Eternal Demon King

Seeing that Yang Xuan was covered in blood, Fang Qingxue sobbed and was too frightened to move. At this moment, she felt a pain in her heart, as if she was torn apart by a sharp blade.

"Xue'er, don't cry." Yang Xuan opened his mouth, and there was a muffled sound like fried beans all over his body.

"Wuwu, Sect Master, please save Brother Yang." Fang Qingxue thought of something and cried to Yan Changkong under the stage.

Yang Xuan's talent is unparalleled, and he is now the most worthy of the outer disciples. Of course, Yan Changkong will not let him die. After that, his face changed drastically.

"Sect Master, what, what's wrong?" Fang Qingxue's voice was trembling, her heart was burning with anxiety, if Yang Xuan had three strengths and two weaknesses, she would never live alone.

"Alas, his injuries have exceeded my expectations. Nearly 80% of the bones in his body are broken, especially his internal organs. The injuries are extremely severe."

Yan Changkong sighed softly, to be honest, he did not expect Yang Xuan to be so seriously injured.

This kind of injury was replaced by another person, and he died on the spot. Even if he sighed, the pain was also dead.

However, Yang Xuan didn't die, didn't say a word, and suffered such unimaginable pain silently, which made Yan Changkong secretly surprised, and also understood that Yang Xuan's will was beyond human reach.

"Wuwu, how can this happen? How can this happen?" Fang Qingxue only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and fell to the ground without any image, crying bitterly, Yan Changkong's words made her think that Yang Xuan was helpless.

At this moment, many outer disciples all widened their eyes. No one thought that Yang Xuan's injury was so severe. The most shocking thing was that Yang Xuan was still alive. Although he was dying, he was not far from death, but after all Death, they don't know what power is supporting him.

"Xue'er, don't cry, Big Brother Yang assures you that nothing will happen." As he spoke, Yang Xuan's body began to crack again, and blood was trickling out.

"Yang, Brother Yang, don't, stop talking, please stop talking." Fang Qingxue choked and almost fell into Yang Xuan's arms.

Yang Xuan didn't speak anymore, and didn't dare to speak any more, he could only smile bitterly in his heart: "I miscalculated, I didn't expect the Jiu Ji collapse of the Nine Gravity Dao to cause so much damage to my body!"

But that's it, it's too late to regret it.

Furthermore, he didn't regret it, he was just a little anxious, because there were so many people here, it was inconvenient to use the Xuanwu Great Power Technique.

In his opinion, as long as he uses the Xuanwu Great Strength Art, there is still hope to heal the injury, but he quickly frowned, and it is difficult to say whether he can stand up in the current situation, let alone use the Xuanwu Great Strength Art.

Just when Yang Xuan didn't know what to do, Gu Yunfeng, Han Fang and more than a dozen elders from the outer door all entered the ring.

All the way, he came to stand beside Yan Changkong, Gu Yunfeng hurriedly asked: "Sect Master, is there any help for Yang Xuan?"

"Salvation can be saved, but there may be accidents. It all depends on his creation."

Yan Changkong thought for a while, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and with a flip of his palm, he handed a white elixir to Yang Xuan's mouth: "Yang Xuan, this is a fortune-telling elixir, in addition to curing your injuries, it is greatly quenched. Refining your physical body can also stimulate your spiritual soul, giving you a great chance to awaken your martial soul."

After speaking, he paused and said, "But there are pros and cons. If you take this pill, there will be many illusions in your mind. If you can't survive it, you will never be able to wake up."

"Never wake up!?"

Many of the outer sect elders were shocked. The so-called illusions were actually inner demons, which was terrifying. Even the outer sect elders like them were afraid of inner demons, not to mention that Yang Xuan was only a weak youth with a tempered body.

"Sect Master, can't I replace it with other healing pills?" Han Fang asked.

The inner demon is too scary. Han Fang experienced it once. It was a near-death time, and he almost lost it. Now that he thinks about it, he also has lingering fears.

"Alas, his injury is too severe, and ordinary healing medicines don't work at all."

Yan Changkong shook his head, the Good Fortune Pill was a top-grade spiritual pill. He accidentally got it a few years ago, and he was reluctant to eat it. If an ordinary healing pill could cure Yang Xuan's injuries, he would be reluctant to take it out.

"Isn't the fourth-grade Tianyuandan not enough?" An outer door elder suddenly said.

"No, he's not Li Yunfei, his injuries are extremely serious, and Tian Yuandan can't save him at all."

Yan Changkong shook his head again, and immediately looked at Yang Xuan: "Fortune Pill, there is a wonderful fortune, it is much stronger than any body tempering Pill, but it also has great danger, whether to eat it or not, you decide."

"Cough, more, thank the sect master for giving the pill."

Yang Xuan coughed blood and nodded with difficulty. He has been a human in two lifetimes, and he still has some understanding of the good fortune pill. He knows that this pill is a sixth-grade spiritual pill. Only the real sects can understand the refining method. Unfortunately, refining requires The medicinal materials are so rare that some have long since disappeared.

