Chapter 1280

"Yes, I am a magician."

Yang Xuan nodded, very calm and proud.

He is a cultivator, with the blood of the most noble demons flowing in his bones. He was born for cultivating demons in his past and present lives.

However, what about the devil?

The devil also has love, and the devil also has Tao!

Even if there are many hells and thousands of karmic obstacles ahead, as long as you don't change your original intention, you can finally prove the Dao and gain great freedom and detachment.

"Sure enough, this child is a magician."

Jia Ping and others looked at each other, their bodies were tense, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Demon cultivators, do whatever they want, and kill decisively. God knows whether Yang Xuan will kill and silence him next.

After all, he just killed an inner disciple of the Five Poison Sect. How could the Five Poison Sect just let it go after learning about it?

The plan for now is to kill them. As long as they die, Zhu Tao's death will be a mystery, and the Five Poison Sect will not know that Yang Xuan is the murderer.

"Young master is actually a magician..."

Jiang Xiner said softly, she really hoped that Yang Xuan was a righteous monk and not a demon cultivator, but the fact was in front of her, and she could not believe it.

Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Jiang Xiner with a smile, and said, "If you are afraid of me, jealous of me, and want to distance yourself from me, you can pretend that you don't know me in the future.

Jiang Xin'er trembled, unable to tell what it was like in her heart.

Angry?

It seems a bit, but more is sad.

She had a feeling that if she chose to part ways with Yang Xuan today, she would be hard-pressed to find a man who was better than Yang Xuan and made her even more fond of him.

This feeling was particularly strong, which made her feel extremely uneasy, and she blurted out: "I, I'm not afraid, and I never thought of alienating the son, I believe that the son is a good person, even if you are a demon cultivator, you are also a demon cultivator. A rare good person, you won't hurt me."

"A good guy..."

Yang Xuan laughed dumbly, and then shook his head, "I'm not a good person, and of course I'm not a heartless, wicked person, I'm an orthodox cultivator, I don't fear heaven, earth, and gods of heaven and earth, I am who I am, all I want is to do whatever I want, and to have a good idea.”

Domineering, strong, ignoring the rules, fear nothing!

This is Yang Xuan, this is his style of conduct, and the way of practice.

Jiang Xiner was stunned, Jia Pingren and Yang Hu, the tiger demon, were also deeply impacted by Yang Xuan's heroic words at this moment.

In their eyes, the current Yang Xuan is not a person, but a demon god who stands above the sky and swallows mountains and rivers. His image is infinitely tall, making people unconsciously want to worship.

After a long time, Jiang Xin'er came back to her senses, and said with a sigh: "If everyone is like the son, the devil cultivators in the world will not be spurned by others. The son is a real gentleman among demons, who hates evil and hates evil. Kill innocent people."

"You are wrong. Although I hate evil and hate, my hands have also been stained with too much blood. Among them, there are both wicked people and innocent people who were unfortunately killed by me."

Yang Xuan said lightly.

"No matter what, I firmly believe that the young master is a demon cultivator with a conscience and a sense of justice, which is completely different from those demon cultivators who only know how to kill and do all kinds of evil."

Jiang Xiner gritted her teeth, and was also very stubborn, never thinking that Yang Xuan was a villain.

"What an innocent and cute silly girl!"

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "I'm going to Rising Cloud Sword Sect on this trip, aren't you afraid that I have bad intentions against you Rising Cloud Sword Sect?"

"No, with your son's strength and means, there is no need to take action against my little Rising Cloud Sword Sect."

Hearing this, Jia Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, this girl is really simple, how can a person, especially a cultivator, just look at the appearance? Although Yang Xuan is a magnanimous person, it cannot be said that he went to Rising Cloud Sword Sect just to play.

Thinking of this, Jia Ping clasped his fists at Yang Xuan, and asked cautiously, "Dare to ask Brother Yang what is the matter with my Rising Cloud Sword Sect?"

He also had to ask, in short, if he didn't figure out the matter, his heart would be uneasy.

"Don't worry, I don't have any ill will towards your faction, and I'm just going to see your faction here."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he shouted: "Your Excellency has been eavesdropping for so long, do you want to prepare to leave?"

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill Zhu Tao, my inner disciple of the Five Poison Sect?"

On the mountain in the distance, a short, ugly old man in black robe appeared out of nowhere and asked with a cold face.

"I killed him, and I have my own reasons for killing him. Besides, you have been hiding in the dark, and you have seen the whole story in your eyes and listened to your ears. Why do you need to ask clearly now?"

Hearing this, Jia Ping, Jiang Xiner and others were all surprised. No one thought that an old master would come to the neighborhood early.

If it wasn't for Yang Xuan's words to alert the other party until he showed his figure, they would probably have been kept in the dark.

What frightened them the most was that this person was still from the Five Poison Sect. Although they could not see through the cultivation of the black-robed old man, they knew that this person was very scary just because he dared to reveal his true body.

"Hmph, Zhu Tao deserves to die, but I'm also a disciple of the Five Poison Sect, and I won't allow you to be an outsider."

The black-robed old man said coldly, without concealing the murderous intent in his eyes.

"Supreme, you dare to kill me, you are just courting death."

Yang Xuan jumped up and stood on the sky, looking down at the black-robed old man on the distant mountain with contempt.

Under his gaze, the black-robed old man's heart trembled. This man can easily kill Zhu Tao, and his cultivation base must be far beyond the realm of fate, especially since he is still a mysterious and abnormal magic cultivator, and he can see through his own cultivation base at a glance. , it must be difficult to deal with.

"A breath of restraint, is it the realm of the heavens?"

The black-robed old man's eyes flickered, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

He also relied on his cultivation to reach the peak of the Supreme Realm, so he dared to show up to meet Yang Xuan. He thought that even if he was not Yang Xuan's opponent, he could retreat safely with all his strength.

But now, his confidence has disappeared, and he doesn't think he can escape at all.

"I, Yang Xuan, never kill the nameless people, let's quickly report to the name." Yang Xuan said.

"Old man Lou Jiande, the elder of the inner door of the Five Poison Sect."

The black-robed old man looked angry, and asked calmly, "Your Excellency and I are both magic monks, do you really want to do this?"

"Well, I'll give you a way to live."

Yang Xuan said casually.

"Your Excellency, please say that as long as the old man can do it, he will try his best to do it."

Lou Jiande was furious in his heart, but he didn't dare to act rashly on his face. He was really scared. If he knew that this man was so powerful, he shouldn't have come to swim in this muddy water.

He was just an inner disciple, and he died when he died. There were so many outstanding disciples in the Five Poison Sect, and they were not inferior to Zhu Tao.

"It's very simple, you, be my servant, let me plant the chant, and you don't have to die."

Yang Xuan's voice was not loud, but he exuded a trace of emperor-level murderous aura.

Lou Jiande felt this terrifying murderous aura and couldn't help his legs soften, and the whole person almost wanted to kneel on the ground, and his eyes were full of indescribable fear when he looked at Yang Xuan.