Chatper 1629 (1/2)
"What about the upper Immortal King, it's just a stepping stone for me to become stronger."
Yang Xuan stood on the sky, his clothes were not stained with blood, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. His body was full of fighting spirit, and he rose to the top, manifesting as a circle of red dao lines in the void, exuding a heart-pounding aura.
The scarlet dao pattern is condensed by the fighting spirit, and it can also be called the battle pattern. There are almost a hundred dao patterns in total.
"Hundred battle lines, and I have already exerted the power of the God of War by hiking. It seems that I still have a long way to go."
Yang Xuan whispered, he has successfully completed the first stage of the training of the God of War, and successfully cultivated into the legendary body of the God of War. Next, he needs to continue to fight against others and hone his fighting will until he can condense it. Millions of war patterns, with an inextinguishable fighting spirit, the God of War Art can be accomplished.
In ancient times, there was Pangu, who stood in the sky and stood on the ground. His fighting spirit was immortal, and his fighting spirit was immortal. Therefore, he was a god and took the world as his own responsibility. Even if the Tao finally perished and died, he was looked up and respected by the people of later generations.
"I'm not Pangu, I don't want to be worshipped by the world, but I want to prove that I live forever, my parents, wife and children, relatives and friends, and I will be by my side all my life, that's all."
Yang Xuan's eyes flickered. He was born with the blood of the Underworld Demon Emperor. He was a real supreme demon. As a demon, he naturally had a selfish side. Shake the sun and the moon.
For him, the life and death of others have nothing to do with him, but in the face of the impending catastrophe, he still wants to do his best, but when it is really impossible, he will only choose to protect himself.
"Husband, are you okay?"
At this moment, Wu Lingyan flew over and asked with concern.
Jiu Mokong, the ancestor of the Biyun Sect, is also a high-ranking immortal king who has been practicing for many years. Although Yang Xuan has the upper hand in the battle, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be injured. After all, Yang Xuan has not used his magic power to resist.
"Your husband, killing the Immortal King like slaughtering pigs and dogs, what's the matter?"
Yang Xuan smiled, dissipated the war pattern above his head, moved his hands and feet slightly, and then said: "I am now, it can't be better, don't worry about it."
Just based on his physical strength, even if he was hit hard by Jiu Mokong, it would be very difficult for Jiu Mokong to cause him too much damage, not to mention that he still has the sacred art of healing. Even if he is really injured, he can recover in an instant. .
"You can be proud, next time you won't be allowed to come here, you are fighting with people immediately after the calamity, and you don't even use power. What if this is a bad thing that leads to the loss of the calamity coming earlier?"
Wu Lingyan's small mouth twitched, she snorted softly, and said through voice transmission.
Throughout the entire immortal realm, there is no immortal monk who only relies on the flesh to fight against others. If it wasn't for the fear of Yang Xuan's anger, Wu Lingyan wanted to scold him again.
"Don't worry, I can still suppress a little lost catastrophe."
With a smile on his face, Yang Xuan fondly touched Wu Lingyan's forehead, ignoring the gazes of others. Now that Long Xuan, Jiu Mokong and others are dead, who would dare to point at him? Point, ill-conceived?
"How many percent of your husband are you sure you will successfully survive the calamity?"
Wu Lingyan asked, how many immortal emperors have been in ancient times, and it is difficult to get an inch in the immortal emperor's realm all their lives.
"As long as no one disturbs me, I can successfully pass through the calamity, and nothing will happen."