Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 668: Terrifying Holy Might

This time even Nangong Yan couldn't stand it anymore. She said angrily, "Ye Xuan, although the White Tiger Holy Blood is nothing to you now, it is a priceless treasure based on your cultivation a few years ago..."

Ye Xuan waved his hand and interrupted the woman again, "Why are you so angry? I'm just joking with you. I'll give you half the price, 50,000 mid-level Yuanshi each."

Yunxiao Zong and others were speechless. It turned out that this kid was playing a trick on them before. However, they were still happy that the Yuanshi was reduced by half in one go.

Ye Xuan wondered if he had been in contact with Bai Feng too much and had been infected with the attributes of a swordsman.

The leader of the Yunxiao Sect paid one million intermediate-level Yuanshi and was sent into the formation gate by Ye Xuan.

After that, many people came forward to trade with Ye Xuan, but Ye Xuan did not reduce the price by a single Yuan Shi, which made everyone helpless. Ye Xuan was too ruthless in doing business.

After Ye Xuan sent hundreds of warriors into the formation gate, he did not accept the Yuanshi from other warriors, but said to the three women of Yingwu, "We will enter this time."

The passage of the formation gate opened again, Ye Xuan hugged the three women tightly, entered the formation gate and disappeared.

The venomous snake lady had recovered a lot from her injuries. When she saw Ye Xuan coming in, she couldn't help but sigh.

If I had known this would happen, I would have given them some Yuanshi at the beginning and let this young man take them in.

In the crowd, several female cultivators from the Fairy Phoenix Palace were talking in low voices:
"Elder Qin, please inform the Palace Master."

"Don't worry, Saint, the Palace Master and other sects' Martial Emperors have arrived quickly."

"Good! This Ye Xuan has repeatedly ruined the good deeds of several major sects. This time, this ancient cave will be his burial place!"

"Well, several major sects have issued a Beiming killing order against Ye Xuan. He dared to show off everywhere so blatantly. This time he will definitely die. By the way, the young master of the Ye family in the Central Region has already entered the ancient cave. I wonder if he will meet Ye Xuan?"

"Haha, it would be much easier if they met. With the methods used by that young master, Ye Xuan would die miserably."

"It's hard to say. Ye Xuan's fighting ability is unfathomable. He is far from being as simple as he appears to be. I'm afraid it will be a clash of the strong!"

Several female cultivators were discussing in low voices. At the same time, another warrior came to the gate of the formation and tried to open the space channel.

……

Thousands of miles away, somewhere.

"Ah~!" A scream echoed throughout the mountains.

In a dense forest, a burly man in black robe was killing crazily.

In front of the burly man in black robe, five figures were fleeing for their lives, and the one fleeing in the front was none other than Zhenhua, who was at the Martial Emperor level.

His eyes were full of panic. Even though he had the cultivation level of a Martial Emperor, Zhenhua was still terrified when facing the holy corpse behind him.

Behind Zhenhua, a woman who also had the cultivation base of the middle stage of the Martial Emperor Realm, was running away with disheveled hair and tattered palace robes.

After a warrior advances to the Martial Emperor, the martial arts level division is different from the previous one. After the Martial Emperor realm, there are no nine levels, but four small realms: early, middle, late, and great perfection.

The holy corpse let out a terrifying howl, stretched out its hand, suddenly grabbed the last figure running, and squeezed it hard.

"Bang!" A gray-robed old man in the early stage of Martial Emperor realm was crushed like a tomato by the holy corpse that was already five meters in size, with blood flowing out from between his fingers.

powerful!
too strong!
The power of the saint was so terrifying that even though the gray-robed old man was once a reclusive old monster, he had no power to resist the saint and was easily crushed to death.

The four warriors fleeing in front were all extremely powerful warriors at the Martial Emperor level. They also had a tacit understanding and actually launched several attacks together to hit the terrifying holy corpse chasing behind them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Ice arrows, flames, lightning, all kinds of lights flashed continuously, but soon, a thick arm stretched out from the explosion and with a fierce stir, all the attacks were destroyed.

