Primordial Devouring Technique

Chapter 1297 Devouring Demonic Blood
In fact, even if Ye Xuan remained motionless, with these human races with some low-level demonic blood, they wouldn't be able to hurt him at all.

Even, if Ye Xuan hadn't restrained his origin intentionally, with the weight of his origin at the Holy King Realm, these people wouldn't even be able to move his body.

When he first arrived in the Demon Realm, Ye Xuan was not familiar with it at all. Although he didn't take these guys who didn't even reach the Holy Realm seriously, he still needed to hide his identity, so as not to let those real demon powerhouses find out, and at the same time inquire about the news.

After Ye Xuan was involved in the beast carriage, the knights ignored him, and the convoy moved on again.

Ye Xuan was a little puzzled. These people had different numbers of magic lines and different locations, but after his transformation, he had two magic lines on his face, one symmetrical on the left and right.

"Looking at the appearance of these people, it is obvious that the more magic lines there are, the higher the status is. Strange, I have also swallowed a lot of magic blood, but is it not as good as them?" Ye Xuan thought to himself.

He had captured a message before, the awakening of the magic pattern.Could it be that the magic pattern is similar to the martial soul, and both need to be awakened.The more magic patterns, the higher the level.

……

A day later, Ye Xuan found that his body could move.

But he was still lying motionless on the beast cart.

Those guys didn't even give him food, which shows that they discriminate against the 'pure' human race like Ye Xuan.

Of course, he doesn't need to either.

Another day later, Ye Xuan was filled with anger, and finally a holy power appeared, and he was completely relieved.

With this holy power, his martial spirit, kung fu and various combat skills can barely be activated.

Not long after he recovered a piece of holy power, he heard the voices of those knights talking:
"Damn it, what a useless lowly slave, he dragged the supreme body of Lord Demon Envoy for three days before dying of exhaustion."

"Well, that's normal. Although Lord Demon Envoy has passed away and entered the embrace of the Demon God, his body weighs ten thousand catties. This lowly slave is also a true spirit realm. It's not bad to be able to pull a coffin for three days."

"Then what should we do now, should we go pull the coffin?"

"Didn't we pick up a new slave..."

……

After a short breath, a pockmarked woman with a magic pattern on her face walked up to Ye Xuan's animal frame with a fat body and a cold expression, and shouted, "Damn slave, how is your recovery, don't pretend Die, get up quickly and go to pull the coffin."

She was talking to Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan heard before that if he couldn't pull the coffin, this 'beauty' would do it.

Seeing the iron chain in his hand wanting to try it, it seemed that if he couldn't pull it the next moment, she would pull it off.

Ye Xuan chuckled, sat up, glanced at her, and said, "Very well, I have recovered well in the past two days. Leave the coffin to me."

With that said, Ye Xuan jumped out of the car and walked to the rear.

The woman with a pockmarked face was stunned in place, she didn't know if it was her own illusion, but when the other party just saw it, 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 to pull the coffin.

The pockmarked woman with a magic pattern shook her head, thinking that she felt wrong.Pulling coffins in the devil world is regarded as the lowest and most despicable, especially those stubborn slave masters, they will never do this kind of thing.

But thinking of Ye Xuan's bright and deep eyes before, the woman's heart skipped a beat with a pockmarked face.

"Such beautiful eyes, could it be that my heart is full of spring..." She suddenly thought, her fat body couldn't help trembling, and then she sneered and despised.

Her body is dedicated to Lord Mozu, and this kind of bitch also wants to get his hands on it.

"Hmph, even if you compliment me on my beauty, I won't take it lightly." The woman sneered.

Ye Xuan arrived in front of a black iron coffin, which was three feet long and half a foot wide, with the symbols of seven magic patterns painted on it.

For this kind of coffin, there are ten coffins in this team, and each coffin has a symbol of magic patterns, the number is different, and the most has eight magic patterns.

Ye Xuan's eyes flashed, and then disappeared, but at this moment just now, he saw the corpse of a thin old man lying in his coffin, with seven magic patterns on his face.

Where are these corpses taken?

Ye Xuan was a little curious.

"Tsk tsk, although he is dead, the meager blood in his body cannot be wasted." Ye Xuan smiled inwardly.

He is currently seriously lacking in essence and blood, just to replenish it.

At that moment, he picked up the chain that pulled the coffin, pulled up the black iron coffin, and walked with the coffin pulling team.

But none of the 'people' saw that in the black iron coffin pulled by Ye Xuan, a pitch-black vortex appeared, wrapping the body of the old man with seven magic patterns.

After a few breaths, the old man saw one less magic pattern on his face, and with the passage of time, the magic pattern on his face disappeared one by one, and finally disappeared completely.

Ye Xuan exhaled lightly, his face flushed slightly, and he returned to normal immediately.

He stopped the devouring technique. This moment of practice is enough to take him to recover for several days. The only pity is that the devil blood in the old man's body is too rare and not pure enough. He just restores his lost essence blood. Less than one percent.

It seems to find some time to absorb the blood of other bodies in the coffin.

"I did another good thing and let you return to the embrace of the human race."

Ye Xuan looked at the knights in front again. Although their magic blood was meager, they were all nourishment.

Of course, he didn't want to devour them right away.

The knights in front suddenly felt chills collectively, they were all inexplicable, thinking that they felt wrong.

Ye Xuan sucked away all the blood of the old man in his coffin, and the importance of pulling the coffin dropped sharply. The original weight of ten thousand catties was nothing to his injured body, but now it was less than a thousand catties. It's going to be light.

Beside him, a big man with eight magic lines said, "Little brother, what's your name, if you can't pull it anymore, you must tell me, I will help you share it."

Ye Xuan looked at this big man in his forties, his cultivation was at the Ninth Great Consummation of the Martial Emperor Realm, and there was a long scar between his eyebrows, which looked a bit fierce.

But Ye Xuan would not judge people by their appearance, he was a little surprised, and said, "Uncle, with your cultivation, why don't you resist."

One must know that those knights with the highest cultivation level are only at the early stage of the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm, that is, the knights with the four magic patterns.

"Shut up, don't you want to live?" The big man was startled when he heard Ye Xuan's words, and scolded in a low voice.

Immediately, he said via voice transmission with a wry smile on his face, "Do you think I don't want to resist, but this area is under the jurisdiction of the Chimo Tribe, and there are too many masters in the Chimo Tribe, not to mention me, but a saint, I can't resist, let alone escape from this area, and my family is all here..."

(End of this chapter)