The Beasts of Dou Po are boiling

Chapter 265 It's Just a Remnant Soul

Looking at Yao Ming who was practicing, the senior officials of Jiuyou's Ming Python watched intently.

After swallowing the Bloodline Pill, Yaoming entered the cultivation state.

Three days have passed now, and his aura has reached the level of a three-star fighting saint.

After reaching the strength of three-star fighting saint, he stopped practicing.

In order to break through the four-star Dou Sheng, he still needs to stabilize the strength in his body.

After all, he just broke through, and he still needs some time to stabilize.

"From today onwards, the Nine Nether Land Python Clan will seal Chen Xuan as the master, and anyone who disagrees will be killed without forgiveness," Yao Ming said with a dignified expression as he looked around at the elders of the various tribes present.

All the elders were in an uproar when they heard the news announced by Yaoming.

Everyone dare not show their anger, you can't make up your mind when you look at me and I look at you.

Chen Xuan's strength is obvious to all.

In addition, Yao Ming is now the patriarch of the Nine Nether Land Python Clan, no one dares to disobey his orders.

"Xiaotian swears to follow the young master to the death"

Yao Xiaotian spoke his mind at this moment.

Following his statement, the Great Elder immediately expressed his position.

The two were completely loyal to Chen Xuan, so naturally they would not have any objections.

Seeing the two express their opinions, the elders of the various tribes of the Nine Nether Land Python expressed their opinions one after another.

Some tribal elders made a statement, while the remaining tribal elders could only express their opinion and follow.

"With me as the master, I will naturally not treat you Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan badly." Chen Xuan smiled slightly: "From now on, members of the Nine Nether Underworld Python's direct lineage, whose strength reaches Dou Zong, can get a Bloodline Pill."

"Of course, if each tribe can make enough contributions to me, after evaluation, they can also get rewards of Bloodline Pill or Saint Yuan Pill."

Chen Xuan then told the tribal leaders about the conditions for rewards.

At least he wanted to let these guys know that following him, Chen Xuan, would definitely be beneficial, and there would never be any good or bad.

Everyone was very excited when they heard Chen Xuan's promise.

In this way, Feng Chenxuan is the master, and they can get huge benefits, why not do it?

"Young Master, I wonder if you have heard of the Demon Sage of the Underworld?" Yao Ming asked at this time.

"Yellow Saint?" Chen Xuan shook his head slightly, expressing his incomprehension.

"In ancient times, the Demon Sage of Huangquan was a powerhouse who had stepped half of his foot into the level of Emperor Dou." Yao Ming said, "This Demon Sage of Huangquan has a lot of connection with my Nine Nether Land Python Clan."

"When the demon saint of Huangquan fell, the inheritance left by him has long since dissipated over the years."

"However, among my Nine Serenity Underworld Python clan, there is a Netherworld stele, which has been handed down from ancient times. In this Netherworld stele, it records what the Netherworld Demon Saint has learned all his life. It is said that in the depths of the stele, there are still Netherworld demon Holy blood..."

Chen Xuan's eyes lit up: "Blood essence?"

Chen Xuan's heart was moved when he heard that the stele contained the blood essence left by the demon sage of Huangquan.

Because he knows that a strong man who has stepped half a foot into the level of Doudi has reached the point of merit and good fortune.

For a strong person who has reached this level, the blood in the body can gradually mutate.

As long as he can take the last step, his descendants can enjoy the power of blood and be protected by EMI.

In this way, an ancient race will be born.

"In addition to the blood essence of Huangquan Yaosheng, there is also a high-level heaven-level fighting skill created by Huangquan Yaosheng, Huangquan Sky Fury." Yao Ming laughed: "This fighting technique is the famous fighting skill of Huangquan Yaosheng. Powerful"

It also contains a high-level heavenly fighting skill, which makes Chen Xuan's heart warm.

If he can obtain the inheritance of the Demon Saint of Yellow Springs, then his strength can be improved again.

