Eternal Demon King

"Who I am, you are not qualified to know." Yang Xuan sneered, his body disappeared from the spot, and instantly appeared in front of the horse-faced man, punching the thunder with a rumbling sound.

The horse-faced man was startled, and the mid-grade spirit saber in his hand slammed into Yang Xuan's fist with a bang.

pedal! pedal! pedal! ! ! !

On the contrary, the horse-faced man took seven or eight steps back one after another, and the tens of thousands of pounds of force from Yang Xuan's fist made his hand numb.

"How is that possible!?" The others couldn't believe it, was this fucking human? They blocked the mid-grade spirit saber with a flesh-and-blood fist and even knocked their boss back out.

"Kill!" Yang Xuan disregarded the horse-faced man, his body swayed, and his fists attacked, directly blasting the head of a man in the Vientiane Realm Jiuzhongtian.

At the same time, he kicked out another man at the peak of the Vientiane Realm. His strength was so great that the man disintegrated in mid-air before he landed, his body exploded with a bang, and his flesh flew.

Bang bang bang!

Yang Xuan's body was like a lightning bolt, he didn't stop, and continued to kill. His moves were simple and fierce. Wherever his body passed, fists and shadows flew, blood splashed, and no one could stop him. All the warriors in the Vientiane Realm were wiped out, and all of them died tragically and shockingly.

"Now, it's your turn." Soon, Yang Xuan walked towards the horse-faced man, his body full of murderous aura, as if a killing god had been born.

"You monster!" The horse-faced man screamed in fright. Without any hesitation, he turned and left, flying with all his strength. He was already terrified, and just wanted to stay away from Yang Xuan, the devil-like boy.

"Can you go?" A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, and his blood wings suddenly flashed, and he punched the horse-faced man's vest. Among the rubble.

Yang Xuanlong took a step and chased after him.

"Beast, I killed you." Failing to escape, the horse-faced man rushed forward like a mad lion, turning his right hand into a palm knife, slashing towards Yang Xuan's neck, and his left hand flexing his fingers into a grasping Yang Xuan's left chest.

"A robber is a robber, and it sure is deadly." Yang Xuan sneered, reached forward with both hands, and with two bangs, firmly grasped the palm knife and claws, twisted it suddenly, and suddenly a bone was heard. The sound of cracking.

The horse-faced man looked miserable, his face was contorted by the severe pain, and his right leg madly kicked towards Yang Xuan's lower abdomen.

"Sure enough, but you are too weak." Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, and he put his foot on the opponent's left knee and made a clicking sound.

"Ah!" The horse-faced man screamed, feeling the kneecap of his left leg shattered.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame me, blame you for provoking someone you shouldn't. In the next life, remember to have bright eyes." The voice was still there, Yang Xuan exerted strength with both hands and tore the horse-faced man into two pieces.

With his hands and feet, his life is torn apart, which shows how terrifying Yang Xuan's physical strength is.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is now a humanoid slaughtering weapon, and even if he does not mobilize his true essence, he can still crush ordinary warriors of the heaven and the human realm.

...

All the way forward, there are giant snakes with large mountain peaks, and giant bears covered in red. These are ancient relics living in the lava mountains. They are powerful and shock a region. Fortunately, Yang Xuan has a strong perception and there is a shadow cloak, all of them. Avoid far away.

After such a short period of time, I saw many strong men passing by and rushing to the depths of the lava mountains on the road.

Yang Xuan understood that the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum was right in front of him, where opportunities and crises coexisted, and whether he could get any treasures depended entirely on luck.

Walking unhurriedly, Yang Xuan felt that he would release all his strength, and he was afraid that he would meet Yan Ruyue and Jin Ming on the way. The result would be different. He reckoned that he would have to use the Shadow Cloak to flee.

"Jin Ming!" Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and remembered the name firmly, and he would go to seek revenge as long as his cultivation was up.

Time flies, two hours later, the scene ahead changed, a boiling lava lake came into view, and the heat was pressing.

"Everyone, the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum is in the depths of this lava lake, let's go there."

"There's no danger ahead, right?"

"There is definitely danger, but how can you get a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den?"

"That's right, we have come here after all the hardships, how can we go home, we have to fight anyway."

In the open space on the shore of the lake, there were loud voices of people. When Yang Xuan came here, he was surprised to find that it was already crowded with thousands of warriors.

These people include loose cultivators, masters from Bajianmen, Qingyunzong, Yunlan Villa and other sects, and there are many martial arts families outside the dark forest.

However, no matter what their origins, people who can come here have one thing in common, that is, their cultivation is high enough.

Glancing around, Yang Xuan found that the people with the lowest cultivation level also had the Myriad Vientiane Realm 5th Layer, and the ones with the highest cultivation level even reached the peak of the Fateful Realm.

"Is the little brother alone?" At this moment, a man at the peak of the Vientiane Realm came to Yang Xuan.

"Yeah." Yang Xuan nodded.

