Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 1636
"Fellow Daoist He is over-rewarded. It's an eventful time, and peace is the most important thing in everything. Yang just doesn't want to cause trouble."

Yang Xuan shook his head, and said: "The current Immortal Territory seems to be calm, but in fact it is undercurrents. Once the catastrophe really comes, it is hard to say whether our monks can survive."

"Did you also notice something?"

He Yiming asked in a deep voice, with a somewhat dignified expression.

"Guixu and his party, the immortal powerhouses from all sides have not returned for a long time. I don't know what Daoist friends think about this matter?"

Yang Xuan asked back.

"It's a very odd thing indeed."

He Yiming frowned and said, "Since about half a year ago, many immortal emperors and immortal saints have entered the depths of Guixu to explore, but no one has come out for a long time. This situation is very strange no matter how you look at it. highly valued.

After all, those who entered Guixu were mostly ancestors of various families and factions. If they did not return for a long time, it would inevitably make people feel uneasy and cranky.

Yang Xuan pondered for a while, and said: "If things go wrong, there must be monsters. If Yang's prediction is not bad, there may be some accidents under the ruins. Maybe it won't be long before the entire fairyland will fall into an extremely terrifying turmoil. There is no pure land to speak of."

As soon as these words came out, some disciples of the Qingyang Sect couldn't help but ask: "Is Senior Yang a little too alarmist?"

It is true that during this period of time, rumors of the imminent catastrophe have been circulating everywhere in the fairyland, but rumors are rumors after all, and who can guarantee whether they are true.

In this world, there are too many people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. For some people, chaotic times are also an opportunity, and they can only hope that the world will be in chaos.

"Shut up, the elders are talking, when will you interrupt?"

He Yiming shouted.

"The disciple knew he was wrong, the Great Elder forgives the sin."

"Remember, next time is not an example."

He Yiming snorted coldly, and immediately apologized to Yang Xuan, "My disciples are short-sighted and don't know the rules, please don't blame Daoist Yang."

How disrespectful it would be for a junior to dare to speak out against an immortal sage. This is because he, the great elder of the sect, was present, or he would have died without knowing it.

"It's okay, Yang is just saying it casually, maybe nothing will happen."

Yang Xuan waved his hand.

"Hey, He also hopes so, but there are some things that need to be prepared early."

He Yiming sighed softly, taking precautions before they happen, so that he can live and work in peace, no matter whether the catastrophe will come or not, he must not take it lightly.

"Great Elder, do you even think there will be a catastrophe in Xianyu?!"

Wang Feng gasped, the Immortal Territory was really going to fall into turmoil, which would not be a good thing for young monks like them.

"Of course, when the cultivation level has reached the level of the old man, he can already feel a hint of danger in the dark, not to mention that in recent days, some places in the fairyland have been haunted by dark creatures from time to time. In the old man's opinion, this is by no means a coincidence. Foreshadowing the coming storm."

As He Yiming said, he suddenly thought of something, and said: "It is said that about two months ago, in Tiancang Immortal Territory, there was a strong Ming clan who claimed to be the eight-armed Pluto who stirred up the wind and rain, and caused a storm in Tiancangxing. The terrifying beast horde was finally suppressed and killed by the master of a young fairy."

At this point, He Yiming couldn't help but took a deep look at Yang Xuan over here, and said with a smile: "It's a coincidence, that young fairy is also named Yang Xuan, and he has the same name and surname as Fellow Daoist Yang."

"That person is Yang."

Yang Xuan shrugged his shoulders and also smiled. He just remembered that he had killed an eight-armed Pluto in the Celestial Realm, and the Celestial Realm happened to be a great world of immortality in the east of the Immortal Realm. The news had already spread opened.

"You are really a fellow Taoist!"

Although He Yiming had some guesses, he never dared to make a conclusion, but after Yang Xuan confessed frankly, he was sure that the young immortal saint in front of him was undoubtedly that Yang Xuan.

"What, he is that Yang Xuan, Great Elder, have you made a mistake?!"

Wang Feng cried out, he also heard that Yang Xuan came out of Tiancang Immortal Territory, who once killed an adult Chi Lianniao by himself, but according to the news, isn't Yang Xuan a fairy king?

"Hmph, you have blind eyes. This little friend Yang Xuan is not an old fairy saint at all, but a remarkable young genius, who may not be older than you."

He Yiming said angrily.

"Yang has practiced for more than three hundred years."

Yang Xuan smiled slightly. Of course he couldn't say that he had only cultivated for more than 100 years. If he really said that, others would only treat him as a monster.

"More than three hundred years?!"

Wang Feng and the rest of the Qingyang Sect disciples were all shocked when they heard the words. They had practiced for more than [-] years, which meant that Yang Xuan was only less than [-] years old this year. Tianjiao Shen Lingxiao didn't give in too much.

"Little friend is amazing, I am ashamed of myself."

He Yiming sighed, it's hard to imagine how talented a fairy saint of this age is.

This kind of person also definitely has the aptitude to aspire to the emperor's realm, and his achievements are limitless.

"Husband still wants to hide his strength, but now it seems that he can't do it."

Wu Lingyan looked at Yang Xuan beside her, and secretly smiled.

Yang Xuan rubbed his nose, didn't say much, just heard He Yiming say: "Little friend, come to Yuanshi Starfield this time, but you want to watch the ceremony that day?"

"That's it!"

Yang Xuandao.

"Is it?"

He Yiming murmured in his heart, but he didn't ask any more questions, and invited with a smile: "Since you are going to Tianxuguan, you might as well wait with me, and there will be someone to take care of you on the way."

"Alright."

Yang Xuan nodded, but did not refuse.

"Haha, that's great."

He Yiming laughed, regardless of Yang Xuan's cultivation and strength, there is an expert guardian behind this son, and if he can get along well, he must not offend him.

Soon, He Yiming's eyes fell on Wu Lingyan again, "By the way, I don't know what this girl's name is?"

"This is a bitch."

Yang Xuan introduced.

"My little girl, Wu Lingyan, has met Senior He."

Wu Lingyan parted her lips lightly, and saluted He Yiming.

"Don't dare, if Miss Lingyan doesn't mind it, just call me old."

He Yiming waved his hands again and again.

Yang Xuan saw all this in his eyes, knew that He Yiming was trying to curry favor with him, so he didn't point it out, and said, "Let's go, let's talk while walking, just the junior wants to ask Mr. He about something."

Calling He Lao, seeing that Yang Xuan regarded himself as a junior, He Yiming felt happy in his heart, and hurriedly said: "My little friend, if you want to ask anything, just ask, as long as the old man knows, he will know everything."

After all, the group of people did not delay, and rushed to the Yuanshi Star all the way. On the way, Yang Xuan inquired about the specific origin of the flower language dress.

(End of this chapter)