"Since there is a collection, I will naturally not be polite." Chen Xuan said with a smile: "You take me there, I will accept the collection of the demon saint of Huangquan"

Yaoming nodded, and then led Chen Xuan towards the stele of Huangquan.

Others waited quietly outside Jiuyou Huangquan.

After about ten minutes, Chen Xuan followed Yaoming to an ancient altar.

This altar is extremely magnificent, and it is completely made of cyan boulders.

Standing on the top of the altar, it is enough to overlook some towering peaks around.

In the central position, a huge pale yellow stone tablet about [-] feet long stands silently here, and an atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes pervades, making people feel like there is an artistic conception that will last forever.

There are many strange runes engraved on the stone tablet, and there are strange lights flickering faintly.

On that stone tablet, engraved with a huge finger and a palm print half a zhang deep, strange information emanated from it.

Yaoming first saluted solemnly in front of the stele, then slowly backed away, looking at Chen Xuan: "This is the stele of the underworld of my Nine Nether Land Mang Clan, and the inheritance of the demon sage of the underworld is inside the stele."

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, approaching the Infernal Stone Tablet, he could feel an extremely tyrannical soul coercion.

"Tsk tsk, just a trace of a remnant soul can possess such a fierce coercion. I really don't know what kind of terrifying level the strength will reach in the heyday of the Underworld Demon Saint?" Chen Xuan smacked his lips.

Stare at Yaoming, don't let anyone come and disturb you during this time.

Next, he will start to obtain the inheritance of Huangquan Demon Saint.

Ever since he got the three thousand flames, Chen Xuan's soul has reached a tyrannical state under the tempering of the different fires.

With his current soul strength, at least he is in the middle stage of the heaven realm.

His body trembled slightly, and immediately an illusory figure stepped out from between his eyebrows, and finally hovered in front of the stone tablet.

When his illusory figure collided with the stele, the surface of the stele rippled and fluctuated like a liquid.

At this moment, Chen Xuan's soul was swallowed by a force and disappeared into the distance.

"Boom"

Above the sky filled with ancient aura, thunder roared crazily like an angry dragon, shaking the world violently.

Looking at the strange space in front of him, Chen Xuan looked a little excited.

He walked towards the depths of the space, and with his steps, the thunder in the sky seemed to be drawn, bombarding him like a violent storm, with majestic momentum.

Chen Xuan looked calm, ignored these similarities, and walked towards the depths of the space step by step.

When those thunder and lightning came within twenty feet of Chen Xuan, they would be defeated by an invisible force.

Looking at this picture, Chen Xuan seemed to have a large protective shield.

As Chen Xuan continued to go deeper, a deep yellow cloud suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by an extremely strong wind, which suddenly tore apart the sky and the earth, and a huge finger came out and pressed down on him fiercely.

Chen Xuan sneered endlessly, his body and soul power exploded, and a huge finger was condensed from the soul power, facing the giant finger in the sky to meet it.

"bang"

The power of the two collided, and the space trembled slightly, but no huge explosion energy was produced.

Both disappear at the moment of contact.

Following the disappearance of the huge finger, a huge palm appeared like lightning, pressing down on Chen Xuan's head.

Chen Xuan's expression remained calm.

The thick soul power condensed into a giant palm, and with a firm grip, the huge fist was instantly crushed and exploded.

"Hmph, you're a little trick, and you want to defeat me too, just dreaming," Chen Xuan sneered.

As Chen Xuan's words fell, a mountain peak in the distance suddenly broke through the ground, rose from the ground, and finally stood tall.

On the top of the mountain, a figure in a yellow robe sat upright, and an aura that made the world tremble slowly spread from him.

"Junior, this is not the place you should come." The voice of the figure entered Chen Xuan's ears with a sense of coercion, causing ripples.

"It's just a trace of a remnant soul, what kind of storm can it cause?" The corners of Chen Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, showing a mocking expression.

(End of this chapter)