Eternal Demon King

"Hmph, you dare to go deep into this place alone, I really don't know if you are not afraid of death, or if you are a master of art."

Hou Leng narrowed his eyes, his eyes were sharp, and looked at Yang Xuan coldly.

Yang Xuan is tall and straight, dressed in white clothes, his face is cut like a knife, and his appearance is still handsome, but his cultivation base is too low, and his white hair is extremely dazzling.

This is normal. After all, this is a barren mountain and forbidden land. The world is filled with the power of stripping away the years. Anyone who comes here will be eroded by the power of the years, and they will gradually age until they turn into a pile of dead bones. no longer exists.

Of course, the higher the cultivation base, the longer the lifespan. For them, the true fairyland monks, as long as they don't stay too long, as long as they don't go too deep into the barren mountains, there will be no danger to their lives, at most they will lose some lifespan That's all, after the event, it can be recovered with the help of some longevity-enhancing pills, or the fruit of the years.

But the monks below the true immortal are different. They are still unable to condense immortal essence in the body, and their lifespan is not long, and they may die at any time. Forcibly entering the mountain is a bad thing to gamble on a future.

It is true that if a cultivator of Xiandao wants to achieve something and become a superior person, he must not fear death, dare to fight, but if he wants to become stronger, he also needs to know how to advance and retreat, and know how to choose. .

Thinking of this, Hou Leng said again: "Boy, do you know that you are really stupid, and stupid people often don't have a good end."

In this valley, there are a total of three Time Fruits growing. After killing the Ascension Sect and his party, all of them have been obtained by their Blood Floating Sect. Yang Xuan asked for one or two Time Fruits when he opened his mouth.

However, no matter how good the fruit of time is, you have to weigh whether you have life or not.

This kid is obviously not very cultivated, even his hair is white, and he doesn't know how long he can live. Even if he does get one or two years of fruit in the end, he is afraid that he will die of old age in the mountains before he leaves the barren mountains.

"Do I look stupid?"

Yang Xuan touched his nose and couldn't help laughing.

Since he chose to show himself from the shadows, he was ready to kill and get the fruit. Anyway, these three fruit of time were all snatched by Hou Leng and others, so he would not feel uneasy when he started.

Sen Luo was angry and said coldly: "Boy, no matter who you are or what your background is, you have seen things you shouldn't have seen, let alone the idea of ​​years."

"Isn't it a place for those who are capable of treasures?"

Yang Xuanjian raised his eyebrows lightly, but he was not smiling.

"Haha, this is the funniest joke I've heard since Sen Luo's debut."

Sen Luo laughed angrily.

A young man of extraordinary peak, half-immortal realm, this kind of cultivator, if you grab a lot in Zhenwu Immortal Realm, you need as many as you want, even if he seems to have practiced an amazing technique of restraining his breath, even if he relies on it. , but it is difficult to turn out how much waves.

In the cultivation of the immortal way, the cultivation base determines the strength. Without the cultivation base of the Immortal Sovereign Realm, it is not considered a master at all, and in this barren mountain forbidden area, the Immortal Monarch cannot come.

For Sen Luo, as long as he is not an immortal, he is not afraid of anyone, including Fang Baiyu, the first true disciple of the Ascension Sect.

Yang Xuan rarely talked nonsense, looked around at Sen Luo, Hou Leng and others, and said: "It's useless to talk more, let's go together, wait for you to be killed, I have to go elsewhere to collect the fruit of the years, I don't have time to waste time with you."

A group of monks in the real fairyland, Yang Xuan naturally would not take it seriously. Although he has not yet broken through to the real fairyland, his strength is far beyond his own cultivation.

It can be said that as long as he is not facing an immortal king, he will not be in any danger, whether it is an immortal king or an immortal saint, he can run even if he can't beat him, and no one can keep him.

The Great Void Technique is paired with Kunpeng's Wings. His speed is not a vegetarian. In addition, he also has the Heaven-Swallowing Talisman, which can restrain his energy. Even if it is difficult for outsiders to find him, he is not afraid.

"The madman is looking for death!"

"Things like ants, I think you are really impatient."

"Senior Brother Sen Luo, wait a moment, Junior Brother will go over to take him down for you, and let you go."

Numerous blood floating sect cultivators were livid and furious, and some people were about to make a move.

Among them, apart from Sen Luo and Hou Leng, the cultivation base has reached the third level of True Wonderland. If they can't deal with even a half-immortal, it will make people laugh out loud.

"Stop, this child is not easy, I have to deal with it myself."

Sen Luo waved his hand and strode towards Yang Xuan, "Your breath-holding technique is extraordinary. If you are willing to dedicate this technique to me, I can promise to keep you a whole corpse."

"Have you finished all your last words?"

As soon as Yang Xuan said this, even Sen Luo was enraged.

"You don't eat a toast, you don't eat a penalty drink. I'll personally interrupt your hands and feet, cut off your tongue, and then perform a soul-searching and memory-destroying technique to find what I want from your mind."

"Yes, then you can come and try."

Yang Xuan remained motionless, calm and calm.

He has eight great achievements in life and death, and his fleshly body is sanctified. Even if he does not use other means, he can still kill a true immortal with his powerful physique, so why should he be afraid of a Sen Luo?

This Sen Luo may be a genius in the blood floating gate, and he is also called the leader of the younger generation in this immortal realm, but he cannot threaten him, let alone attract his attention.

The immortal realm is vast, and there are many masters, but the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to see, because those people spend most of the time cultivating and enlightening, but they don't have time to go out for a walk.

"die!"

Sen Luo's killing intent was soaring, and he suddenly raised the Xuanyin Ghost Banner. The Xuanyin Ghost Banner faced the storm, rushed out of the ferocious ghosts in the sky, and rushed towards Yang Xuan frantically. area.

"Xuefumen, but he wants to use his ghost weapon, you might as well join the Xuanyin Sect."

Yang Xuan sneered, a spiritual sense turned into a storm, crushed the evil spirits around him, and let out bursts of mournful howls.

This head of evil spirits are all refined from the souls of true fairyland monks. The best way to deal with them is to use spiritual power to forcibly destroy their souls.

"I didn't expect your spiritual sense to be so strong, and you also practiced such a powerful Essence Mysticism!"

Sen Luo was startled, his expression became a little dignified, and his figure only flickered. The person came to Yang Xuan and threw his fist at him. With one punch, the blood suffocated like a boundless sea of ​​blood, which was extremely terrifying. .

"You shouldn't fight me close-handed."

Yang Xuan shook his head, turning his five fingers into claws, breaking through the bloody aura coming from his face, and accurately grasping Sen Luo's fist.

boom!

When the fists collided, there was a muffled sound, and Sen Luo was shocked to find that Yang Xuan, who was in front of him, was holding his fist tightly with his bare hands, and he could not break free.