The moment Ye Xuan was swallowed by the demonic energy of the Death Scroll, he was completely unaware. He had been immersed in the artistic conception of the extreme speed and jumped towards the jungle in an extraordinary way.
It was not until the moment his body was swallowed by the death scroll and suddenly rose to the sky that he came back to his senses from that artistic conception.
"What's going on?"
He was extremely surprised, and the surroundings were pitch black, and the demonic energy of death was permeated. He was swirled by a strange force, as if flying in the sky. A huge mouth opened his mouth in the demonic energy of death, eager to swallow him up. However, he was isolated from a foot away by a divine holy aura, and he was in this holy aura at this moment.
After a brief contemplation and observation, he understood everything.
He cursed angrily: "Damn! This is the death scroll of the bastard of the Ninth Young Master of the Du family. He must have used a more vicious method to try to swallow me. Damn it! Wait, Du Shi family, I want to uproot you and kill the Du family members without leaving any armor."
He cursed happily, calmed down and observed the environment he was in.
This is a dark world, the air of death rolls, carrying him to fly quickly in one direction. There is a devouring force that constantly erodes his body, but is blocked by a divine airflow.
What protected me? He carefully investigated and made an extremely amazing discovery.
It turns out that this divine holy radiant energy comes from his body, and the source of the airflow is the wound of the two Moyun swords.
It was the blood that overflowed from his back that, after a magical change, that turned into a holy air shield, protecting him from being swallowed by the scroll of death.
This shocked him a little. What secret does his body have that he didn't know about, and that he could protect him in such extremely dangerous situations? He was extremely intelligent and thought of a possibility. That is, his blood is not mortal blood, and can compete with the Death Demon Qi, or in other words, it can restrain the Death Demon Qi.
What kind of blood is that? Divine blood?
Thinking of this moment, he bit his finger without hesitation and sprinkled a bunch of blood into the demonic energy of death outside the holy air shield.
An amazing thing happened. When his blood came into contact with the rolling demonic energy of death, it turned out to be extremely holy and emitted a brilliant light. The demonic energy of death actually retreated automatically at the moment when it came into contact with his blood and chose to avoid it from afar.
This made him extremely happy. If he had a good guess, his blood was a supreme precious blood, containing the breath of immortality, which could resist the erosion of death power.
He had such a bold idea, which was entirely derived from his life experience. Because the blood of ordinary people cannot be so strong, what makes him different from ordinary people is his birth process, in addition to the natural imperial body, it is his birth process. Although he does not know how he was born, whether he has parents, and who are his parents? But he knows that he was born from the ancient ruins. This is enough, which shows that his body must be extraordinary. In addition to being an imperial body, there are many secrets he does not know.
He threw his blood towards the Death Demon Qi again. This time the blood volume was much larger than the last time. He wanted to try to break the control of the Death Scroll. But he was disappointed. Although his blood became crystal clear and bright at the moment when it came into contact with the Death Demon Qi, it could not break the control of the Death Demon Qi.
Although this disappointed him a little, he felt relieved in an instant. He was eager for too much. It was a great blessing for his blood to protect him from the scroll of death, so why bother to ask for too much?
Since he would not be hurt by the Death Scroll, let it go. At present, he had no way to stop it. He could only take one step at a time. He wanted to see where the Death Scroll would take him.
He let the death scroll carry it and flew quickly for several hours before he felt it had a sign of stopping.
"Did you get to the place?"
He murmured to himself, enduring the arrow wound on his back, and held two steel scimitars in his hand, fearing that a sudden danger would come. As he expected, the death scroll stopped flying and suddenly began to fall down.
At this moment, he suddenly felt an extremely huge force below, as if it was coming from the Jiuyou Underworld. The mighty and terrifying aura of death made him feel powerless.
The terrifying energy surged up like a tsunami, fluctuating everywhere, extremely vast and terrifying. He was surrounded by the demonic energy of the death scroll, but he could hear the sound of rocks constantly blasting, and trees turning into dust like bubbles in an instant.
He felt horrified and his expression became extremely solemn. But he heard the sound of explosions one after another, as if the world was about to collapse. Just as he was shocked and suspicious, a terrifying roar suddenly sounded, and a overwhelming force rushed towards him and swept over, but he heard the thunder, and it seemed that billions of evil ghosts were crying.