Ye Chen glanced back, and Han Feng chased after him again, two blood slaves beside him, blood was permeated, exuding a rolling killing intent.

"These guys are really tough. Ye Chen muttered in his heart, turning his head to look at Liu Muyun, but saw that her face had become extremely pale and her breath was weak, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Chen asked worriedly, and at the same time found that the Stygian Moon Sword had become extremely dim, and the sword light was uncertain.

"The Moon God Blood Seal is a soul technique sealed in the Stygian Moon Sword, and with my current strength, I can only cast it once, and after I cast it, my body will become extremely tired. Liu Muyun's tone was a little helpless.

She didn't expect that the strength of the blood slave would be so strong, a blood seal of the moon god, and only killed a blood slave, the magic power of the blood clan, so weird and terrifying.

"Hold on, we're almost at the waypoint. ”

In the distance, a high slope appeared in Ye Chen's field of vision, it was almost there, as long as they reached the teleportation point, and then used the token to open the teleportation array, they would be able to go out at any time.

The figures flashed rapidly, and the eyes of the two of them were full of strong hope.

"Go!"

Suddenly, Han Feng's mouth spit out a cold word, and the blood in the sky condensed into a palm print, covering the entire high slope from top to bottom, pressing towards Ye Chen and the others.

"Ode to the Moon God!"

A soft moonlight appeared in the void, bombarded with the blood-colored palm shadow, and exploded in an instant, Liu Muyun let out a painful snort, and his body smashed to the ground, completely fainting.

"Sister Muyun!" Ye Chen immediately landed beside her, his eyes froze, and several blood marks appeared on Liu Muyun's body, and the blood marks wriggled like maggots, as if they wanted to erode her body.

"This is one of the secret methods of the blood clan, the blood stain is indestructible, then her flesh and blood will gradually corrode, and finally turn into a white bone, but, you don't have to worry, Liu Muyun is the holy daughter of the Moon God Clan, with the protection of the Moon God, this blood stain can't help her. ”

When Han Feng's words fell, the blood stains really began to dissipate, and the aura on Liu Muyun's body became uniform again, but he simply fell into a coma, which was fine.

Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, looked at Han Feng with gloomy eyes, and said, "Who the hell are you, how do you know about the Holy Clan?"

"As I said, I'm from the Blood Clan, so I naturally know about the Holy Clan. Han Feng shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Don't you know that in ancient times, the Holy Clan and the Blood Clan were allies, and the battle between the Ancient Clans was also caused by the two clans. ”

Ye Chen was slightly stunned, the Holy Clan and the Blood Clan were allies, and they were also the culprits who caused the Battle of the Ancients?

"It seems that you have not fully accepted the inheritance of the Holy Clan, otherwise, you would not have become so embarrassed today, but unfortunately, after today, you will become my blood slave, without any intelligence, and completely surrender to my blood slave. ”

With a flick of his finger, the two blood slaves strode out, the blood seemed to be endless, the power was endless, and the surrounding spirit beasts touched the slightest, and immediately let out a burst of wails, and died on the spot.

Tread the snow without a trace!

The footsteps were like the wind, Ye Chen's body swept backwards, constantly dodging the attacks of the blood slave, but the other party was a blood slave, there was no true yuan, no flesh and blood, and he didn't feel tired at all.

Both, one chases and one escapes.

The entire space was a scattered figure, which made Han Feng have a satisfied smile on his face, and in his heart, he even wanted to refine Ye Chen into a blood slave, a blood slave with the blood of the Holy Clan, and he felt excited when he thought about it.

"No, if you go on like this, you will only be consumed alive by them. Ye Chen's body showed a sense of tiredness, and the long-term skimming in the sky was extremely depleting.

He looked towards the two blood slaves, his gaze suddenly frozen.

On the body of the blood slave, there are still valuable scars left, although there is no blood, but the misty light within the scars makes Ye Chen feel familiar.

It's it!

A spiritual light suddenly flashed in Ye Chen's mind.

His figure flickered continuously, avoiding the blood slave's attack, and landed on the ground, his hands hanging down, his gaze staring directly at Han Feng.

"May I ask a question?" Ye Chen suddenly spoke, causing Han Feng's brows to furrow tightly, but soon, he showed a faint smile and replied, "You ask." ”

This is the depths of the Jiuyang Mountain Range, inhumane, and his strength is far better than Ye Chen, Han Feng has been in a playful mentality from the beginning to the present.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, looked at the two blood slaves, and said, "Sister Mu Yun once said that the so-called blood slave is to use a certain secret method to completely refine the blood in the human body, and then carve the soul brand, making it a flesh and blood puppet, and the misty white light emitted by these two blood slaves is the power of the soul." ”

"You're right, it's soul power. Han Feng replied directly.

"In this case, the reason why the blood slave is not afraid of anything is because it has no flesh and blood, but relies on that soul brand for its life, and the reason why the third blood slave died is because the blood seal of the moon god is a soul trick, destroying the soul with the soul, completely shattering the soul brand, and the secret method of the blood clan is self-defeating. ”

When Ye Chen spoke, his eyes were sharp, and every word was fine, which made Han Feng's body tremble, Ye Chen's observation power was too amazing, and he said it without any mistakes.

The blood seal of the moon god is indeed a soul trick.

It was precisely because it shattered the soul imprint in the blood slave's body that it was able to completely destroy the blood slave and turn it into a pool of blood.

Han Feng looked at Ye Chen, took a few deep breaths, and said with a smile: "Do you know what about this? With your current soul power, you can't use your soul trick at all, even if you put on a fearless expression, you can't hide the fear in your heart. ”

"Oh?

Hearing this, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, full of coldness and mockery.

In his hand, a black scroll suddenly appeared, and a trace of soul power swept into it, and a deep pitch-black light slowly bloomed in the void.

Han Feng looked at the pitch-black light in front of him, and he was speechless for a long time.

Soul Formula!

This pitch-black light is not the true element, but is condensed by the power of the soul, Ye Chen, he cast the soul trick, relying on the cultivation of the four heavens of the true path.

There was a burst of hot color on his face.

Han Feng had just said that Ye Chen couldn't cast the soul trick, and as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen slapped him hard with his actions, and even more severely hit his arrogance.

"Soul Eater Sword!"

An incomparably sharp aura came out, and I saw that the pitch-black light condensed into a long sword, and the sword came out like a dragon, directly stabbing into the heart of a blood slave, turning it into a pool of blood.

Another blood slave, die!

Seeing this scene, Han Feng felt a burst of heartache.

Refining blood slaves is extremely difficult, and today, he lost two blood slaves, because of his arrogance, but also because of his stupidity, which made him very annoyed, and the killing intent kept gushing out of his eyes.

"Dare to destroy my blood slave, what a boldness!"

Han Feng was furious.

The footsteps stepped out directly, the bloody palm covered the sky, and instantly struck in front of Ye Chen, just that monstrous killing intent, it tore the pitch-black long sword to pieces, Han Feng, the killing intent spread all over his body, and slapped directly towards Ye Chen's heart, he wanted to kill, kill Ye Chen.

Feeling the boundless terrifying offensive, Ye Chen's eyes were full of unwillingness.

He stretched out his hands, wanting to dispel the killing intent in front of him, but there was a delicate feeling, and when he opened his eyes, there were strands of hair fluttering in front of his eyes.

That's right, it's hair, like snow.