Eternal Demon King

"Little bastard, you can't escape. Obediently die." Wang Hailin's eyes were splitting, and he saw Yang Xuan from a distance.

"Just because you old dog wants to kill me, save it." A sneer appeared on the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, and he jumped and fled into the distance.

"Stay with me." Wang Hailin shouted angrily, increasing his speed to the extreme, chasing him faster than lightning.

Swish swish!

It has to be said that Wang Hailin's speed is very fast, Yang Xuan can even hear the sound of breaking wind behind him from far to near, it is estimated that it will not be long before he will be overtaken by the other party.

"Chirp!"

Just when Yang Xuan was thinking about what to do next, the sound of an eagle piercing the cracked stone came. Yang Xuan looked up and saw a black giant eagle spreading its wings.

"Ancient Relics!" Yang Xuan's eyes shrank, and he hurriedly urged his blood wings to escape.

Soon, a huge underground river appeared in front of him. He didn't think much about it, he put away his blood wings and plunged into the water.

"Damn it!" Wang Hailin saw Yang Xuan jump into the underground river, and saw the black giant eagle swooping down, he immediately turned and ran away, running fast.

If he is outside, he is naturally not afraid of the black giant eagle with his cultivation base, but in this weird underground world, he has no cultivation base but can't fully display it, and he does not dare to fight the black giant eagle.

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I don’t know how deep this underground river is, but I can’t see it to the end. Yang Xuan swam in the icy water for a while, but he didn’t encounter any danger.

Of course, Yang Xuan didn't think the underground river was safe.

In his opinion, the underground river is absolutely indispensable for the monsters and ancient relics living under water.

Yang Xuan understood that Wang Hailin would not give up, and he was expected to squat on the river bank, so he simply sank to the bottom of the river and walked along the underground river.

This is also because of the shadow cloak, which can be invisible when in danger, otherwise he would not dare to be so bold.

This underground river is hundreds of feet deep. The further down the river, the darker it gets, and the colder the water becomes. This is because Yang Xuan is still physically strong, plus he has used his true essence to protect his body. It was already frozen to death.

Not long after, Yang Xuan dived to the bottom of the river, and he was stunned by the sight.

The bottom of the river seems to be a place where bones are buried. As far as the eye can see, there are corpses of humans and monsters. It is hard to imagine how many people died here.

But this is normal. Countless years have passed since ancient times. There must have been a large number of warriors who discovered this Demon Emperor's tomb and wanted to come in to hunt for treasures, but they eventually died in it.

Yang Xuan looked carefully and found that although some human skeletons were severely decayed, the skeletons still exuded a little jade-like luster. Obviously, they were strong in the realm of divine power during their lifetime.

Looking around, there were also some seriously decayed weapons scattered on the layers of human skeletons.

Unless it is an artifact, it will eventually decay. Yang Xuan didn't pick it up, he closed his breath and swam forward along the water.

A few minutes later, there were still piles of corpses in front of him, but Yang Xuan never found any treasures.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a strange sound came, and a large number of black strange fish rushed behind him.

Yang Xuan didn't dare to neglect, he moved, hid under a pile of bones, and disappeared.

Whoa!

There are tens of thousands of black strange fish, each of which is only half a foot long, but it has white teeth, which is terrifying.

Yang Xuan could see that these strange fish were all relics from ancient times. A single one might not be scary, but in groups, it was quite scary.

Soon, the black strange fish went away, and Yang Xuan also emerged from under the bones, carefully moving on, while searching for treasures among the corpses at the bottom of the river.

After about half a quarter of an hour, something in front caught his attention. It was a long black sword inserted into the chest of a human skeleton.

I don't know what material this sword is made of, and it doesn't actually rot.

"Could it be an artifact!"

Yang Xuan's eyes widened, he swam over with both hands and feet, pulled out the black long sword from the human skeleton, and looked at it intently.

The sword is three feet seven inches long and three fingers wide.

Yang Xuan waved his sword gently and swiped his finger. Rao was because of his strong body, rough skin and thick flesh, but he couldn't stop the sharp edge of the black long sword. There was a gap in his finger, and blood was gushing out.

"Good sword!" Yang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he was full of praise. He didn't stay at the bottom of the river for a long time. He cautiously went upstream all the way up, jumped out of the water without a sound, and landed steadily on the shore.

Looking around, it was found that there was no danger. Yang Xuan's wrist flicked, and there was a silver long sword in his hand. This was a high-grade spirit sword, and it was the strongest among the many spirit swords in the storage ring.

At this moment, Yang Xuan was holding a silver long sword in his left hand and a black long sword in his right hand. With a wave of both hands, the two swords slashed fiercely.

Click!

The silver long sword was broken and was vulnerable to a single blow, while the black long sword was intact, and there was not even a single notch on the blade.

"Easy to cut off a high-grade spiritual weapon, this sword is definitely a divine weapon!" Yang Xuan was surprised and delighted, his mind was agitated, and he wanted to laugh at the sky. This is a divine weapon. The first baby is actually an artifact.

