The Most Powerful Young Man

Carrying thousands of mountains and rivers on their backs, they travel long distances and travel thousands of miles.

For Xu Kuangge, it is still nothing.

But with the affection of a woman on his back, he will feel that he must be careful with every step he takes.

Whether in the Lingwu world, or here.

After all, there are not many people who are full of hope for themselves.

It is precisely because of this that I have to walk freely, confidently, and openly.

Only the girl's hopes were fulfilled.

The immortal world is the same.

Get out of the long and narrow cave.

Painting Fan followed Xu Kuangge and said nothing.

From the beginning, Qinglong didn't come out and say a word.

It seems that Qinglong is no longer in the deep pool.

Fortunately, Xu Kuangge can still feel its breath.

It didn't come out, and Xu Kuangge didn't look for it.

As if tacitly. Just don't know why, along the way, Xu Kuangge feels his footsteps are a bit heavy.

"Do you really want to go to the fairy world?" said the painting fan sitting on the donkey suddenly.

Xu Kuangge turned his head, glanced at her, nodded, and said with a smile: "Yes."

"Why?" Painted fan suddenly jumped off the donkey, "Actually, I still don't understand, although no matter what you do, I will believe you."

Xu Kuangge stretched out his hand and stroked the hair on the donkey.

He has done this action many times. He would do it every time when he was in a bad mood, or when he missed painting a fan too much.

It seems that as long as he does this, his mood will be slightly calmer.

Painting Fan didn't rush to urge, but quietly looked at his man.

After a while, Xu Kuangge turned his face, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Why don't we eat donkey meat?"

The donkey named "Daoli" peeed at that time.

Why are you talking about you? Lao Tzu slapped his hoof?

It's my shit!

are you crazy!

The painting fan was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you going to tell me?" Painted Fan asked.

"Let's go and stay for a while, and wait until you think it's not fun anymore, let's go again, how about?" Xu Kuangge asked.

"..." Painted fan thought for a moment, then nodded gently, "Okay."

Xu Kuangge was relieved.

Painting a fan without talking, looking at him is simply a torment for him.

He didn't even dare to touch his woman's gaze.

He fears……

Afraid that Huafan looked at him with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Even a trace would make him feel unacceptable.

The girl carried the skirt and rode on the donkey.

The heroic sword god, holding the donkey, walked forward step by step.

Get out of the Sword God Mountain.

Walk into the star gate.

"Next, we can take a good look at the sky full of stars." Xu Kuangge walked in front and said with a smile.

Before Xu Kuangge was riding a donkey, the donkey would be unhappy from time to time, and wanted to shake Xu Kuangge down to signal that he was tired.

But for so long, until now, it dare not say a word.

It seems to know that if it dares to shovel its hoofs at this time, it may really become a pot of fragrant donkey meat...

Therefore, in order to live well, it felt that it had to give the sword **** a little face.

"In the world of immortality, I made a place. It looks really nice. It's a bamboo house. It's warm in winter and cool in summer." Xu Kuangge gushed.

After working all the time, painting the fan just listens quietly, with a smile on his face.

The star road is long.

When he came, Xu Kuangge felt that he seemed to have been away for decades.

But now, when he walked out of the star road, he suddenly felt that it seemed to be a matter of an instant.

Walking out of that door, the mountains and rivers are beautiful in front of you.

"It's pretty here, right?" Xu Kuangge said.

Huafan nodded: "It's pretty."

"We will live here in the future, okay?" Xu Kuangge asked, "Here, no one will hurt us. A powerful guy promised me before, and it will give you a long life."

"Xu Kuangge." Painting Fan suddenly reduced his smile.

The smile on Xu Kuangge's face stiffened, and he was stunned.

"Are you afraid of death?" Hua Fan asked.

The tone seemed to be a bit coercive.

Xu Kuangge thought for a while, and shook his head: "I'm not afraid, afraid of death, what kind of immortal cultivator is there? To be really afraid of death, I am just afraid that after death, no one will protect you and take care of you."

Painting Fan nodded lightly, stretched out his hand, and hugged him.

"Actually, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that Xu Kuangge, who is with me, will not live like a handsome white sword fairy." The painting fan leaned in his ear and said softly, "There will be no other day. Right?"

"No..." Xu Kuangge said seriously.

"Well, let's keep going."

They walked forward with a donkey...

Devildom.

Fourteen floors.

Here, it was originally the territory of the Samsara Demon Lord.

But now, the Samsara Demon Lord is dead, and the fourteenth floor of the Hongmeng Tree was naturally divided by other Demon Lords.

What's interesting is that there is also a place for Xiao Yao here.

Several demon races, together with hundreds of demon races, all demon soldiers and demon generals, these are Xiao Yao's subsidiary powers.

After all, the demon of reincarnation died in Xiao Yao's hands, so when the cake is divided, Xiao Yao should have a copy.

