"

"really!?"

Meng Jiuyou was both surprised and delighted. Before he came to the Sword God Palace, he thought that his younger sister might have suffered an accident, and that's exactly what happened. He didn't specially prepare any gifts before coming.

"Do I have to lie to the Venerable? Look, this is your sister."

Yang Xuan waved his hand and released the dream from the purgatory sword. After taking the purple glass soul-shaping pill and the purple glass body-shaping pill, the dream was obviously separated from the body of the remnant soul and re-condensed into the flesh.

This was also Qin Lan's hard work on her behalf that day, otherwise the woman would have been beaten to ashes by Yang Xuan.

"Stinky boy, you..."

As soon as the dream came out, I originally wanted to ask Yang Xuan why she let her out, but as soon as her eyes swept away, she immediately saw Meng Jiuyou in front of her, and she couldn't help but tremble.

"Why, don't you know him as a brother?"

Meng Jiuyou looked at the dream, and her body also trembled.

"Little sister has seen big brother."

The dream came back to her senses and hurriedly bowed.

"Hehe, the two of you are looking for a place to talk slowly. Yang has something to do, so he won't accompany him."

Yang Xuan smiled and strode to the wedding stage, signaling that Tuobayun beside him could start.

"Boy, my eyelids keep twitching, this wedding, shouldn't there be any changes?"

Tuobayun's voice was still there, and a cold hum came from outside Jiuxiaoyun, and instantly spread throughout the entire Sword God Palace and even the entire Shenwu Continent.

"Where is Yang Xuan of Sword God Palace? Come out quickly and die."

This voice is domineering and unquestionable, and there is a biting murderous intent in the voice.

The next moment, the whole world was dark, it was clear that the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, but in an instant, the sun seemed to be covered by something, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

"What happened!?"

"Oh my God, look at the sky, we seem to be surrounded by..."

When everyone looked up at the sky, they saw countless figures, one by one, with tyrannical aura or murderous aura, constantly pouring in from outside the sky, filling almost the entire sky.

"These people are..."

Tuobayun swallowed his saliva, and stared blankly at Yang Xuan next to him. The uninvited guests all over the sky seemed to be unkind at first glance.

Among them, the fierce beasts are like clouds, overturning the sky, Duotian, Emperor, and Dongtian-level monks, and there are no less than hundreds of people, and the battle is not too big.

"Naturally, it is the one who seeks revenge from me."

Yang Xuan's face was calm and authentic, all this was within his expectation.

A little under his feet, he stepped onto Jianxuan Peak, stood on the top of the peak, raised his head and sneered: "Lingxiao Jiange, and the ancestors of Bajia and Youjia, Yang has been waiting for you for a long time."