Eternal Demon King

"Haha, in this seat's dream, this seat is invincible."

The Nightmare Ancestor laughed loudly, as if Yang Xuan had already regarded it as a piece of meat, but he could let it be slaughtered, and said savagely: "This seat has limited patience, I have no time to waste with you, I will give you three breaths to consider, surrender or Die, you choose."

"With you, do you want me to surrender?"

Yang Xuan said coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't eat a toast or take a penalty drink, this seat will give you a little color to show you the gap between you and me."

The Nightmare Ancestor was obviously provoked, and he controlled countless monsters, constantly attacking Yang Xuan's mind. These monsters were transformed by his thoughts, the transformation of killing. In the past, the monks in the Immortal Emperor Realm went deep into the Valley of the Dead, all of them Died among the dream monsters he created.

Only a few people were wiped out of their minds by him, and they were left as demon slaves to be driven by him.

"A group of ghosts and ghosts, dare to stir the wind and rain in my heart? Let me destroy them all."

Yang Xuan sneered, a terrible will came to his heart, killing many monsters.

"impossible!"

The Nightmare Ancestor shouted.

"In the face of absolute power, there is nothing impossible, it can only be said that you are too weak."

Yang Xuan said coldly, he was following the Dao, and his will was the strongest, almost unshakable.

Why do it?

Persevere in what your heart thinks, and act against the sky. Persistence will not be destroyed, and external evils will be hard to invade.

In fact, the so-called adherents are demons themselves, and they are not demons at the same time. To be precise, they should be the supreme true demons. Just like the Buddha who cut off his obsessions and pursued bliss, he can be called the supreme holy Buddha.

However, whether it is a holy Buddha or a true demon, there is no difference in essence, it is just that the Tao is different, and the ultimate goal is immortality and immortality.

Of course, the Dao has the same goal in the end. As long as Yang Xuan is willing, he can be turned into a Buddha at any time. In other words, the Buddha and the devil are just an appearance, and everything is in his mind.

This is the power of obsession.

Obsession and obsession, if it sounds good, it is thinking and belief, but if it sounds bad, it is paranoia, and it is a demon.

"Okay, very good, you are really not a simple human being, and your will is so strong! But the more you resist, the more this seat will subdue you."

The voice of the Nightmare Ancestor resounded in Yang Xuan's mind again, with an irresistible charm, "Human, you don't have to struggle anymore, you can only help me when you enter this nightmare world. Used."

The voice is still there, Yang Xuan's heart is shaking, and there are figures in front of him. Among them are his parents and relatives, his beloved Qin Lan and other daughters, one by one, as the years pass away, gradually leave him and turn into dust...

The scenes were clearly and cruelly displayed in front of him, and it was unclear whether it was real or a dream.

"kill!"

Yang Xuan was unmoved, and his heart was filled with killing intent, like a world-destroying storm sweeping through everything, wiping out all illusions.

He has become a Daoist, he can see through illusions at a glance, and kill illusions with a single thought. In the final analysis, these illusions are the existence of nothingness. No matter how real the dream is, it is always a dream.

The Nightmare Ancestor wanted to use his dreams to make him sink forever, which was simply wishful thinking.

"Damn little devil, I can't believe I can't deal with you."

The Nightmare Ancestor was shocked and angry, and directly cast the image of the body into the depths of Yang Xuan's mind. It was a ferocious and terrifying giant beast. Series of negative emotions.

"Wait for a long time, kill me!"

Yang Xuan shouted in his heart, and a sharp sword turned into a will, slashing at the giant beast.

puff!

There was a muffled sound, and the sharp sword cut nothing but nothing, and nothing was indestructible. Once the sword was cut down, the giant beast was cut into flying ashes.

"Damn, you dare to destroy my mind clone, I want you to die without a burial."

The Nightmare Ancestor roared, and the avatars of the mind continuously descended, madly biting away towards Yang Xuan's mind.

"It's ridiculous, don't you recognize the reality?"

Yang Xuan's thoughts, personally sitting in his heart, constantly using the sword of will, splitting the will of the ancestor of the nightmare, mercilessly beheading, compared to the will, he is not afraid of the ancestor of the nightmare, he can only say that the ancestor of the nightmare is too much. It was unfortunate that I encountered a freak like him.

His will contains a terrifying obsession. This obsession is pure killing intent. Unless the will of the Nightmare Ancestor is far higher than his, it will not threaten him at all.

"Impossible, this ancestor is the devil in charge of dreams, any will will be swallowed by me..."

The Nightmare Ancestor could not accept this result. It is true that he was killed by his will clone, but the will clone is also a part of his body. As more and more will clones are beheaded, his body is also inevitable. fell into weakness.

"Chop chop chop!"

Yang Xuan ignored the howl of the ancestor of the nightmare demon, and kept beheading his will clone. For such a moment, the will clone of the ancestor of the nightmare demon did not dare to appear again, and was forcefully killed by Yang Xuan in his heart.

"Ah, you deserve to die, this seat will tear you apart."

Not far away, the ancestor of the Nightmare Demon roared into the sky, and a pair of eyes shot out a terrifying blood light.

"Don't worry, I want to kill you too. This kind of thing is a scourge to live, but before killing you, I still have questions to ask you."

Yang Xuan raised his head, looked at the nightmare ancestor who was about to fall into madness and said.

"What do you want to ask?" The Nightmare Ancestor gritted his teeth and calmed down for a while.

"It's very simple, have you ever seen such a woman..." Yang Xuan didn't talk nonsense, and simply described Ji Yuechan's appearance. In his opinion, Ji Yuechan must have been here, and Ji Yuechan is also here. Weak breath fluctuations can never be wrong.

"It's her, so you're the woman's confidant."

Ancestor Nightmare said that he was born in the depths of the sea of ​​​​blood. There was no choice but to let Ji Yuechan pass from now on.

"Oh, where did she go?"

Yang Xuan raised his brows, his eyes could not help but glanced over the Nightmare Ancestor, and looked at the area of ​​the blood sea. The area was filled with a thick layer of black fog, which made it difficult to see clearly, and the spiritual sense was also isolated. , extremely mysterious.

"Hmph, it's okay to tell you, that woman went to the black fog of death behind this seat, and I'm afraid she's already dead now."

Ancestor Nightmare snorted coldly.

"Black fog of death?!"

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, of course he could feel the horror of the black fog, but he did not think that Ji Yuechan would die. As the descendant of the Lord of the Red Dust, Ji Yuechan definitely had the means to save his life, so he dared to go deep into the black fog alone.

"Boy, you don't have to look around, this black fog is the real Jedi, even this seat doesn't dare to set foot on it lightly. As for you, this seat admits that you are very strong, but no matter how strong your will is, your body can't stop the darkness. Erosion of fog."

Nightmare ancestor said.