The dwarf mule tore off his two pointed ears and sacrificed himself to the pain again.
And his disciple's two ears were completely damaged, blood was flowing profusely, and the screams became more intense.
At the same time, Yan Luo was knocked out again with a bang, spun several times in the air, and then hit the ground hard.
The short mule was surprised and confused. What kind of monster is this kid?
Ordinary people would be shattered by this blow, but this kid could survive two attacks from corpse-removing immortal spores without dying?
The moment Yan Luo landed, he didn't care about his injuries at all. Instead, his eyes shone and he exclaimed: "What a baby!"
The attack just now was obviously more terrifying than the first one.
In other words, as long as the pain of one's own sacrifice is great enough, the damage imparted by the corpse-dissolving fairy spores will be greater?
No matter what, he wants to get this zombie spores!
"Die! Die!" The dwarf mule roared like crazy. Seeing that two consecutive blows could not kill Yan Luo, it went completely crazy.
He began to tear off his body parts crazily, even his scalp flew off, and dark green blood flowed all over his body, which was shocking.
But its disciples were in bad luck.
The howls were getting louder and louder than the last, and he was rolling back and forth on the ground. He had become a bloody man, blind, deaf, and mute. He couldn't even beg the dwarf mule for mercy. He just kept letting out frightening howls. .
And Yan Luo also noticed the terrifying murderous intention sweeping over.
In an instant, one hundred and eight paper figures piled forward, forming a thick paper wall.
But when he came across dozens of paper figures, they were torn to pieces. The ground was covered with shredded paper, and even the Five Ghosts were pinned to the ground unable to move.
But how could Yan Luo be such a loser?
He immediately laughed evilly, stabbed his heart with his steel-knife-like palms, and then started to pound...
And he kept laughing the whole time, and the severe pain actually made him not even frown, as if what was smashed to pieces was not his heart.
The dwarf mule realized something and was shocked.
"ah!!!"
Then it heard a scream, and his disciple died on the spot.
The short mule's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.
Making a scapegoat can take as little as five or ten years, or as long as 20 to 30 years, and consumes a huge amount of materials. A scapegoat is completely scrapped before you see it.
Its heart is bleeding!
Immediately, the short mule's eyes fell on a female disciple again.
When the female disciple saw it, she turned pale and cried on the spot: "Master, please spare my life, please spare my life!"
"My good disciple, come and lend a helping hand to my master. If I become a master and become an immortal in the future, I will definitely remember your great achievements." The short mule said with a loving look on his face.
But how could the female disciple listen to its nonsense? She shook her head vigorously and cried for her father and mother: "I don't...I don't, I don't want to die. Master, please spare my life!"
Upon hearing this, the dwarf mule, who had been so kind just now, immediately became filled with vicious eyes.
"You bastard traitor! Helping others become immortals is a great merit. If one person becomes a master, you can also follow the chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven. If you don't know how to appreciate it, don't blame the master for being ruthless." The short mule cursed.
Then without further ado, he stretched out his sharp claws and ripped off a piece of flesh from his body.
The female disciple immediately howled and whimpered, her whole body shaking like chaff, and her robe was soon wet with blood.
In order to prevent her from escaping, the short mule took action again and severely broke his legs.
As a result, the female disciple's legs were also lost.
After sacrificing pain, the corpse-dissolving fairy spores once again played a terrible role.
But this time, the dwarf mule also went all out, crazily destroying his body, knocking out his teeth one by one, and even pulling out his intestines.
Then a ridiculous and weird scene happened.
Yan Luo and the dwarf mule seemed to have gone crazy. They kept mutilating themselves, and each attack was more ruthless than the last.
If you peel the skin, I will get cramps; if you peel the meat, I will debone it...
The two of them seemed to be at loggerheads, neither one would surrender to the other, and they would not give up until the other was killed.
"ah!!!"
The short mule suddenly howled miserably for some unknown reason, and then rolled down from the altar in a panic. Half of its face was rotten into flesh, making its already ferocious face look even more terrifying.
Its pupils were constricted, and it had a look of disbelief on its face.
It obviously took the damage for him, so how could it feel pain?
And then it discovered something extremely wrong, its face had not healed.
The damage is not transferred!
Its magic has failed!
The dwarf mule looked at his disciples in bewilderment, and then his face showed shock. His disciples were all dead at some point!
"You want to use them to share your pain? Do you think I will let you get your wish? Now that I have killed them in advance, how should you respond next?" Yan Luo said with a smirk.
"you..."
The short mule was about to speak when he heard a pop and his arm turned into a wisp of smoke.
Just disappeared into thin air.
The short mule was stunned, and Yan Luo also looked puzzled.
What's happening here?
But before Yan Luo could think about it, there was another pop, and one of the legs of the short mule was gone.
The short mule immediately yelled at Yan Luo in horror: "No! What's going on? What did you do?"
Yan Luo frowned and said nothing.
And because he did nothing.
The reason why this short mule ended up like this is probably because of the corpse-dissolving fairy spores.
Will this thing come back?
Because the dwarf mule was used too many times, but without the pain of sacrifice, it could not meet the conditions of the deal with the corpse-dissolving fairy spores, so it had a backlash and began to take away everything from the dwarf mule.
What a terrifying evil thing.
"No no no!"
The dwarf mule wailed miserably. No matter how much it begged for mercy, the zombie spores showed no reaction at all and gradually gnawed every part of the dwarf mule's body like a feast.
After a while it turned into a pool of pus and blood, and it couldn't be more dead.
Yan Luo frowned as he looked at the zombie spores that fell to the ground. This thing actually ate people?
But it was such an evil thing that completely aroused Yan Luo's interest.
It was difficult for him not to care about objects that could hurt him.
Yan Luo stepped forward and picked up the zombie spores. His hands were smooth and warm, exuding a strange smell that Yan Luo had never smelled before.
And the surface covered with nerves gives people an uneven touch, which is very weird, as if they are touching the body of some unknown creature.
Yan Luo frowned. The moment he took it, his senses told him that this thing definitely did not belong to this world.
But just when he was wondering how to use this evil thing, the zombie spores suddenly changed, and a human face gradually appeared on the top of the mushroom.
That face is very strange. At first glance, it looks like an old man's face, but upon closer inspection, it looks like a crying baby.
At this time, it was opening its mouth wide and breathing hard.
Yan Luo was suddenly shocked. This evil thing was actually alive?