The holy corpse is extremely fast, ferocious and ghostly.

He flew directly to the two strong men who were lagging behind and grabbed one with each hand.

"Senior Sister Zhao, save me!"

"what!"

Two screams were heard, but Zhenhua and the woman surnamed Zhao in front seemed not to hear them. They continued to run away, fleeing towards the distant sky.

Soon, one was fleeing and the other was chasing, and they flew thousands of miles away, but Zhenhua and the woman surnamed Zhao looked more and more ugly.

The speed of the holy corpse is extremely terrifying.

The two men tried desperately to escape, but they couldn't catch him at all, and he was getting closer and closer.

"Including them, the Saint Corpse should have devoured ten Martial Emperors, hehe, devour them like crazy..."

Ying Zetian sat on the left shoulder of the holy corpse, with a grim expression, and smiled.

Not long after they flew away, they found themselves in a valley.

"Ahem!" A blood-haired young man crawled out from a pile of rubble and looked in the direction of the holy corpse with a surprised expression.

Of course he is Zhang Ruochen.

The scene of the Saint Corpse destroying the attacks with a wave of his hand kept flashing through his mind, and Zhang Ruochen took a breath of cold air.

Just now, because he had concealed his energy and life breath, the holy corpse did not notice it. He would not be stupid enough to use his perception to detect it and expose himself!

But he saw that the corpse was becoming stronger rapidly!

To be more precise, it should be the extremely fast recovery of strength!

"Such a strong blood energy. It seems that Ying Zetian has completely become a blood slave." Zhang Ruochen murmured, his face becoming even gloomier.

In the distant sky, Zhenhua and the Empress Zhao were still fleeing desperately.

At this moment, in the perception of the two, the holy corpse chasing behind them suddenly disappeared with a flash of golden light.

The two were startled and suddenly stopped flying. The next moment, the holy corpse appeared in front of them.

"I wonder where you can escape to?" The Holy Corpse sneered, seeming to be even more popular. The tyrannical feeling from before was completely gone, but the pressure on the two was even greater!

Zhenhua and the woman surnamed Zhao glared at each other. The female emperor surnamed Zhao was so anxious that she raised her sleeves and a white flying knife shot out.

The flying knife kept trembling in the void, and the spiritual patterns on its surface kept flashing.

A dragon roar was heard that resounded through the sky!
After the flying knife flashed white light, it turned into a white ice dragon, about tens of feet long. The crystal scales on its body reflected the dazzling white clouds. The emerald green light kept flowing in its two eyes, and its four huge claws were in the shape of curved hooks, looking extremely sharp.

"go!"

The empress gave a delicate shout, and the pilgrim corpse pointed into the air.

The white ice dragon circled in the air and then pounced on the pilgrim's corpse, spitting out white flames from its mouth.

Zhenhua also roared, and his fists repeatedly sent out fist shadows all over the sky, bombarding the holy corpse.

The holy corpse still had no intention of dodging and just punched out with his right hand.

There was a "boom".

The white ice dragon let out a wail, and the scales on its body shattered into pieces in the golden fist light and disappeared into thin air.

And the fist shadows in the sky that were powerful enough to shatter mountains were all shattered by a single punch!
The woman surnamed Zhao and the two Martial Emperors Zhenhua felt desperate for a moment, but then they turned around and fled again.

They have been able to cultivate to this level today, and their desire to survive is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Although they were shocked to discover that the holy corpse was constantly recovering its holy power, causing the pressure on the two to increase rapidly, they had also lived for thousands of years and experienced countless life-and-death battles.

Even if there is a glimmer of hope, they will never give up.

"puff!"

"what!!"

But suddenly, Zhenhua felt a pain in his chest, and a golden hand instantly pierced through his body!

(End of this chapter)