The Dead Divine Liquid is a kind of divine liquid that is transformed after the end of death. It is rare in the entire demon world. It is extremely precious and has great benefits to the body of the monks and can improve the physique of their demons.

Seeing the greedy light in the eyes of the Zi Tian Demon, Ye Fan's heart moved. This person was ill-intentioned. Could it be that he wanted to kill the Dead Divine Liquid?

Thinking of this, Ye Fan smiled slightly, unscrewed the bottle plug and poured it into his mouth.

The rich breath of death filled the entire courtyard. A drop of crystal liquid as big as a longan, flowing five-colored divine light, and a strange fragrance came to the nose, drunk into people's bones and fell into Ye Fan's mouth.

He savored it for a moment, swallowed it directly, and said to himself, "It's not a big deal?"

"this……"

The people next to him were all confused, and even Zihuan didn't know what to say. Others carefully refined such a precious magic treasure and exerted the full effect of the Dead Divine Liquid. He was so good that he ate it like this.

"Brother Ye, it's not that I'm talking about you. You're too... a wild and natural thing, it's really... a waste!"

The Zi Tianmo was feeling distressed when watching.

This is not an ordinary thing, and he just swallowed it in one bite. Even if it wasn't his, it made him tremble with heartache!

Next to him, the old servant opened his mouth and was completely speechless. If he gave it to him, he would definitely refine it to the extreme without wasting any waste.

"Brother Ye, hurry up and find a place to meditate. All the undead divine liquid can be refined to restore your vitality."

Zihuan smiled bitterly, then turned around and left.

In the courtyard, everyone dispersed, but the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves cast a large shadow on the ground. Ye Fan sat cross-legged under the tree, silently exerting the mysterious skills.

He has the most advanced method of dynasty movement, that is, mysterious skills, which are definitely more advanced than any mysterious skills in the demon world.

To be honest, he didn't value the Dead Liquid much, and he did that before just to make the Zi Tian Demon give up.

However

As he refined the devil's liquid, he was surprised to find that there was an extremely pure breath of life in the devil's liquid.

Things will turn back when extremes, and Tao will become weak and change when it becomes poor!

At the extreme of death, life is all about life!

The deceased liquid contains fragments of the origin of life and death, and was completely absorbed by him during the refining process.

Cultivator practice is a process of understanding the origin of heaven and earth and controlling the origin of heaven and earth. The more laws of heaven and earth you understand, the stronger your strength is. This is an eternal truth.

"You must not be rash, don't live there for a long time. My retreat is not far from the ancient battlefield. I will go to see you in my spare time." Two days later, Ye Fan was about to set off and head to the ancient battlefield. Zi Huan came to see him off.

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility!"

Ye Fan nodded. This Zihuan is different from other demon cultivators. At least he knows how to care about others. This is rare among the demon clan known for his selfishness.

After saying goodbye to the Lord of Zihuan Spirit, Ye Fan set out and turned into a stream of light, and soon disappeared into the mountains and forests.

"I really don't know how to live or die!"

On a distant mountain top, the purple demon stood in the wind. The sharp mountain wind blew his clothes and froze. Looking at Ye Fan's figure leaving, he sneered repeatedly.

It has to be said that the territory of the Purple Demon family is too large, hundreds of thousands of miles away. Ye Fan flew for three days in a row before approaching the edge of the ancient battlefield.

There was silence ahead, with demon clouds lingering and death energy permeating. For ordinary human monks, such a place is a Jedi, but for the monks of the demon clan, this is undoubtedly a holy place for cultivation. This is the biggest difference between human race and demon clan.

Ye Fan used the mysterious skills, and the aura of death continued to flow in the meridians opened up, and his whole body exuded a faint aura of death, and he quickly flew towards the ancient battlefield.

Standing in the void and looking down, the ancient battlefield is thousands of miles apart, with rugged rocks everywhere, the earth is cracked, the bones are lush, and there is no sign of life, making it look particularly desolate.

There are some simple buildings on the edge of this area, and a tall city wall surrounded the entire ancient battlefield, as if it was landing.

Ye Fan flew down, landed on the ground, and walked straight to the ancient battlefield, preparing to officially take over this holy land.

The simple stone buildings are extremely dilapidated and are about to collapse. The walls are covered with various traces, revealing the vicissitudes of history.

"Stop, who are you?!"

On the cracked ancient city wall, there were more than a dozen soldiers standing, with disorganized armor, holding iron spears and rusty long swords, very arrogant and shouting at him.

"I am the master of this place and come to take over this ancient battlefield!"

Ye Fan spoke, and at the same time, his heart moved. The dilapidated wall actually had a strange power fluctuation, which was not as unbearable as he imagined. It was probably with powerful array patterns at the moment. It seemed that the years of existence had been extremely long.

"Nonsense, we have a place to have a master here! Get out of here quickly if you know the truth, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!" A very fierce soldier shouted impatiently.

"Have a master?"

Ye Fan was stunned and then said, "Then I'll go see him. Didn't he receive the order from the patriarch?"

"What order? It's nonsense. Since you want to see our master, then wait outside first and we'll inform you." One of them shouted.

Um?

Ye Fan was stunned. He had just arrived here, and these people actually wanted to give him a warning?

But he didn't say much, stood outside the city and waited quietly.

However

Half an hour passed, but no one came out. Several soldiers on the city wall actually started to eat old wine and left him here.

It seems that these soldiers were instructed to deliberately embarrass him.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan smiled. These people were just ordinary demons who knew a little bit of cultivation, and they were not even considered monks. They dared to be so neglected by him, which was simply seeking death.

He soared into the air and rushed directly into the ancient battlefield, not caring about these people at all. Only by killing them could this ancient battlefield truly belong to him.

"Enemy attack, quickly activate the formation pattern and kill the invading enemies." Several fierce soldiers shouted.

"Buzz!"

A flash of light, and the mottled city wall emitted a series of dead lights. Patterns of the wall surfaced, and a light curtain soared into the sky and slashed directly towards Ye Fan.

"I killed him and wanted to attack our city. He must have been sent by the Mordor family!" Someone shouted.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan waved his amethyst fist, smashed and rushed into the battlefield, and even the killing was stimulated by the ancient formation patterns could not stop him.

Since his qi and blood were completely restrained, his skin turned into amethyst color, but the degree of firmness has not changed at all.

"No...don't kill me!"

The middle-aged man screamed in horror, and then he realized that he had provoked a Killing Star, who was a person he could not afford to offend.

"Give me a reason not to kill you!"

Ye Fan's expressionless face and his voice was cold. When he looked at the middle-aged man, he looked like he was looking at a stone without any life.

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