Chatper 1011 (2/2)

It was a young man, dressed in scarlet robes, looking only in his twenties.

He is slender and tall, with a nine-point evil spirit in his handsome face, and at first glance, he knows that he is not a good person.

"Blood Demon?"

Yang Xuanjian raised his eyebrows, as if he did not expect that the Gorefiend was so young.

"This demon has already entered the transformation realm in blood refining. Regardless of his age, he has actually lived much longer than the three of us combined."

Lu Wenbo's expression was solemn and authentic. He unfortunately fell into the hands of the Gorefiend back then. Although he had never been refined by the Gorefiend due to his strong cultivation, his qi and blood were almost exhausted, so he knew the power of the Gorefiend. .

"Senior Gorefiend was able to break through the formation, which is really gratifying. The junior is not talented. From today onwards, I hope that the pawns of the current senior will serve the senior's liver and brain, and they will die."

Jiang Chengfeng came back to his senses, and fell to his knees on the spot, speaking in a respectful tone, his head was about to be buried in the dust, and it couldn't be lower.

"One cartilaginous head."

Yang Xuan said disdainfully.

"Shut up, it's not your turn to dictate how I act."

Jiang Chengfeng roared.

"Genius should be proud, you are not worthy of the title of genius."

In just a few words, Jiang Chengfeng's heart was hit directly, and Jiang Chengfeng's heart was bleeding, but in order to survive, he had to throw away his dignity and bow his head to the Gorefiend.

"Fun, very interesting."

The Gorefiend looked at Jiang Chengfeng and nodded, "Alright, I just came out and I don't have anyone who can use it yet, and since you are willing to be my slave, I will accept you reluctantly."

After saying that, with a flick of his finger, a ray of blood shot into Jiang Chengfeng's eyebrows.

The blood light condensed and did not disperse. As soon as it entered Jiang Chengfeng's eyebrows, he fell into the depths of Jiang Chengfeng's soul and settled down there.

"senior……"

Jiang Chengfeng exclaimed and listened to the blood demon: "Don't worry, this is a unique blood contract of my own, to prevent you from betraying me."

"Junior will never betray senior, nor dare to have that heart."

Jiang Chengfeng said with sincerity and fear, but he was slightly relieved, as long as he didn't die.

"This is the best way. In fact, this demon is not afraid of your betrayal. It is just a habit of not leaving hidden dangers for himself."

Gorefiend spoke lightly, not taking Jiang Chengfeng seriously at all.

As he said, he has just broken the formation, and no one is available. Otherwise, how can he look down on Jiang Chengfeng, a small warrior of divine power?

"It's the three of you, are you ready to surrender to me?"

The Gorefiend turned his eyes and focused on Lu Wenbo, Yang Xuan, and Fairy Yuechan.

"Sow a blood pact and let you be enslaved, do you think the old man will agree?"

Lu Wenbo asked back, blowing his beard and staring.

"As a hero in life, and a hero in death, Xiaoye will never bow his head to anyone in this life."

Yang Xuan looked at the Gorefiend and said every word.

"You dare to be so arrogant in front of this demon, I have to say that your kid is really brave."

The Gorefiend chuckled and looked at Yang Xuandao up and down: "The physical body is tyrannical, and the mental power is also very strong. You are indeed a rare genius in ancient times, and you are stronger than the cartilaginous head in your mouth."

"Senior, I..."

Jiang Chengfeng was interrupted by the Gorefiend just as he was about to refute, "I'm telling the truth, even if you fight for your life with this son, you will only die in the end. With your strength, it is impossible for him to be his opponent. Especially since he is holding a half-step fortune sword, do you think your body can withstand his sword?"

"What, the sword in his hand is a half-step fortune sword!?"

Although Yang Xuan's purgatory sword was expected to be extraordinary, Jiang Chengfeng never expected that this sword was of such a high grade.

"Of course, otherwise how can I cut off my Soul Locking Chain, this sword is rarely seen in the Immortal Realm."

The Gorefiend ignored Jiang Chengfeng, his eyes were always on Yang Xuan, and he said indifferently: "Boy, hand over the Divine Sword, this Demon can promise to give you a chance to live."