Eternal Demon Monarch

In order to meet his father who has been away for many years as soon as possible, Yang Xuan is full of inexhaustible energy. He walks steadily all the way, wishing to immediately fly his wings and fly to the top of the mountain…

Chapter 404 The man has tears

On the top of the mountain, the clouds are steaming and changing.

A white jade is paved, and in the center of the square where there is a sculptural column, the sculpture of Taixuan Daoist stands tall and immortal.

Beside the sculpture, a stone tablet stands.

The stone tablet is about two meters high, and the whole body is dark and azure. Even though endless years have passed, there is no sign of weathering. On the surface of the monument, two rows of clear and powerful characters of the seal engraver .

“Wujiang Taixuan, young and famous, vertical and horizontal, invincible, undefeated, feeling that when there is no one in the world, fortunately to meet the king of war Yi Wuya, regardless of victory or defeat, he became a confidant. It’s very comforting.”

“I am committed to martial arts and never married. I want to set foot on the top of Martial Dao. However, there will be a head on the road of Martial Dao. Now that the deadline is approaching, I will learn all my life. It is contained in the formation, and it must be passed on to later generations…”

“It turns out that Taixuan daoist is named Jiang Taixuan, and he is also a good friend with the Master Warlord.”

Before the stone tablet, Yang Xuan Standing and watching, his eyes twinkled.

He had long felt that Taixuan Daoist should have met the King of War. After all, the two lived in the same age. Now they can see the inscription. They know that they not only know each other, but even make friends. Passed away, leaving Taixuan daoist alone.

However, the years are ruthless, no matter how high the Taixuan daoist cultivation base is, it will eventually be unable to Undying and Inextinguishable……

“Wait, big array!”

Yang Xuan remembered something, and stepped around the stone tablet, and saw a formation not far away.

The formation has a radius of five feet and is two zhang high. The whole body is bright and white as jade, with densely packed complex lines carved on it, which is profound and obscure, and full of ancient meaning.

“This is the inheritance method, your father is not small, from one hour to one hour, you can get the inheritance of Taixuan Daoist.”

The Purgatory Sword flew out, looked at the inheritance platform and then at the sculpture of Taixuan Daoist, and asserted: “There is a source of Source Power in the sculpture. After your father absorbs it, the cultivation base must be advanced by leaps and bounds.” /p>

Yang Xuan’s body trembled, without saying a word, staring blankly at the silhouette on the inheritance platform.

It was a middle-aged man, white clothed with blood, his body was like a mountain, and his breath was condensed.

His face is full of beard and scum, messy, obviously he hasn’t taken care of it for a long time.

This is so, it is vaguely visible that his facial features are similar to Yang Xuan has several points of, but the outline is tougher and more mature.

At this time, he was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he was feeling something. He was completely unaware of the outside world, and I had forgotten things. It was Yang Xuan’s father, Yang Tian, ​​whom Yang Xuan had not seen for many years.

The moment Yang Xuan saw Yang Tian, ​​Yang Xuan’s eyes became wet.

Compared with 5-6 years ago, Yang Tian’s changes are not uncommon.

Not only the face has changed a lot, but the black hair has also turned into white hair without luster.

“Hair is all white…”

The man does not flick lightly when he has tears, just because he is not sad.

Looking at Yang Tian’s vicissitudes of life and gray hair, Yang Xuan, as his son, could no longer control it, tears flowed and his clothes were soaked.

Yang Tian, ​​now thirty-eighth, not yet over 40, is the golden age of a man, full of energy and blood.

If you haven’t experienced any blows, how can you decline before getting old and have gray hair?

Yang Xuan understands that this must be inseparable from himself.

After all, just two or three months ago, I was once occupied by the dream of Qin Lan’s Fleshy body and broke into the void crack.

When Yang Tian learned of this bad news, the blow he suffered can be imagined.

In addition, another factor, I am afraid, what happened to mother He Lianqian, which caused her father’s heart to be injured and his hair was gray overnight.

“Heaven, is that sculpture!?”

“It must be a daoist too mysterious, no doubt, soon, the god water of Taiyin is definitely on the mountain.”

Suddenly, the voices of people from afar broke the tranquility of this world.

“Father, you can feel at ease here to understand it, don’t worry, there is a child, no one will disturb you.”

Yang Xuan kneeled on both knees and knocked Yang Tian There were three beeps, and then he stood up abruptly, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, which was breathtaking.

Without delay, he took off the cloak of shadow, changed into a snowy white clothed robe, and then walked down the stone steps, hoping to block those who tried to climb the mountain by strength of oneself.

It must be said that this is a crazy thing, but he has the ability to do it, because the sea of ​​anger is imprisoned on this mountain, the martial artist can only rely on the fleshy body.

And if the fleshy body alone is better than the divine force, the powerhouse can hardly compete with him.

Perhaps, only the divine force environment powerhouse urges Martial Spirit to threaten him.

But it’s okay, he still has the war puppets handed down from the ancient times. Once the fleshy body is integrated with the war puppet, he will be impervious to sword and spear, strong as an ox, no matter whether the fleshy body defense or fleshly body strength. , Will exponentially increase exponentially, enough to suppress and kill martial artists of any cultivation realm below the Supreme.

He is boasting, on this peak.