I... I Can't Go On, I... I Can't Catch My Breath...

Above, in the void.

Liang Si stared at Lu Changzhi, his expression one of surprise:

"He knows Buddhist teachings, possesses Buddhist power, and now he's using the language of ancient demons. Just how much has he learned?"

It's not scary to know a lot of things, after all, many sects, especially those who have left the sect, have mastered a whole host of tricks and methods.

But considering the age, this is truly terrifying.

All things considered, Lu Changzhi was only a teenager.

Learning these things requires a lot of effort.

Where does all that energy come from?!

Unfortunately, Lu Changzhi was unaware of the doubts in Liang Si's heart.

Otherwise, he could still give an answer.

Not enough energy? Of course, sleep more, get a good night's sleep, and you'll naturally have plenty of energy.

As for why there are so many?

The Buddhist teachings were the special effect, but as for the Ancient Devil Language, it was obtained from Qin Li through the Master Not Inferior to Disciple relationship.

Although it is unclear what Qin Li's experiences were in her previous life, judging from the fact that she knows these methods related to the Devil Race, she clearly has a significant entanglement with the Devil Race.

Furthermore, his ability to understand the communication between Blood Devil was also due to Qin Li.

If the disciple knows it, there's no reason why the master wouldn't know it.

As the sounds continued to ring out, ancient demonic characters condensed in the void in front of Lu Changzhi, exhibiting a certain pattern and distributed in different positions.

After the number of characters reached a certain level, Lu Changzhi paused slightly, then raised his finger slightly.

Xue Lang's gaze was also fixed intently on it.

Brush.

A drop of blood was forced out from Lu Changzhi's fingertip.

Seeing this, Xue Lang was overjoyed.

Although they can form Ancient Devil Contract, the other party is clearly not very skilled at it.

Humans are different from demons. Human Race distinguish between ordinary blood and essence blood, and the difference between the two is quite obvious.

In this matter, only the essence of blood can fully unleash the power of this contract; ordinary blood will be far less effective.

Of course, knowing this didn't elicit any verbal warnings from him.

No demon would willingly seek out unhappiness.

That would be perfect.

Boom!

The drop of blood flew to the center of the rune, and countless characters instantly trembled violently.

The originally colorless characters were instantly stained blood red, and an astonishing aura emanated from them, enveloping the Xue Lang in front of them.

Xue Lang, who was waiting Jingjing, suddenly changed his expression.

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The other person's blood... seems a bit off?!

Before they could even ponder what was wrong, the contract flashed and flew into Xue Lang's body.

The moment he entered, he was Devil-Binding Rope, and even Xue Lang's body trembled violently.

The contract entered the body but did not stop there; instead, it headed towards the demon's heart.

The characters landed on the core of the Xue Lang's power, the Demon Heart, while at the same time, the drop of blood originating from Lu Changzhi entered the Demon Heart.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Xue Lang's demonic heart pounded violently, and with each infusion of blood, its movements became even more intense.

Xue Lang's expression had now undergone a dramatic change.

As the blood seeped in, he realized something.

The other party truly cannot be regarded as an ordinary Human Race!

The energy contained in this drop of blood was terrifying beyond measure; even he, as the Devil King, found it difficult to withstand.

To use a vivid analogy, it's like being overly nourished, to the point that one feels like they're about to explode and die.

To put it simply, he was somewhat unable to withstand the power of that drop of blood.

This situation usually only occurs when there is a significant difference in the level of cultivation or bloodline between the two parties.

He never expected that he would actually run into this.

Moreover, he is Devil King, yet he cannot withstand even a single drop of the other party's blood? Is this some kind of joke?

However, Xue Lang soon had no time to pay attention to these things.

Because I'm really going to die!

"Big brother, slow down, slow down, I can't take it!"

"Hiss--Ah, big brother, you're too fast! Slow down, slow down! I'm going to die!"

Then came the heavy, hurried breathing of Xue Lang, which became more frequent as time went on.

"No... I can't... I can't breathe..."

"..."

Lu Changzhi looked at Xue Lang and immediately felt a black line appear on his forehead.

It's just a contract, but this guy's made it sound like he's going to die.

He's a Devil King, after all; how could he not handle this?

That's somewhat unrealistic.

At that moment, Lu Changzhi made a prediction.

Xue Lang Areca was probably faking it; he probably didn't expect to use the Devil Race's contract, and his current behavior was simply to avoid it.

"Bear with it."

Lu Changzhi said softly, adhering to the belief that a short pain is better than a long one, thus accelerating the entire process.

Then, Xue Lang let out a loud howl.

The monstrous Devil King actually uttered the same sounds as when the Beast Race were captured, and his entire demonic body immediately tensed up.

This scene immediately made Lu Changzhi shake his head.

"Thank goodness I didn't use my life essence, otherwise I would have accidentally taken the reward from the first option."

Xue Lang's current expression doesn't seem to be an act.

Xue Lang quite lucky; since acquiring the bloodline, he was clearly the first outsider to enjoy it.

After a long while, Xue Lang finally recovered, his body slowly relaxing as he gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently as if he had suffered a tremendous impact.

And that is indeed the case.

Lu Changzhi's sudden acceleration just now almost overwhelmed him, and his demonic heart nearly broke.

At this moment, he was filled with mixed feelings.

Fear, shock, relief, doubt... and so on.

He was terrified that he had almost been burst by his older brother, and shocked and puzzled as to how this drop of blood could put such pressure on him.

Fortunately, I was glad I didn't remind them, and the other person didn't either.

Otherwise, if this older brother really used his essence blood, wouldn't I be in trouble...?

Just when things seemed to be looking up and a brighter future appeared, the boat capsized a second time?!

Horrible, absolutely terrifying!

Sensing into the heart of the demon, a drop of blood condensed with ancient demonic runes, displaying an imposing posture of guarding a region, unshakeable by anything.

The situation was completely opposite to what had been expected.

"This time, I've really gotten myself into trouble."

Xue Lang sighed inwardly, feeling a sense of gloom settle over his demonic existence.

Why did you come all this way? It would have been better if you hadn't come.

Now things are going to turn around. From a glorious and powerful Devil King, he's going to become a diligent and hardworking demon.

"Etc."

While feeling melancholy, Xue Lang suddenly thought of something, and his mind jolted.

"There's an old saying among Human Race: a coin has two sides, and you can judge it good or bad by looking at it dialectically. Right now..."

Recalling all that this figure had done—summoning him Lightning Tribulation, wielding powerful techniques as if it were child's play, possessing both Buddhist and Daoist attainments, being skilled in ancient demonic contracts, and having blood within him so powerful that even he, as Devil King, could not withstand it...

Taking all factors into account, Xue Lang quickly arrived at a startling conclusion.

The person in front of me, if not a first-generation elite, is very likely a second-generation elite!

But no matter what, it all points to one possibility.

This is a very thick and large thigh!