"God?" Yan Luo seemed to have heard a big joke: "Others can't see through your true identity, why can't I? A short mule?"
The dwarf mule is a kind of spirit that haunts the deep mountains and wild forests. Because of its short stature, it is called the dwarf mule. In some areas, it is called the devil boy.
There are legends about people being abducted and disappeared by dwarf mules all over the country. Such incidents are similar to the hidden gods of a certain Japanese country. When some victims are lucky enough to be discovered, they often claim that the dwarf mules are their good friends. Friend, treat him to a delicious meal, but in reality it is just a mouthful of excrement, dead insects, leaves, earth and rocks.
When Yan Luocong heard the title Master Aishan, he roughly guessed the identity of the other party.
Now his guess was indeed confirmed, the other party was indeed a short mule.
But what he couldn't understand was that it was normal for a spirit like the dwarf mule to abduct ordinary people from time to time, but to bewitch thousands of people like this and force them to pay incense and tribute was simply unbelievable.
"Shut up! I am Mr. Aishan, an enlightened immortal!"
screamed the dwarf mule, not liking the long-abandoned stigma.
I don't like Yan Luo's eyes even more at this time, because there is no awe in his eyes, which is completely different from those of the pilgrims.
Instead of being awe-inspiring, he was filled with deep contempt, as if he was a god and he was just a humble ant.
Much to the chagrin of the dwarf mule!
"It doesn't matter what you are, because I will win and you will die!" Yan Luo scolded coldly, put his hand into his mouth, and pulled out his tongue without any explanation.
In an instant, blood spurted out from his mouth, but he had a scary smile.
At the same time, the short mule suddenly trembled and subconsciously covered his mouth, but countless green juices still flowed out from his fingers.
Qian Yulian and others were shocked.
Even Master can't stop this move?
What kind of monster is this kid?
The short mule also looked at the red-robed Taoist priest in front of him in surprise. He had seen countless Taoist priests, and even the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.
But this kid is definitely an anomaly. He has never seen such a sinister and evil Taoist priest.
How does he look like a Taoist priest? He is more like a monster!
He could even smell an extremely twisted, crazy, dark, and ancient aura from Yan Luo.
How did this guy come to be?
But since they have already handed it over, there is no possibility of retreating, otherwise the prestige of their master will be damaged.
The short mule opened his mouth and spit out a flesh-colored object.
The object looked like a mushroom, in a rotten state, but it had a fragrant smell. It was covered with crisscrossing roots, but these roots were also very strange, like the nerves of the human body.
The short mule held the flesh-and-blood mushroom in his hand, and Jie Jie laughed strangely: "This thing is called the corpse spores, which are spores that grow on the corpses of immortals. I almost lost my life in order to get it. "
"You should be proud to die under this baby."
Because he has no tongue, the dwarf mule's words are slurred.
But Yan Luo still understood roughly.
Spores growing on immortal corpses?
Is there such a thing in this world?
But the short mule's next move made Yan Luo's pupils shrink suddenly.
I saw the short mule stretched out its pitch-black claws that looked like dead branches and stabbed hard at his eye sockets!
puff!
That eyeball immediately exploded.
Yan Luo suddenly felt an invisible force coming, and he flew out and hit a big tree hard.
But his first reaction was surprise.
The other party actually knows the same technique as him?
Or is it actually that this short mule's technique is just a copy of someone else's technique?
Yan Luo frowned. This possibility should not be true. The birth of the Peeling Sutra contained the vast suffering of the eighteen levels of hell. It took thousands of years to take shape. How could it be easily copied?
But if it wasn't a copy, then why would the other party's technique be exactly the same as my own?
Yan Luo looked at the short mule in surprise, but saw him smiling strangely, and the broken eyeball had healed again.
Exactly the same!
Yan Luo suddenly exclaimed: How is this possible?
The other party could actually copy his technique?
"ah!!"
But at this time, a disciple of the Immortality Cult was covering his right eye and kneeling on the ground. Soon blood started to flow from between his fingers, and he kowtowed violently in pain.
Yan Luo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up.
wrong!
The difference is that this dwarf mule cannot heal the injury on his own, but transfers the injury.
He should have established some kind of connection with all his disciples, allowing them to bear the pain for him...
In other words, this technique is similar to the Skin Stripping Mantra, but different. The Skin Peeling Mantra is to injure oneself and transfer the damage at the same time, while the one used by the Dwarf Mule is a sacrifice!
And the thing that was sacrificed was...pain!
At the same time, Yan Luo felt a stream of heat flowing down his chest.
he got hurt!
This discovery made Yan Luo frown. He was actually injured?
How could a mere dwarf mule possibly injure his majestic Emperor Yin?
No, this has nothing to do with dwarf mules!
Yan Luo suddenly realized something, and then looked at the flesh-and-blood mushroom in the short mule's hand in surprise.
This thing...
He didn't know what it was, but he could tell that it was probably the thing that could cause harm to him, and the dwarf mule must be making sacrifices to this thing.
As for what it said was corpse-dissolving fairy spores, that was pure fart.
Even the immortals couldn't hurt him, but the spores growing on their corpses could hurt him?
This thing may have grown from the corpse of some kind of creature, but it was definitely not an immortal, but something more terrifying than an immortal.
A very ancient thing that even Yan Luo has never seen before!
"Hahaha, kid, aren't you very proud? If you smile again, why can't you laugh?" The short mule jumped up and down, looking more like a monkey.
"Hahaha..."
As if to cater to the short mule, Yan Luo laughed loudly.
"Corpse spores, right? I must get it!!!"
It's like this thing was tailor-made for him!
The Skin Peeling Sutra can only be effective on living things, but this corpse-dissolving fairy spore can also affect dead things. The key is that its triggering method is to sacrifice pain. Doesn't this play into Yan Luo's wish?
The Skin Peeling Meridian is activated by self-mutilation, and the Corpse-Removing Immortal Spore is activated by sacrificing pain. The two are essentially the same!
As long as Yan Luo can possess this thing, it is equivalent to self-mutilation but being able to activate two completely different spells, doubling the power!
For other people, this method of sacrifice is too costly and can only be used a few times. But for Yan Luo, whose body has super healing power, this method of sacrifice is almost free of charge!
"Hmph! Then we have to see if you have the ability!" The short mule snorted angrily. How dare you covet my treasure when you are about to die?
court death!
