Chapter 1736 Little Dragon King Long Xuan

As the words of Patriarch Jin Peng came out, all the demon cultivators were looking forward to watching the show.

Their hostility towards the human race has long been deeply rooted. Although the Tianhun Sect has been quite prestigious in the demon domain in recent years, it cannot change their views on the human race.

Especially the group of Tianxuan Mountain, the seven demon cultivators lost four, which greatly reduced the strength of the demon race and aggravated the hatred of the demon race towards the human race.

Ye Chunyang frowned, not expecting that the demon race would have such great hostility towards the human race.

He could not help but turn his eyes to the elder of the Tianhun Sect who was in the late stage of the out-of-body state. He saw that the other party had a calm expression and said, "Patriarch Jin Peng is wrong. Our Tianhun Sect is established in the demon domain, but we only hope to coexist peacefully with all the fellow Taoists of the demon race. This time I came here to show my goodwill on behalf of the great elder of our sect."

"You are good at talking." Patriarch Jin Peng said lightly.

He leaned over and glanced at Mu Kui, chuckled, "Speaking of which, I have met your Tianhun Sect's Grand Elder Dao Ling Zhenren several times. It is said that he has cultivated his soul to the late stage of the spirit separation realm. Such a soul realm has not been reached in tens of thousands of years."

"What the ancestor said is right. Grand Elder Dao Ling has indeed advanced to the late stage of the spirit separation realm, and is now in seclusion to comprehend the thunder tribulation." Mu Kui laughed.

A sound of gasps suddenly sounded in the field.

"Late stage of the spirit separation! Has the Grand Elder of the Tianhun Sect reached such a realm?"

"This is comparable to the perfection of the cave heaven realm. Since the soul cultivation has become increasingly rare, no one has achieved this level of soul cultivation for tens of thousands of years."

"Dao Ling is indeed a genius of ancient soul cultivation, and he is now comprehending the thunder tribulation, which means that he has reached perfection in the late stage of the spirit separation realm. If he can go one step further and comprehend the secrets of heaven, I am afraid he will be the only strong man in the past tens of thousands of years to ascend to the spirit world with his soul."

"..."

Everyone was amazed.

The cultivation of soul arts is many times more difficult than that of magic cultivation. Although soul cultivators have weak magic power, once their souls become strong, magic cultivators of the same level will also be wary.

How can it not be shocking that the great elder of the Heavenly Soul Sect, "Master Daoling", can reach such a realm?

"Comprehension of the thunder tribulation..." After Mu Kui's words fell, the old ancestor Jin Peng narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, but soon returned to his usual smile and said: "Brother Daoling is indeed a dragon among men. Now he has come to this step. I am really happy for him. However, it is said that soul cultivators advancing to the thunder tribulation period are very dangerous. If you are not careful, your body and soul will be destroyed. Brother Daoling should be careful."

"I will definitely convey the old ancestor's concern to the great elder Daoling. It is said that the great elder has always remembered the friendship with the old ancestor, so he sent me to celebrate his birthday and pay a small gift." Mu Kui said.

The old ancestor Jin Peng neither asked anyone to accept the gift nor spoke.

The demon cultivators were a little surprised and doubtful, and the atmosphere in the field became very weird.

They could all see that at first, Patriarch Jinpeng wanted to give Mukui a warning and try to find out the details of the Heavenly Soul Sect, but he was resolved by Mukui's words.

Moreover, Mukui himself was a soul cultivation master in the middle stage of the Spirit Severing Realm. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and his words were flawless, which made it difficult for Patriarch Jinpeng to continue to oppress him, otherwise he would be labeled as narrow-minded.

Mukui brought up Dao Ling, the great Buddha. Although Patriarch Jinpeng was a perfect cultivator in the Cave Heaven Realm, he had not been promoted for a long time and was not yet able to compete with a soul cultivator who was about to advance to the Thunder Tribulation Realm.

A soul cultivator in the Thunder Tribulation Realm was equivalent to a cultivator in the Earthly Immortal Realm, and was almost a half-immortal.

"Okay."

After a long time, Patriarch Jinpeng laughed loudly, waved his sleeves, and said, "Come on, take the gift and take a seat!"

The disciples of the Jinpeng clan did not dare to neglect it and hurriedly followed his instructions.

Mukui handed over the gift and walked to the seat with his disciples with a smile.

His seat was actually side by side with Master Tianyun.

As a fellow human cultivator, Mu Kui looked at Master Tianyun in surprise. Seeing the other party's perfect cultivation aura in the Cave Heaven Realm, he smiled and bowed.

Master Tianyun glanced at him, then retracted his gaze and ignored Mu Kui.

Mu Kui didn't care and sat down.

The eyes of the demon cultivators flickered. Only the truly high-level people could sit in that position. It was unexpected that the Tianhun Sect was valued so much by the Jinpeng Patriarch.

But when they thought of the Taoist Master Dao Ling who was about to advance to the Thunder Tribulation Stage, everyone was trembling. Some people who still had doubts in their hearts finally understood why the Tianhun Sect could stand in the demon domain for so many years.

Moreover, Mu Kui was eloquent and showed no fear in the face of the oppression of the Jinpeng Patriarch, which showed that the Tianhun Sect had sufficient foundation.

A little dark light flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes.

This was the first time he heard about the soul cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage. Even if what Mu Kui said might not be completely believed, it was certain that the Tianhun Sect must have a soul technique that could advance from the late Out-of-Body Stage to the Spirit Severing Stage.

It seemed that his trip was not in vain.

