Chapter 731

A great war was fleeting, and the whole yaochi pool was quiet again. But the eyes of the ancestor of the Styx River flickered. He looked at Ye Xuan in surprise and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ben Zu underestimated you." The ancestor of Styx river was silent and suddenly spit out such a sentence.

"There are many people who look down on me and many people who are afraid of me. You are by no means one of them." Ye Xuan spoke quietly.

As a strong man among the quasi saints, the ancestor of Styx is by no means ordinary. Although he is arrogant, he is not ignorant. Ye Xuan didn't fight with him, not because he was afraid of him, but because he knew that even if they fought, there would be no result.

"Ye Xuan, you are qualified to be on an equal footing with my ancestors, but I have to remind you that you can't hold Hongmeng purple gas, which will only bring a life and death crisis to you and Tianting."

As soon as the old ancestor of the Styx stopped breathing, he strolled in front of Ye Xuan, looked directly at Ye Xuan's eyes and said in a deep voice: "you need to know that the ancient demon court was born, and the heaven court is the existence that the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Emperor Jun must eradicate. Not to mention the Hongmeng purple gas is in your hands. Neither the ancient demon court nor the witch family will let you go."

Looking at the solemn gesture of the old ancestor of the Styx River, ye Xuan frowned and said, "what do you want to say to me?"

"Give it to me, give me the Hongmeng purple Qi."

"You should know that I am transformed by the dark sea of blood. It is very difficult for anyone to kill me in this world. As long as I can incarnate as a saint, I can promise you to help you destroy the ancient demon court." The ancestor of the Styx River threw his voice and looked at Ye Xuan with great sincerity.

As the words of the old man of the Styx River fell, the white monk's face changed greatly, and he looked at the Styx river with great dignity, as if he had a new understanding of the old man of the Styx river.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in white slowly got up and was chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth. He looked at Ye Xuan solemnly.

"Taoist ye, I don't have too many sweet words. As long as Taoist friends give me Hongmeng purple gas, I will personally visit the ancient demon court and resolve the crisis of heaven."

Obviously, before the Tibetan king Bodhisattva left, he had thought very clearly. It was unrealistic to forcibly get Hongmeng purple gas from ye Xuan, and ye Xuan's biggest crisis at the moment was the ancient demon court, which he could only use as a bargaining chip in exchange with Ye Xuan.

At the moment, the two quasi saints have a sincere attitude, which is not to deceive Ye Xuan, but ye Xuan's lightness and lightness gives people a sense of tranquility.

Ye Xuan is silent, or thinking, which also makes the two quasi saints silent, waiting for ye Xuan's answer.

After dozens of breaths, ye Xuan finally looked up at them and said, "Hongmeng purple gas is really not in my hands. Please, two Taoist friends."

Ye Xuan directly ordered the two prospective saints to leave, which also made the two prospective saints extremely disappointed. The eyes looking at Ye Xuan were even more unwilling. However, in the face of Ye Xuan's cultivation, even if they wanted to force it, they might succeed.

"Ye Tiandi, I want to remind you that ten thousand years later, the ten thousand demon conference will be opened, and the ancient demon court will be in charge of the three realms. The two heavenly emperors of the demon family will not only destroy your heaven, but also ask you for the purple Qi in person. If ye Tiandi wants to get through this difficulty, only the poor monk can help you."

"Farewell!"

The monk in white folded his hands, which was obviously a time for ye Xuan to consider. He was the Tibetan king Bodhisattva. He not only had great magic power, but also was indeed an extremely difficult figure. He just didn't know how sure he could help Ye Xuan through the disaster.

As the monk in white left, the ancestor of Styx River sighed. He didn't say goodbye to Ye Xuan and directly wanted to leave the heaven. But he wouldn't give up and could only think of another way.

Looking at the back of the old ancestor of the Styx river who was about to leave, ye Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was hesitating, and then there was a color of determination in his eyes.

"Styx Taoist friend, stay."

Suddenly, ye Xuan whispered softly, and when he heard Ye Xuan's words, the ancestor of Styx looked stunned, and then his face looked back at Ye Xuan with ecstasy.

Wheeze!

A blood light was hit by Ye Xuan and directly shot at the ancestor of the Styx River, which also made the ancestor of the Styx river catch it easily. When he looked at the things in his hand, the whole person was suddenly stunned and directly dull on the spot.

"Ming River picture?"

The ancestor of Styx river suddenly looked at Ye Xuan word by word. His eyes suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes looked at Ye Xuan with great hostility.

"Where did you get it? Where is my bloody disciple now?" The voice of the ancestor of the Styx river was cold, only because this map of the Styx river was his thing. Although it was not a treasure, it represented his identity in the dark sea of blood, and it was also a keepsake he gave to Taoist Xuehe in the past.

There are several big disciples under the old ancestor of Styx. Taoist Xuehai is also his youngest disciple. Although his cultivation is not high, he is also the most doting.

But more than 100000 years later, his disciple seemed to disappear into the world. Even though he sent people to look for him in the three realms, he still didn't get any news about his disciple.

"The blood river died in the past years. He gave it to me and asked me to take it to you. I hope you can avenge him." Ye Xuan said quietly.

In the past years, in the battlefield of the sea of blood, Taoist Xuehe died miserably in the hands of Yuan Ling because he didn't want to be enslaved by Yuan Ling. Before he died, he gave the map of the Ming River to Ye Xuan. He also told him that as long as he took the map of the Ming River to meet the ancestor of the Ming River, the ancestor of the Ming River could help him step into the golden immortal.

But ye Xuan never went to look for Styx, because he was too weak at that time. If Styx's ancestors killed him, it would be impossible for him to resist.

Today, the Styx river is here. Ye Xuan also solves this matter by the way, and returns the Styx River map to its original owner.

"Who killed my blood disciple?"

The Styx ancestor is murderous and his fists are slightly clenched. Obviously, his disciple is highly valued by him, otherwise his mood will not fluctuate so much.

Moreover, the death of Taoist Xuehe is basically beating his Styx ancestor's face. You know, he is a quasi saint. Although his blood in the nether world is not comparable to the ancient demon court and the witch family, he is by no means a bully, but someone dares to kill his Styx disciples, which completely ignores him. How can he not make Styx ancestor angry?

"Yuan Ling!"

The simple words came out of Ye Xuan's mouth. He stared at the ancestor of the Styx river with his eyes, hoping to see some clues from the facial expression of the ancestor of the Styx river.

Unfortunately, ye Xuan was disappointed after all. The ancestor of Styx looked confused. It was obvious that he had never heard of this man.

"Who is Yuanling? Is it a new quasi saint, or is it just a big Luo Jinxian?" The ancestor of Styx murmured.

"Come and see!"

Ye Xuan's palm and fingers are like shuttle, and the void presents the appearance of Yuan Ling, which also makes the ancestor of Styx look around.