I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The skinny and hunched body gradually straightened up, making a series of crackling sounds like frying beans.

His eyes, which were originally tightly closed, trembled violently and suddenly opened.

He looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and looked very satisfied.

"I haven't seen this sky for a long time."

Then he turned his gaze to Yan Xiu, his tone indifferent, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

"I have been practicing this technique for many years, and this is the first time you have seen through it."

He lightly hooked his skinny chicken-claw-like fingers.

Suddenly, endless blood gushed out from Elder Qin's horrifying wound and gathered at the man's feet.

"As a reward, I will show my mercy and leave you an intact body."

As the man spoke casually, the blood gathering at his feet gradually increased, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Elder Qin, who was originally as strong as an ox, was drained of energy in an instant and turned into a mummy. His huge skeleton shattered into countless pieces of bones.

The next moment, the blood under the man's feet actually flowed upstream, climbing up to his entire body and spreading.

The arms, which were originally as thin as two dry vines, became plump in the blink of an eye.

The skinny body quickly swelled up like a balloon.

The sunken cheeks and eye sockets were filled with flesh and blood, and long, crimson hair grew out.

The pool of blood under his feet also transformed into a blood-red cloak and appeared on him.

In just a few breaths, his appearance changed drastically.

Her eyebrows are like sleeping silkworms, her nose is like a hanging gall bladder, her lips are like painted rouge, her facial features are delicate, and she looks like an immortal.

Coupled with that crimson cloak, she exudes an evil and charming temperament.

Different from Yan Xiu's otherworldly temperament of a banished immortal, this person could be completely described as a demon in terms of his appearance, temperament and the way he appeared.

After that person glanced at everyone present, he set his sights on the disciples of the Holy Sky Island.

"It's just you."

After saying that, he pointed his finger into the air.

Suddenly, thin lines of blood shot out from the fingertips and swept towards all the disciples of the Sky Holy Island.

Many disciples were horrified upon seeing this.

Although they didn't know who this person was, they knew from the look on his face that he was definitely coming for their lives.

"Run away!"

A disciple suddenly shouted loudly, and everyone scattered and fled in all directions.

Although their speed was already extremely fast, they still could not escape the pursuit of the blood line.

Puff-!

Puff-!

In just a few breaths, a bloody hole appeared on the forehead of all the disciples of the Holy Sky Island.

The blood in all the disciples' bodies seemed to be pulled out by some powerful force.

It slowly flowed out from the finger-sized, bottomless blood hole.

Thin lines of blood meandered in the air, like controlled snakes twisting and dancing in the air, and finally gathered in the man's palm.

It only took about ten breaths.

The blood of more than ten Hunyuan realm disciples of Tianqiong Holy Island was completely drained, and their bodies turned into empty shells and disappeared with the wind.

The blood in their bodies condensed into a watermelon-sized blood ball in the man's palm, which was a deep and strange deep red color.

Seeing that more than a dozen people in the Hunyuan realm were easily killed by this person in an instant, the people in Fuzhen Temple all looked solemn.

The man opened his mouth slightly and took a gentle inhale.

Suddenly, a trace of blood overflowed from the surface of the blood cell and sank into the mouth.

After all the blood cells were absorbed, the aura of this person actually rose to the realm of creation.

But looking at his expression, it seems that he still seems to be a little unsatisfied.

Seeing this, Xu Xiang seemed to remember something.

Then his face turned pale in an instant, as if he had thought of something incredible, and he almost shouted out loud.

"Blood Demon Ancestor! You are the Blood Demon Ancestor!"

"It's been five hundred years. I didn't expect you to still be alive!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor looked at Xu Xiang with surprise, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

"You are quite good. You actually still remember my name. It is reasonable for me to leave you with an intact body."

Without waiting for anyone to ask questions, Xu Xiang started talking about the origins of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

About eight hundred years ago, the Blood Demon Ancestor rose in the desert sea.

Relying on his strange blood devil skills, he caused a bloody storm and made many enemies in the desert sea.

Despite being hunted by countless enemies, the Blood Demon Ancestor still lives a fulfilling life.

It was not until five hundred years ago that the Blood Demon Ancestor once again massacred an entire sect, which finally aroused public anger.

Countless sects united together and launched a relentless hunt against him that lasted for more than ten years.

That battle cost the lives of countless masters before this beast was finally killed.

I thought the Blood Demon Ancestor would be lost in the long river of history, but I didn't expect that he was not dead.

"Back then, everyone said he was immortal. Looking back today, I'm afraid that's true."

Xu Xiang muttered to himself, his face pale, obviously frightened by this fact.

There were many powerful beings in the realm of creation among those who besieged the Blood Demon Ancestor. Even so, the Blood Demon Ancestor is still alive, which is enough to show how powerful he is.

The Blood Demon Ancestor listened to Xu Xiang's words and nodded from time to time, obviously with a very satisfied expression.

"Not bad, not bad. After so many years, my deeds are still being passed down. I am very pleased."

Different from Xu Xiang and others who were shocked and lost their composure, Yan Xiu still had a calm expression, as if this incident could not cause the slightest ripple in his mentality.

Seeing this, the Blood Demon Ancestor's eyes lit up slightly and asked, "Young man, aren't you afraid?"

Yan Xiu raised his eyes and replied calmly: "If you can scare people to death just by making up stories, then the storyteller should be the best in the world."

Although the deeds of this Blood Demon Ancestor sounded quite intimidating, in Yan Xiu's eyes, he was just a dying man.

Yan Xiu's only hope was that this Blood Demon Ancestor would not be killed instantly by him with one move again, that would be too boring.

Upon hearing this, the Blood Demon Ancestor laughed and looked Yan Xiu up and down, as if he was admiring a work of art that he was very satisfied with.

"Okay, okay, I am very satisfied with you. The next clone will be you."

It turned out that Rong Heng was just a substitute for him walking around, and his life or death was not important to him at all.

Originally, the Blood Demon Ancestor still felt a little regretful, but after seeing Yan Xiu, the sorrow over the death of his clone had long since disappeared.

If the person in front of him could be made into a clone, it would probably be a hundred times stronger than all the clones he had ever made.

"Young man, as long as you kill yourself, everyone in Fuzhen Temple can survive. I will never break my promise."

There was a cold light flashing in the Blood Demon Patriarch's eyes, as if he was confident about this battle and believed that Yan Xiu was already in his pocket.

Yan Xiu could only sigh helplessly at the Blood Demon Ancestor's patient persuasion.

"You ants, you are about to die, why are you talking so much nonsense?"