Eternal Demon King

The fountain of life, in terms of its preciousness, is comparable to those rare magical medicines, but after absorbing a little bit, Yang Xuan felt that a powerful life energy was circulating in his body endlessly, and his whole body was comfortable.

In just a short while, his face returned to rosy, his body glowed, and the lost qi and blood also filled up, without the slightest sense of weakness, and his whole person was full of vigor and vitality.

Before long, even the broken bones and broken internal organs were healed.

However, this is not the end, there are still traces of strange divine energy in Yang Xuan's body nourishing his physical body, his physical body has not become stronger, but he has a faint feeling that his body is getting healthier Now, some hidden diseases that are not easy to detect disappeared, and the lifespan increased rapidly.

A drop of the Fountain of Life can make an ordinary person live for 1800 years. This is not a lie. Even if Yang Xuan stops practicing in the future, he can at least live for a thousand years.

"The treasure liquid that prolongs life is not eaten for nothing." With a mutter, he took another drop with his hand and put it in his mouth.

...

After a quarter of an hour, Yang Xuan took out a thousand-year-old cold jade bottle from the storage ring, and carefully put the fountain of life in the spring pool into it.

It is conservatively estimated that there are about forty drops in total.

"When I get out of the secret realm of the ancient gods, I will send a drop of the barbarians to form a good relationship with the barbarians, and I will keep the rest for myself." Yang Xuan muttered to himself, solemnly holding the cold jade bottle containing the spring of life. closed.

This is a life-saving treasure. It is much more powerful than the nine-turn Ningbidan. With this thing, he will be able to come back to life even if he is seriously injured and dying in the future.

"Shenfeng is very big, I'll see if I can get some other good things." Yang Xuan glanced and found a path winding down not far away, so he was going down the mountain to hunt for treasure, but he didn't take a few steps. , a mysterious force descended from the sky and enveloped him.

Then, a feeling of spinning around the world came.

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In the huge valley, Yan Changkong, Tu Tianjue, Jiang Shuitian, the patriarchs of the eight great martial arts families, the headmasters of various sects, elders, and the rulers of many foreign forces are all waiting, hoping to enter the ancient gods and secrets. The disciples under the sect and the juniors in the clan can gain something.

Of course, what everyone hopes most is the disciples, and the younger generation in the clan can survive.

As long as you can survive, you will be able to achieve something in the future.

"What's wrong with Sect Master Jiang? He doesn't look very good. Could it be that he is worried about your disciples?" At this time, Sect Master Tu Tianjue of Shenxing Sect found that Jiang Shuitian, Sect Master of Wangyue Sect, was absent-minded and could not help but ask.

Jiang Shuitian came back to his senses and glanced at Tu Tianjue lightly: "Look at Sect Master Tu's calm look, don't you worry about your disciples at all?"

"Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in the sky." Tu Tianjue said, looking sideways at Yan Changkong: "All the disciples under the master of Yanmen are elites, and if you want to come this time, you will have a great harvest."

"Haha, then thanks to Sect Master Tu Ji Yan." Yan Changkong smiled slightly, but there was still a trace of worry on his face.

Time flies, just as everyone is looking forward to it, three days have passed, and in a blink of an eye, it is three quarters of noon on the fourth day.

hum!

Not surprisingly, the teleportation gate of light reappeared over the valley, and silhouettes flashed and fell from the gate of light. Some people were caught off guard and fell somersaults, shouting repeatedly.

"What's the matter, my Yang family's people, why haven't any of them come out?" Watching the many figures jumping out of the gate of light, Yang Dingkun, the head of the Yang family, felt a little dizzy, because he didn't see even one of the people who came out. Yang family.

"Hey, Patriarch Yang grieves and changes." There was a patriarch of a martial arts family who had a good relationship with Yang Dingkun comforted.

"Pfft!" Yang Dingkun came out of sadness, opened his mouth and spat out blood.

He understands that more than a dozen juniors of the Yang family and several elders of the Vientiane Realm have all died, and died in the ancient gods and secrets. Although he has long known that the mortality rate in the ancient gods and secrets is extremely high, but seeing the entire army annihilated, he It was still unbearable, the blow was too great.

"How is it possible, all are dead, and none of them come out alive!"

"Haha, yes, if you little guys can survive, you will definitely achieve extraordinary achievements in the future."

In the valley, some people are happy and some are sad. After a few minutes, the gate of light has not disappeared, but no one has emerged from the gate of light.

"Wuzhou, how come you are the only ones left, other elders and disciples?" Jiang Shuitian glanced at the crowd coming out of Guangmen, and saw Zuo Wuzhou's from a group of seventy or eighty disciples at a glance. figure, hurriedly asked.

"Sect Master, the old man is guilty, I am ashamed of you!" Zuo Wuzhou staggered to Jiang Shuitian and fell to his knees.

"What's the matter, get up and talk." Jiang Shuitian frowned, an extremely ominous premonition rose in his heart, he swept his eyes among the seventy or eighty disciples, his face changed suddenly, and he asked: "Wu Que What, isn't it!?"

"No... No shortage has fallen."

