Chatper 1561 (2/2)

"Come on, let's go take a look."

Yang Xuan didn't know that his own cultivation caused a flood of immortal energy, and his mind was all immersed in the mystery of Taoism.

The Daojing comes from the legendary Great Eternal Life Realm. It is a mysterious ancient scripture on a piece of the Great Eternal Life Realm.

"As expected of the first scripture of all ages, it actually helped me stabilize my cultivation so quickly!"

With a stick of incense, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes became more and more bright and transparent, like two magnificent gems, shining in the dark cave.

At this moment, his cultivation base is still the first level of the Immortal Sovereign Realm, but his mana is extremely powerful, which has more than doubled compared to the past. battle.

"Good good."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and stood up from the ground excitedly. The powerful force brought about by the skyrocketing mana made him want to scream up to the sky.

Cultivation determines strength. Without certain cultivation and powerful mana support, no matter how powerful he is, it is difficult for him to exert all his power.

"There are some people outside, all of them are immortal juniors, you can deal with it yourself!"

Hearing Emperor Yan's voice transmission, Yang Xuan dissipated his mana, and shouted an old man outside the cave, "This old man is cultivating, and a group of juniors dares to disturb me, do you want to die?"

"I don't mean to offend the seniors. The reason why I came here is because of that soul-devouring beast. I wonder if the seniors have seen it before?"

A voice came from outside the cave, with a polite tone.

"I haven't seen it before, and it is impossible for a soul-devouring beast to appear here. If you don't want to die, you can leave immediately."

Yang Xuan didn't even want to be authentic.

"Hmph, even if you are an immortal saint, you shouldn't talk to me like this. I want to come and see if your Excellency dares to do something to me, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace."

Someone snorted coldly and stepped into the cave where Yang Xuan was.

"Is the disciple of the Tibetan Sword Palace amazing? Get out of here!"

Yang Xuan moved at an unbelievably fast speed. When the disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace came back to his senses, he saw a figure roaring and crashing straight into his arms.

boom!

With a loud bang, the man flew upside down, blood spurting wildly from his mouth, and an incredible look of horror suddenly appeared on his face, shouting: "Senior, spare your life, junior will leave now."

After all, he controlled his body and exited the cave without looking back, and fell into the crowd in embarrassment.

"Brother Shen is actually injured, what's going on!?"

"In this cave, is it really an immortal saint?"

A group of immortal juniors exclaimed, in the Tianyao Mountains, there is a mysterious aura all year round, and this aura can isolate spiritual sense from prying eyes. Unless the cultivation base reaches the Immortal Emperor Realm, or the upper immortal king comes, the spiritual sense will also be attacked. Great repression.

"Don't ask, everyone, hurry up, the opponent's strength is very good, and the shot is ruthless, it is definitely not something I can provoke."

Leaving a sentence, the disciple of the Tibetan Sword Palace, who was called Brother Shen, turned around and left regardless of his serious injuries.

This scene also frightened the others, and they all hurriedly unfolded their movements and fled into the distance.

Yang Xuan didn't pursue them either, this was only a small deterrent, and he didn't really want to kill these people, so he got into trouble for nothing.