It was like countless rivers tumbling in his body. The only primordial energy and demonic energy left in his body were no longer controlled. However, Chu Haiyu could not sense the pain. The only thing that made him angry and crazy was that he actually felt his body. The blood energy contained in the most powerful martial arts body is rapidly dissipating and losing.
Could it be that he is really devouring his own martial arts?
Chu Haiyu recalled it, and an endless fear appeared in her horror.
How is that possible?
I have never heard of any secret technique that can devour martial arts.
Not to mention the power of righteousness, even these demon sect warriors who are famous for killing have never seen this strange method in the classics.
How could Ye Feng be? Is Ye Feng still a human?
"You...who are you?!"
"Who am I? Aren't you the little warrior of Wanjue Sect you have always wanted to kill?"
After absorbing the blood abilities of Chu Haiyu's body that belonged to the "black scale body", "Ye Feng" nodded with satisfaction, and a creepy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This smile made Chu Haiyu's heart suddenly shake, and another chill rose from the bottom of her heart.
At this time, the demon son of the Demon Yuan Sect had broken his martial body, and the black scales and broken horns on the surface of his body had quietly dissipated, causing him to return to his original red hair.
However, after spewing out a mouthful of essence and blood, his breath was so weak that it became countless times. The passing of his martial body made Chu Haiyu's already seriously injured his body, and even more injured.
"My sister will take this kid's life for you? Anyway, he has always wanted to kill you, so I will completely solve this problem for you."
"Your real combat power is far from his opponent, and my sister cannot come forward often..."
Fantasy Dance Fairy Girl said in a delicate and charming voice. While Ye Feng sighed that the spirit demon was powerful, he couldn't help but feel a little pleasure in his heart.
He massacred 100,000 ordinary people just to improve his cultivation. Now he finally suffered from his own consequences.
"Then I'll thank Sister Huanwu."
After receiving Ye Feng's affirmative reply, he carried Chu Haiyu's fantasy dance demon girl and squinted her eyes slightly revealed a faint murderous intent, which made Chu Haiyu's heart completely sink.
Perhaps there is a life-saving thing given to him by the Sect Master of the Demon Yuan Sect in his storage ring, but his opponent is incredibly powerful and can even explode the crack in the void.
Moreover, Chu Haiyu was too weak at this time and everything was under control. She could not even do a simple thing like mobilizing Yuanli.
At this time, he had become a lamb to be slaughtered.
"call out!"
"Ye Feng" nodded slowly, and a gray energy burst out from his hand.
Seeing that Chu Haiyu was about to die and was completely wiped out, suddenly, Huanwu Yaomei exclaimed and suddenly raised her head.
I saw a very thick and black demonic energy whistling from the clouds and shooting fiercely at the position where Ye Feng was standing. The fluctuations of the Yuan power emitted from the black light ball were even the late-stage power of the ordinary king realm. It's hard to match it.
"A evil beast! How dare you harm the life of the demon son of this sect? You can't die quickly!"
The shocking shout suddenly resounded. Before the sound had dissipated, a figure appeared out of thin air, and a powerful wave of demonic energy swept across the entire Tianzheng City, causing the royal elders in the sky to be among the kingly realm elders in the sky. The battle was forced to stop.
The Sky-Breaking Spear Array that Wang Po used to inspire was instantly broken by the person who came to him with a sudden shout, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the seriously injured Wang Po's mouth.
"Great Elder?!"
After feeling the familiar wave of demonic energy, the two Soul-Devouring Elders suddenly spoke up in surprise. Then the two of them turned around with respectful expressions, facing the figure above, with their other groups of demon sect warriors.
Bow and salute.
Looking at the black shadows that suddenly appeared in the sky, Wang Po, Duan Tianming and others' expressions changed drastically, and waves of despair filled their hearts.
The black shadow was an old man in a black robe.
This person has white silver hair, long beard and chest. On his face, which should have looked kind, he has a huge eagle-grown nose that has broken his balance. Especially, there is a pair of cold and emotional fluctuations in this person's eyes.
His dark pupils were filled with a deep and mysterious aura, which made people look at him and never want to take a second look.
He is the great elder of the Demon Yuan Sect, Moteng.
Cultivation is at the peak of the late stage of the King Realm!
A truly strong man at the top of the pyramid of the Yuanwu Continent!
Moteng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a powerful spiritual power emanated from him, instantly sweeping across the entire battlefield. After a while, his face was gloomy and he looked at the respectful Soul-Devouring Old Masters on the side with an angry look on his face.
"Nearly 400 elite disciples of the eight sects of the Demon Sect and more than 20 elders of the King Realm set up a net of heaven and earth, and intercepted only six holy land forces on the right path, but they were killed so that only 20 or 30 people were left? Yanghun Yinhun,
You two are really doing pretty things..."
This time, the operation to intercept the forces of the righteous sacred land in Tianzheng City was led by the Demon Yuan Sect. Now the casualties of various sects of the Demon Sect are beyond expectations. The Moon Demon Sect, the Soul Palace, the Soul Blood Palace and other sects have been further improved.
It was almost wiped out by the entire army. If such a battle record was passed back to the Demon Sect, how could the Demon Yuan Sect convince the public?
How could the other sect miss the great opportunity to impeach the Demon Yuan Sect?
It is even possible that the leadership position among the eight major branches will be unstable.
When the elder Moteng cursed in anger, the two soul-devouring elders suddenly looked tragic. However, they did not dare to refute Moteng's words at all, and could only bow their heads silently.
"You two, after returning to the sect, go to the punishment hall to receive a punishment for one month!"
The Great Elder Moteng's eyes seemed to be nothing, and he did not take Wang Po, Duan Tianming, Pudu and others to heart.
The cultivation level is really too different.
At the king's realm, every small difference is a world of difference. A powerful master as rare as Wang Po can only match the middle stage of the king's realm at most.
Moteng, who is at the peak of the late stage of the King Realm, can control the life and death of anyone in the Tianbin City with his backhand. No wonder he automatically ignored the others.
...
Below the battlefield, Fantasy Dance Demon Girl was cautiously manipulating Ye Feng's body after facing the black demonic attack released by Moteng.
A ball of gray energy gushed out, and the Nine Jue Heavenly Monument suddenly increased, blocking the invasion of demonic energy, protecting Ye Feng's body, and resisting the random attack inspired by Moteng.
But in front of Moteng, Ye Feng, possessed by Fantasy Dance Demon, could only protect himself.
In the blink of an eye, the demon Chu Haiyu, who was originally going to be killed by him, had already fallen into Moteng's hands and was rescued by him.
“Huh?”
Seeing that the demonic energy he released was blocked by a fourth-level warrior of the virtual realm, Moteng, the great elder of the Demon Yuan Sect, was filled with surprise and strangeness.
Although it is just a random attack, this attack will never exceed three or four people next time.
This kid really surprised him.
After the divine light locked on Ye Feng, a trace of curiosity appeared in Moteng's eyes like a god of death...