"Long Xuan of the Demonic Dragon Clan, with my second brother Long Ting and three elders of the clan, come to pay respects to Senior Jin Peng!"

Just as everyone had quieted down, a clear voice sounded outside the hall.

Auspicious clouds floated in the sky, and several figures descended from midair. The leader was a tall and imposing young man, holding a delicate jade box several inches long in his hand, followed by a handsome man supported by a servant, and three other old men with a strong aura.

The group of people had horns on their heads, and they were majestic. They walked into the arena with dragon-like steps and tiger-like steps, and bowed slightly to the ancestor Jin Peng.

"Junior greets Senior Jin Peng. Following my father's order, I specially present a gift to Senior and wish Senior a long life and a great increase in cultivation." Long Xuan said.

"Haha." Patriarch Jin Peng was very pleased with this, and he raised his head and laughed, "So it's Long Xuan's nephew. I haven't seen your father for a long time. I didn't expect that he still remembered me."

"Senior Jin Peng is too modest. Although my father has lived in the Holy Land of Demonic Dragon for a long time, he has admired Senior Jin Peng for a long time. Today, I specially sent this junior to celebrate his birthday to show my respect." Long Xuan said.

"Very good, very good." Patriarch Jin Peng laughed loudly, which was very different from his attitude towards the Tianhun Sect just now.

The demon cultivators looked at the imposing man, and their expressions changed slightly.

"He is the little dragon king Long Xuan of the demon dragon clan?" Someone whispered. Even if they didn't recognize this little dragon king, many people recognized Long Ting, who was like a useless person with his hands and feet cut.

At this time, under the powerful aura of the perfect golden elixir realm of the little dragon king Long Xuan, everyone felt a sense of suffocation.

"It is said that the little dragon king Long Xuan has already touched the threshold of the cave heaven realm. He looks very young, right? He has achieved such an achievement. I am afraid that there are not many people in the demon clan who can match him, right?" A demon cultivator who was close to Long Xuan had his eyes blank. His cultivation was not low. He was a master who had achieved a minor success in the golden elixir realm. Under the powerful brilliance of Long Xuan, he still looked extremely small.

Many elders did not dare to be arrogant in front of Long Xuan. They could only look up at his back.

From the attitude of Jin Peng Patriarch towards Long Xuan, it can be seen how extraordinary he is.

"Nephew, please take a seat. I will talk to you later." Jin Peng Patriarch waved his hand.

"Thank you, senior." Long Xuan bowed.

But he did not take a seat. Instead, he smiled and looked around the field.

"Why, nephew, what's the matter?" Jin Peng Patriarch saw Long Xuan's move and asked with some displeasure.

"Please forgive me, Senior Jin Peng. I didn't mean to offend you, but I have some small things to deal with today. I will toast you after I finish my business." Long Xuan said.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Old Ancestor Jin Peng frowned.

If an ordinary young man spoke to him like this, one can imagine what the outcome would be, but he is Long Xuan, the little dragon king of the demon dragon clan. Old Ancestor Jin Peng doesn't care about the monk's face or the Buddha's face.

Long Xuan didn't say anything, his eyes continued to scan, and then he seemed to lock on a certain target and walked over.

The whole banquet hall suddenly became very quiet, and none of the demon cultivators made a sound. The musicians who were playing music and the dancers who were dancing couldn't help but stop and look at the tall and mighty figure. There was only his low footsteps like bells and drums in the hall.

In the direction he was walking, the crowd took the initiative to separate a road, and then a seat was clearly visible, where a young man and two women were sitting.

The young man was dressed in black clothes and had a handsome face. The two women beside him were beautiful and graceful.

"Someone is going to be miserable."

Some demon cultivators were whispering, looking at the black-clothed young man with a gloating expression.

"He dared to pick Long Ting's tendons, how could the little dragon king let him go?"

"But the little dragon king is very domineering. He took people directly at the birthday banquet of the Jinpeng Patriarch. I'm afraid only he has such a fierce style."

"..."

Seeing this scene, how could everyone not understand what Long Xuan wanted to do.

Little Dragon King Long Xuan!

This name had been vaguely spread among the crowd two days ago. At that time, all the demon cultivators seemed to have foreseen someone's fate. Now I'm afraid it will come true.

How Long Ting was abolished two days ago, most people saw it clearly, how could Long Xuan let Ye Chunyang go?

"Brother, you must cut him into pieces!" Long Ting saw Ye Chunyang sitting there, gnashed his teeth, and roared with resentment on his face.

Long Xuan didn't look at him, and walked straight to Ye Chunyang's seat.

He looked at Ye Chunyang with sharp eyes for a while and said, "It was you who crippled my brother's limbs?"

The place was quiet, with only Long Xuan's voice echoing.

The old man Jin Peng also looked here, his eyes flashed with strangeness, but he had no intention of stopping.

Ye Chunyang sat calmly, while Ye Yao and Lin Yu beside him were a little solemn.

Ye Yao was fine, she knew Ye Chunyang's strength and was not very worried, but Lin Yu's heart trembled slightly under the pressure of Long Xuan's breath, and she was full of worry about Ye Chunyang.

"Yes."

After a long time, Ye Chunyang replied.

"Dare to do and admit it, very good." Long Xuan nodded, bowed slightly, and said, "I will only say this once, you can choose to kneel down and apologize to my brother and let him cut your tendons, or let me do it, imprison you and bring you back to the demon dragon clan to torture slowly."

The banquet hall fell into silence again.

In an instant, everyone looked at the black-clothed young man. They really wanted to know, facing the powerful Long Xuan, what choice would he make?