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The first thousand three hundred and eighteenth chapters are also thieves of blood

Just when Princess Chi was panicking and despairing, thinking that she could not escape the demonic power of this young demon master, she discovered that Ye Xuan frowned, and then disappeared without a trace in a flash.

Princess Chi was slightly startled. She spread her spiritual thoughts, but did not find Ye Xuan's whereabouts at all. It seemed that... the other party had left.

This left Princess Chi at a loss. As the other party left, she found that the huge strange whirlpool had also disappeared.



At this time, Ye Xuan suddenly teleported deeper into the abyss.

At that moment, Ye Xuan noticed a strange aura.

It was as if someone was robbing him of the blood essence of the demons under this abyss.

This made him no longer interested in paying attention to Princess Chi.

Ye Xuan has now fully recovered from his injuries, and his mental strength has fully recovered. He followed the feeling and galloped down.

Expanding at full speed, after a hundred breaths, Ye Xuan arrived at the bottom of the abyss.

The place he came to was a huge black mud pit.

It is a deep pit formed by a black sludge that exudes a pungent smell.

The previous suction force that broke out with Ye Xuan to snatch the blood of the demons emerged from this pit!

A burst of gray mist spread out from the mud pit, completely covering the surrounding area.

But while Ye Xuan's eyes were spinning, he had already seen the scene inside the mist.

In the deepest part of this black mire, there is a black crystal coffin.

It is extremely huge, lying quietly in the mud pit, as if there is an ancient demon coffin, one hundred feet long, like a demon dragon, dormant in the depths of darkness. Like a demon, it suppresses the nine abyss and the nine hells.

When Ye Xuan was thousands of meters away from the black coffin, he had already noticed the extraordinary thing inside the coffin. He stopped, pondered for a while, and then sneered, "It seems that someone else has the same purpose as me."

Almost at the moment Ye Xuan entered the coffin, a skinny hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin under the black mire. Slowly, an old man who looked like a skeleton sat up from the coffin.

The whole body of this old man was almost pitch black, almost skin and bones, without any flesh and blood. There were only a few hairs on the top of his head, and the whole person looked extremely eerie and strange.

In his eyes, a faint light gradually appeared, and then he slowly raised his head.

On his neck, there were ten magic patterns, but strangely, among his ten magic patterns, there was a purple-black magic pattern with a hint of gold.

"The golden magic pattern, is this a kind of magic blood mutation, or is it an abnormal situation like A-Gump said?" Ye Xuan's body was floating in the air. He glanced at the old man and determined that he was just a Saint King Realm Dzogchen.

Cultivation.

Then, without any hesitation, the magic eyes turned.

A spatial crack suddenly tore open in the space under his feet, with demonic thunder rolling inside it, and in an instant, streaks of purple-black lightning struck down.

The old man in the huge coffin had a bright light in his eyes, and saw streaks of purple-black magic thunder and lightning striking towards him. The old man stretched out his bony fingers and touched the current purple-black lightning with a slight tap.

Suddenly there was a 'bang' sound, the purple-black lightning disappeared without a trace, and a burst of purple-black and golden light appeared on the old man's fingers.

"Hmph, even if it's a demon clan, but it disturbs my cultivation in Pagoda, I will kill the demons today!" The old man snorted coldly.

The dim light in his eyes showed a strong fighting spirit, and he slowly stood up. At this time, purple-black lightning fell one after another, but every time, it was easily blocked by the old man's fingers.

"Having become addicted to your orthodox demonic blood, my bloodline will definitely be improved to a higher level, and my cultivation level will most likely be advanced to the Immortal Saint Realm!"

The old man's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and the next moment, he rushed up and flew towards Ye Xuan at high speed.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, as his magic thunder was easily blocked by the opponent.

This old man is very strange. He is obviously the strongest Saint King he has ever encountered.

You must know that even the mighty Wuya Ten Realm Monsters and others from the ancient battlefield would never dare to resist his attacks with their physical bodies.

"Who are you? How dare you do something like this and want to kill me, a young demon master?"

Ye Xuan shouted coldly, and at the same time, the magic flame lotus under his body gathered and turned into a black flame dragon thousands of feet long, roaring towards the old man.

"Humph, who made you, a young master of the demon clan, come here without any trouble? I was worried that my bloodline would not be able to return to my ancestors again, but you came to my door. As for your death, who would have thought that I was the one who killed you." The old man roared at him.

The coming Flame Dragon is just a punch.

With a "boom", the flame dragon collapsed directly under the power of his fist and turned into a rain of black flames.

Previously, Pagoda was immersed in cultivation, absorbing the essence and blood of the demonic remains in the coffin in the void.

But what made him angry was that no one had disturbed him during the hundreds of years he had been here. To be precise, he had never been discovered.

But just now, he felt that the essence and blood he had sucked were suddenly snatched away.

This made him extremely angry. He had regarded all the demon blood in the Demon Burial Abyss as his own, and how dare anyone snatch it from him.

At that moment, he immediately used the secret technique he had cultivated to try to fight for it.

Speaking of his secret technique, it was an ancient scroll he accidentally obtained hundreds of years ago. It was called the "Demon Blood Sutra". It was an extremely heaven-defying secret technique that allowed him to absorb other people's demons.

Essence and blood are refined, and finally the bloodline returns to its ancestors.

When he first obtained the Demonic Blood Sutra, Futu was astonished and became a heavenly being. He used this Demonic Blood Sutra to continuously sublimate his demonic blood, making his talent stronger and his cultivation higher and higher.

However, as his cultivation level became higher and higher, he continued to kill people and steal blood, which also aroused the suspicion of many people and provoked many powerful enemies to pursue him.

After nearly being surrounded and killed many times, Fu Tu suddenly had an idea: Why did he insist on killing people? Could it be that he couldn't absorb the ready-made demon blood?

Yes, he thought of the Demon Burial Abyss.

In the end, Futu hid here and practiced silently, preparing to one day master his magic skills and then return to the top and kill everyone without leaving a trace.

"Humph, I really didn't expect that my Demon Blood Meridian was completely lost to you when I was snatching blood essence. It should be some kind of powerful orthodox demon skill. When I kill you, all your demon powers will be lost.

They will all be mine!" (To be continued)


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