Eternal Demon King

"Since the City of Destiny can plunder other people's luck, whoever's luck is stronger will be able to take the lead." Yang Xuan whispered.

"That's right!" Old Ming nodded.

"The stronger the luck, the closer you are to the destiny martial spirit."

Yang Xuan squinted his eyes, two sharp rays of light flashed in the depths of his pupils, and gritted his teeth: "In order to get the fate martial arts, it seems that I really have to kill."

"This is destined to be a bloody competition of life and death, and the God of Destiny is choosing the master. If you can get the approval of the God of Destiny, you may not be able to get the Martial Soul of Destiny. Even if you fail to get the Martial Soul of Destiny in the end, you can have a huge reward."

Old Ming said: "If a person with a mediocre talent can come out of the City of Destiny, even if he can't enter the Immortal Realm in the future, he can still make great achievements in the Human Realm."

"Whether it's for myself, or for the master, the war king and Youlan, I will do my best to compete for the martial soul of destiny, and if I fail, I will be benevolent."

Yang Xuan clenched his fists tightly with a resolute expression on his face.

Although he knew that there were bound to be countless masters in the City of Destiny, and even terrifying figures reincarnated by fairy spirits, he was not afraid. For him, anyone who blocked him was his enemy. No amnesty.

"Just do your best, but don't push yourself too hard."

Old Ming reached out and patted Yang Xuan's shoulder and said, "After saying so much, I just hope you can come out of the Hall of Eternal Life safe and sound."

"Old Ming can rest assured that I will not only come out alive, but also find the sacred fruit of Huangquan for you."

"When it comes to Huangquan Sacred Fruit, I have to tell you about Huangquan River."

"Yellow Spring River?"

Yang Xuan's face was blank, and he still didn't know anything about Huangquanhe.

"The Yellow Spring River is not an ordinary river. It is a yin river condensed from the underground to the yin to the cold. The river water is black with yellow, turbulent and turbid, and a few strands will corrode the body and soul of the Supreme Realm martial artist. ."

Old Ming introduced.

"So scary!"

Yang Xuan's brows wrinkled slightly, and then he stretched out again, "It doesn't matter, there is a defense with the power of reincarnation, so it must not be a big threat to me."

"Don't be careless, it really doesn't work, don't forcefully go deep into the Yellow Springs River."

Old Ming said solemnly, the Yellow Spring River is bottomless, and most of the Yellow Spring Sacred Fruits grow in the very deep, where it is extremely dangerous and can easily put people to death.

"I will be careful, but the hall of eternal life will not be small, I don't know how to find the Yellow Spring River?"

"This is very simple. The skeletons are piled up in mountains along the Huangquan River. You only need to search for the places with many bones, and you should be able to find the location of the Huangquan River. If it doesn't work, you can ask someone in the Hall of Eternal Life."

"Ming Lao refers to the aborigines in the Hall of Eternal Life?"

"Yeah, I never said that there is no one in the Hall of Eternal Life, but like monsters, the highest cultivation level among those people is at most the Supreme Realm, and of course there is no shortage of amazing geniuses, such people enter If the City of Destiny can capture a large number of lives, there is a complete opportunity to break free from the shackles of the Palace of Eternal Life and come to the human world."

"I see!"

"One month in the outside world, a hundred years in the Hall of Eternal Life, a hundred years, enough for you to cultivate, you must seize the opportunity."

"I will."

"Finally, it's the same sentence, come out alive."

Leaving a sentence, Old Ming flickered and disappeared without a trace. He explained everything that should be explained. After Yang Xuan entered the Hall of Eternal Life, he relied on himself, and no one could help.

"My goal is the Martial Spirit of Destiny in the City of Destiny. How can a small Huangquan River stop my footsteps?"

Yang Xuan muttered to himself, knelt down in front of the tombstone of Master Zhan Wang, and respectfully kowtowed three times before getting up and leaving.

"Hello, Senior Brother Yang Xuan!"

"I have seen Senior Brother Yang Xuan!"

Along the way, the disciples of the Sword God Palace greeted Yang Xuan one after another.

Up to now, to say who is the most prestigious in the Sword God Palace besides the sword god Gu Tongxuan, it is undoubtedly Yang Xuan.

Everyone understands that Yang Xuan is a genius with a promising future. Sooner or later, he will be in charge of the Sword God Palace. When they see Yang Xuan, they will have to honor him as the Palace Master.

"You don't need to be too polite, by the way, fellow juniors and juniors, do you know who is in our Sword God Palace?

With a smile on his face, Yang Xuan asked while greeting the disciples of the Sword God Palace on the road.

Just now, he released his divine sense to investigate, and found that there were more strangers in the Sword God Palace.

"As for Senior Brother, those people are some sects outside the Great Zhou Mountains and the Patriarchs and Patriarchs of the Martial Dao Family. This trip is to come to our Sword God Palace to worship the mountains."

"Baishan?"

Yang Xuan raised his brows, knowing that it was fake to come to worship the mountain, and it was real to send a congratulatory gift to have a good relationship with the Sword God Palace.

"Hehe, this is all thanks to Senior Brother."

"Yeah, if it wasn't for Senior Brother showing off his mighty power yesterday and beheading the three supreme beings, those foreign martial arts forces were too late to avoid our Sword God Palace, how could they come to worship the mountain?"

Nearby, a group of Sword God Palace disciples opened their mouths one after another, all admiring Yang Xuan as an idol.

"Senior brother Yang Xuan hasn't had breakfast yet. Junior sister just has some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes here. If you don't dislike it, take it."

There was also a beautiful young female disciple who handed Yang Xuan a jade box, turned around and ran away with a blushing face.

Yang Xuan saw it in his eyes and just smiled. He opened the jade box and walked towards his mountain while eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Hehe, Yunhaishan from the Taiqing Palace is visiting, if I disturb you, I hope you forgive me."

At this moment, with the hearty laughter that made people feel like a spring breeze, an old man in blue with a kind-hearted face appeared out of thin air in the sky above the gate of the Sword God Palace.

"The Venerable Yun of the Taiqing Palace, Yunhaishan?"

"It's this man!"

"Tsk tsk, Venerable is visiting, this Sword God Palace has a lot of face!"

"It's not that the Sword God Palace has great face, but Yang Xuan's face is great. If there is no Yang Xuan, how can there be a supreme condescending visit?"

Many mountain worshipers whispered and talked a lot, and they all understood that this was Yang Xuan's credit.

It was a super sect that was very famous in Zhongzhou, but now there is another enchanting disciple with shocking combat power in the sect.

"Junior Yang Xuan, see Venerable Yun, I wonder how Venerable is doing recently?"

Yang Xuan rose into the air and went to meet Yunhaishan in person.

As someone else, Yang Xuan would naturally not be so attentive, but Fang Qingxue was a disciple of the Taiqing Palace, and Yun Haishan was a good person, so it was worthy of Yang Xuan to treat her with courtesy.

"The future generations are terrifying. I think I knew from the old days that nephew Yang was a dragon and a phoenix among people, and his achievements were extraordinary. Now it seems that nephew is not only extraordinary, it is destined to dominate an era!"

Yun Haishan looked at Yang Xuan in front of him in white clothes like snow and high spirits, and praised without hesitation.

"Master Yun has won the award, and the younger generation is ashamed to be worthy of it."

Yang Xuan said modestly.