Primordial Devouring Technique

Chapter 145 Who is the blood eater?
"Tsk tsk, there is a blood food delivered to the door automatically?" The man with the scarred face full of blood at the head licked his lower lip and said with a sinister smile.

The other three bloody men in black robes also laughed sinisterly.

"Blood food?" Ye Xuan's face was calm, his eyes swept away, and he saw that the four bloody men in black robes were all at the Great Perfection of the True Yuan Realm.

Looking at the corpses on the ground around them, they were shrunken and withered to varying degrees.

"It turns out that it is cultivated by absorbing blood energy, but it makes people neither human nor ghost. It seems that the blood magic is not very good." Ye Xuan looked strange, as if he was talking to himself.

Ok?
When the blood and vigor four evil cultivators heard Ye Xuan's words, they were startled. They looked at each other, and then looked at Ye Xuan with extremely angry expressions.

They are all outer disciples of the Blood Fiend Church of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect, and they need to accumulate meritorious service in exchange for higher-level methods, and the skills practiced by the four demonic disciples are indeed not very advanced.

But from their point of view, the strength of their bloodline magic skills is not comparable to other orthodox skills.

The bloody man with the scarred face looked at Ye Xuan a few times, nodded, and said with a sneer, "Very well, your blood is much stronger than those of the same level. After absorbing your blood, my magic power will be even better." Floors!"

"Boy, don't resist, otherwise, you will die even more painfully! I am very interested in your brain!" Another man in black robe said with a ferocious smile on his face.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly when he heard what they said, but just stood there looking at the four of them, his face pondering.

"Senior brother, he seems to be a martial soul with pupils, please pluck out his eyeballs and leave them to me." The third black-robed evil cultivator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said again.

"Okay. Fourth brother, go and gouge out his eyes first." The scar-faced man in black robe nodded and said.

The few of them seemed to be discussing sharing Ye Xuan's body.

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked boy suddenly grinned, bared his teeth, and nodded fiercely. He already had a bloody dagger gleaming with cold light in his hand. His figure was like a wisp of smoke, and he swept across a distance of seven or eight feet in a flash, like a ghost. When he arrived in front of Ye Xuan, the short sword in his hand brought out a bloody light, and plucked out one of Ye Xuan's eyes.

This move was clean and neat, extremely beautiful, obviously this young blood cultivator has often gouged out people's eyes, and he has already mastered it.

but……

This time he gouged out the wrong object.

But hearing the sound of 'ding', the blood repair boy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks suddenly felt that the dagger in his hand was stuck by something, his heart was shocked, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face for a moment.

I saw that the white-clothed boy in front of him stretched out two fingers at some point, and his sword was caught between those two fingers.

The blood cultivator screamed strangely and tried his best to encourage his magic skills, but his battle swords were like copper cast iron, and he couldn't make any progress!

"This is impossible!" The monkey-cheeked boy with a sharp mouth screamed in shock. He is a magic cultivator who has completed the True Origin Realm, and his magic skills are far from comparable to ordinary skills or righteous skills. , as fast as the wind, how could it be blocked?

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked boy showed shock for a moment, his dagger was called 'Blood Sausage Sword', it cut iron like mud, and he was already a top-tier third-tier soldier, but the boy in front of him caught it with only two fingers!

How hard this boy's fingers must be!

At this moment, he saw the young and handsome young man in front of him suddenly bared his teeth and smiled at him, with a serious expression on his face, and said, "Since you like to gouge out people's eyes so much, then go ahead and gouge out people's eyes."

The blood-cultivating young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek suddenly felt his right hand tremble, and a force of incomparable resistance came, and his blood sausage sword was snatched away by the opponent. His left eye pierced through the back of his head, and the martial spirit in his head was pierced like a cat!
"You... ah!" The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked blood cultivator screamed, and fell back straight.

"Cut! Blood repair is no big deal!" Ye Xuan said disdainfully in a bad mood.

With his current cultivation base, although he is only at the eighth level of the True Yuan Realm, it is difficult for him to be at the ninth level of the True Yuan Realm.

"Fourth!"

The minds of the other three Demon Sect disciples suddenly trembled, with shock and anger in their eyes, they all looked at Ye Xuan, this young man killed the fourth child with every gesture, obviously he was definitely not an idle person, the scar-faced man said angrily "Who the hell are you? You know you've committed a catastrophe!"

"A disciple of Qingyun Valley." Ye Xuan took out a brocade handkerchief, and wiped the blood on his right hand in front of the three of them.

Such a scene made the three Demon Cult disciples stare sharply, feeling that Ye Xuan was rampant.

The scar-faced blood repaired his face with a stern look, and shouted, "The idea is piercing, let's go together, release the soul sword!"

