Eternal Demon King

"Is this also what the seniors meant?"

Yang Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at Jiu Mokong. His dark eyes were as deep as the ocean, and he asked with a smile that was not a smile.

Since this brocade-clothed man called Jiu Mokong his master, he was obviously a disciple of Jiu Mokong.

At a young age, this person can cultivate to the peak of the Immortal Sovereign Realm, but he is considered a genius of immortality, but his brain is not very easy to use. .

"Little disciple is ignorant, little friend, don't mind, you can leave at any time."

Jiu Mokong said with a haha, he is still an old man and he doesn't want to get into unnecessary trouble. A arrogant junior like Yang Xuan can never be a loose cultivator.

For some people, once they have formed a grudge, it really cannot be resolved.

It is true that his cultivation is far higher than Yang Xuan. If he really wants to make a move, he can easily suppress Yang Xuan, but if he really wants to do this, it will definitely anger the forces behind Yang Xuan.

If Yang Xuan was really a loose cultivator, he wouldn't be worried, but what if he was a descendant of a certain great family?

"Master, the high-ranking immortal king, I am afraid of what he will do as a junior. No matter where he comes from or what background, the disciples are not afraid. I, Long Xuan, have not spoken, and he will never want to leave here."

The brocade-clothed man interrupted, looking unhappy.

In front of everyone's eyes, his master was just sullen, and he actually said that he was an apprentice who was ignorant, which made him feel shameless.

"It's ridiculous, I, Yang Xuan, want to go, who dares to stop me?"

Yang Xuan froze and looked at the man in brocade, who called himself Long Xuan, with a cold smile on his face.

"What Yang Xuan, this prince has never heard of it. Unless you kowtow to my master today to make amends, you won't want to leave alive."

In the southern border of Xianyu, there are not a few cultivators surnamed Yang, but there is not a big Yang clan. In Long Xuan's opinion, Yang Xuan may really be a loose cultivator.

There is no shortage of arrogance in loose cultivation, and some people have great luck, and their cultivation is also smooth.

"I didn't expect to be a prince, but is the prince amazing?"

Yang Xuan pouted, there are many immortal dynasties in the immortal realm, but not every immortal dynasties have a long heritage and strong heritage, and he couldn't help but look at Long Xuan more while thinking.

In a luxurious robe, his face is like jade, his eyes are like stars, and his temperament is very outstanding.

"I haven't even heard of my own name. It seems that you are not a monk in the southern region of Xianyu, otherwise you would not be so ignorant."

Long Xuan sneered, raised his foot and took a few steps forward. He glanced at Wu Lingyan beside Yang Xuan a few more times before returning to Yang Xuan and said word by word, "I, Long Xuan, From the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, you must have heard of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, right?"

Hearing this, Yang Xuan's eyes flashed, and he said lightly, "Is it the Tianlong Dynasty? I have heard a little about it."

In Lin Feng's memory, there was information about the Dragon Dynasty.

The Tianlong Dynasty was born in the last years of the ancient times. According to legend, its first emperor was a great saint of the immortal realm. Even if the other party had already been destroyed, the Tianlong Dynasty was far less prosperous than it was in the past, but it was also in the south of the fairyland. One of the big forces in the world, few people dare to provoke them.

One side of the Immortal Dao Dynasty was ruled by a group of immortal cultivators, and ancient dynasties such as the Tianlong Dynasty, regardless of the number and level of immortal cultivators, far exceeded the ordinary Immortal Dao dynasties.

"Listen, I am the ninth prince of the Tianlong Dynasty, and my father, the emperor, is the contemporary emperor of the Tianlong Dynasty, known as Emperor Wuji."

Long Xuan looked arrogant and authentic. His father's full name was Long Wuji. Because of his cultivation in the emperor realm, he was called Emperor Wuji by many people.

"Either the ninth prince or the eldest prince, what does it have to do with me?"

Yang Xuan shook his head, suddenly became domineering and strong, and said: "Don't say that you are just a little prince, even if your father Long Wuji is here, he can't stand in my way."

As soon as these words came out, many monks watching the fun couldn't help but gasped.

Yang Xuan was disrespectful to Jiu Mokong and ignored Long Xuan. He even called Emperor Wuji's name in person, saying that even if Long Wuji came, he couldn't stand in his way. This is not so much arrogance as madness , it's shocking to think about.

"Bold, what kind of identity and cultivation base do you dare to offend our Lord Wuji Emperor?"

"It's abominable, let's go up together, take him down, and wait for the ninth prince."

At the same time when people were shocked, several immortal saints in armor and full of tyrannical breath rushed forward immediately and stood still behind Long Xuan, all of them talking with fire-breathing eyes. With Yang Xuan.

Seeing this scene, Wu Lingyan's pretty face changed, and she grabbed Yang Xuan's arm intentionally, slightly nervous.

"Don't worry, I have everything."

Yang Xuan comforted in a low voice, and looked up at the few armor-clad immortal saints, "Why, do you want more people to bully me?"

"you wanna die!"

Several armor-clad immortal saints were furious. They were all Long Xuan's personal bodyguards and monks of the Tianlong Dynasty. If they were not self-reliant and cultivated, if Long Xuan hadn't spoken yet, they would have been in trouble long ago.

"It's you who are looking for death."

Yang Xuan ridiculed that his body of the god of war was just beginning, and he was worrying about where to fight with people, so as to condense his fighting spirit.

"Junior, you are too conceited, just because you dare to speak rudely to Emperor Wuji, this old man will never let him leave easily."

Jiu Mokong shouted in a deep voice, he wanted to calm down, but now, he has completely eliminated this idea.

He Jiu Mokong is the ancestor of the Biyun Sect, a high-ranking immortal king who has been famous for a long time. He even has Long Xuan, the ninth prince of the Tianlong Dynasty as his apprentice. He has the entire Tianlong Dynasty as a backer. Can't an unknown junior immortal?

"To deal with this son, one disciple is enough, why do you need the master to come out in person?"

Long Xuan waved his hand and walked directly to an open space, staring at Yang Xuan with sharp eyes, and said, "You and I have the same cultivation level, and it's impossible to talk about who bullies who, so I'll ask you, how dare you live and die with me? A war?"

With so many people watching, Long Xuan was reluctant to use his hand, and he was confident that he could deal with Yang Xuan.

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

Yang Xuandao did not refuse nor fear.

"Husband, you..."

Aside, Wu Lingyan hesitated.

"It's alright, it's just a royal prince of a dynasty. If you kill it, you will kill it. There is nothing to worry about."

Yang Xuan did not deliberately lower his voice, and his words completely angered Long Xuan.

"Mad, I will kill you!"

Long Xuan's face was extremely gloomy, his lungs were about to explode with anger, and even before the fight started, the other party seemed to believe that he would definitely die. How could he bear it?

"To kill you, you only need two moves, take it!"

Yang Xuan opened his mouth, then jumped up, stretched out a big hand, and slashed towards Long Xuan condescendingly.