Primordial Devouring Technique

Chapter 1296 Reaching the Demon Realm
After a sharp pain that seemed to tear his head apart, Ye Xuan finally woke up from the coma.

He only felt that it was pitch black, and immediately wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids didn't feel the slightest, and they didn't listen to him at all.

This time, when Ye Xuan was surprised, he realized that he seemed to be lying down, and immediately wanted to turn over and sit up, but he couldn't move his body either.

Ye Xuan's heart sank violently, and he barely endured the headache. He gathered the remaining spiritual power in the shrine, and hurriedly looked inside his body/body.

Seeing this made him smile bitterly.

Now not only is he severely lacking in essence and blood, but he also doesn't have a single drop of Qi Sea Saint Power.

The reason for the tearing pain in the head was caused by the exhaustion of divine sense.

"This is too exaggerated!" Ye Xuan was startled.

The current appearance was obviously caused by the sword he slashed with all his strength in the starry sky passage.

Thinking of the astonishing situation in which he swung the black sword, Ye Xuan's heart was twitching, and he was secretly lucky!
The power of that sword can be said to change the color of the starry sky.Although the price of a sword was extremely high, it also saved his life.

"Thinking back now, the strike with the black sword seems to have only shown a little of the superficiality of the swordsmanship of Zhantian, but I seem to have already started..."

"Well, it's mainly the black sword. The power it cuts out is obviously related to the absorbed holy power and divine sense, and even the blood that was lost earlier."

Ye Xuan murmured in his heart.

Now that he knew the bad condition of his body, the panic in Ye Xuan's heart became much less.

Regardless of blood essence or holy power, it is not a fatal injury.As long as you rest, you can restore the original.

And the surroundings seem to be quiet, he can stay here safely, at least he should be out of danger.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't release his spiritual thoughts, he could still judge that he had left the starry sky from the sound of the wind in his ears.

……

After half a day.

Ye Xuan's eyelids moved, and he barely opened his eyes a slit.

A lavender sky suddenly came into view.

The purple sky is the same as the demon sky recorded in the historical records.

"It seems that I was still teleported to the Demon Realm."

Ye Xuan let out a sigh of relief, and finally felt relieved.

After another half day, Ye Xuan could twist his neck, and he could see clearly where he was by turning left and right.

It was an infinite barren land!

Full of a sense of desolation and antiquity.

"Devil Realm, here I come." Ye Xuan said with a smile on his face.

But then, he gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth.Only then did he realize that the meridians all over his body were also slightly broken.

This has never happened since he entered the holy realm.

That sword was too expensive, it was really no joke.

"If it were someone else, the consequences of this sword might not be reversed, but fortunately, I have the Samsara Martial Soul and the Immemorial Devouring Art!"

Thinking to himself, Ye Xuan was still lying quietly on the wasteland.

This trip took another day, and Ye Xuan's body seemed to have regained a bit of strength.

A look of joy appeared on Ye Xuan's face.But before he could fully reveal his smile, it froze.

I saw a convoy appearing on the ground in the distance.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, but it's a pity that except for his head, other parts of his body are still unable to move.

After a stick of incense, there was a rumble, the noise of animal hoofs and vehicles.

The convoy is very close.

With a low roar, several knights riding a monster came near Ye Xuan, stopped not far away, and looked at Ye Xuan on the ground with abnormally cold eyes.

Ye Xuan glanced at these "people".

They were of different heights, men and women, and each of them was holding throwing weapons such as black javelins and flying forks in their hands.

Among them, the man's bare upper body, and the woman's tight-fitting short-sleeved leather jacket, both exude a sturdy aura.

But what attracted Ye Xuan's attention even more was that these people had purple-black magic patterns on their faces.

There are many, some are only one, and some are four.

The monsters under them were giant blue wolf-like monsters, but with a black and shiny right horn growing on the top of their heads, it was three feet high and looked extremely ferocious.

Ye Xuan looked at these 'people' at the same time.

Among them, a middle-aged man with four magic lines on his face said, "There is no magic blood, this is the lowest lowly slave."

Another short man with three magic lines on his face smiled, and said teasingly in his eyes, "Hehe, I'm lucky today. I picked up a lowly slave, and I can add another strong man to our coffin dragging team."

Ye Xuan could understand the language of these people, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Turning his head to look at the rear of the convoy, he saw a group of skinny figures dragging heavy black iron coffins on the ground.

"I see that he seems to be injured, he is unable to move, and there is no fluctuation of energy in his body, can he still drag the coffin." A woman with two tattoos said again.

"Let's raise him for two days first. If he still looks like this, he really can't drag the coffin, so he will be sold to the chamber of commerce of the adults of the demon race. The one with thin skin and tender meat should be worth two broken crystals." As the middle-aged man spoke, he took out a silver chain and drew it towards Ye Xuan.

If it was normal, these half-human races who don't even have the Holy Realm, Ye Xuan can kill a lot of people with one palm.

That's right, they can be regarded as half-human races, but they also have the meager blood of the demon race in their bodies.

Ye Xuan was furious in his heart. Although he also had devil blood in his body, he always thought he was still a human race, but these guys, in words, made no secret of their discrimination against pure human races without devil blood.

It seems they have been brainwashed.

But now he couldn't move his body, he could only let the silver chain draw on him, rolling his body up.

"Huh? After being whipped by me, you didn't even snort?" The big man with four magic patterns rolled up Ye Xuan and threw him into the frame of the beast carriage behind him, said strangely.

"Whatever, this guy hasn't even awakened a single magic pattern, so he obviously can't practice the magic skills of a demon master, but he has forged his own body. It should be that his physical body is stronger, which is better. He recovers a bit, and should be able to pull Coffin."

(End of this chapter)