There is nothing wrong with this, even those conservatives dare not make any comments on this issue.

In addition, the demon king of the main battle faction now has a very good attitude towards Xiao Yao.

After all, Samsara Demon Lord was originally the most difficult one of the hostile forces. It was not a simple matter to kill Samsara Demon Lord, Xiao Yao did it.

They had a good attitude towards Xiao Yao, not because Xiao Yao helped them solve the difficult opponents of the hostile forces.

It was because Xiao Yao used his strength to convince them.

How many of these demon kings dare to say that they can kill the reincarnation demon king?

When many demon monarchs were preparing for the Demon Clan World Master, Xiao Yao was not idle.

Demon Harmony Tree, seventh floor.

A demon king died under the sword of Xiao Yao Chunqiu.

Hongmeng Tree, sixteenth floor, two demon kings, one died in the sea of ​​resentment, the other died in the fire.

The killing continues.

Xiao Yao killed eight demon kings one after another, and the remaining demon kings finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

They formed a group to defend that terrible opponent together.

These demon monarchs finally realized that Xiao Yao was planning to kill them all.

However, the way the other party killed the demons made them unable to find reason.

They are always one-on-one, and they play fairly.

More than wins less.

What can they do?

Realizing that it was impossible to continue to kill, Xiao Yao didn't force it, let alone take risks, to fight against the crowd.

Anyway, killing eight demon kings who wanted to kill him in a row was enough for Xiao Yao.

Those conservative demon kings now look at Xiao Yao's eyes, full of jealousy.

In their eyes, Xiao Yao is more like a demon than them.

This is the real monster!

Even those demon masters of the main battle faction are a little bit unable to stand it.

They are really afraid that if Xiao Yao kills like this, he will kill all the conservative demon kings...

After seeing Xiao Yao decide to stop, all the Demon Lords of the Demon Race were relieved.

"The canonization of the World Master of the Demon Race will begin in three days." In the palace of the Blood Mist Demon Lord, Xiao Yao sat on a chair, and behind him stood the little white demon dragon.

On the rest of the chairs, the demon kings of the main battle sect were sitting.

As far as the current situation is concerned, they are on the same front as Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao nodded and asked, "Are there any questions?"

"At that time, there will be a demon master coming over," said the blood mist demon lord, "actually, we did not expect this before, probably because the demon master also realized that the demon clan learning martial arts is a very trivial thing. ."

Xiao Yao frowned.

Demon...

That is even more terrifying than the immortal emperor's existence.

With his current strength, if he really meets the devil who is plotting against him, it is estimated that a hundred deaths will not be enough.

However, Xiao Yao felt that the Demon God of the Demon Realm should have no malice towards him.

He killed eight demon monarchs in succession, and the demon **** did not come forward.

This is definitely a good thing for Xiao Yao.

"Which Demon God is it?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Master Float Demon God," said the Blood Mist Demon Lord, "You have to be polite at that time, don't treat us as if..."

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "What you said, I am not stunned."

The Blood Mist Demon wanted to vomit.

If you are not stunned, the Demon Race is not stunned...

"As for the martial arts you mentioned before, one is Nirvana Fist, and the other is Thunder Palm. Other than that, is there nothing else?" asked the Blood Mist Demon Lord.

Xiao Yao glanced at him and said, "Are you not satisfied? Then wait until all the demons have learned these two tricks, then tell me."

The Blood Mist Demon sighed.

He knew that Xiao Yao would hide privately, but he didn't expect this guy to be so picky.

He has mastered Nirvana Fist, which means that all demons can learn it next.

After all, he would not hide privately to the demons.

Therefore, this can only be regarded as Xiao Yao's use of martial arts.

For them, nature is far from enough.

Even an ordinary immortal clan has more than one or two martial skills, right?

Firebird Demon Lord suddenly asked seriously: "Do you think we can practice swords for our demons?"

Xiao Yao uses a sword.

That Xu Kuangge also used a sword.

Jian Xiu had always been very powerful, and they had known this before.

Xiao Yao thought for a while and said, "You can try, but I can't guarantee it."

In fact, the Firebird Demon Lord just said casually before, but he did not expect Xiao Yao to actually agree to it. He was ecstatic and nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will pick some demons out and let you teach them yourself. !"

Xiao Yao nodded, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Suddenly, Xiao Yao opened his eyes and his face was ugly.

A sense of oppression enveloped the whole body.

The true dragon and true armor emerged subconsciously.

He turned his face and looked at the palace gate.

The wind swept across.

All the demon kings stood up subconsciously.

"Yes... Lord Demon God is here!" said the Blood Mist Demon Lord.

Xiao Yao resisted the qi and blood surge in his body and slowly stood up.

"Welcome the Lord Demon God!"

Xiao Yao followed and shouted.

"Welcome Lord Demon God!"