Ye Yun can also feel everything in the outside world.
He knew that the children of the Ye family were being slaughtered by Xiao Yixiao.
But knowing that, he couldn't do anything. He could only force himself to sort out the power of his bloodline.
Physical pain can no longer cover up the pain of the soul.
The veins all over Ye Yun's body bulged, and his flesh and blood spasmed continuously.
At this moment, it has reached the final moment of bloodline awakening!
It only takes a while for the power of his blood to be awakened successfully.
Success or failure depends on this!
In less than half a quarter of an hour, all the descendants of the Ye family who had returned fell into a pool of blood.
Some of them were dying, and some were covered in scars.
Some were beheaded with a sword and their bodies separated.
Heavy casualties!
"God! Do you really want to destroy my Ye family?"
Ye Wuya silently raised his head and stared at the dark night sky, as if staring into the abyss.
His face was gloomy and gloomy, and deep despair enveloped him completely.
Seeing his appearance, Xiao Yixiao smiled coldly: "Look, next, it's your son's turn!"
He held the sword in one hand, stepped in the pool of blood, walked step by step to Ye Yun, and pointed the sword in his hand at Ye Yun's head.
"It's over!" After the voice fell, Xiao Yixiao suddenly exerted his strength and stabbed down with his sword.
At this critical moment, Ye Wuya suddenly appeared and stood in front of Ye Yun, blocking the sword for him.
Phew!
The sword blade penetrated the flesh and blood, and the blood-stained sword tip penetrated from Ye Wuya's chest.
Then, it stopped at the tip of Ye Yun's nose.
"What!" Xiao Yixiao exclaimed and turned his head suddenly.
I saw that the sword inserted in Ye Wuya's thigh was dragged to his calf by him.
At this moment, there was a penetrating incision on Ye Wuya's right leg.
From the thigh to the calf, blood flowed uncontrollably.
"Why!?" Xiao Yixiao turned his head and looked at Ye Wuya in confusion.
At this moment, his sword was tightly held in Ye Wuya's hand, unable to make any further progress.
He doesn't understand.
But how could a mere piece of waste in the Condensing Yuan Realm be able to do this?
It was obvious that all the meridians were severed and nailed to the ground by the sword blade.
Why could he endure the severe pain and drag his body in front of Ye Yun?
Tick tock…
Tick tock…
Cold sweat, mixed with blood, dripped on Ye Yun's face.
Looking at Ye Yun who was right in front of him, Ye Wuya's pale and colorless lips were slightly raised.
He wanted to say something, but he lost too much blood and no longer had the strength to say anything.
At this moment, Ye Yun suddenly opened his eyes.
"hold head high!"
A violent dragon roar came from the depths of his body.
The chaotic bloodline power was all restored to stability at this moment.
A stream of scarlet blood surged out of Ye Yun's body and turned into countless ancient and mysterious runes.
Those runes surrounded Ye Yun, converging into a scarlet demonic dragon shadow.
The demonic dragon's phantom's bloody eyes opened angrily, its bloody mouth opened wide, and it looked like it was choosing people to devour.
At the moment when the demonic dragon's shadow appeared, the dark night sky turned blood red in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a starry sky composed of ancient runes appeared above Ye Yun's head.
Those runes are full of ancient wild atmosphere and are extremely violent.
The shadow of a seven-eyed demon slowly condensed behind Ye Yun.
The demon god has seven closed eyes and a giant erect eye between his eyebrows. He is calm and powerful.
Its body is blurry, as if this world does not exist, and only the outline of the human shape can be vaguely seen.
This seven-eyed demon is the ancient demon that Ye Yun has never summoned since his awakening!
This prehistoric demon god is actually surrounded by seven soul rings!
Even Ye Yun's martial soul in his previous life only had six soul rings, which was already the highest god-level quality!
It is really hard to imagine what kind of immortal quality a martial soul with seven soul rings has? !
And the most incredible thing is that the colors of these seven soul rings are all the same!
As we all know, no matter how high the quality of a martial soul is, it cannot have soul rings of the same color.
Even the six soul rings of god-level martial souls are white, green, blue, gold, purple, and red, one for each of the six colors.
And the seven soul rings of this prehistoric demon god are all red soul rings that are millions of years old!
At the moment when the prehistoric demon god appeared, the entire world was instantly enveloped in light!
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
No matter the children of the Ye family or the guests of the Xiao family who were pursuing them, they all stopped.
Not paying attention to the other people who were motionless, Ye Yun only had Ye Wuya with pale cheeks in his eyes.
"Yun'er... Just wake up..." Ye Wuya struggled to squeeze out a sentence.
Blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, but there was no trace of pain on his face. Instead, he looked satisfied.
The moment he saw Ye Yun wake up, Ye Wuya felt as if a heavy stone had fallen to the ground, feeling very relieved.
He could feel that his life was passing by.
But he was relieved to see his son wake up at the moment before death.
Even if he died now, he would not die in peace.
After saying this, Ye Wuya's hand was weak and limp.
During Ye Yun's crisis just now, the potential he unleashed with all his might was due to overdrafting his physical strength.
When his power is exhausted, it means that his life has come to an end.
What's more, Xiao Yixiao's sword pierced his chest, and the wound on his thigh was bleeding.
Even if a god comes to this world, he may not be able to save it.
"Dad!" Ye Yun hissed.
After pulling out the long sword from Ye Wuya's body, he quickly used the healing techniques from his previous life to heal his wounds.
Tears blurred his eyes uncontrollably.
Everything around him became blurry at this moment.
At this moment, Ye Yun could only see the bloody man in front of him.
From the moment he was reborn, he had regarded the man in front of him as his biological father.
pain! It hurts so much!
Looking at his dying face at this moment, he felt a sharp pain that penetrated the sky.
That sword seemed to be piercing not Ye Wuya's body, but his body.
"Yun... Yun'er, don't waste your efforts..." Ye Wuya's pupils gradually dilated, and his eyes gradually lost their light.
"As long as you are fine and living well, dad will be relieved..."
Ye Wuya knew that he was now exhausted.
But he was satisfied to die for his son.
"No! Dad! You believe me! I can definitely save you!" Ye Yun shook his head and said in a deep voice through gritted teeth.
He swore that no matter what, he would save Ye Wuya!
"Ahem..." Ye Wuya spat out a large mouthful of blood and said angrily:
"Yun'er... Dad is sorry for you... I have been hiding something from you for so long..."