"Tsk tsk, little brother is really amazing, but this magma lake is huge, and the road will not be peaceful, how about you join my team?"

"No, I'm used to being alone, and I don't like teaming up with people."

After all, Yang Xuan didn't care about the unhappy man, he came to an open space by himself and meditated to adjust his breath.

All the way here, he also consumed a lot of real energy, and he had to restore it to a full state.

"Everyone, it's not too late, let's go now."

"Walk."

While Yang Xuan was adjusting his breath, many warriors rose into the sky in groups and flew towards the depths of the magma lake.

In half an hour, there were only a few hundred people left on the shore of the magma lake. These were all relatively low cultivation bases, and they were hesitant to go further.

"Who is that kid, who dares to fly over this lava lake alone, isn't he afraid of dying on the road?" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Damn, those who are daring and timid are starving to death, that kid dares to go to the sixth level of the Vientiane Realm, and I have no reason to back down." A big man at the peak of the Vientiane Realm roared and rode his spiritual weapon into the air. Get up.

...

The magma lake was a hundred feet high in the sky, Yang Xuan Yujian flew, and his black hair fluttered. As the large group of warriors rushed forward, they did not encounter any danger on the road.

This is not surprising, this world is filled with a terrifying force field, like a hundred thousand mountains pressing on the top, it is so overwhelming that everyone can't breathe. No matter the level of cultivation, everyone sweats profusely after entering this rock lake, and feels more sleepy. Uncomfortable, suffocated, Ji wanted to turn around and run away.

This force field is obviously emitted from the corpse of the demon emperor.

This is a powerful supreme realm. Even if the demon emperor has been dead for an unknown number of years, this supreme realm has never disappeared, and it has not even weakened by half. It can be called immortal.

Yang Xuan's face was pale, sweating profusely, and he flew forward slowly, and the deeper he went, the more intense the fire energy between the heavens and the earth, emitting a scorching high temperature.

With a stick of incense, he finally flew over the lava lake and came to the other side.

Here, the mountains are majestic and endless. In the deepest place, the fire is soaring into the sky, illuminating the world. The brilliance is dazzling, like a red sun, pointing out the direction for many warriors. Everyone has adjusted their breath on the shore. Flying towards the firelight, Yang Xuan was no exception, flying over with a mid-grade flying sword.

The purgatory sword is a divine weapon. Although it looks unremarkable, there are many talented people in the world. If it is seen that he is carrying a divine weapon, he will be in danger.

"Boom!"

Flying all the way for more than ten miles, a muffled sound came, as if the heart was beating, strong and powerful.

Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom boom! ! !

At first, the muffled sound was still very weak, but as it continued to move forward, the muffled sound was like a war drum. It was earth-shattering and extremely terrifying. Yang Xuan also felt extremely uncomfortable when he urged his true essence to protect his body.

"Boom!"

Every half a minute, the muffled sound resounded throughout the world.

Soon, there was another muffled sound, Yang Xuan's body trembled, his soul seemed to be hit hard, and he was about to collapse.

"Damn, what kind of sound is this, how can it be so terrifying!?"

"No, we can't move forward, or we will definitely kill this sound!"

"Everyone, do you think this sound is a bit like a heartbeat?"

"It's very similar, it's difficult, is it possible that the demon emperor is not dead yet!?"

"What, don't be kidding, how could the Demon Emperor not be dead!?"

Above the sky, many warriors screamed and screamed, and they all stopped, no longer dared to cross the thunder pond for half a step, many people were suspicious, worried that the demon emperor was not dead.

If the ancient demon emperor of a generation really didn't die, it would be an absolutely terrifying event.

"Could it be that the demon emperor is not dead!?"

Yang Xuan's expression was solemn, and he also felt that the sound was the sound of his heartbeat. He hurried up with his sword and landed on the top of a thousand-zhang-high mountain.

There is no vegetation on it, and it is very open. Hundreds of warriors also came here one after another, all looking out into the distance.

For a time, everyone opened their mouths wide, their eyes full of surprise, a look of disbelief.

I saw two or three thousand feet away, nine giant peaks with a height of several thousand feet were located in one place, forming a circle, surrounded by stars like the moon and surrounded the ancient hanging hall in the center.

The ancient temple is incomparably majestic, suspended at a height of two thousand feet, with a size of tens of thousands of square meters.

Boom! dong dong! dong dong dong! ! !

The muffled sound like a beating heart and like a drum of war came from the ancient temple, every half a minute, without interruption, and it was shocking.

"Hangkong Ancient Temple, is that the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum!?"

"Certainly not wrong."

"Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since ancient times, and the tomb of the Demon Emperor is almost immortal. I don't know what material it is made of?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Huo Yaojing. A piece the size of a fist is worth a million low-grade primeval stones."

"Hey, is it as expensive as you said!?"

"No, it's not expensive at all. Do you know what Huo Yaojing is? It's a top-grade primeval stone, or a top-grade primeval stone with a single fire attribute. For a martial artist who practices fire-attribute exercises, its value is inestimable."