Yu Yan noticed the movement here and rushed over immediately, and was shocked by the sight in front of her.
I saw Huan Mei rolling in pain on the ground in her true form. Its body surface collapsed, as if it was being sucked out of flesh and blood by some kind of creature. The originally beautiful and snow-white fur was withered and dull, and it was stretched tightly on the body that had become skinny.
"Yuyan, I'm in so much pain, help me!"
Huanmei screamed, and its straw-like dry tail whipped the ground frantically.
Yuyan hurriedly stepped forward to check, but could not find the crux of the problem at all. She was extremely anxious and helpless.
The human cultivator who had been tricked by Huan Mei looked at this scene in surprise. After hesitation, he was worried that there was a conspiracy inside and took over, so he chose to take the opportunity to leave.
After enduring the initial shock of pain, Huanmei finally regained some clarity.
In a flash, she thought of the reason.
"Blood...the blood of the beast god!"
That seemingly generous gift turned out to be premeditated.
Huanmei roared with hatred, her voice weakened due to the loss of strength, turning into helpless sobs.
Yuyan was even more desperate, even her voice was trembling: "Beast God... Your Majesty, what should my subordinates do... Your Majesty!"
Huan Mei was in so much pain that she had no strength to struggle anymore. She closed her eyes, feeling the flow of power, and said with gossamer breath:
"Forget it, I'm about to die...I'm so unwilling...wuwuwu, I don't want to die..."
Yu Yan stared blankly at Huan Mei's real body, which was shrinking and becoming more and more shriveled. The once beautiful creature was now withering like a broken flower.
It turns out that the Beast King's cultivation level has dropped to level eight and is still continuing to decline. Level seven, level six, level five... Once the demonic power is exhausted, it will be difficult to survive.
His thoughts gradually settled, his eyes became firm, and he made some kind of determination.
"Your Majesty, I will not let you die."
After saying that, it transformed into half of a human body, and then the topaz horn on its forehead lit up softly.
The light flows down like water, wrapping the white-scaled snake tail below the waist. The snake's tail changes shape in the light, eventually becoming human legs.
Transforming into a human means advancing to the realm of the Beast King, even if it is only temporary.
Yuyan gently opened Huanmei's kiss, then opened her mouth and spit out her demon pill.
It closed the demon pill with both hands, golden light flashed, and when it opened its palms, the demon pill turned into a pure white and golden scale.
The scales flew up and fell into Huan Mei's mouth.
Huan Mei, who was already in a semi-conscious state, felt a warm current pouring into his body. The pain was instantly relieved, and most of the mysterious force that sucked the demon's power was diverted to the center of the warm current.
She opened her eyes and saw Yuyan's hazy figure.
Huanmei immediately realized what the other party had done. She wanted to speak, but was unable to speak due to her falling state, so she could only howl urgently.
A slight smile appeared on Yuyan's pale cheeks.
"There is no need to stop the king. This magical power can only be used in the realm of the Beast King. If my subordinates use forbidden techniques to forcibly improve their realm, they will not survive..."
The figure becomes blurrier and blurrier, and the halo spreads.
"Your years of cultivation, subordinate, subordinate..."
After all, it couldn't finish the sentence.
Countless light particles flew around, turning into dust and leaving no trace.
After an unknown period of time, the escaped monk returned here and brought an assistant with him.
"Hey, are you leaving?"
The two of them looked around suspiciously at the empty land.
"Should we go somewhere else...Fox?"
Among the trees, a thin, small, dirty fox stumbled forward.
"It's just a wild fox in the mountains. Let's go, don't waste your time."
The two left.
The little fox lowered his head and took a crooked route, as if he didn't know where he was going.
The hair at the corners of his eyes was wet, and between his clenched teeth, he held a small, dim, cracked horn.
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