Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 1297 Swallowing Demon Blood
In fact, even if Ye Xuan did not move, these humans who had some low-level demon blood would not be able to hurt him at all.

In fact, if Ye Xuan had not intentionally restrained his origin, with the weight of his Saint King origin, these people would not even be able to move his body.

Ye Xuan had just arrived in the Demon Realm and was not familiar with this place at all. Although he did not take these guys who had not even reached the Saint Realm seriously, he still needed to hide his identity so as not to be discovered by those real powerful demons, and at the same time to gather information.

After Ye Xuan was dragged into the beast cart, the knights no longer paid attention to him and the convoy moved on again.

Ye Xuan was a little confused. These people had different numbers of magic patterns, and they appeared in different places. But after he transformed, he had two magic patterns on his face, one symmetrical on each side.

"Looking at the appearance of these people, it is obvious that the more magic patterns they have, the higher their status. It's strange. I have also swallowed a lot of magic blood, but am I not as good as them?" Ye Xuan thought to himself.

He had captured a piece of information before, the magic pattern awakening. Could it be that the magic pattern is similar to the martial spirit, and both need to be awakened? The more magic patterns there are, the higher the level.

……

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

But he still lay motionless on the animal cart.

Those guys didn't even give him food, which shows their discrimination against "pure" humans like Ye Xuan.

Of course, he doesn't need to.

Another day later, a holy force finally appeared in Ye Xuan's sea of ​​energy, and he felt completely relieved.

With this holy power, he could barely activate his martial soul, martial arts, and various combat skills.

Not long after he recovered his holy power, he heard the voices of the knights talking:
"Damn it, what a useless slave. I have only dragged the supreme body of the Demon Envoy for three days and I am already dead from exhaustion."

"Well, this is normal. Although the Demon Envoy has passed away and has completely entered the arms of the Demon God, his body weighs thousands of pounds. This lowly slave is only at the True Spirit Realm. It's already good enough for him to pull the coffin for three days."

"What should we do now? Should we go and pull the coffin?"

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

……

After a moment, a pockmarked woman with a magic pattern on her face, with a fat body and a cold face, walked to Ye Xuan's beast rack and shouted, "Damn slave, how is your body recovering? Don't pretend to be dead. Get up quickly and pull the coffin."

She was talking to Ye Xuan.

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

Seeing the iron chain in her hand, she was eager to try, as if she would pull it off if she said she couldn't pull it the next moment.

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

Having said that, Ye Xuan jumped out of the car and walked to the back.

The woman with pockmarked face stood there in a daze. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but when the other party just took a look at her, she actually felt a chill in her heart.

Could it be that he is a hidden powerful slave?
But there is no reason. Even if he has recovered a little now, it is impossible for him to pull the coffin.

The pockmarked woman with a magic pattern shook her head, thinking that she was wrong. In the demon world, pulling coffins was considered the lowest and most humble job, especially those stubborn slave masters, who would never do such a thing.

But when she thought of Ye Xuan's bright and deep eyes, the woman with the pockmarked face with magic patterns began to feel her heart skip a beat.

"What beautiful eyes, could it be that I am aroused..." She suddenly thought to herself, her plump body trembled, and then she sneered in contempt.

Her body was to be offered to the Lord Demon, and yet this bitch wanted to get her hands on it.

"Hmph, even if you compliment my beauty, I will turn my back on you." The woman sneered.

Ye Xuan arrived in front of a black iron coffin. The coffin was three meters long and half a meter wide, with seven magic patterns painted on it.

There are ten coffins like this in this team. Each coffin has a magic pattern mark on it. The number varies, and the most has eight magic patterns.

The soul in Ye Xuan's eyes flashed for a moment and then disappeared, but in this instant, he had seen the body of a skinny old man lying in the coffin, with seven magic patterns on his face.

Where are these bodies taken?

Ye Xuan was a little curious.

“Tsk tsk, even though he’s dead, the little demonic blood in his body can’t be wasted.” Ye Xuan smiled in his heart.

He is currently seriously lacking in essence and blood, so this is a good opportunity to replenish it.

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

But no one saw that in the black iron coffin pulled by Ye Xuan, a dark vortex appeared and enveloped the body of the old man with seven magic patterns.

After a few breaths, one of the magic patterns on the old man's face disappeared, and as time went by, the magic patterns on his face disappeared one by one, and finally disappeared completely.

Ye Xuan let out a light breath, his face turned slightly red, and then returned to normal.

He stopped the devouring technique. This moment of technique was enough for him to recover for several days. The only pity was that the demon blood in the old man's body was too scarce and not pure enough. It only restored less than one percent of his lost blood essence.

It seems that I need to find some time to absorb the demonic blood from the bodies in the other coffins.

"I have done another good thing and allowed you to return to the embrace of the human race."

Ye Xuan looked at the knights in front of him again. Although their magic blood was meager, it was also nutrients.

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

The knights in front suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. They were all confused and thought they were wrong.

Ye Xuan sucked away all the demonic blood of the old man in his coffin, and the weight of pulling the coffin suddenly decreased. The original weight of ten thousand pounds was nothing to his injured body, but now it was less than a thousand pounds, so it felt light and fluttery.

Beside him, a big man with eight magic patterns said, "Little brother, what's your name? If you can't pull it anymore, be sure to tell me and I will help you share the burden."

Ye Xuan looked at the big man, who looked to be in his forties. His cultivation was at the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm. There was a long scar between his eyebrows, and he looked a bit fierce.

But Ye Xuan would not judge a person by his appearance. He was a little suspicious and said, "Uncle, with your cultivation level, why don't you resist?"

You know, the highest level of cultivation among those knights is only the early ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm, and that is the knight with four magic patterns.

"Shut up! Don't you want to live?" The big man was shocked when he heard Ye Xuan's words and shouted in a low voice.

Then, with a wry smile on his face, he transmitted his voice, "Do you think I don't want to resist? But this area is under the jurisdiction of the Chi Mo Tribe. There are too many masters in the Chi Mo Tribe. Not to mention me, even a saint can't resist, let alone escape from this area. Moreover, my family is here..."

(End of this chapter)