Eternal Demon King

Chi! Chi!

The two lich leaders joined forces to attack, and the two sharp claws protruded down, causing bursts of fierce wind breaking, enough to pierce through gold and stone.

The golden man's eyes were quick and his feet were quicker than lightning. Then he jumped up and attacked with both fists. It was like two dragons going out to sea, with a fierce momentum. It was a blow to the heads of the two lich leaders. sharp increase.

With two puffs, two strands of blood spurted out. The heads of the two lich leaders were wounded. They all screamed and became more and more crazy. They waved their claws and swept the golden man out. With the slightest sign of injury, a carp stood up, got up from the ground, and continued to fight with the two lich leaders.

For a while, the fierce battle continued, one man and two beasts kept colliding, fighting close to hand, at least for hundreds of rounds, the golden man was unharmed, and the two lich screamed and bruised, but they persisted and attacked the golden man frantically. , endlessly.

It was a pity that the defeat was already decided, and after a while, two strands of blood rushed out, and the heads of the two lich leaders were twisted off by the golden man, and the corpses were on the spot.

"Murdering, this is completely one-sided brutality, how did he do it!?" Many Ancestral Witch Sect disciples went completely crazy, almost thinking that they were hallucinations, and the images they saw were not real.

"Haha, amazing!" Shi Yu danced, as if the protagonist in the image was him, so excited.

"We passed the eighth floor!" Su Ziyao and the others were relieved, but also secretly happy for Yang Xuan.

"Hey, my nephew really has a unique vision. This son is a piece of rough jade. With a little sculpting, there will be another true disciple in the Sword God Palace!" Wu Ming said with emotion, he had seen the video once before. But now watching it again, my heart is still unable to calm down for a long time.

Whether a sect can grow or not depends on its disciples.

For example, the Sword God Palace, the reason why it was able to rise in just a thousand years and become one of the overlords of Zhongzhou, was because of its disciples.

From Wu Ming's point of view, a talented disciple is worth thousands of ordinary disciples. This is the foundation of the sect.

"The witch sect leader has praised me. My junior brother is stronger if he is strong, but he may not be able to break through the ninth floor." Di Tian said with a smile.

"This, he shouldn't be able to climb to the ninth floor."

"Oh, why is that?" The smile on Di Tian's face faded. Although he didn't want Yang Xuan to be in danger, he saw that Yang Xuan had crossed the eighth floor with strength, and he also saw that Yang Xuan had hope of passing the ninth floor. Who would have thought that Wu Ming bluntly said that Yang Xuan could not go to the ninth floor.

"To be honest with my nephew, only people from my Witch God clan can ascend to the ninth floor, and he has no blood of our clan. Even if he passes through the eighth floor, the Master Item Spirit of the Ancestral Witch Tower will not allow him to enter the ninth floor. "Wu Ming said truthfully.

"That's it."

Di Tian understood, and a smile appeared on his face: "That's fine, my little nephew was worried about what accident would happen when he forced his way into the ninth floor."

After saying that, the image above the blood-colored eyeball disappeared. At the same time, no one came out of the Ancestral Witch Tower. I saw seven or eight hundred Ancestral Witch Sect disciples entering, and in the end, only more than 500 people came out alive.

"Sect Master, Brother Tao hasn't come out yet, this?" At this moment, a disciple of the Ancestral Witch Sect asked.

"Hey, Tao Ming has fallen. He maintained his own cultivation and broke into the eighth floor and died on the eighth floor." Wu Ming sighed. Tao Ming is the most potential disciple of his ancestral witch sect who entered the ancestral witch tower. Okay, but he died on the eighth floor not long ago. On the other hand, Yang Xuan, an alien boy, broke through the eighth floor. Comparing the two, Wu Ming also felt that his face was dull.

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Seeing this scene, Shi Yu and the others fell silent. Only then did they realize that the Ancestral Witch Pagoda was cruel. No matter how talented you were, you might die in it.

After being stunned for a moment, Su Ziyao thought of something and worried: "Senior brother, didn't you say that Yang Xuan couldn't go to the ninth floor? It's been a long time, why hasn't he come out yet?"

"This?" Di Tian was slightly startled and asked, "Master Wu, why hasn't my junior brother come out yet?"

"What, he hasn't come out yet!?" Wu Ming glanced at the audience, and as expected, he didn't find Yang Xuan's figure, he couldn't help being surprised, and quickly resorted to means, the bloody eyeballs on the altar suddenly glowed.

"Master Blood Spirit, I don't know where the young man on the eighth floor of the Ancestral Witch Tower is now?" Wu Ming bowed his body and asked respectfully, even though he was the master of a sect and a powerhouse at the peak of the Destiny Realm, but in In front of the Ancestral Witch Tower Artifact Spirit, he did not dare to be disrespectful.

"He went to the ninth floor." The indifferent voice came from the blood-colored eyeball, which made Shi Yu and others stunned. They couldn't imagine that one eyeball could actually speak human words.

"Here, he's not a member of my Wushen clan!" Wu Ming exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, he is indeed not the descendant of my lord, but for ten thousand years, who else has passed through the eighth floor except for your kid?"

"Having said that, but it's a little out of the way, isn't it?"

