Eternal Demon King

"Step into the realm of divine power and cultivate the divine power of the sun, the rise of this child is irresistible."

Fang Henyun whispered in his mouth, seventeen or eighteen-year-old Divine Power Realm, which has never appeared in their ancient continent, and the talent is unparalleled.

Even in the vast and boundless Outer Territory, it is estimated that there are very few young people with such cultivation at such an age.

It can be said that Yang Xuan's achievements are limitless. As long as he is given some time, one day he will be able to pass the fairy gate and enter the legendary fairy world.

"At the realm of divine power, he has been able to mobilize the divine power of the extreme way, and the divine power of the extreme way issued by a half-step fortune sword, none of us present can stop it."

"Why do we need to use the divine power of the extreme way? With the power of the sun and the three profound martial arts, it is difficult for us to compete with him."

Some of the elders were chatting with each other, and their words were quite emotional.

The others did not speak, and most of them looked at Yang Xuan with shocking eyes.

It was this young man who, under their noses, resisted the terrifying Thunder Dragon to reach the Divine Power Realm with a powerful posture, which had a strong impact on their vision and mind, and until now, it is still difficult for them to recover from the shock just now. Calm down.

Under everyone's attention, Yang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, his figure was like a sharp sword, and he stood upright. From today, he will truly have the strength to compete with the older generation and the strong, and he will not be afraid of anyone below Duotian.

"The robbery is over, you also let me go!"

Yang Xuan's eyes were like electricity, and he raised his head to look at the thunder cloud above, and raised his hand to punch.

boom!

A golden fist pierced the sky and rose to the height of seven or eight feet in the face of the storm, like a dazzling golden hill, suppressing everything, burning all spirits, and smashing the huge thundercloud into pieces with one blow, turning it into nothingness.

"What a powerful strength!"

"I was originally a peerless evildoer, but now I have entered the realm of divine power, and my strength is naturally not what it used to be!"

"Hey, with this son's talent and understanding, it won't take long to be honored."

"A generation of juvenile supreme, this is probably very rare in Outland, right?"

"This is natural, let's just say that in our ancient continent, have you ever seen a young supreme being under the age of 20?"

"If you don't talk about this, Yan Luo and Ji's double honor are not good, and it is not possible that they will die here today."

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, let's retreat."

In a whisper, many warriors below the supreme flew back one after another.

If you don't retreat at this time, it will be too late when Yang Xuan rushes down to fight against Ji's Shuangzun and Yan Luo, and he doesn't know how to die if he doesn't do well.

No one is afraid of death, let alone dying in vain.

"With the cultivation base of entering the realm of divine power, the battle with the Demon Emperor Yan Luo and the Ji family will be a deadly battle. This battle will definitely be wonderful!"

"Yeah, we have good eyesight. Thinking about it makes our hearts and blood boil."

At this moment, there are also many people with excited brilliance in their eyes, wanting to witness this once-in-a-lifetime peak matchup with their own eyes.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, the battle between a young man who had just entered the realm of divine power and challenged the Ji family's twins and the demon emperor Yama would be enough to go down in history and be remembered by future generations.

"Owner!"

The corpse puppet looked dignified, and there was a deep worry in his words.

Not to mention how strong Yang Xuan's physical body is, just based on his current cultivation, his strength cannot be underestimated, and the ordinary Supreme has almost no chance of winning against him.

Before entering the realm of divine power, Yang Xuan was able to leapfrog and kill Chu Bufan, the ancestor of the Chu family.

From the strong man's point of view, his master may not be Yang Xuan's opponent, and once the battle begins, his life and death are unpredictable.

"I, Yama, have been through my whole life. I have had countless battles, big and small, and I am invincible. Do I really want to be planted in this son's hands today?"

Yan Luo didn't seem to hear the strong man's words, his face was distorted and deformed, and his heart was full of resentment and depression. He had a vague feeling that he was no match for Yang Xuan.

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Here, Ji Haifeng frowned and felt very uneasy.

"Only desperate."

Ji Hailin gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of suffocation, and his brows were full of fierceness.

The current situation is that Yang Xuan may be killed at any time, and they cannot break the ban and retreat, so a battle with Yang Xuan is inevitable.

This battle is about dignity. We can only win but not lose. No matter how strong Yang Xuan is, he has to do everything in his power to kill him.

"It's time to kill."

At this moment, a voice as light as the breeze came, which made many people secretly startled. Everyone could hear his murderous intention from Yang Xuan's words and understood that the decisive battle was imminent.

"Yang Xuan, how about we step back one by one?"

Yan Luo suddenly opened his mouth, causing an uproar among the heroes. Who could have imagined that before the fight started, Yan Luo was a little cowardly.

An immemorial Demon Sovereign did not dare to fight against a young man who had just entered the realm of divine power. No one believed it, but now that he has seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, no one can believe it.

It's just that Yang Xuan is notoriously ruthless, will he let Yan Luo, or the Ji Family Shuangzun?

"One step back?"

Yang Xuan smiled, smiling very brightly, looking down at Yama.

"Your strength is very strong, I admit this, but if you want to kill me, it is absolutely impossible. If you start a war, you will only lose both."

Yama's eyes were like cold stars, and he said coldly.

