Chapter 1265

"Amazing! Who was this kid in his previous life!?"

"Hehe, is this important? We just need to understand that he will always be our husband."

"Sister Ziyao is right, Yang Xuan is always the Yang Xuan who originally came, and will not change because of the change of status."

On Ziwei Peak, apart from Shen Yue's heart skipping and some babbling, Su Ziyao, Qin Lan and other women were relatively calm.

Even the younger Gu Qingying, Fang Qingxue, and Yi Xiu'er didn't have much surprise on their faces, they were just happy for Yang Xuan's strength.

This is their man. He is handsome and has an extraordinary bearing. He seems to act without restraint and is very indifferent.

"The Demon Emperor's family, he is actually the Demon Emperor's family!"

Yi Qingwu raised her head and looked at Yang Xuan who was like a demon, but she was in a different state of mind.

She never imagined that this seemingly condescending and unruly young man in her eyes had such a tyrannical blood flowing in her body.

Just as all the girls turned their attention to Yang Xuan, in a barren valley in the Sword God Palace, Old Ming was shocked, as if he had seen something, and his face suddenly showed a strong look of shock. .

"You can't be wrong, this is the innate magical power that is only available in the legendary Nether Demon clan."

The Nether Demon Clan is the real royal family among the Demon Clan. According to legend, this clan is thin and has extremely low fertility, but all of them have various talents since birth, and their speed of cultivation is far beyond that of all races in the world.

The only ones who can really compare with it are the gods of the gods.

The Celestials, the absolute overlords of the Protoss, have a detached status and are naturally hostile to the Nether Demons, and wars will break out from time to time between the two sides.

However, the higher the talent, the more jealousy and jealousy people will be. Both the gods and the demons have long since perished.

For example, the Nether Demon family, with the death of their last leader, the "Immortal Emperor Nether Demon" who was known as the first demon emperor of all ages, the Nether Demon family completely sank and ceased to exist.

Nowadays, even in the major immortal worlds, it is difficult to find a person from the Nether Demon family.

"Having the blood of the Underworld Demon Emperor, could this son be the bloodline of the Underworld Demon Immortal Emperor?"

"It is said that Immortal Emperor Mingmo has had countless friends in his life, but he has only one son. No one has seen this son since he was born. After the death of Immortal Emperor Mingmo, no one knows his trace."

"It must be like this. This son must be the only bloodline that Immortal Emperor Ming Mo left in this world. My lord may have seen this faintly, so he is so important to this son."

Thinking of this, Ming Lao couldn't help laughing again. His master, Xiaoyao Xianjun, became famous at a young age. He is a world-shattering talent and has great aspirations. That supreme immortal saint.

However, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, misfortune and good fortune for people, and Xianjun Xiaoyao finally had to choose the reincarnation of soldiers.

All of this, in the final analysis, is because of that piece of Samsara Martial Soul Fragment.

If there is no strong enemy peeping at the shards of Samsara Martial Spirit, if Xianjun Xiaoyao trusts someone beside him too much, he would not be in the situation he is today.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Yang Xuan grows up, when he is strong enough, he can really fight side by side with Xianjun Xiaoyao and go to the world of immortals to find those enemies in the past to settle old accounts.

As a descendant of the Underworld Demon, Yang Xuan has the supreme bloodline of the Underworld Demon clan flowing in his body.

In the past, how powerful the Immortal Emperor Underworld Demon was. Although he was only in the Immortal Emperor Realm, he was able to leapfrog the level to kill the Great Sage of the Immortal Dao. If the Great Sage of the Eighteen Roads and the Immortal Emperors from all sides joined forces to besiege him, the Immortal Emperor Underworld Demon would eventually be defeated. not necessarily fail.

It can be said that the Immortal Emperor Underworld is the god in the eyes of millions of demons in the world, and his status is unparalleled. As the only bloodline of the Immortal Underworld Emperor in this world, Yang Xuan's future achievements will never be better than the Immortal Emperor Underworld. inferior, even more so.

Under the attention of all the people, Yang Xuan did not know that his identity was already known by Ming Lao, and he did not know the fact that he was a ghost family.

He looked at Zuo Lengchan, who looked mad and was about to go mad, and said lightly, "If you win, you will lose. Although you have lost your imperial aura and your original cultivation, you have saved your life after all. There is a saying. How to say it, living is more important than anything else, as long as you live, you still have hope."

"I'm dying, there's still hope for shit!"

Zuo Lengchan's eyes were spitting fire, and his heart was dripping blood.

"Don't stare at me like your parents, or I can't guarantee that I will kill you."

After a pause, Yang Xuan waved his hand again, and said like a fly: "Go away, and quickly disappear from me."

"Shuzi, I don't share the sky with you, so just wait and bear the wrath of my High Heaven Sword Pavilion."

After uttering a cruel sentence, Zuo Lengchan broke through the air and escaped from the Shenwu Continent at the fastest speed.

He also had to run away. God knows if Yang Xuan will go back on it. If he suddenly goes back, then he might even have to take his last old life.

"This old guy... ran to the death of a rabbit."

Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled indifferently, without any intention of chasing Zuo Lengchan.

A cripple whose cultivation has fallen to the emperor, even if he returns to the High Heaven Sword Pavilion alive, he will not be able to achieve anything in this life, and it will not pose any threat to him at all.

"Now, it's time to refine the emperor's qi. These more than 1,800 emperor qi are enough for me to enter the emperor's realm in one fell swoop."

With this thought, he grabbed his big hand violently, and the pitch-black giant palm transformed by the Demon Emperor Qi suddenly crushed one after another of the Emperor Qi.

Almost a face to face, all the emperor's aura, all smashed into a faint golden mist, and constantly integrated into Yang Xuan's demon emperor's aura.

At the same time, a mighty imperial might poured into his body like a surging tide, causing him to suffer from severe pain and trembling in spirit.

As powerful as him, he felt a great threat at this moment.

If the soul perishes and the mind collapses, the Dao perishes and the human being perishes, and all the sacrifices will also be destroyed in an instant!

"I, can't die, and won't die, practice for me! Practice! Practice!"

His eyes were crazy, and he accelerated the refining speed. Immediately, a stream of pale golden mist was absorbed and assimilated by the demon emperor's aura, becoming more powerful and incomparably condensed.

When all the emperor qi disappeared and became part of his devil emperor qi, his devil emperor qi suddenly split into nine, nine and eighty-one, and a tyrannical emperor's prestige also burst out, sweeping across Nine days and ten places.

Everyone who was shrouded in Diwei felt trembling and uneasy, and couldn't help but want to kneel and worship.

This is the power of the emperor, of course, it is not so much the power of the emperor, it is better to say that this is the power of the devil, the power of a devil who is about to enter the realm of the emperor.