Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Blood-Colored Child let out a loud shout.    

Three heads emerged from the dark river.    

An innocent Ye Feng, a scarred face and a one-eyed dragon appeared in front of Ge Biao and the blood-red child.    

It really wasn't Ye Feng's idea to come out.    

At this moment, the "Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele" on Ye Feng's back seemed to have undergone some unknown changes, as it actually emitted a faint light, attracting the rolling Devil Qi that came out of the blood-colored runes and Magic Formation.    

It was like a small whirlpool, causing a large amount of Devil Qi to rush into the stone monument. At the same time, a few tadpole-shaped ancient characters gradually appeared on the stone monument.    

How could this be?    

The weird scene in front of them caused even Blood-Colored Child to be stunned.    

But soon after, he became ecstatic.    

Without a doubt, the stone tablet on the boy's back was absorbing Devil Qi of its own accord.    

Only disciples with his identity and status would know that spirit artifacts that could automatically absorb Devil Qi were all considered peerless treasures, and in the Yuanwu Continent, they were extremely rare.    

Although he did not know what it was, his intuition told him that the stone tablet on the back of the Soul Essence Blood Hall was definitely not an ordinary object.    

Its value might even be far higher than that of the Blood Crystal that he painstakingly refined for five years with great accomplishment.    

"It's you guys? How could it be you three little fish? "God damn it, how the hell did you get in here?" Ge Biao recognized Ye Feng's group of three with a single glance. Towards people who had the guts to fight with him for the Devil Qi, Ge Biao naturally did not have a good expression on his face.    

He strode forward arrogantly and sent a slap towards Ye Feng.    

She treated Ye Feng like a little Martial Cultivator of the first stage of the Innate Realm.    

"It's none of your business how we got in here."    

Ye Feng let out a long laugh: "Ge Biao, I actually want to borrow your head for a while."    

As he spoke, his right index finger turned red like red-hot steel, and he pointed with his finger.    

A Flame Bomb shot out.    

Ge Biao's domineering looking claw instantly disappeared into nothingness. Ye Feng stomped his feet and activated the Ninth Heaven of Roc footwork, instantly crossing several tens of meters and arriving in front of Ge Biao in the blink of an eye. Clang!    

Then, he pointed his finger forward again.    

With just a light tap, this finger easily broke through Ge Biao's Armor of Elemental Qi. He simply had no time to retaliate, and could only move to the side and avoid the vital points on his chest.    

The violent force directly pierced a bloody hole in his left shoulder, causing blood to spurt out.    

Ge Biao, who was retreating in shock, exclaimed out loud: "Little brat, you, you're not at the first level of the Innate realm?"    

Ye Feng's mouth revealed a touch of ridicule, and laughed lightly: "When did I ever say I was at the first stage of the Innate realm?"    

After injuring Ge Biao with one strike, Ye Feng would not let him off, with the Moon-Burning Blade in his hand, he cut down fiercely.    

Ge Biao immediately used his spirit energy to resist, both fists continuously smashing out, with streams of spirit energy surging towards Ye Feng's blade, at the same time his figure retreated backwards.    

Unfortunately, Ye Feng's speed had far surpassed Ge Biao's. After catching up to him with a single step,'s long blade chopped down, causing him to let out a blood-curdling screech.    

Following the flash of another blade light, Ge Biao's head fell off from his neck, and along with the storage ring on his broken finger, it was kept by Ye Feng.    

Two knives.    

Just two slashes, and in the blink of an eye, they had already easily killed Ge Biao, and even made the Blood-Colored Child beside him not have enough time to save him.    

"Nine Void Stage Grandmaster, nine hundred ninety-nine Martial Cultivator's Blood Essence refining Blood Essence Stones? It looks like the whereabouts of hundreds, if not thousands of the Martial Cultivator in the Great Yan Province were unknown, and the main culprit would be you? "    

After killing Ge Biao, Ye Feng calmly looked at Blood-Colored Child. Not only was he not trembling like the scar-faced man and the one-eyed dragon beside him, there was not a hint of nervousness on his face.    

"Hmm? Innate Eighth Level? " The Blood-Colored Child in the air raised his eyebrows.    

His Innate Eighth Level cultivation level actually dared to speak to him like that, he really did not know how to write the word death.    

But he did not immediately take action. Instead, he stared at Ye Feng up and down with interest.    

There were many secrets on this youth.    

Without mentioning the strange stone tablet on his back that could absorb Devil Qi, just killing Ge Biao alone would catch his attention.    

There were not many people under the Emptiness Realm who could kill Ge Biao easily.    

Only the few outstanding disciples who came from the Holy Land Level s could have such strength.    

Moreover, if such a great power came out, there might even be true experts lurking in the shadows …    

Thinking about it, Blood-Colored Child's face became serious. He split out a part of his mental force and spread it out in all directions, covering the entire cave once, and then retracted it very quickly.    

Soon after, the strange child floating in the air began to laugh. As he laughed, a cruel and terrifying aura exploded.    

"Brat, you're the only one …" Hahahaha, are you here to deliver treasures for this emissary? With just a small Innate Eighth Level, you actually have the guts to face this emissary alone! "    

With Blood-Colored Child's strength, he could naturally see through Ye Feng's true cultivation.    

Yuanwu Continent, divine way seven sects. These seven major powers really did not put anyone else in their eyes, and actually sent a Innate Eighth Level little Martial Cultivator to their place to die?    

Blood-Colored Child naturally thought that Ye Feng was sent by his backers. However, the Blood Crystal was already complete and he would be leaving the Da Yan Kingdom soon, so he did not mind it much.    

Extending his scarlet tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, he had already treated Ye Feng as his own, and a strange smile appeared on his face. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and coldly said: "No matter who you are, obediently hand the stone tablet you're carrying over to this emissary. Then, you can die. "    

Ye Feng was startled.    

Just when the Blood-Colored Child was secretly pleased and thought that he had controlled Ye Feng's mind, he saw that Ye Feng's face revealed a trace of ridicule, and laughed lightly: "You might as well behave, and give me the thing that you just refined."    

A cold light flashed in Blood-Colored Child's eyes as he coldly spat out a few words: "Give me, kill him!"    

The ice-cold voice was like the muttering of a god of death that came from the depths of hell, and it carried an inexplicable power.    

The scarred face and one-eyed dragon beside Ye Feng shuddered after hearing this voice, and their eyes lost focus in an instant. After glancing at Ye Feng in a daze, they actually pushed themselves up with their hands at the same time, and rushed towards Ye Feng like a wild beast.    

"Heart Controlling Evil Technique?"    

Blood-Colored Child's evil technique was really strange, being able to control the minds of Innate Martial Cultivator s with no change in expression or expression.    

However, in order to let the one-eyed dragon and the scar-faced man with inferior cultivations kill him, he was underestimating him.