Peerless Divine Emperor

In the far north of the Demon Realm, the land is barren and rarely visited.

In a void, many powerful figures are flying around, all of them exuding an extremely powerful demonic aura. Only a young man in white seems out of place among them. He is in high spirits, and his clothes are fluttering, like a banished immortal.

This group of figures are the powerful people of the Demon Saint Mountain, and the young man in white is naturally Qin Xuan.

"The Demon Saint Mountain is in the Demon Realm?" Qin Xuan asked, looking at the Heavenly War Demon Lord beside him, with a strange light in his eyes. No wonder it disappeared without a trace, and almost no one set foot here.

"Qin Sheng will know when he arrives." The Heavenly War Demon Lord said lightly, and his tone changed a little from before, no longer so respectful, as if he was just talking to an ordinary person.

Qin Xuan naturally heard the change in the attitude of the Heavenly War Demon Lord, but did not say anything.

Before, he was surrounded by powerful people, and the Heavenly War Demon Lord could only lower his posture to protect himself. Now that there is no powerful person to protect him, facing a second-level saint, the Heavenly War Demon Lord naturally has no need to be humble.

However, the Heavenly War Demon Lord did not dare to be too presumptuous. After all, the power behind Qin Xuan was extremely terrifying. If he really did something to him, no one could predict what would happen.

Except for the Demon Lord, no one could touch Qin Xuan.

Lingyin glanced at Qin Xuan, and there was no ripple in her eyes, but some thoughts came to her mind.

She still hasn't forgotten the conversation with Qin Xuan that day, as if it had left a mark in her mind.

Who is she, what is her origin, and what is her relationship with the Demon Lord?

She had never thought about these issues before, and only knew to do one thing, that is, to obey the orders of the Demon Lord.

As a witch of the Demon Saint Mountain, she should not be bewitched by the words of the enemy. However, she is a complete person after all, with independent self-thinking. Those words deeply touched her heart, and she could not help thinking about those doubts.

However, she concealed it very well, and everything behaved as usual. No one knew the real thoughts in her heart.

They didn't know how long they had been flying, nor did they know where they were. Below was an endless desert. Under the sweeping wind, the sand and dust were all over the sky, and it was about to cover the sight in front.

At a certain moment, the Tianzhan Demon Lord in the front finally stopped, staring at the space in front, and uttered a voice: "Here."

Qin Xuan also looked forward, but did not see any scene. A puzzled look suddenly appeared on his face, and he asked Tianzhan Demon Lord: "Where is it?"

"Wait a moment." Tianzhan Demon Lord responded, his eyes still looking forward.

So Qin Xuan didn't say much, and waited patiently. He wanted to see what would happen next.

After a moment, dark clouds appeared above the sky, covering the sun and blocking the sun's radiance. The originally clear sky turned into a pitch-black night in an instant.

Seeing the changes in front of him, Qin Xuan's pupils shrank involuntarily. He stared at the dark clouds above, and a thought came to his mind. Could it be that the Demon Saint Mountain was hidden outside this world?

How powerful is the power of the saint's thoughts? Even at a very long distance, Qin Xuan could feel how terrifying the power contained in the dark clouds was. If an ordinary low-level saint stepped into it, he would definitely die.

The dark clouds covered the sun, and this world seemed to have turned into a world of magic. The demonic will was overwhelming, suppressing everything. There was a faint roar in the void that made people feel palpitating, like the roar of a demon god.

None of the people present were weak, they were all strong saints. There was no discomfort in this world of magic, and they even felt very friendly. This was their home court.

The same is true for Qin Xuan. He has also cultivated the power of the magic path, and even the fifth soul is a magic eye. The power of the magic path will not have any negative impact on him.

Tianzhan Demon Lord glanced at Qin Xuan and saw that he looked calm and composed. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Let's go." Tianzhan Demon Lord said lightly, and then he stepped forward, a thousand miles in an instant, and went directly to the magic cloud in the sky. Then Lingyin and other strong men also walked out.

Qin Xuan did not hesitate and also walked towards the sky. Since he came here, there is naturally no way to retreat.

When Qin Xuan and others arrived in the magic cloud, they saw a dark door in front of them. The door was open, and an extremely terrifying magic breath permeated from it.

Tianzhan Demon Lord took the lead in stepping into the magic door, and his figure immediately disappeared. Qin Xuan, who was behind, saw this scene and his eyes flickered. It seems that the world connected to the magic door is the real Demon Saint Mountain.

The Magic Saint Mountain, like the Xia Wang Realm, Penglai Island and Ye Tian Clan, is a hidden space that cannot be sensed even with soul power unless it is opened from the inside.

Thinking of this, Qin Xuan couldn't help but sigh that the star deduction technique of the old man Tianji was so powerful. Even if it was a hidden space, he could search for the other party's position through blood. This ability was amazing.

Then Qin Xuan continued to move forward and walked towards the magic door.

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The towering mountain stood between heaven and earth. What was unusual was that this mountain was not connected to the earth, but was suspended in the air. Wisps of dark light flowed on the surface of the mountain, as if it contained endless dark power, which made people feel inexplicably fearful after seeing it.

On the top of the mountain, an extremely majestic Demon Palace stood there. There were powerful figures standing around the Demon Palace, all wearing dark robes, with sharp eyes and unfathomable aura, as if they were Shuras from hell, cutting off all emotions.

At the top of the Demon Palace, there were two figures standing together, a young man and a middle-aged man.

The young man was wearing a black robe, his left hand was slightly clenched, and his right hand was behind his back. His eyes were as dark as the abyss, and there was no breath emanating from his body, as if he was an ordinary person without cultivation.

However, even without any breath, he naturally revealed the aura of a superior, which was awe-inspiring without anger, and people dared not blaspheme.

The middle-aged man stood behind the young man, looking very quiet, and his eyes seemed to reveal a bit of respect, as if he was in awe of the young man in front of him.

At a certain moment, the middle-aged man seemed to sense something, and a trace of magic flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "They are coming in."

"Yes." The young man nodded slightly, and said lightly with his back to the middle-aged man: "Go, just do what I told you before."

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man bowed and replied, then turned and left, naturally to carry out the order given by the young man.

The young man looked in the distance, and a touch of melancholy suddenly appeared on his face. After so many years, are we finally going to meet again?

If the middle-aged man just now saw this scene, he would definitely be very surprised in his heart. The Demon Lord, who has always been serious, would have such an expression!