"Okay, open your mouth now, I hope you can break through the falsehood and win the fortune."

Yan Changkong nodded slightly, without any hesitation, he flicked his fingers and put the Fortune Pill into Yang Xuan's mouth, and as the Fortune Pill entered his mouth, Yang Xuan was shocked and passed out.

"Brother Yang!" Fang Qingxue panicked, thinking that something had happened to Yang Xuan.

"Don't worry, you see, his injury is recovering."

Hearing what Yan Changkong said, Fang Qingxue looked carefully, and sure enough, a milky white halo appeared on Yang Xuan's body, and the dense wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, someone in the stand pouted and said, "The sect master actually took out a top-quality spiritual pill to save him. It seems that he will not die."

"Why do I feel a sour smell."

"Why, you don't envy it? You must know that Good Fortune Danguang is a top-quality spiritual pill, and the sect master said that eating it can cure injuries, greatly temper the body, and most importantly, awaken the martial spirit."

"Of course I envy, but so what? Yang Xuan is a genius, and now he is the number one person in the outer sect. If you have his talent, wouldn't the sect not value you?"

"Yeah, but the sect master said that after eating the Good Fortune Pill, there will be many illusions in his mind. I don't know if Yang Xuan can survive it?"

"What if you can't make it through?"

"Didn't you hear what the sect master said, if you can't make it through, you'll never wake up."

Seeing the commotion in the martial arts arena, Gu Yunfeng got angry and shouted coldly, "What's the noise, shut up."

Everyone kept their mouths shut and dared not make a sound.

At the same time, Yan Changkong stood up, looked around the audience, and said loudly: "You all go back and cultivate well, and strive to break through to the Condensing Origin Realm as soon as possible. If anyone can break through to the True Astral Realm before the age of eighteen, this seat will Give him a Body Tempering Pill."

"Sect Master, is what you said true?" An outer sect disciple blurted out.

"Bold, how could the sect master lie to you?" Gu Yunfeng shouted angrily.

"Okay, no need to be angry, they're just kids who haven't grown up."

Yan Changkong waved his hand and raised his voice: "This seat is what I say, you all go back and practice hard!"

His voice was not loud, but the outer disciples who were present heard it clearly and left the martial arts arena excited one by one.

Not long after, even Li Yunfei was carried down. In the huge martial arts arena, only Fang Qingxue, Yan Changkong, Han Fang, Gu Yunfeng and other elders of the outer door remained on the ring, as well as Yang Xuan, who had passed out.

"Sect Master, when will my brother Yang wake up?" Fang Qingxue was standing beside Yang Xuan. Seeing that he had not woken up, he couldn't help asking Yan Changkong.

"The quicker is half an hour, the slower..." At this point, Yan Changkong couldn't go on, and everyone present understood that Yang Xuan might never be able to wake up.

Tears welled up in Fang Qingxue's eyes, and she said in despair, "Brother Yang assured me that nothing will happen, he, he will definitely wake up."

"Alas!" Yan Changkong sighed and sat down beside Han Fang, Gu Yunfeng and others.

...

As the Good Fortune Pill entered his body, Yang Xuan only felt a strong light flashing around him. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had come to an endless grassland.

"Chirp!"

At the same time, the cry of wearing gold cracking stones came from a distance, and a small black dot came out of the sky.

The seemingly extremely far distance was approaching in an instant. Yang Xuan looked up and couldn't help but tremble. What kind of little black spot was this?

Like a lion and a tiger, it is ten feet long, with a ferocious head, a huge body, and ferocious scales all over its body.

With the flick of the giant wings, it stopped a hundred feet above Yang Xuan's head, and a pair of scarlet eyes the size of lanterns stared at Yang Xuan below.

"The seventh-level demon, the two-winged demon lion!"

Yang Xuan's hands and feet were cold, and he recognized at a glance that this giant beast was the two-winged demon lion, because in the previous life, the Asura Demon Lord was chased and killed by it for 100,000 miles, and he almost died in the end.

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, the two-winged demon lion above was slaughtered with a fan.

"Illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, stuck to his heart, and let it come.

Puff!

Soon, an indescribable pain came, his body was torn into two pieces by the sharp claws of the two-winged demon lion, and a large stream of blood rose into the sky.

Although he clearly knew the illusion, he felt very real at the moment. The pain was beyond description, and it made him want to die.

"No, this is an illusion. As long as I stick to my heart, I will never die."

Thinking like this, the bloody scene in front of him disappeared, Yang Xuan found that his body was intact, and the two-winged lion had long since disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"Sure enough, it's all an illusion, but this illusion is really terrifying. If I get lost in it and think I'm dead, the consequences are absolutely unimaginable."

Just as Yang Xuan was thinking, a group of people appeared out of thin air around him.

There were old and young, men and women, servants and maids dressed as slaves, and young ladies and gentlemen. Everyone made a yin and yang jeer at him.

"Yang Xuan, our Yang family doesn't raise waste, so get out of the Yang family."

"Get out of here, get out of here, your father is a waste, and you are also a waste. Your father and son should quickly pack up and leave."