After a burst of severe pain that seemed to tear his head apart, Ye Xuan finally woke up from his coma.
He felt only darkness. He immediately wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids had no sense at all and were not obeying the command at all.
This time, Ye Xuan was surprised and realized that he seemed to be lying down. He immediately wanted to turn over and sit up, but he could not move his body either.
Ye Xuan's heart sank, he barely endured the headache, gathered the remaining mental power in his divine palace, and hurriedly looked inside his body.
This sight made him smile bitterly.
Now he is not only severely lacking in essence and blood, but also lacks a drop of Qi Sea Holy Power.
The cause of the tearing pain in the head is caused by the exhaustion of spiritual thoughts.
"This is too exaggerated!" Ye Xuan was shocked.
The current situation was obviously caused by the sword he slashed with all his strength in the starry sky passage.
Thinking of the shocking scene where he swung the black sword, Ye Xuan's heart was filled with uncertainty, and he was secretly lucky!
The power of that sword was like the color of the starry sky. Although the cost of the sword was extremely high, it also saved his life.
"Looking back now, the sword strike with the black sword seems to have only shown a little of the sky-cutting swordsmanship, but it seems that I have already started..."
"Well, the main thing is the black sword. The power it produces is obviously related to the absorbed holy power and divine thoughts, and even to the blood essence and blood lost previously."
Ye Xuan murmured in his heart.
Now that he knew the dire condition of his body, Ye Xuan felt much less panic.
No matter the essence, blood or holy power, the damage is not fatal. As long as you rest, you can recover as before.
It seemed quiet everywhere. He could be here safely. At least he should be out of danger.
Although he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't let his thoughts out, he could still tell from the sound of the breeze in his ears that he was out of the starry sky.
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Half a day later.
Ye Xuan's eyelids twitched and he reluctantly opened his eyes a thin slit.
A lavender sky suddenly came into view.
The purple sky is the same as the sky of the demon world recorded in historical records.
"It seems that I have been transported to the demon world."
Ye Xuan let out a breath and finally felt relieved.
After another half day, Ye Xuan could twist his neck and turn left and right to see clearly where he was.
It is an infinite barren land!
Full of desolation and ancient feeling.
"Devil World, I'm here." Ye Xuan said with a smile on his face.
But then, he bared his teeth and cracked his mouth. Only then did he realize that the meridians all over his body were also slightly broken.
This was something he had never experienced since entering the Holy Realm.
That sword was too costly, and it was really no joke.
"If it were anyone else, the consequences of this sword might be irreversible, but fortunately I have the Samsara Martial Spirit and the Ancient Devouring Technique!"
Thinking to himself, Ye Xuan is still lying quietly on the wasteland.
This time, it was another day, and Ye Xuan's body seemed to have regained some strength.
Ye Xuan's face suddenly showed a happy look. But before his smile could fully appear, it suddenly solidified.
I saw a convoy appearing on the ground in the distance.
Ye Xuan frowned slightly, but unfortunately, except for his head, he could not move anywhere else in his body.
After a stick of incense, there was a roar, the noise of animal hooves and the movement of vehicles.
The convoy is very close.
With a low roar, several knights riding a kind of monster beast arrived near Ye Xuan, stopped not far away, and looked at Ye Xuan on the ground with extremely cold eyes.
Ye Xuan glanced at these "people".
I saw them, men and women of different heights, each holding a gleaming black javelin, throwing weapons such as throwing forks.
Among them, the man's bare upper body is exposed, and the woman's tight-fitting short-sleeved leather jacket exudes a strong aura.
But what attracted Ye Xuan's attention even more was that these people all had purple-black magic lines on their faces.
There are many and there are few, some have only one, and many have four.
The monsters under them were giant blue wolf-like monsters, but with a shiny black right angle on their heads, they were three feet tall and looked extremely ferocious.
Ye Xuan looked at these 'people' at the same time.
One of them, a middle-aged man with four demonic lines on his face, said, "Without demonic blood, this is the lowest level slave."
Another short man with three magic lines on his face chuckled and said playfully, "Haha, I'm lucky today. I picked up a cheap slave, and I can add another strong man to our coffin-dragging team."
Ye Xuan was able to understand all these people's languages, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Turning to look at the back of the motorcade, I saw a group of skinny figures dragging heavy black iron coffins on the ground.
"It seems to me that he is injured and can't move. There is no energy fluctuation in his body. Can he still drag the coffin?" A woman with two lines said again.
"Let him be raised for two days first. If he is still like this and cannot carry the coffin, then sell him to the chamber of commerce of the demon clan adults. The one with fine skin and tender flesh should be worth two broken crystals."
The middle-aged man said, took out a silver chain and pulled it towards Ye Xuan.
If it were normal times, Ye Xuan could kill a large area of these half-humans who were not even in the holy realm with one palm.
Yes, they can be considered half-human, but they also have a meager bloodline of demons in their bodies.
Ye Xuan was angry in his heart. Although he also had demon blood in his body, he always believed that he was still a human race. However, these guys actually made no secret of their discrimination against pure humans without demon blood in their words.
It seems they have been brainwashed.
But now he couldn't move his body and could only let the silver chain pull around him and roll up his body.
"Huh? You were whipped by me and you didn't even grunt?" The big man with four magic patterns rolled up Ye Xuan and threw him into the beast carriage frame behind him, saying with a strange expression.
"Whatever, this guy hasn't even awakened a single magic mark. He obviously can't practice the demon skills of the demon clan. He has forged his own body. His body should only be stronger. This is better. If he recovers a little, he should be able to pull it off.