"Woof woof!"

At this time, when the little Tibetan Mastiff saw Yang Yunfan subduing Master Mo, he rushed out from the side, jumped up, and bit Master Mo!

However, after all, Master Mo is a monk in the golden elixir realm, and his body is like fine steel. The little Tibetan Mastiff has turned into an ordinary dog. Even if it has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, it still can't bite Master Mo's skin, which makes it anxious.

He jumped up and down. From time to time he looked back at Yang Yunfan and made an aggrieved sound of "woo woo".

"Don't worry! I will help you get revenge."

Yang Yunfan patted the little Tibetan Mastiff, and then he put away his Dragon Bird Saber.

With just one strike, he had used his sword intention to shatter Master Mo's golden elixir.

Master Mo's current situation is just like the day when he was destroyed by a powerful demon-killing clan man. His vitality was cut off, his cultivation level plummeted, and he couldn't live for more than a few days.

"Master Mo, do you still have any treasures in your sleeves? You have been holding on tightly from just now to now. Haha... you should let go."

Yang Yunfan kicked Master Mo's wrist with his foot. In an instant, Master Mo felt as if he was struck by lightning. His wrist hurt, and a thin golden thread, flashing with cold light, fell out.

"This hidden weapon is quite interesting."

Yang Yunfan knelt down, picked up the silk thread, then stepped forward and tied it to Master Mo.

In an instant, Master Mo's wrist was strangled with several bloody marks, and it became tighter and tighter, and more traces of spiritual energy were extracted from Master Mo's body.

"This thing was originally used to deal with me, right? It's a good thing to trap people. In that case, I won't be polite."

Yang Yunfan saw that he was hunting, so he erased the consciousness on the silk magic weapon and put it directly into his storage bag.

"Yang Yunfan, if you want to kill or behead me, it's up to you. But you don't have to be complacent! You won't be arrogant for long!"

Master Mo looked at Yang Yunfan coldly. His golden elixir was now shattered and he was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger.

Moreover, he discovered the little Tibetan Mastiff next to Yang Yunfan. Although it had no aura, when he thought about it carefully, he remembered that it was the three-headed hell dog he met on the ice field a few days ago.

He originally thought that the three-headed hell dog was an ownerless monster, so he unscrupulously extracted the blood and spiritual roots of the three-headed hell dog! However, he did not expect that the three-headed hell dog was actually raised by Yang Yunfan. At this time,

If he falls into Yang Yunfan's hands, it will naturally be a disaster.

"I don't know how long I can be arrogant. But you won't see that day."

Yang Yunfan sneered, then took Master Mo's storage bag from his waist and rummaged through it carefully.

The more he rummaged, the brighter his eyes became, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Master Mo, you are indeed a disciple of the Liluo Dan Sect. There are so many elixirs and spiritual herbs in the storage bag. Wow, there are even more.

Hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones!"

Master Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense to Yang Yunfan.

He knew that he was dead!

Yang Yunfan's skillful movements showed that this guy often did things like killing people and seizing treasures.

I was really fooled by the lard, and I came to hunt Yang Yunfan alone.

If you think about it carefully, Yang Yunfan is so bold that he even dares to impersonate the young master of Leipu City. He even dares to come to Youquan Stream alone, a dangerous place like this. He must have something special about him.

"These insect eggs must be the tool you use to steal other people's spiritual roots, right?"

Yang Yunfan dug out a bag of gray insect eggs from Master Mo's storage bag. The eggs were very small, about the size of ants. They looked unattractive. However, when he touched them in his hand, there was something very special.

The evil aura is very similar to the aura of the Demon-Eating Insect Queen.

After a while, information about this insect egg emerged in Yang Yunfan's mind.

"Eggs of aphrodisiac insects?"

His eyes narrowed, and some information about this insect egg popped into his mind.

This insect egg is the egg of a starry sky insect called the spirit-eating insect, which is the same as the demon-devouring insect.

Demon-devouring insects can devour everything and grow their own tribe. However, these spirit-eating insects can only devour spiritual things, such as the inner elixir of spiritual beasts, the golden elixir of monks, and the blood spiritual roots.

In the hands of the alchemist, through some unique processing, the eggs of the spirit-loving insects can extract the spiritual roots from the blood of other people. Then the alchemist can take the eggs in a unique way and obtain part of them.

The other party’s spiritual roots.

This method is completely different from the method Yang Yunfan knows of extracting other people's spiritual roots.

However, it seems to be much simpler.

Of course, it is also more cruel!

"Master Mo, you have done all the bad things, you should have expected today, right?"

Yang Yunfan glanced at the other party coldly, and then, regardless of Master Mo's answer, he snorted coldly, and a sharp sword energy emerged from his fingers.

Tsk!

He made a cut on Master Mo's wrist.

Soon, blood gurgled out from Master Mo's wrist.

Without even looking at Master Mo, Yang Yunfan placed one of the insect eggs directly on the bleeding spot on Master Mo's wrist.

Master Mo is a monk in the golden elixir realm, and his blood is full of aura. The eggs of aphrodisiac insects began to squirm in disgust the moment they came into contact with the aura-rich blood, and tried to get into Master Mo's wrist.

.

"ah!"

Those insect eggs were like maggots attached to bones, slowly burrowing into Master Mo's blood and bone marrow, extracting the aura from his body.

The process is unspeakably painful.

Master Mo was sweating profusely from the pain, sometimes shrinking into a ball, sometimes shaking his whole body, struggling crazily on the ground, and letting out heart-breaking screams.

"Woooo..."

When the little Tibetan Mastiff saw Master Mo's painful appearance, he couldn't help but think of how he looked when his spiritual roots were extracted. He trembled all over. Then, he bared his teeth and glared at Master Mo. He didn't have any pity for what he was going through at this time.

Hate it even more!

"Yang Yunfan, I will never let you go even if I die!"

Master Mo's eyes were bloody and he stared at Yang Yunfan with great hatred, as if he wanted to carve Yang Yunfan's face into his soul. He would remember Yang Yunfan and seek revenge against him for the rest of his life.

"I'm waiting for you to take revenge."

Yang Yunfan felt no guilt in his heart for killing such a person and torturing such a scumbag. He didn't mind Master Mo's struggle before his death.

At this time, Yang Yunfan squatted down and transformed into a scientific expert, carefully observing Master Mo's physical condition with great interest.

After the spirit-feeding insect eggs entered Master Mo's body, Yang Yunfan could clearly feel that the spiritual energy flowing out of Master Mo's body due to the fragmentation of the golden elixir was greatly reduced. It should have been swallowed by the spirit-feeding insect eggs.
Chapter completed!