Chapter 1343

"What do you want to do?"

"Well, I just want to use your body to let you live in another way."

"Are you going to take me away..."

Anluo was shocked and angry, but when he thought about it, he felt it was impossible.

"No, you belong to the Demon Emperor's bloodline, you are uniquely gifted, and your physical body is unparalleled in the world, so how can you look down on my body?"

Shadow clan, although the physique is strong, but far less than the demon clan.

Looking at the heavens and the world, and even in the immortal world, the demons have been a real strong family since ancient times.

The monks of this family were born to be warriors between heaven and earth, and a person with the blood of the demon royal family could not abandon his original body and seize another new body unless he had to.

"Don't make random guesses, it's not me who is about to take you away."

"Who are you!?"

"Don't worry, you will see it soon. The other party's cultivation base is far higher than you, and the time to become famous is far earlier than yours. However, the deadline is approaching, and it is urgent to find a new body to continue life."

Saying that, a figure appeared silently in the void in front of Yang Xuan.

"The peak of the Taoist realm, and he is still a demon monk..."

An Luo's eyes narrowed, staring at the man in front of him.

This is a middle-aged man in black robe with a vicissitudes of life. This man is majestic and full of devilish energy. Just standing here gives people a strong sense of oppression.

The middle-aged man is none other than Jiang Zhengxiong, the owner of Xuanming Cave of the Dark Demon Realm, known as the Old Demon of Xuanming.

Jiang Zhengxiong has cultivated for endless years, and his cultivation has already reached the peak of Dao Transformation.

It doesn't matter, Jiang Zhengxiong wouldn't be able to die if Anluo was the carrier of the house grabbing.

"See my emperor!"

At this moment, Jiang Zhengxiong ignored An Luo, bowed to Yang Xuan, and praised: "I haven't seen it for many days, my emperor's cultivation has reached this level, which is really amazing."

In the past, when I saw Yang Xuan for the first time, Yang Xuancai was only a mere Divine Power Realm's cultivation base. Now that I see him again, Yang Xuan is already a human emperor. The speed of cultivation is not unpleasant.

In particular, he was still in the line of the Demon Emperor, which made Jiang Zhengxiong even more excited.

Jiang Zhengxiong also understands that their Demon Race is not far from the rise.

"I have practiced in the Hall of Eternal Life for nearly a hundred years, and my cultivation has naturally improved."

Yang Xuan smiled, pointed to An Luo and said to Jiang Zhengxiong beside him: "I said that I want to find a new body for Jiang Lao, and this person should be very suitable for Jiang Lao you."

"Indeed, compared to Naha Wudao, this person is far stronger in terms of cultivation and bloodline. He is the best choice for the old man to win the house."

Jiang Zhengxiong nodded, looked at An Luo, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked it, he couldn't help saying: "This person should be of the shadow family. Although the bloodline is not as good as that of my demon clan, it is not bad."

Back then, when the Demon Race dominated the worlds, all races had to surrender, and among them, there was no lack of powerhouses from the Shadow Race.

This clan is famous for its brutality and bloodthirsty, but in front of the powerful demon clan, they have to bow down and bow their heads.

Anluo's face turned ruthless, and he roared fiercely: "Even if the gods and bodies are destroyed, I will never make a wedding dress for others."

"Certainly!"

Yang Xuan snorted coldly, and a tyrannical mental force rushed into An Luo's body, instantly imprisoning An Luo's soul and air.

"How can you allow yourself to self-destruct in front of me? It's really wishful thinking."

"Don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, I am willing to swear allegiance, and compared with those lowly demon clans under this continent, I An Luo will definitely be a great help to your Excellency."

"Will the dignified Shadow Clan cultivator beg for mercy too?"

"Who in this world is not afraid of death? As long as your Excellency promises to spare my life, I will do whatever you want me to do in the future."

"Sorry, I didn't want to let you go."

"Boy, I curse you to die."

An Luo knew that he would die, so he simply stopped being wronged and asked for perfection. Even if he knelt down and kowtowed, Yang Xuan would not let him go. Instead, it is better to retain some dignity.

"I, Yang Xuan, cultivated demons all my life, and I have never been a soft-hearted person. If you want to blame it, you are too weak, and you should be like this."

Yang Xuan's expression was indifferent, and he pointed at An Luo's eyebrows and directly used the black luck technique to forcibly plunder his luck.

"Young Master, this is..."

Jiang Zhengxiong was taken aback and faintly felt that An Luo seemed to have lost something.

"I have practiced a secret technique that can gain popularity and use it for me."

Hearing Yang Xuan's explanation, Jiang Zhengxiong suddenly nodded and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that there are secret techniques that can win people's luck in this world. It's really eye-opening."

Looking at Anluo again, his face was ashen and his eyes were dull.

His luck was completely taken away by someone, and the lack of luck also meant that he would die today.

"His body belongs to you, Jiang Lao, let's go."

Yang Xuan waved his hand.

Jiang Zhengxiong didn't hesitate, his spirit detached from his body and entered Anluo's mind, swallowing his spirit in one fell swoop.

This also took a whole stick of incense, and when Anluo opened his eyes again, he was no longer the Anluo he used to be, but Jiang Zhengxiong.

"Thank you my emperor."

Jiang Zhengxiong fell to his knees, grateful.

"Lao Jiang, please get up, you are not my subordinate, but my clan, my guardian, we don't have to be so polite."

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to support Jiang Zhengxiong.

"No matter what, the life of this old man will be yours from now on."

The Demon Race has been the most loyal supporter of the Demon Emperor since ancient times, and Jiang Zhengxiong is also proud of it.

"The new body will take a long time to get used to. As for the original body, Boss Jiang can refine it and re-condense the demon blood."

The bloodline of the Demon Race is one of the strongest bloodlines in the world. As long as he can refine his original body, Jiang Zhengxiong will still be a Demon Race in the future.

"The old man has exactly this intention."

Soon, Jiang Zhengxiong returned to the Tongtian Tower, leaving only Yang Xuan standing alone above the sky.

He was not in a hurry to return to the ground, but played with a crystal of luck in his hand the size of a washbasin, which contained An Luo's luck.

As a powerhouse at the peak of the Cave Heaven Realm, An Luo's luck is indeed strong.

It is no exaggeration to say that this luck crystal is much more precious than the seven luck crystals Yang Xuan obtained not long ago.

It was a pity that Yang Xuan didn't have time to plunder the luck of the old man with different pupils killed by An Luo.

He didn't think much about it, he put away the crystal of luck, and secretly said a word to the Tongtian Tower.

Not long after, an old and familiar voice came from the tower.

"Xinyi is extremely talented, and now she is doing her best as a teacher. If you want to calculate what you want, take her with you from now on."

The voice was still there, and regardless of whether Yang Xuan answered or not, he directly sent a girl in a white skirt out of the Tongtian Tower.

The girl is petite and exquisite, with a pair of blue-like eyes, which seems to be able to read people's hearts and gain insight into opportunities.