The blood-colored face did not hand over the treasure he mentioned.
Ye Qing frowned: "Where is the thing? Do you dare to disobey my orders?"
Ye Qing was very angry. Although he didn't know what the thing was, he had to be angry and maintain the majesty of a strong man.
The blood-colored human face, which was originally respectful, suddenly changed.
"You are not the master!"
The blood-colored human face became ferocious, and a bloodthirsty murderous intent was released.
Ye Qing thought it was not good, and she didn't know how she exposed it!
It shouldn't be!
As the master, isn’t it normal to order him to hand over something?
Ye Qing thought there was no flaw. When he communicated with the blood-colored human face, he did not even send a voice to the demon spirit of the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower to avoid being noticed by the other party.
"Who are you and why are you pretending to be your master?"
The blood-colored human face was furious, and two blood-colored palms bombarded, destroying and destroying each other, with an extremely powerful force.
Ye Qing stepped back, but his face remained calm: "Who will give you the courage to take action against me?"
"You are still pretending, you are not the master at all! He will take away the things left by the master himself, instead of asking me to hand over them!"
The blood-colored face was in anger, and a pair of blood-colored palms swept across, destroying and destroying, Ye Qing was forced to retreat repeatedly.
Ye Qing couldn't grasp the specific combat power of the blood-colored palm.
It may have reached the level of a top divine emperor, or even comparable to a divine emperor.
In the blood pool, the strength that the blood-colored human face can exert should have gains.
Ye Qing's face was solemn, and he communicated with the demon spirit in the Tower of All Worlds.
"How is your injury? Maybe come out to help me?" Ye Qing sent a voice.
Ye Qing didn't think about Zixuan's side. With her strength, she was definitely not a match for the blood-colored human face.
Only the demon spirit in the realm of the God Emperor can compete with it.
"The injury has not recovered yet, and his strength has been greatly reduced. He can only exert 50% of his combat power."
The Demon Spirit answered honestly.
"However, I am willing to fight for my master." The Demon Spirit expressed his loyalty at the right time.
"Come out."
Ye Qing opened the gate of the Tower of Ten Thousand Worlds, and in an instant, a dark figure rushed out, emitting a terrifying aura.
The Demon Spirit took action strongly, which scared the blood-colored face.
On the body of the demon spirit, the blood-colored human face sensed a breath of ancient times.
"Ancient powerful man? I don't have any impression of you. Who are you?" said a blood-colored human face.
"You are not qualified to know who I am."
The Demon Spirit has a wave of costumes. As an ancient powerful man, he can bow down in front of Ye Qing.
But, in front of outsiders, he must maintain his last dignity.
"You seem to be very weak, and you dare to be arrogant in such a state!"
The blood-colored human face sneered, and the blood-colored eyes were full of murderous intent.
The next moment, the bloody palm came across the sky, and the blood light was overwhelming, and the entire blood pool was in riot.
A blood-colored palm print directly bombarded the demon spirit with a destructive aura.
The demon spirit let out a sharp whistle, and half of his body was beaten away.
Not far away, Ye Qing's mouth twitched violently.
The demon spirit is so majestic when it comes out, and now it is so bad.
Ye Qing thought that the Demon Spirit could at least help delay for a while.
But the Demon Spirit did not do it.
If the Demon Spirit is still loyal, Ye Qing will not pursue it.
Ye Qing thought and took in the seriously injured demon spirit.
Now, the Demon Spirit probably needs a longer rest time. Ye Qing will not even want the Demon Spirit to take action within a period of time in the future.
"Say, who are you?"
The bloody palm grabbed it, and Ye Qing lost the ability to resist.
In the blood pool, Ye Qing had to fight against the powerful devouring power. He felt extremely uncomfortable and could not deal with the enemy with all his strength.
"I am your father."
Ye Qing swears directly, too lazy to be too lazy to be too rude to have a blood-colored face.
Ye Qing didn't believe it anymore. Can the creatures in the blood pool really destroy his body?
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, in Ye Qing's Ten Thousand Worlds Tower, the Shura Blood Sword made a sound of sword, as if it was sensing the blood from the outside world.
Shura Blood Sword can be strengthened and upgraded by devouring essence and blood.
In the Blood Cloud Cave, Ye Qing cannot use the Shura Blood Sword because the Blood Cloud Cave has powerful rules and Ye Qing is not allowed to use it.
But now, the situation seems different.
A flash of inspiration in Ye Qing's mind, inside the blood pool, the rules and restrictions were weakened a lot.
With the power of the Shura Blood Sword, it may be used in the blood pool.
Moreover, the blood pool is the breeding ground for the Shura Blood Sword, which can absorb the blood in it and enhance the time of the Shura Blood Sword.
Thinking of this, Ye Qing sacrificed the Shura Blood Sword.
A strange blood-colored sword light rushed out.
The moment the Shura Blood Sword appeared, the blood-colored human face changed drastically, and the blood-colored palms that were holding Ye Qing were trembling.
"The master's sword is the master's sword!"
The blood-colored face was horrified, and then there was an expression of extreme sadness on his face, followed by fear and awe.
"You are the successor chosen by the master. No wonder, no wonder you have the master's breath, which makes me mistakenly think that you are the master."
The blood-colored face let go of his palms and his attitude towards Ye Qing immediately changed.
I was so murderous that I was just now that I became respectful in an instant.
Ye Qing was confused by the blood-colored face.
"What are you talking about?" Ye Qing frowned.
"Master, are you really not here?"
The blood-colored face was emotionally lost, and a black tears fell in his eyes.
"He is crying just a human face?" Ye Qing complained in his heart, but he became more and more curious about the owner in the blood-colored face.
He mistakenly thought that I was his master, and the basis for his judgment was the breath of the Shura Blood Sword?
In other words, the previous master of Shura Blood Sword was the master of the blood-colored human face!
Ye Qing had sorted it out clearly. Judging from the blood-colored face, he probably wouldn't attack him again.
However, Ye Qing remained vigilant in his heart.
"Who are you, and what's going on with this blood pool?" Ye Qing asked.
"Forget it."
The blood-colored face sighed, and the eyes lost their spirits, as if faith had collapsed.
The master he was waiting for did not come.
But, the Demon Sword is here!
"Master, I may know his identity."
Ye Qing was thinking when he suddenly heard the voice transmission of the demon spirit.
"Good guy, are you not dead yet?" Ye Qing complained.
"Master, if what I expected is, the person who has to wait for this blood-colored human face is the supreme emperor of the Demon World!"
The Demon Spirit said in a voice transmission.
A flash of light flashed in Ye Qing's eyes. The Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm, and his sword was the Demon Sword, which made it understandable.
"Since this blood-colored human face has a connection with the Supreme of the Demon Realm, why don't you recognize it?" Ye Qing asked.
The Demon Spirit and the Supreme of the Demon Realm are both ancient giants, and they are all related to the demon race. Ye Qing naturally believes that they know each other.