Just when Princess Chi was panicked and desperate, thinking that she couldn't escape the demonic power of this demon young master, she found that Ye Xuan frowned, and then the whole person disappeared in a flash.

Princess Chi was slightly stunned, her mind unfolded, and she didn't find out where Ye Xuan was, it seemed that she ...... The other party left.

This made the princess at a loss for a moment, and as the other party left, she found that the huge strange vortex had also disappeared.

......

At this time, Ye Xuan had teleported to the deeper depths of the abyss.

In the moment just now, Ye Xuan sensed a strange aura.

It seems that someone is snatching the essence blood of the demon clan from him under this abyss.

This made him lose interest in paying attention to the princess anymore.

Ye Xuan's injuries on his body had now recovered, and his mental power had fully recovered, and he followed his feelings and galloped down.

Unfolded at full speed, after a hundred breaths, Ye Xuan came to the bottom of the abyss.

The place he had come from was a huge black mud puddle.

It is a deep pit formed by a pungent smell of black silt.

The suction that broke out with Ye Xuan to snatch the essence blood of the demon clan before appeared from this pit!

A gray mist emanated from the mud puddle, completely enveloping the surroundings.

But Ye Xuan's pupil soul was spinning, and he had already seen the scene in the mist.

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

It was extraordinarily huge, lying quietly in the mud pit, as if there was an ancient coffin of a demon god, a hundred feet long, like a demon dragon, lurking in the depths of darkness. If the devil resists, suppress the nine abysses and nine prisons.

Ye Xuan was thousands of feet away from the black coffin, he had already noticed the extraordinary in this coffin, he stopped, muttered a little, and then sneered, "It seems that he has the same purpose as me." ”

Almost at the moment when Ye Xuan entered the ten thousand feet, in the coffin under the black quagmire, a bony palm suddenly stretched out, and slowly, an old man who looked like a skeleton sat up from the coffin.

The old man's whole body was almost pitch black, almost skin and bones, without any flesh and blood. On the top of his head, there are only a few hairs, and the whole person looks extremely eerie.

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

And on his neck, there were ten magic patterns, but the strange thing was that among his ten magic patterns, there was a purple-black magic pattern, faintly with a trace of gold.

"Golden Demon Pattern, is this a demonic blood mutation, or is it an abnormal situation as Forrest Gump said?" Ye Xuan's figure floated in the air. He glanced at the old man and was sure that he was only a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Saint King Realm.

Then, without any hesitation, the magic pupil turned.

A spatial crack suddenly tore open in the space under his feet, and the demonic thunder in it rolled, and in an instant, purple-black lightning slashed down.

The old man in the huge coffin, the dark light in his eyes was bright, and he saw a series of purple-black magic thunder and lightning, slashing towards him, the old man stretched out his skinny fingers, and lightly touched the current purple-black lightning.

Suddenly, there was a 'bang', the purple-black lightning disappeared, and a burst of purple-black golden light appeared on the old man's fingers.

"Hmph, even if it's a demon clan, but it disturbs my cultivation of Futu, I'm going to slay demons today!" the old man snorted coldly.

The dark light in his eyes showed a strong battle intent, and he slowly stood up, at this time, purple and black lightning fell one after another, but every time, it would be easily blocked by this old man with his fingers.

"If I love your orthodox demon blood, my bloodline will definitely go to the next level, and it is almost possible to advance to the Immortal Saint Realm when I cultivate!"

The fighting intent on the old man's body became stronger and stronger, and the next moment, his figure rushed up and flew towards Ye Xuan at a high speed.

Ye Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, his magic thunder was easily blocked by the other party.

This old man was very weird, obviously the strongest Saint King Realm he had ever encountered.

You must know that even the demons of the Ten Realms of Mightless Boundless in the ancient battlefield would never dare to resist his attack with their physical bodies.

"What are you, you dare to commit a crime, and want to kill me, the young master of the demon clan?"

Ye Xuan drank coldly, and at the same time, the Demon Flame Lotus under his body converged, turning into a black flame dragon of thousands of feet, roaring towards the old man.

"Hmph, who let you, the young master of the demon clan, run here without any trouble, I was worried that my bloodline would not be able to return to my ancestors again, but you sent it to the door. As for you dead, who would have thought that I killed you. "The old man punched the roaring flame dragon.

With a 'boom', the Yan Dragon collapsed directly under the power of his fist, turning into a rain of black flames.

Before Futu, he was immersed in cultivation, absorbing the demon essence blood of the corpse in the coffin in the void.

But what made him angry was that he had been here for hundreds of years, and no one had bothered him, or rather, he had never been discovered.

But just now, he felt that the essence blood he had sucked was suddenly plundered.

This made him extremely angry, he had already regarded all the demon blood in this demon burial abyss as his own, and he dared to be snatched by someone.

At that moment, he immediately urged the secret technique he had cultivated, wanting to make a profit.

Speaking of his secret technique, it was an ancient scroll that he inadvertently obtained hundreds of years ago, called "Demon Blood Sutra", which is an extremely anti-heaven secret technique, which allows him to absorb the essence and blood of other people, refine, and finally achieve bloodline atavism.

When he first got this Demon Blood Sutra, Fu Tu was shocked as a celestial, and used this Demon Blood Sutra to continuously sublimate his Demon Blood, his talent continued to become stronger, and his cultivation became higher and higher.

However, as his cultivation became higher and higher, he continued to kill people and take blood, which also aroused the suspicion of many people, and provoked many strong enemies to hunt him down.

After being almost killed many times, Futu had a flash of inspiration, why did he have to kill, couldn't he absorb the ready-made demon blood.

That's right, he thought of the Demon Burial Abyss.

In the end, Futu hid here, cultivated silently, and prepared to one day achieve great magic feats, and then return to it, killing a piece of armor without leaving a single piece of armor.

"Hmph, I really didn't expect that my Demon Blood Sutra was completely lost to you when I snatched the essence blood before, it should be some kind of powerful orthodox magic skill, when I kill it, all your magic skills will be mine!"

(End of chapter)