Eternal Demon King

"Where is my Kunpeng clan son?"

"I'm waiting."

"Everyone listens to my orders, let's go out and kill the enemy."

"Kill!"

On Kunpeng Mountain, Peng Wanshan gave an order, transformed into the body of Kunpeng, and took tens of thousands of people to charge down.

"Kill my clan, destroy my homeland, I want you to wait for the blood debt to be repaid, the gods will be destroyed, die!"

Peng Wanshan rushes to the front, covering the sky and the sun, with murderous aura, as if an ancient Kunpeng came into the world. Wherever it goes, it is invincible, and its flesh and blood are flying. No one is the enemy of its unity. The monks of Shenzong all turned into pieces one after another.

This is the Kunpeng clan's most powerful innate supernatural power. It is displayed by the cultivation base of Peng Wanshan's peak of Taoism, and ordinary extraordinary monks are no match for it.

At the same time, countless monks of the Kunpeng family, either incarnated as Kunpeng, or unfolded the wings of Kunpeng, like wolves entering the flock, began to kill.

They have hatred in their hearts, strong killing intent, and merciless action. Even if they encounter an invincible person, no one backs down.

On Kunpeng Island, some surviving monster monks soon joined in.

All of them have red eyes, revenge for revenge, and revenge for grievances. They are unwilling to let even a single fish slip through the net.

The invasion of the Heaven Smiting Sect and the corpse god sect destroyed the pure land where they could survive in one fell swoop, and killed and humiliated many of their relatives.

If you don't kill all these bastards today, they will probably go crazy.

"No, Kunpeng Island was blocked, it must be the young emperor of the Demon Race, we can't escape..."

"Everywhere is dead, let's fight with them, kill!"

There was no escape, so the Heaven Smiting Sect and the cultivators of the Corpse God Sect had to rise up to resist, so maybe they could buy some time until their ancestors returned from the sky.

Their two major sects, a total of five extraordinary ancestors, two of them have reached the realm of semi-immortals. As long as the ancestors return with a great victory, they may not die in the end.

For a time, the entire Kunpeng Island was full of brilliance flying, rocks collapsing, and dust flying.

No matter how the cultivators of the two factions resisted, they could not stop the attacks of the Kunpeng clan, the demon clan, and the ancestors of all parties such as Wang Tiande, and it didn't take long for them to suffer heavy casualties and screams.

Pengfei didn't kill people. This was a one-sided massacre. It was the same with him or without him.

He took a deep breath, stepped in front of Yang Xuan, clasped his fists solemnly and said, "My Kunpeng clan will never forget the kindness of Brother Yang, if there is any use for my Kunpeng clan in the future, Brother Yang will just speak. "

Today, it is fortunate that Yang Xuan came to help. Otherwise, their Kunpeng clan would surely be killed and robbed.

Pengfei felt very lucky just thinking about it, and was also full of deep gratitude to Yang Xuan.

"I happened to pass by and learned that the nobles were in danger, so I came to rescue them, but Brother Peng, didn't you enter the Hall of Eternal Life at the beginning, why didn't you go to the City of Destiny in the end?"

Yang Xuan waved his hand and asked again out of curiosity.

"Oh, this is a long story..."

Pengfei sighed and slowly revealed the matter of trapping himself in the secret realm of the Louvre.

The Louvre Museum is the dojo of an Immortal King. Although the Dao Lineage of that Immortal King is preserved, not everyone can inherit it. Even Pengfei almost died in it.

"I see."

The immortal world is vast and has too many secret realms. Once you enter it, you have to go through a life and death test.

Pengfei was able to pass the test and survived the Louvre Museum, and it is no wonder that he has made great progress in his cultivation in just a few decades.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan said again: "There will be gains and losses, and Brother Peng doesn't have to worry about it. With your talent, you will be able to make great achievements in the future, and you will be able to ascend to immortality just around the corner."

Pengfei smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Yang, don't talk politely to me, I know my talent best, although it is hard to match among my peers, but compared with you, Brother Yang, my talent is insignificant. already."

The young emperor of the Demon Race, who can leapfrog and kill half-immortals, has only cultivated for more than a hundred years. How high does his talent have to be?

"I'm a monster, don't compare with me."

Pengfei was speechless. In fact, in his eyes, Yang Xuan was indeed a monster, both in the past and now.

"Anyway, you'll be fine. I'll stay on Kunpeng Island for a few days, and then I'll go back."

Yang Xuan said with a smile.

"Leave so soon!?"

Pengfei was surprised.

"Over the years, I have traveled all over the world, and the Eastern Emperor Realm will also be my last stop. When I go back this time, I will retreat and practice for a while."

"Brother Yang's cultivation base is not far from soaring, right?"

"It's too difficult for me to become an immortal, especially in this immortal world. When I reach the half-immortal realm, I have to go to a secret place and use a passage to go to the immortal territory. Maybe, let's come to the future, We can only see you in Xianyu.

"Within a thousand years, I will be able to go to the Immortal Realm. At that time, we will meet again."

"Roar!"

Just between the two of them talking, a muffled roar suddenly came from not far away, but it was the corpse god, and the voice was shrill and painful.

"What happened to it?"

Pengfei asked.

Yang Xuan squinted his eyes and said: "Transformation, a corpse puppet, if you want to become a corpse, you have to endure great torture. This process is long or short, and it is extremely dangerous. I can't help it, it depends on whether it can survive. already."

"If it survives, what will it look like in the end?"

"I don't know, this has something to do with its self-consciousness. Generally speaking, consciousness dominates the body. If its consciousness during its lifetime originated from a woman, then it will instinctively change to what it was during her lifetime."

"Tsk tsk, this is a half-immortal corpse god. Even if she becomes a peerless beauty in the end, I am afraid that not everyone can control it."

Pengfei smacked his lips and said, "Of course, Brother Yang is an exception. You are the master of this corpse and have absolute control over it."

"You're wrong, but I never thought to control it."

Yang Xuan shook his head, strode over, paid attention to the changes of the corpse god, and said, "It's not easy to turn a corpse into a human. If you can't hold on, I'll give you a treat and let you free."

"It hurts!"

The corpse god hugged his head and shouted, his voice was no longer turbid, but instead had a bit of feminine femininity.

"My God, it doesn't really turn into a woman, does it!?"

Pengfei stepped forward and opened his mouth in shock.

"It's not a bad thing to be a woman. I don't want to be surrounded by a big guy or a bad old man."

Just as Yang Xuan was speaking, the corpse god's body began to rip and flesh, and the figure kept shrinking, and soon returned to the size of a normal person. specific situation.

Only Yang Xuan could clearly see what was inside the blood cocoon, and he couldn't help but sighed, "Qingben beautiful woman, why is she a corpse!"