Eternal Demon King

"Senior's skill is good fortune, and his reputation is very famous in the past. Naturally, he is not afraid of a few underworld gods."

Yang Xuan said with a smile, with the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Sutra of Life and Death, he believed that the Daoist withered would be able to comprehend the avenue of life and death in a few days, successfully break through the bottleneck, and step into the legendary world of immortality.

Hearing his words, Daoist Ku shook his head and snorted: "Don't talk about flattery, although the old man is not afraid of a few underworld gods, but if you add your oil bottle, it will be difficult to completely fight against each other. Let go of your hands and feet."

"Am I a tow bottle?"

Yang Xuan touched his nose and laughed dumbly. He dared to feel that he was nothing in the eyes of Daoist Ku, but he couldn't blame him. After all, he only had the cultivation of the Immortal King Realm now.

Cultivation determines everything, and perhaps in the eyes of people like Ku Daoren, only the emperor realm powerhouse can barely be regarded as a master.

Daoist Ku glanced at Yang Xuan and said lightly: "I know that you have hidden your strength, and your real strength is definitely not weak, but no matter how strong you are, can you still deal with the underworld gods?"

"Ahem, the Ming clan is good at fighting, and the strength of the underworld gods of the Ming clan is not inferior to the Great Sage of the Immortal Dao, and even stronger than the ordinary Great Sage of the Immortal Dao. The junior is indeed not an opponent, but if the junior tries his best, he will Not without a fight.”

Yang Xuan coughed dryly, a bit of arrogance in his voice.

"Oh, is that so? It seems that the old man is still underestimating you. If possible, the old man would like to see your methods."

Withered Daoist narrowed his eyes.

"Let's forget it. With a senior like you here, where do you need the younger generation to take action? The younger generation will not show off in front of you."

Yang Xuan said haha, he wouldn't waste his energy if there were free thugs, and he didn't want to reveal all his cards prematurely.

"What a sly boy."

Ku Taoren laughed and scolded, although he didn't know Yang Xuan's trump card, but he also understood that Yang Xuan was a genius in the sky.

"Okay, come here quickly, if you are too far away, the old man may not be able to protect you in the next fight."

The Daoist withered waved his hand, and it was okay to meet the cultivator of the immortal way, but when he encountered the god of the underworld, there was bound to be a fierce battle, and it was unavoidable.

"Junior knows."

Yang Xuan nodded, and approached the Dry Daoist in a flash. With his current cultivation base and strength, he might be able to compete slightly against the last Underworld God. Even if he couldn't defeat it, he would leave with confidence.

But if he faced a few underworld gods, he would have no choice but to fight to the death.

"Hmph, the Heart Demon Palace is the holy land of our clan. Since the two of you dare to come, you don't need to go out anymore."

At this moment, several figures roared from afar.

Yang Xuan fixed his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly.

There were four people in total, an ugly-looking old man with scorpion tails, a sturdy dragon-headed man, a glamorous and enchanting woman with snake eyes, and a middle-aged man surrounded by black fire.

"It is said that there are eight underworld gods in the underworld, you must be some of them, right?"

Daoist Ku opened his mouth, his body was dead without restraint, the whole person was like a god of death, and the radius of a hundred miles was turned into a dead area, without the slightest vitality.

"Who is Your Excellency?!"

The snake-eyed woman shrank her eyes, and unconsciously used her power to resist the invasion of death energy, while the scorpion-tailed old man, the dragon-headed man, or the middle-aged man also released the power to protect themselves.

This wisp of death energy, seemingly invisible and invisible, is full of terrifying corrosiveness and should not be underestimated.

"The old man Kudao, known as Kurong Patriarch."

Daoist Ku looked at the snake-eyed woman, thought for a while and said: "Natural snake eyes, you should be the ancestor of the snake family, the snake god among the eight gods, right?"

"Giggle, Wanwan, the snake girl of the slave family, is the ancestor of the underworld gods, the snake god among the eight underworld gods."

The snake god Wanwan's smiling face is like a flower, evil and coquettish, and it looks like a blooming rose, which has a fatal temptation to all men in the world.

"I've heard that the snake god is good at deceiving people. A frown and a smile are enough to turn all living beings upside down. It's true when I see it today, but unfortunately, the old man is old and not very interested in women's sex."

Dry and humane.

"Your Excellency is not close to women, what about this little brother beside you?"

The snake god Wanwan smiled, and his eyes fell on Yang Xuan, who was beside the Ku Taoist, and threw a wink at him.

Yang Xuan froze in his heart, if it wasn't for his strong determination, he would have been captured by him in an instant, and his life and death would be controlled by the other party.

"Hee hee, the little brother is not bad. Not only is he handsome, but he can't be fooled by the slave family. The slave family really likes you."

The snake god Wanwan smiled again and again, but she was somewhat surprised. She didn't think that her charms would have no effect on Yang Xuan. As the ancestor of the dark snake family, her most powerful method was charm.

Under the charm of her snake eyes, there are not many men in the world who can resist.

"Sister is so beautiful, and the kid likes her very much. Unfortunately, her whole body is covered in thorns, and she eats people without spitting out bones. The kid really wants to follow her, and I'm afraid I don't know how she died."

Yang Xuan also laughed. It was the first time he saw the snake god Wanwan, and he couldn't help but be amazed by the other person's face, but he was very wary.

"Stinky mother-in-law, don't be mad. If you want this human boy, you should join hands with me to kill this old guy. As long as this old guy dies, this boy is not yours to deal with."

The scorpion-tailed old man snorted coldly.

"The Scorpion God is right. Let's get rid of this person first. This person is very strong. I'm afraid I will need to join hands to deal with it."

The dragon-headed man, the dragon god, also spoke.

"Senior, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? The battle is over."

Daoist Ku sneered, his originally hunched body suddenly stood up straight, not only that, but the withered blood energy instantly became full and powerful, and the powerful vitality circulated around him, making his whole person no longer a little sullen.

Gradually, he, who was originally extremely old, quickly regained his youth, but in just a short period of time, he changed from old age to a black-haired boy, a boy who looked like seventeen or eighteen years old, looking even older than Yang Xuan. Be a little younger.

"This is?!"

Yang Xuan was taken aback, and he couldn't help thinking of the Mysterious Sutra of Life and Death in the Nine Revolutions, and only this cultivation technique could make the Daoist withered back to his youth in a short period of time.

It's just, how long has it been since I got the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Sutra of Life and Death from Daoist Withered? It's hard to imagine how this old man did it. Could it be that he has been secretly comprehending all this time, and has also cultivated the nine-turn life and death profound art to a terrifying realm.

"Nine turns of life and death, withered trees meet spring, this is a profound art of life and death created by this old man by combining Kurong Huasheng Gong with your Nine Turns of Life and Death Mysterious Art. This old man calls it the Nine Revolutions Withering Prosperity Mysterious Art."

Kudao said: "Youdao is one year old and one withering glory. With this nine-turn withering glory mysterious art, the old man may be reborn from death at any time, or from life to death, reaching the realm of life and death."