Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 1219: Invincible in the Saint King Realm

Just as everyone was showing fear at the sword of the old man Wuji...

suddenly!

Ye Xuan's figure rose from the top of the mountain like a cannonball, and he punched the golden flying sword.

'boom! '

The golden sword shattered into countless pieces that fell down.

The power of this punch is so fierce!

"Wow~~~~"

Old man Wuji suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The 'Xuantian Demon-Slaying Sword' was his life-threatening weapon. Now it was smashed to pieces by a punch, just like a severe blow to his brain, causing considerable damage to his soul.

"This is impossible, his fist is actually harder than the top-level holy weapon!??"

Old Man Wuji was extremely shocked and once again realized the horror of Ye Xuan's physical body.

At the same time, Ye Xuan's body movement unfolded, and he instantly appeared in front of a mid-level Saint King. Before the other party could resist, an iron fist had already hit the lower abdomen of the Saint King who had previously clamored to kill him.

'boom'

The flesh and blood of the intermediate holy king suddenly exploded and turned into a bloody rain. He was killed by Ye Xuan without even uttering a scream!

"Boy, are you not done yet?"

An angry shout came from behind.

Ye Xuan felt a sense of alarm, time accelerated, and his body slid rapidly to the side for dozens of feet.

A thick green blade energy whizzed past where he had just been like a silk thread. The blade energy was so turbulent that it made the surrounding void buzz.

This green blade energy is even more powerful than old man Wuji's sword.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but frowned and turned around to look, but saw an old man in the distance looking at him with a gloomy face. He looked to be about sixty years old, with a small black beard, a ferocious expression, cold eyes, and a green light flashing in his hand.

Obviously, the green blade energy just now came from him.

At the same time, behind him, another old man with a square face and long beard took a step forward, his whole body surging with holy power.

These two old men both have the cultivation base of the ninth level of the Saint King Realm!
The next moment, the old man with a small black beard had a green light flashing in his hand, and he casually sent out a wind blade as big as a pot lid.

The square-faced, bearded old man opened his mouth and a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl spurted out of his mouth and struck Ye Xuan's head.

One of them was a wind element, the other a lightning element. Both of them were in the middle stage of the ninth heaven, and the combat skills they released were incredibly powerful, almost equivalent to the full force attack of an ordinary high-level Saint King.

but……

Ye Xuan suddenly sneered, and something strange happened.

The wind blade and lightning flew less than ten feet before they strangely deviated from their direction, flew diagonally to the side, and hit the mountain wall nearby, making two loud noises.

The two old men's faces suddenly showed expressions of extreme horror. They could never have imagined that the attacks they launched would not obey their commands. What was going on?

I'm afraid this situation wouldn't happen even to a Qi Condensation Stage disciple who has just learned combat skills.

"Is it that dark vortex in the sky that disrupts the attack!?"

Just as the two old men were in a state of shock, a figure flashed. Ye Xuan had already arrived in front of them. He spread his hands apart. The "Phantom Python Boxing Gloves" that were already on his hands thrust forward like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue like lightning.

'Boom. Boo.'

Two soft sounds.

The holy light shields protecting the two old men were pierced through, and the more than ten-inch-long spikes on the boxing gloves pierced directly into the hearts of the two men.

Two shrill screams were heard, shocking! Two great martial artists of the ninth level of the Saint King Realm. They were usually so admired. But in front of everyone, they were killed by Ye Xuan.

Devour!

The black vortex in the sky was swirling rumblingly, and the blood, holy source, and life essence of the two great martial artists at the ninth level of the Saint King Realm were swallowed up by the black vortex like a whale sucking water.

Seeing this scene, everyone looked at the dark vortex in shock.

Even strong men like Wei Wuya and Han Qingsha were frightened.

"What kind of soul skill is this? Why is it so weird?!" Wei Wuya's face was shocked and solemn, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Han Qingsha's pretty face turned pale, "I have never heard of this kind of soul skill!"

"Damn it! We were badly injured during the previous challenge. This kind of spirit skill can just restrain us when we are injured!" The mysterious man in black robe was shocked and angry.

Although these strong men were powerful, as the man in black robe said, they were badly injured in the previous level. Now facing the dark mysterious vortex that covered the sky, they even found it difficult to suppress the injuries on their bodies.

At this moment, after devouring two old men of the ninth level of the Saint King Realm, Ye Xuan finally had a clear understanding of his current combat power.

“Even if you lock the space, it doesn’t matter. When I advanced to the Great Saint Realm, I was the number one in the Great Saint Realm. Now I am in the Saint King Realm, and I am also invincible in the Saint King Realm. If you can’t reach the Half-Step Immortal Saint Realm, then you can... die.”

An extremely cold voice was heard as Ye Xuan stood proudly, his slender figure floating in the air, glancing at everyone with contempt.

The mark of the God of War appeared between his eyebrows, his long black hair fluttered at the back of his head, and his eyes showed ruthlessness, as if he was a demon god, standing between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Ye Xuan was like a raging wave that impacted the minds of every martial artist present. It was a tremor from the soul, as if at this moment, Ye Xuan in front of the practitioners had transformed into a prehistoric giant beast.

Waves of fluctuations from the soul caused huge waves in the sea of ​​consciousness of those present, and even showed signs of breaking. It was as if countless thunders were exploding in their spiritual palaces at the same time.

Wei Wuya, Han Qingsha, Old Man Wuji and other strong men were already injured. They were previously affected by the soul-devouring skill and were forcibly suppressing it. At this moment, huge waves were set off in their sea of ​​​​mind. Cracks appeared in their divine palaces under the waves of loud bangs. Blood spurted from their mouths and noses, and they all took a few steps back.

"Is that the Martial God Mark? I suddenly remembered a legend. It is said that a martial artist with the Martial God Mark is invincible in the same realm below the Martial God realm! Is this true?!?"

The mysterious man in black robe suddenly thought of a record he had read about the Seal of the God of War. His expression suddenly changed, and his mind was shocked. The electric net in his hand snapped a few times and shattered involuntarily. He had a look of fear on his face, and after taking a few steps back, he suddenly turned into a long rainbow and flew away in an instant.

Looking at the strong men again, their expressions changed instantly.

Wei Wuya felt the powerful impact of the Martial God's Mark, the oppression on his soul, and the strange black vortex in the sky, then saw the man in black robe fleeing without hesitation.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's leave first!"

In an instant, he and his fellow disciples including Han Qingsha also flew away.

"Let's go!" At the same moment, many other martial artists also transformed into long rainbows and dispersed in all directions.

(End of this chapter)