In fact, even if Ye Xuan remained motionless, these humans with some low-level demonic blood would not be able to hurt him at all.
Even if Ye Xuan hadn't deliberately restrained his origin, with the weight of his Saint King Realm origin, these people wouldn't even be able to lift his body.
When he first arrived in the Demon Realm, Ye Xuan was not familiar with it at all. Although he did not take these guys who had not even reached the Holy Realm into his eyes, he still needed to hide his identity so that the real strong Demon Clan would not discover them and inquire about the information.
After Ye Xuan was rolled into the beast carriage, the knights ignored him and the convoy moved forward again.
Ye Xuan was a little confused. The number of magic marks on these people was different, and their locations were also different. However, after his transformation, he had two magic marks on his face, one symmetrical on the left and right.
"Looking at the appearance of these people, it is obvious that the more magic marks they have, the higher their status. It's strange, I have also swallowed a lot of magic blood, but am I not as good as them?" Ye Xuan thought to himself.
He previously captured a piece of information about the awakening of magic patterns. Could it be that magic patterns are similar to martial souls and both need to be awakened. The more magic patterns there are, the more advanced they are.
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One day later, Ye Xuan found that his body could move.
But he still lay motionless on the cart.
Those guys didn't even give him any food, which shows their discrimination against a 'pure' human race like Ye Xuan.
Of course, he doesn't need it either.
Another day later, a ray of holy power finally appeared in Ye Xuan's Qi Sea, and he was completely relieved.
With this holy power, his martial arts, martial arts and various combat skills can be barely activated.
Not long after he recovered his holy power, he heard the voices of the knights talking:
"Damn it, you are such a useless slave. I dragged the supreme body of Lord Demon Envoy for three days and he died of exhaustion."
"Well, that's normal. Although Lord Demon Envoy has passed away and has completely entered the embrace of the Demon God, his body weighs ten thousand kilograms. This lowly slave is also in the true spiritual realm. It's good to be able to hold a coffin for three days."
"Then what should we do now? Are we allowed to pull the coffin?"
"Didn't we pick up a new slave..."
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After a pause, a pockmarked woman with a magic mark on her face walked up to Ye Xuan's animal rack with a plump body and a cold expression, and shouted, "Damn you bitch, how is your body recovering? Don't pretend
If you die, get up quickly and pull the coffin."
She said exactly to Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan heard before that if he couldn't pull the coffin, this 'beauty' would pull it.
Seeing the iron chain in her hand, she was eager to try it. It seemed that if she said she couldn't pull it off at the next moment, she would pull it off.
Ye Xuan chuckled, sat up, glanced at her, and said, "Very good, I have recovered well in the past two days. Please leave the coffin of Lady Beauty to me."
With that said, Ye Xuan jumped out of the car and walked towards the back.
The woman with a pockmarked face was stunned in place. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but when the other person just took a look, she felt a chill in her heart.
Could it be that he is a hidden strong slave?
But there is no reason. Even if he has recovered a little now, it is impossible for him to pull the coffin.
The pockmarked woman with a demonic pattern shook her head, thinking that she felt wrong. In the demon world, pulling a coffin is regarded as the lowest and most despicable, especially those stubborn slave masters who will never do such a thing.
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But when she thought of Ye Xuan's bright and deep eyes before, with a magic pattern on her face, the woman's heart skipped a beat.
"Such beautiful eyes, could it be that my heart is full of excitement..." She suddenly thought in her heart, her plump body couldn't help but tremble, and then she sneered in contempt.
Her body is meant to be dedicated to the demon lord, and a bitch like this wants to get his hands on it.
"Huh, even if you compliment my beauty, I won't pay attention." The woman sneered.
Ye Xuan arrived in front of a black iron coffin. The coffin was three feet long and half a foot wide. It had the symbol of seven magic patterns painted on it.
There are ten coffins like this in the team, and each coffin has a mark of magic patterns on it. The number varies, and the largest one has eight magic patterns.
Ye Xuan's eyes flashed for a moment and then disappeared. But at that moment, he saw the body of a skinny old man lying in the coffin, with seven magic lines on his face.
Where were these bodies taken?
Ye Xuan was a little curious.
"Tsk, tsk, even though he is dead, the meager amount of demon blood in his body cannot be wasted." Ye Xuan smiled inwardly.
He is seriously lacking in blood and essence now, so he just needs to supplement it.
At that moment, he picked up the chain holding the coffin, pulled up the black iron coffin, and walked with the coffin-lifting team.
But no one saw that a dark vortex appeared in the black iron coffin pulled by Ye Xuan, wrapping the old man's body with seven magic patterns.
After a few breaths, I saw that the magic lines on the old man's face were missing, and as time went by, the magic lines on his face disappeared one by one, and finally disappeared completely.
Ye Xuan let out a breath, his face turned slightly red, and then returned to normal.
He stopped the swallowing technique. This moment of technique was enough to take him several days to recover. The only pity was that the demon blood in the old man's body was too rare and not pure enough. It only restored his lost blood essence.
Less than one percent.
It seems that I can find time to absorb the demonic blood of other bodies in the coffins.
"I have done another good thing and brought you back into the arms of the human race."
Ye Xuan looked at the knights in front again. Although their magic blood was meager, these were nourishment.
Of course, he doesn't want to devour them immediately.
The knights in front suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. They all felt inexplicably, thinking that they felt wrong.
Ye Xuan sucked away all the demonic blood of the old man in his coffin, and the importance of pulling the coffin suddenly dropped sharply. The original weight of ten thousand kilograms was nothing to his injured body, but now it is not even a thousand kilograms.
It becomes lighter.
Beside him, a big man pulling the eight magic lines said, "Little brother, what's your name? If you can't pull it anymore, you must tell me and I will help you share the load."
Ye Xuan looked at this man, who was in his forties and had reached the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm. He had a long scar between his eyebrows and looked a bit fierce.
But Ye Xuan doesn't judge people by their appearance. He was a little surprised and said, "Uncle, with your cultivation level, why don't you resist?"
You must know that those knights with the highest level of cultivation are only at the early stage of the ninth level of the Martial King Realm, those knights with four magic patterns.
"Shut up, don't you want to live?" The big man was shocked when he heard Ye Xuan's words and shouted in a low voice.
Immediately, he said with a wry smile, "Do you think I don't want to resist, but this area is under the jurisdiction of the Chi Mo Tribe, and there are too many masters in the Chi Mo Tribe. Not to mention me, I am a saint.
I can't resist, let alone escape from this area, and my family is all here..."