"Hey, there seem to be characters on the hilt!" Suddenly, Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he found two ancient characters engraved on the hilt.

Purgatory!

"Purgatory sword!?" Yang Xuan whispered, slashed with his sword, and the purgatory sword let out a long cry, and a sword beam shot away, instantly severing the underground river in front of him, and the water waves were surging into the sky.

"Good sword, good sword, with this sword, my strength will be greatly improved, but the divine weapon still needs to recognize the master before it can fully release its power." Yang Xuan said to himself.

Artifacts are generally divided into three categories: attack, defense, and support.

Among them, the attacking artifact is also known as the divine weapon of the extreme way.

Of course, the premise is that the cultivation base is high enough, otherwise don't try to motivate the extreme power.

In Yang Xuan's view, the extreme power of the purgatory sword that he wants to exert has at least reached the realm of death, and only by stepping into the supreme can he fully reveal the extreme power of the artifact.

"The Fate Realm and even the Divine Power Realm can't be achieved in a short period of time. I still need to recognize the master first." Yang Xuan shook his head, bit the tip of his tongue, forced out a drop of blood essence, and prepared to sacrifice the purgatory sword to let him recognize the master with himself, but the strange What happened, a drop of blood essence fell on the sword of purgatory, but the sword did not react at all.

"What kind of thing, can't recognize the master!?" Yang Xuan frowned.

"You don't even have all the hair on this kid, and you want me to recognize you as the master. It's really over your own power." Suddenly, the purgatory sword trembled slightly, and a childlike voice came out.

"You are the sword spirit of the Purgatory Sword!?" Yang Xuan hurriedly asked after listening to the voice conveyed by the Purgatory Sword.

"That's right." The Purgatory Sword moved again, with a bit of pride in his voice.

"I don't know what the Lord Sword Spirit is called?" Yang Xuan asked patiently, all artifacts have artifact spirits, and if you want to recognize the master of the artifact, you need to get the consent of the artifact spirit. If you can't get the artifact to recognize you, then the so-called artifact is just an empty shell.

"You can call me a purgatory boy."

"Purgatory boy?"

"Yes, just call me a purgatory boy, ah, I'm really a genius, any name is so nice."

The purgatory boy cheered happily.

Hearing this, Yang Xuan was speechless. He seriously doubted that the sword spirit of this purgatory sword was born not long ago, otherwise how could the voice and character be completely the same as that of a little brat.

Yang Xuan understands that divine artifacts do not have artifact spirits from the beginning. It takes a long time to accumulate a trace of spirituality. This trace of spirituality will absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to grow over the years, so that the spirituality will become stronger and stronger, and it will eventually transform into a "spirit". ".

This "spirit" is the spirit of the tool, which is the existence of the "Tao", has its own thinking, and can cultivate by itself.

It is said that the Sword God Palace has a town artifact, which is a cauldron, famous for the Canglong, and the cauldron calls itself Canglong Zhenjun, with a combat power comparable to the peak of the gods.

This is still referring to the spirit of the cauldron alone. If it motivates Canglong cauldron's extreme power, it is enough to kill the ordinary supreme.

It is precisely because the Sword God Gu Tongxuan and Canglong Ding are guarding the Sword God Palace, the Sword God Palace can grow. Otherwise, it will be difficult for the Sword God Palace to develop in the fiercely competitive Zhongzhou by relying on the Sword God alone.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, Yang Xuan asked: "That, boy, how can you accept me as the master?"

"This is easy, you can get me something to eat." The purgatory boy said lazily.

"Uh, immortal beings like you still need to eat!?" Yang Xuan was surprised.

"This boy has just been born and is not strong enough. Of course he has to eat. Why, do you think it's strange?"

"Cough, no, no, I don't know what the boy wants to eat, bird's nest abalone, or some other delicacies from the mountains and seas?"

"What am I doing with these vulgar things, you can get me some good fortune."

"What, the Qi of Good Fortune!?" Yang Xuan was about to vomit blood, but this big boy really opened his mouth, asking himself where to get the Qi of Good Fortune.

"Boy, don't you have a bit of good fortune in your soul? Although it's not very pure, it's better than nothing, so let me eat it." The purgatory boy clearly noticed something.

"That won't work." Yang Xuan categorically refused. The aura of creation on his soul was contaminated when he was baptized by the divine light of creation. It was able to defend against the soul, so how could the purgatory boy be eaten.

"It doesn't work this way, it doesn't work that way, then you don't want me to recognize you as the master."

"If that's the case, then I'd better throw you into the river, that's where you should stay."

As soon as the words fell, the purgatory sword shook violently and flew out of Yang Xuan's hand, but it didn't fly far, and the void in front of Yang Xuan was ups and downs.

Seeing this, Yang Xuan calmed down and began to induce: "Boy, you see, it is fate that we can meet, and my talent is not bad, and I will achieve extraordinary achievements in the future. You will definitely be popular and spicy with me. It can also condense the spirit body.”