Dou Po: Xuan Emperor Xiao Xuan

Chapter 137 The inheritance of the colorful demon saint

Author: Wonton City Lord

Chapter 137 The inheritance of the colorful demon saint

A ball emitting black light was seen emerging from the water and then quickly struck in the direction of Xiao Yan at lightning speed.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yan curled up into a sneer and quickly took a few steps backwards.

As if sensing his rapid retreat, the black ball emitted a wave of emotions that resembled ridicule.

Then there was a 'click' sound, and an old palm stretched out and held it in his hand.

"Buzz!" The black sphere rotated rapidly, but could not get rid of the old palm at all. It vibrated twice uneasily, and finally emitted frightening fluctuations.

"Let me tell you where the magic core of this monster is. It turns out to be hidden in this blood pool." Looking at the black ball in Xiao Wen's hand that was constantly struggling but had no resistance, Xiao Yan showed a trace of amusement on his face.

smile.

After the black ball struggled for a moment, the soul of a middle-aged man in black finally flew out from it.

"Who are you? How could a strong semi-saint appear in a place like this?" He looked at the three people in front of him with a horrified expression.

I thought that the young man was at most as powerful as a Dou Huang, but I didn't expect that the two old men behind him had such terrifying strength.

"Are you qualified to know who we are?" Xiao Wu snorted coldly and wanted to extinguish his soul.

The soul of a small eighth-level monster has no value.

"Mr. Wu, wait a moment." Xiao Yan suddenly waved his hand and walked up to the middle-aged man.

"Tell me, where did you get these two colorful sky-swallowing python scales?"

"I just want to know the news about the colorful sky-devouring python. Ah!" Just as a sneer appeared on the face of the Nether Demon Snake, it was severely whipped by a dark soul-beating whip.

He turned around and suddenly found the majestic-looking old man staring at him coldly.

"A little eighth-level monster dares to speak to my young master like this. I think you are seeking death."

"Young Master?" The Netherworld Demonic Snake felt a little confused. What on earth was this young man like to be called Young Master by a strong man at the semi-saint level?

"I'll give you another chance. Tell me where you got the scales of this colorful sky-swallowing python, and I can spare your life.

Otherwise, you will just be in despair."

Xiao Yan glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently. If he wasn't concerned about the news about the colorful sky-swallowing python, he would really be too lazy to care about the remnant soul of an eighth-level magic beast.

"I, if I say so, can you really let me go?" There was a trace of hesitation on the face of the man in black.

The two old guys in front of him were really too powerful. Even in his prime, he was no match for these two people. What's more, he was just a little remnant soul now. Even the young man in front of him made him feel in danger.

"You have no choice. My patience is limited. I will give you three breaths. If you don't tell me, you will die." Xiao Yan didn't bother to pay attention to this rusher.

"You!" Being so despised by this young man, the middle-aged man's eyes showed a trace of anger, but he was immediately relieved after seeing the two old men.

This young man's background is probably no weaker than that of the Netherworld Python Clan in the Nine Netherworld, but I don't know how such a big force could suddenly come to the Warcraft Mountains.

"That's all, I said." The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly.

"These two scales are indeed the scales of the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python, and they are also the natal scales of the Seven-Colored Demon Saint, the last ninth-level Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python on the mainland."

As soon as these words came out, not only Xiao Yan had a look of surprise on his face, but even the two saints civil and military had a solemn look on their faces.

The Seven Colorful Demon Saint was a strong man thousands of years ago. In terms of age, he may be older than Xiao Xuan, and the strength of this Demon Saint is also extremely terrifying. According to the Xiao Clan’s records, the Seven Colorful Demon Saint’s last attack was

By that time, his strength had reached the level of a five-star fighting saint.

At this level, even among the Xiao clan back then, he was considered a top powerhouse.

The most important thing is that he is the last Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python in Douqi Continent to reach the holy level. Rumor has it that he holds the secret of the decline of the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python Clan.

This aroused a slight interest in Xiao Yan, who had thoughts about the queen of the snake people.

"Where did you get these two scales?" Xiao Yan said calmly, staring at the middle-aged man.

"Yes, I learned it from my grandfather. My grandfather was once a follower of the Seven-Color Demon Saint. Later, with the death of the Seven-Color Demon Saint, he led our Nether Demon Snake Clan to join the current Nine Netherland Nether Python Clan.

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The middle-aged man obediently gave away all his family wealth.

"It turns out that this kid is also a second generation." Xiao Yan nodded thoughtfully and said, "What is your purpose of collecting these scales?"

"The Seven-Colored Demon Saint has fallen for many years, and even the reverse scale of his life seems to be of little value to you."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but said: "If I tell this secret, can you send me back to the Netherworld Demonic Snake Clan?"

"Bold, how can you bargain with me, the young master of my clan?"

Hearing this, Xiao Wu's face turned dark and he raised his soul-beating whip high, ready to give him a blow.

"Old Wu." Xiao Yan stopped Xiao Wu's behavior, looked at the middle-aged man coldly and said: "The decision now rests with me. Now you can obediently tell me everything you know. Maybe I can consider it."

one time.

If you anger this young master, do you know that the soul clan has a soul-searching technique!"

"You, you are from the Soul Clan!" Hearing Xiao Yan say this, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.

The Soul Clan was one of the most powerful forces on the continent during the time he was alive. Even the Nine Netherworld Python Clan was no match for the Soul Clan at its peak.

"Jie Jie, we are not the Hun Clan, but the Xiao Clan. However, since the Hun Clan has been destroyed by us, the things belonging to the Hun Clan will naturally belong to our Xiao Clan."

Seeing his surprised look, Xiao Wu showed a mischievous smile on his face.

"Xiao Clan!" The middle-aged man's face was shocked at first, and when he heard that the Soul Clan had been wiped out by the Xiao Clan, his face showed even more disbelief.

"How is it possible? How could the Soul Clan be destroyed if it is so powerful?" He shook his head in disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible. If you make our young master unhappy, the next one to be destroyed will be the Nether Demon Snake clan.

When the time comes, the masters of our clan will be dispatched to see if the little Nine Netherworld Python clan dares to protect you." Xiao Wu sneered.

"This young man turns out to be the young master of the Xiao clan. No wonder there are two semi-saints following him." The man in the middle looked at Xiao Yan thoughtfully.

The next moment, a humble and respectful smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, young master, I said, I said!"

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Such a 180-degree change in attitude made Xiao Yan and the three of them feel a little anxious.

"Young Master, please take a look." The middle-aged man slowly summoned two colorful scales in front of Xiao Yan.

"According to what my grandpa said, the Seven Colorful Demon Saint back then had seven life-reverse scales on his body, and if he collected all seven of his life-reverse scales,"

"You can start the inheritance of the colorful demon saint!"

(End of chapter)