"Rules, what bullshit rules, my words are rules, well, I will soon fall into a deep sleep, and I won't be able to wake up in ten thousand years, by the way, that kid is not easy, if you can come out alive, you treat him well, and He has a good relationship and may be able to help in the future."

After speaking, the blood-colored eyeballs fell silent.

Wu Ming shouted a few times, but the blood spirit didn't respond, so he couldn't help being stunned on the spot. He didn't expect the blood spirit to think so highly of Yang Xuan, and ordered himself to treat him kindly and form a good relationship with him.

However, the blood spirit is the spirit of the Ancestral Witch Tower, and it has lived for countless years. It must have seen something, otherwise it will definitely not be the case.

Thinking of this, even though Wu Ming couldn't understand it, he still decided to have a good relationship with Yang Xuan. Of course, the premise was that Yang Xuan could come out alive from the Ancestral Witch Tower. If he couldn't come out, everything would be empty talk.

Not far away, Di Tian's face was extremely shocked, as if he did not expect that the artifact spirit of the Ancestral Witch Pagoda would value Yang Xuan so much.

"Senior brother, isn't Yang Xuan in danger?" Su Ziyao asked.

"Of course the ninth floor of the Ancestral Witch Pagoda is dangerous. Whether he can come out depends on his fortune." Di Tian sighed.

Hearing this, Su Ziyao's delicate body trembled, and a heart raised in her throat.

Shen Yuexin, Shi Yu and the others were also nervous, fearing that something would happen to Yang Xuan.

...

A vast bloody wasteland, Yang Xuangang appeared here, the void in front was twisted, and a huge phantom appeared.

As the phantom gradually solidified, Yang Xuan finally saw what it was.

Obviously, this is also a lich, but compared with ordinary lich and lich leaders, this one seems to have evolved in the direction of human beings.

Standing on the ground with its feet, it is seven or eight meters high, its arms are long and thick, its claws are sharp, and it glows red, making people shudder.

Especially the eyes, the scarlet ones have no emotion at all, and are full of murderous taste.

"The Lich King!"

Yang Xuan spit out three words. Legend has it that the ancient witch god once recovered a powerful evil beast, and that evil beast was the Lich King. The king born out of hundreds of millions of Liches has a strength comparable to that of the Supreme Being.

Of course, that is the Lich King in its peak state. The Lich King in front of me is obviously not the real Lich King, but a copy of the blood spirit through strange means. Its strength is far from the Supreme, otherwise who can break through ninth floor?

But having said that, Yang Xuan also understands that the big guy in front of him is not easy to deal with.

"Roar!"

A loud roar came, and the Lich King moved, no, its body didn't move, but its eyes burst into dazzling blood.

Yang Xuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes, which made him almost scream.

"Is this the ninth floor? I have to fight a Lich King. It seems that I have to go all out." Yang Xuan's expression was solemn, and he was extremely alert. The Lich King was too powerful. Injured his eyes.

"Roar!" Another loud roar, the Lich King really moved, rushing forward, the blood-colored giant claw sticking out, grabbing down, making bursts of sharp whistles, to tear Yang Xuansheng apart.

Not to mention people with flesh and blood, even if it is hard gold and iron, or a mountain can be directly caught and exploded, the blood-colored giant claws are extremely ferocious and intimidating.

Yang Xuan's black hair fluttered backwards, which was hit by a terrifying strong wind. A cold light flickered in his eyes. He stepped on the ground with his feet and soared to a height of seven or eight meters. A fatal blow, and then swooped down, punching the Lich King's head.

The Lich King reacted extremely quickly, shaking with sharp claws, the two collided, rays of light burst out, and the ground collapsed, like a big earthquake, flying sand and rocks.

This is a duel of physical strength, one person and one beast are indistinguishable, evenly matched, all of them flew out.

However, as soon as they separated, the Lich King stabilized his body and became even more imposing. The blood basin opened its mouth wide, spitting out countless blood lights, which turned into a rain of blood-colored light in the sky, like sharp arrows, shooting towards Yang Xuan. , to beat him into a sieve.

This is obviously a kind of innate supernatural power of the Lich King. Yang Xuan did not dare to use his physical body to fight against the enemy. The real essence in his body was running at an extremely fast speed, and he used a bone-shattering fist. .

Boom!

In the sound of the sky falling apart, the place between the two kept exploding, and the dust was flying.

Soon, everything calmed down, and the lich charged again, with sharp claws, extremely terrifying.

"Kill!" Yang Xuan was ready, swinging his right leg, kicking it with all his strength, collided with the sharp claws, and then both flew backwards.

Yang Xuan grinned, and his right leg was in severe pain. If he had not recently broken through to the seventh stage of the Body Tempering Stage, his body would have become stronger, and he might have been injured.

"Roar!"

The Lich King roared and slaughtered again. The blood-colored giant claws erupted with boundless light, grabbing Yang Xuan's head and covering his face at an unbelievably fast speed.

"Shadow escape!"

Seeing the horror of this blow, Yang Xuan immediately used Shadow Escape to dodge, but it was still a little slower. The blood-colored giant claws whistled past his left arm, shaved off a layer of flesh, and blood spattered.

Boom!

One blow did not kill Yang Xuan, the Lich King went mad, stepped on the ground with both feet, and killed Yang Xuan at an unparalleled speed.