Ancient Devouring Technique

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

He felt nothing but darkness and wanted to open his eyes immediately, but he found that his eyelids had no sensitivity at all and were completely unresponsive.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was surprised, and then realized that he seemed to be lying down. He immediately wanted to turn over and sit up, but his body was still unable to move.

Ye Xuan's heart sank suddenly. He barely endured the headache, gathered the remaining mental strength in his mind palace, and hurriedly looked inward at his body.

This sight made him smile bitterly.

Now, not only is his essence and blood severely deficient, but there is not even a drop of holy energy in his sea of ​​​​qi.

The reason for the tearing pain in the head is the exhaustion of spiritual power.

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

The current state of the thing was obviously caused by the sword he swung with all his strength in the starry sky channel.

When Ye Xuan thought of the amazing scene of himself swinging the black sword, his heart was in turmoil, and he was secretly lucky!
The power of that sword was so great that it could change the color of the starry sky. Although the price of that sword was extremely high, it also saved his life.

“Now that I think about it, that strike with the black sword seemed to have only demonstrated a small part of the Heaven-Slashing Sword Technique, but I seem to have already gotten started…”

"Well, it's mainly because of the black sword. The power it slashed with is obviously related to the holy power and divine thoughts that were absorbed, and even to the blood essence that was lost earlier."

Ye Xuan murmured in his heart.

Now that he knew the serious condition of his body, Ye Xuan was less panicked.

Neither the blood essence nor the holy power and divine consciousness were fatal injuries. As long as he rested, he would be able to recover as before.

The surroundings seemed quiet, and he was able to stay here safely, which meant he was at least out of danger.

Although he could not open his eyes and could not release his spiritual thoughts, he could still tell from the sound of the breeze in his ears that he had left the starry sky.

……

Half a day later.

Ye Xuan's eyelids moved, and he forced his eyes open a tiny slit.

A lavender sky suddenly came into view.

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

"It seems that I have been teleported to the demon world."

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

After another half a day, Ye Xuan was able to twist his neck and turn it left and right to see clearly where he was.

It turned out to be an infinite and wild land!

Full of desolate and ancient feeling.

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

But then he bared his teeth and grinned. Only then did he realize that his meridians were slightly broken.

This was something he had never experienced since he entered the holy realm.

That sword was too costly and was no joke.

"If it were anyone else, the consequences of this sword might be irreversible, but fortunately I have the reincarnation martial soul and the ancient devouring art!"

Thinking secretly in his heart, Ye Xuan was still lying quietly on the wasteland.

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

Ye Xuan's face suddenly showed a look of joy. But before his smile could fully show, it froze.

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

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, but unfortunately he was unable to move any part of his body except his head.

After one stick of incense, there was a rumbling sound and the noisy sound of animal hooves and vehicles moving.

The convoy was getting very close.

With a low roar, several knights riding on a kind of monster beast arrived near Ye Xuan, stopped not far away, and looked at Ye Xuan on the ground with extremely cold eyes.

Ye Xuan glanced at these "people".

They were of different heights, both men and women, and each of them held a shining black javelin, flying fork or other throwing weapons in their hands.

Among them, the man with his sturdy upper body exposed and the woman wearing a tight short-sleeved leather jacket, both exuded a tough aura.

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

Some have more, some have less, some have only one, and some have four.

The monsters under their mounts were giant blue wolf-like beasts, but they had a shiny black right horn on their heads that was three meters tall and looked extremely ferocious.

Ye Xuan looked at these people at the same time.

A middle-aged man with four magic patterns on his face said, "He has no magic blood. He is a lowly slave of the lowest class."

Another short man with three magic patterns on his face laughed and said teasingly, "Haha, I'm lucky today. I found a slave. I can add another strong man to our coffin-carrying team."

Ye Xuan could understand all the languages ​​of these people, and he had a bad feeling about them.

Turning my head to look at the back of the convoy, I saw a group of skinny figures dragging heavy black iron coffins on the ground.

"I see that he seems to be injured and unable to move. There is no energy fluctuation in his body. How can he still drag the coffin?" A woman with two lines on her face said again.

"Rest him for two days first. If he's still in this condition and really can't drag a coffin, we'll sell him to the Demon Clan's Chamber of Commerce. He has delicate skin and tender flesh, so he should be worth two broken crystals." The middle-aged man with four magic patterns said as he took out a silver chain and pulled it towards Ye Xuan.

If it were any other time, Ye Xuan could kill a large number of these half-humans who weren’t even at the Saint level with just one palm.

Yes, they can be considered half human, but they also have a trace of demon blood in their bodies.

Ye Xuan was furious. Although he also had demon blood in his body, he still considered himself a human. However, these guys did not even hide their discrimination against pure humans who did not have demon blood in their words.

It seems they have been brainwashed.

But now he couldn't move and could only let the silver chain hit him and roll up his body.

"Huh? You didn't even make a sound after I whipped you?" The big man with four magic patterns rolled up Ye Xuan and threw him into the beast cart frame behind him, saying in a strange tone.

"Who cares? This guy hasn't even awakened a single magic pattern. He's obviously incapable of practicing the magic skills of the demon lord. He has forged his body, so it should just be that his physical body is stronger. This is even better. Once he recovers a little, he should be able to pull the coffin."

(End of this chapter)