Immediately, the blood was shining brightly, and a blood-colored martial soul sword appeared in the hand of the scar-faced man.

The blood light emitted by this soul sword is extremely dazzling, obviously its martial soul is not low in rank!
A series of faint blood-colored ripples rippled from the sword soul, instantly covering the scar-faced man in it, and the whole person seemed to be covered with a blood-colored halo, looking quite evil.

The scar-faced man settled down a bit. His martial spirit 'Xuan Sha Sword' is a primary martial soul of the Xuan rank, and the special defensive soul skill 'Blood Yin' possessed by it is not only amazing in protection, but also has blood evil Yin attached to it. Qi is extremely poisonous, as long as it touches even a little bit, it will definitely cause the opponent's body to fester and die!

but……

Just when he felt a little relieved, he found that the weird young man was in a series of afterimages in a single step, and in an instant, he came to him, and he regarded his defensive soul skill 'Blood Yin' as nothing, The five fingers were like claws, grabbing towards the bloody mask.

With an ear-piercing sound of 'stab', the 'Blood Yin' defensive cover was like paper, and Ye Xuan directly scratched through it, but it couldn't stop him from attacking at all.

The scar-faced man was terrified in his heart, he swung his sword and slashed at the boy's grasping hand while screaming without thinking.

"Ding!"

But his Wuhun sword seemed to have been chopped off by a piece of fine iron that lasted thousands of years, and it was suddenly bounced off by the black light in Ye Xuan's hand.

The scar-faced man was shocked, what kind of body-protection skill did this young man practice!
It was too late for him to dodge, but he felt a sudden tightness in his throat, and he was caught by the opponent's palm.

Just as he was about to struggle, he found that all the strength in his body disappeared in an instant, and even the vitality in his body became frozen, unable to function anymore.

And then, what made him even more horrified and inexplicable was...

There seemed to be an inexplicable suction in the hands of this white-clothed boy, and the essence and blood in his body were sucked away along the opponent's right hand like gurgling water.

"You...you are also... blood repair?" The scar-faced man was completely dumbfounded, his head went numb, and in a blink of an eye, one-tenth of his body's blood was lost.

"Boss!"

And the remaining two men who saw the scar-faced man were captured by Ye Xuan with only one move. In a panic, they urged their own martial soul swords with all their strength. It seemed that two blood-colored horses slashed at Ye Xuan with a sharp whistle.

There was a burst of blood dripping from the void where the two soul swords passed.

Ye Xuan looked at it, and let out a cold snort, "Pearls of rice grains also shine. Recently, I am very interested in flower arrangement, so I will use these two bachelors to make up for it."

With one hand, a pale silver strange python suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xuan. This strange mang had a solid and terrifying body. It was Ye Xuan's martial soul, 'Eight Desolation Thunder Jiao'.

But seeing this strange mang opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the two soul swords in one mouthful, and then the strange mang dissipated, and the two soul swords also disappeared out of thin air, apparently taken away by Ye Xuan .

"What???" The two Demon Cult disciples stared wide-eyed, looking at all this in disbelief. Their soul swords have the blood poison they cultivated. Dare to take it hard, how could it be taken away so easily by the other party?

"Ah! Run!"

Those two blood cultivators spat out blood one after another, their faces turned pale immediately, they knew that the young man in white was too powerful to be defeated by themselves and others, they all uttered screams, they didn't even care about their martial soul sword, Turn around and run away.

Their soul swords are divided into two halves using the secret method of the Demon Cult. Without one half, they can be condensed with the other half, and if their life is gone, everything will be over.

"Since you're here, why leave..."

A moon-colored hill suddenly landed from above the heads of the fleeing two people, and crashed down, smashing them into a pulp!

Died extremely simply, and did not feel pain!
"You...we are disciples of the Moon Worshiping Devil Sect, you let me go, or our Devil Sect won't let you go!"

The scar-faced man saw that Ye Xuan's attack was so powerful that he killed his juniors so easily, his whole body shivered.

Now he can only hope to deter the other party through the prestige of the Demon Cult and survive.

"You talk too much, but you still have a lot of blood in your body, but it's mixed enough, you can only be regarded as a low-grade blood pig!" Ye Xuan shook his head and said.

"What...!?" The scar-faced man's expression was shocked. He had always seen other warriors as blood-eating, but today...

At this moment, Ye Xuan suddenly smiled lightly at him, showing a devilish smile like hell, which made him feel cold all over his body, like falling into an ice cave.

"Swallow."

After uttering two words coldly, Ye Xuan's left hand was already on top of the man's head.

Immediately, the man let out a painful and shrill scream, only to feel that the essence and blood in his body became terribly drained at a frightening speed, being sucked away!
"Ah~~~~!"

(End of this chapter)