Chapter 401

Ye Chen looked back and Han Feng caught up again. Two blood slaves were beside him, full of blood and sending out rolling killing intention.

"These guys are really difficult to deal with." Ye Chen whispered in his heart. He turned to look at Liu Muyun, but saw that her face became extremely pale and her breath was weak, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"What's the matter with you?" Ye Chen asked anxiously. At the same time, he found that the dark moon sword had become extremely dim and the sword's awn could not disappear.

"The moon god's blood seal is a soul formula sealed in the dark moon sword. With my current strength, I can only cast it once, and my body will become very tired after casting it." Liu Muyun's tone was helpless.

She didn't expect that the strength of blood slaves would be so strong. A moon god blood seal just killed a blood slave. The magic power of blood clan is so strange and terrible.

"Hold on, we're almost to the transfer point."

In the distance, a high slope appeared in Ye Chen's vision and was about to arrive. As long as they reached the transmission point and opened the transmission array with a token, they could go out at any time.

Their bodies flashed rapidly, and their eyes were full of strong hope.

"Go!"

Suddenly, a cold sound came out of Han Feng's mouth. The blood awn all over the sky condensed into a palm print, covering the whole high slope from top to bottom and pressing against Ye Chen.

"Ode to the moon god!"

A soft moonlight appeared in the void, bombarded with the bloody palm shadow, and burst in an instant. Liu Muyun gave a groan of pain, hit his body on the ground and completely fainted.

"Sister Muyun!" Ye Chen immediately fell beside her, his eyes coagulated, and several blood marks appeared on Liu Muyun's body. The blood marks wriggled like maggots, as if he wanted to erode her body.

"This is one of the secrets of the blood clan. If the blood mark is not destroyed, her flesh and blood will gradually corrode and finally turn into a white bone. However, you don't have to worry. Liu Muyun is the saint of the moon god clan and has the protection of the moon god. This blood mark can't help her."

Han Feng's voice fell, and the blood stain really began to dissipate. Liu Muyun's breath became uniform again, but he simply fell into a coma, which didn't matter.

Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, looked at Han Feng gloomily, and said, "who are you? How can you know about the holy family?"

"As I said, I come from the blood clan and naturally know about the holy clan." Han Feng shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "don't you know that in ancient times, the holy clan and the blood clan were allies, and the ancient war was caused by the two races."

Ye Chen was slightly stunned. Are the Holy Family and blood family allies? And the culprit of the ancient war?

"It seems that you haven't fully accepted the inheritance of the holy family. Otherwise, you won't become so embarrassed today. It's a pity that after today, you will become my blood slave. You have no wisdom and completely submit to my blood slave."

With a light finger, the two blood slaves strode out. The blood awn seemed endless and powerful. The surrounding spirit beasts contacted the slightest, immediately issued bursts of wailing and died on the spot.

Step on the snow without trace!

The footsteps are like wind and magic. Ye Chen's body moves backward and constantly avoids the attack of blood slaves, but the other party is a blood slave. He has no real yuan and no flesh and blood. He won't feel tired at all.

Two, one chase, one escape.

The whole space was full of scattered figures, which made Han Feng show a satisfied smile on his face. In his heart, he wanted to refine Ye Chen into a blood slave. He was excited when he thought about it.

"No, if it goes on like this, it will only be consumed by them." Ye Chen has a sense of fatigue in his body, and his mind is greatly wasted after a long time of flying.

He looked at the two blood slaves, and his eyes suddenly coagulated.

On the blood slave, there are still valuable scars left. Although there is no blood, the misty light in the scars makes Ye Chen feel familiar.

It's it!

A light suddenly flashed in Ye Chen's brain.

His figure flickered continuously, avoided the attack of blood slaves, fell to the ground, his hands hung down and looked directly at Han Feng.

"May I ask a question?" Ye Chen suddenly opened his mouth and let Han Feng frown tightly, but soon, he showed a faint smile and replied, "ask."

This is the depths of the Jiuyang mountains. There are few people here, and his strength is far better than ye Chen. Han Feng has had a fun mentality from the beginning to now.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, looked at the two blood slaves and said, "sister Muyun once said that the so-called blood slave is to use some secret method to completely refine the blood in the human body, and then engrave the soul brand to make it a flesh and blood puppet. The misty white light emitted from the two blood slaves is the power of the soul."

"You're right. It's really the power of the soul." Han Feng replied directly.

"In that case, the reason why the blood slave is not afraid of anything is that it has no flesh and blood, but depends on the soul brand for a living. The reason why the third blood slave dies is that the moon god's blood mark is a soul formula, which destroys the soul with the soul, completely breaks the soul brand, and the blood clan secret law will not be broken."

When ye Chen spoke, his eyes were sharp and pearly, which made Han Feng's body begin to tremble. Ye Chen's observation was amazing. He said everything without error.

The moon god's blood seal is indeed a soul formula.

It is precisely because it smashes the soul brand in the blood slave's body that it can completely destroy the blood slave and turn it into a pool of blood.

Han Feng looked at Ye Chen, took a few deep breaths, and said with a smile, "what do you know about this? With your current soul power, you can't show the soul formula at all. Even if you put on a fearless expression, you can't hide your inner fear."

"Oh? Really?"

Hearing the speech, ye Chen raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, full of coldness and ridicule.

In his hand, a black scroll suddenly appeared, a trace of soul force swept into it, and the deep dark light slowly bloomed in the void.

Han Feng looked at the dark light in front of him and was speechless for a long time.

Soul formula!

This dark light is not true yuan, but condensed by the power of soul. Ye Chen, he showed the soul formula and relied on the cultivation of the four heavy heaven of the true Tao.

There were bursts of hot colors on his face.

Han Feng just said that ye Chen couldn't show his soul formula. As soon as he finished speaking, ye Chen took action and slapped him in the face, which hit his arrogance.

"Soul eating sword!"

An extremely sharp breath came out. The dark light condensed into a long sword. The sword came out like a dragon and directly stabbed a blood slave's heart and turned it into a pool of blood.

Another blood slave, die!

Seeing this scene, Han Feng felt a burst of heartache.

Refining blood slaves is extremely difficult. Today, he lost two blood slaves because of his arrogance and arrogance, and because of his stupidity and contempt for the enemy, which made him very angry and his killing intention gushed out of his eyes.

"How dare you destroy my blood slave!"

Han Feng was angry.

He stepped out directly, covered the sky with his blood palm, and immediately killed Ye Chen in front of him. Just because of his towering killing intention, he tore the dark long sword into pieces. Han Feng, with his killing intention spreading all over, patted Ye Chen's heart directly. He wanted to kill Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's eyes are full of unwilling when he feels the boundless terrorist attack.

He stretched out his hands to disperse the killing intention in front of him, but there was a sense of delicacy. When he opened his eyes, there was hair flying in front of him.

Yes, it's hair, like snow.