A big battle passed in a flash, and the entire Yaochi returned to calm again, but the eyes of the ancestor of the Styx were flashing, and he looked at Ye Xuan with a little surprise, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"It was my ancestor who underestimated you." The ancestor of the Styx was silent for a while, and suddenly said something like this.

"There are many people who underestimate me, and there are many people who are afraid of me. You are definitely not one of them." Ye Xuan said indifferently.

As a powerful quasi-saint, the Ancestor of the Styx is absolutely extraordinary. Although he is arrogant, he is not ignorant. Ye Xuan did not fight him, not because he was afraid of him, but because he knew that even if the two of them had a fight, they would not have any results.

"Ye Xuan, you are qualified to be on an equal footing with my ancestor, but I have to remind you that you can't keep the Hongmeng purple qi, which will only bring you a life-and-death crisis with the Heavenly Court."

The Ancestor of the Styx retracted his breath, and then walked to Ye Xuan, looking straight into Ye Xuan's eyes with his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You must know that the ancient demon court was born, and the heavenly court is an existence that Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun must eliminate, not to mention that the Hongmeng purple aura is in your hands, neither the ancient demon court nor the witch clan will let you go."

Looking at the solemn posture of the Ancestor of the Styx, Ye Xuan frowned slightly and said, "What do you want to say to me?"

"Leave it to me, give me the Hongmeng purple Qi."

"You should know that I am transformed by the Netherworld Blood Sea. It is difficult for anyone in this world to kill me. As long as I can transform into a saint, I can promise you to help you destroy the ancient demon court." The ancestor of the Styx said with a loud voice, looking at Ye Xuan with great sincerity.

As the words of the Ancestor of the Styx fell, the monk in white changed his expression and looked at the Ancestor of the Styx very seriously, as if he had a new understanding of the Ancestor of the Styx again.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in white slowly stood up, chanting the Buddha's name low, and his expression became solemnly looking at Ye Xuan.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I don't have too many sweet words. As long as I give me the Hongmeng purple aura, I will personally visit the ancient demon court to resolve the crisis in the Heavenly Court."

Obviously, before he left, he had already thought it very clearly that it was not realistic to forcibly obtain the Hongmeng purple aura from Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan's biggest crisis at this moment was the ancient demon court, and he could only use this as a bargaining chip to exchange with Ye Xuan.

At this moment, the two quasi-saints are sincere in their attitudes, which is definitely not a fool to Ye Xuan. It is just that Ye Xuan's expression is light and quiet, giving people a sense of tranquility.

Ye Xuan was silent or thinking, which also made the two quasi-saints silent, waiting for Ye Xuan's answer.

After dozens of breaths, Ye Xuan finally looked up at the two of them and said, "The Hongmeng purple qi is indeed not in my hands. Please, fellow Taoists."

Ye Xuan directly issued an order to expel guests, which also disappointed the two quasi-saints. The look at Ye Xuan showed unwillingness, but facing Ye Xuan's cultivation, even if they wanted to force it, they might succeed.

"Emperor Ye Tian, ​​I want to remind you that the Ten Thousand Demons Conference will begin ten thousand years later, and the ancient demon court will regain control of the three realms. The two demon emperors will not only destroy your heavenly court, but will also personally ask you for the Hongmeng purple aura. If Emperor Ye Tian wants to survive this difficulty, only I can help you."

"Goodbye!"
Chapter completed!