"What, dead, this is absolutely impossible, say, how did Wuque die?"

"Zong, suzerain, Wuque was killed by Yang Xuan of Qixuanmen." Zuo Wuzhou choked, he was also a man of seventy or eighty years old, but he thought that Hong Wuque died under his own eyes, and he was still When Yang Xuan twisted his head alive, he still felt sad and ashamed, and wished he could apologize on the spot.

"What did you say, Wu Que was killed by Yang Xuan!?" Jiang Shuitian staggered, his eyes darkened, his soul seemed to be pulled away from his body, he was about to faint, his face pale and bloodless.

It took a few seconds for him to recover from his absent-minded state. He was immediately furious, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he shouted, "Yang Xuan, I, Jiang Shuitian, will not kill you unless I kill you."

As soon as these words came out, the whole valley was shaken, and countless people looked at them.

For a time, the headmasters, patriarchs, and elders of all the forces were asking their disciples and juniors who came out of the ancient gods and secrets. They soon learned that Yang Xuan was over the top of Yunhai to kill Hong Wuque and Nangongtian. thing.

One person fighting two people, beheading two great geniuses, this is a big event, and everyone's heart has set off a storm.

Wang Chuan, Xie Fei, Xia Yuwei, Liu Yueer, Cheng Shaofeng, Zhou Hu and other people who were lucky enough to leave the ancient gods secret realm were all shocked, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Although they knew that Yang Xuan was a monster and was powerful, but Nangongtian and Hong Wuque were both supreme geniuses, who were destined to be famous all over the world in the future, but they actually died in the ancient secret territory and were beheaded by Yang Xuan.

"What did you say, Yang Xuan killed Nangongtian!?" On the other side, Yan Changkong heard from Fu Hongyun's mouth that Yang Xuan killed Nangongtian, and couldn't help crying.

"Yan Changkong, if you don't hand Yang Xuan to me today, even if someone from Jiang is not your opponent, he will fight you to the death." Jiang Shuitian roared, his voice full of endless grief and anger.

As the leader of the faction, Jiang Shuitian has also lived for more than two hundred years. In recent decades, there have been very few things that can make him angry, but when he learned that Hong Wuque was killed by Yang Xuan, his anger immediately It was ignited, and it was out of control.

"Yang Xuan is mad, but he is not a murderer. He will kill Hong Wuque. There must be a reason for it." Yan Changkong snorted coldly. Although he had not yet had time to learn what happened from Fu Hongyun's mouth, he also knew about Yang Xuan is not a reckless person.

"Reporting to the sect master, this is what happened..." Fu Hongyun quickly sorted out his words, and briefly explained that Hong Wuque robbed Qin Lan of the magic medicine, and that Nangongtian attacked Qin Lan.

"You bastard, you deserve to be killed, it's not a pity to die." Yan Changkong was furious when he learned the truth.

"The sect master is right, those two despicable villains deserve what they deserve, and it's not a pity to die." Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the door of light.

This is a slender, white-clothed boy with sword eyebrows and star eyes. As his robe fluttered, he fell steadily to the ground, so free and easy.

Needless to say, the boy in white was Yang Xuan, and he didn't know what was going on. He was the last one to be teleported, but he didn't study this issue. He turned his eyes and quickly saw Su Ziyao, Shen Yuexin, and tyrant from the crowd. The three of them suddenly felt relieved.

"Beast, you should be damned!" Over there, Jiang Shuitian rushed to the top with blood, and a pair of red eyes stared at Yang Xuan, his murderous aura like a flash flood, pressing on Yang Xuan.

"What nonsense is the sect master talking to him, just kill him and take revenge for Wu Que." Several of the Moon-Watching Sect Heavenly Human Realm elders were also furious. They came here today to welcome their disciples. Who knows that hundreds of disciples have entered the ancient gods. Only 70 or 80 people from the secret realm came out alive, not to mention, even the geniuses that the sect trained with all their strength died.

With Hong Wuque's ingenuity and cultivation strength, generally speaking, even if he doesn't get a big chance, he will definitely not die in the ancient gods and secrets, let alone be executed by Yang Xuan.

I have to say that this is really a shame. Several of the Moon-Watching Sect Heavenly Human Realm elders felt shameless, and at the same time, they were also very angry.

"Little beast, this Sect Master will definitely kill you today, go to hell." With a low roar, the blue veins on Jiang Shuitian's forehead jumped violently, and with a swipe of his hands, the cold air turned into ice knives, smashed the world, flew quickly, and attacked Yang Xuan.

"Jiang Shuitian, you dare to hurt my disciples." Yan Changkong was furious, his eyes stood up, his body moved, and he appeared in front of Yang Xuan like a teleportation. It was shot across the sky, the fire was raging, and the ice blade was broken like a bamboo, and it was roaring towards Jiang Shuitian.

"Break it for me!" Jiang Shui's eyes were about to split, his black hair stood on end, a long spear in his hand spit out cold light, and a spear stabbed straight at the attacking palm.

With a loud bang, Jiang Shuitian was defeated, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he even retreated with guns. He couldn't stop Yan Changkong's palm, and all his body protection energy exploded.