"No nonsense, let me ask you, do you dare to fight?"

Yang Xuan's head was full of black hair and fluttered, and his fighting spirit went straight to Xiao Han, and the sentence "Do you dare to fight?" echoed and shook the audience.

"Why don't you dare?"

Yan Luo's voice was fierce, but he was obviously lacking in energy.

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Who is afraid, if you really want to fight for your life, you will be the only one who will die in the end."

Yan Luo screamed in anger, wishing to smash Yang Xuan's bones to ashes.

"Blazing, today, between you and me, only one person can survive."

Yang Xuan smiled coldly.

"Come down and die."

Yan Luo was furious, his eyes bursting with murderous intent.

"Irrelevant people retreat quickly, or if you die, don't blame me, Yang Xuan, for not saying hello beforehand."

Yang Xuan shouted loudly, raised his footsteps, and stepped down from the top of the peak.

He didn't walk fast, but he gave people a natural feeling of Taoism and extraordinary bearing.

Step by step, the solar power on his body gradually dissipated, and he took out a white robe from the storage ring and put it on his body.

As for the injury, after opening the Jingmen, his physical body's resilience has greatly increased, his body's qi and blood are strong, and his self-healing power has become even more abnormal.

In addition to entering the realm of divine power, the divine power of the sun can also repair limb injuries, so the injury is improving rapidly.

Although not yet healed, but also harmless.

He has the confidence and confidence to kill Ji Family Shuangzun and Yan Luo at the foot of Samsara Peak with one enemy and three.

"Let's go!"

Fang Henyun, Shen Hongtao, Shang Taixu, the elders of all parties, none of them stayed where they were, and they all rolled up the younger generation beside them and quickly retreated.

For them, whether it was the death of Yang Xuan or the death of Yan Luo and the Ji family, this battle had nothing to do with him, and they only needed to be spectators from a distance.

In just a short while, the people from Samsara Peak went to the empty building, and only Yan Luo, the corpse puppet strong man, and the Ji family were left.

The four of them wanted to retreat, but the entire Reincarnation Peak was shrouded in invisible restrictions, and not even a bird could fly out, so where could they retreat?

"You go too."

Yan Luo waved his hand and motioned for the corpse puppet and strong man beside him to leave. Even he had no absolute certainty that he could deal with Yang Xuan, let alone a strong man.

With Yang Xuan's current cultivation, killing a strong man probably only takes one blow.

"Subordinates don't leave."

The strong man shook his head.

"Let's go as soon as you go, where is there so much nonsense?"

Yan Luo frowned and scolded coldly.

"Master, you don't need to say more. Your subordinates were rescued by you in the early years. Life is yours, and death is your ghost. I swear to live and die with you."

The strong man fell to his knees in front of Yama, and his words were resolute. Even though he knew that the future would be more fortunate, but he was not afraid, and would never abandon Yama.

"Tsk tsk, the master and servant are really deeply affectionate and heartfelt. Anyway, I will kill both of your master and servant later, so that the two of you will walk together on the road to Huangquan, and you will not feel alone."

Yang Xuan let out a chuckle.

"Little bastard, you are too arrogant. If you want to kill my master, just step over Lao Tzu's body."

The strong man's eyes spit fire, and he was murderous. At the same time, he also regretted that he didn't get rid of Yang Xuan in the black ancient coffin and let him grow up.

"It's just a small corpse, I can kill you with one sword."

Yang Xuan showed disdain, and he walked faster and faster. His eyes flashed with cold electricity, and he glanced at the Yan Luo and Ji family twins who were separated in two directions, and shouted: "You wait for the three, who will come to fight me first?"

One word, sonorous and powerful, the sound shook all directions.

"Come on, but please fight!"

Another wild shout, with endless pride, almost wanting to pierce the sky.

"This kid..."

In the distance, the eyelids of the crowd jumped wildly, staring at Yang Xuan in a daze, only to see his black hair flying, his body full of fighting spirit, and he said to himself: "If I am in the power of God, I can kill the Supreme Being, if I am respectful, I can destroy the sky. , when I become emperor, no one in the world will be able to fight against me."

While speaking, the sharp aura around his body swept across the world, sweeping across all directions, as if ten thousand swords were roaring in unison, clanging loudly, and the edge was pressing.

Clang clang! ! !

Many people's swords were trembling, as if they were about to come out of their sheaths.

"Is this the Profound Truth of Kendo!?"

A young genius in the realm of divine power trembled, holding the hilt tightly with his big hand to prevent the sword from flying out.

"What else can it be if it's not the profound meaning of kendo, let's not talk about how strong this son is, the accomplishments in kendo alone are far beyond me."

Someone smiled wryly.

"The two old thieves of the Ji family, do you dare to fight?"

Yang Xuan said again, and directly called Zhan Ji's double honor.

"Extremely arrogant."

Ji Hai was furious.

"Whether it is arrogant or not, you will know after a battle."

Yang Xuan was unmoved, arrogant and arrogant, he turned his eyes to Yan Luo, and said lightly: "And you, compared with the two old men of the Ji family, I want to kill you more, do you know the reason?"

"Just because I want to take you away?"

Black lines appeared on Yan Luo's forehead, holding back his anger.