I rely on krypton gold to be invincible in all realms

Pfft!

The sound of palms piercing flesh was particularly harsh in the quiet space.

Mo Yan's eyes widened, filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"You...how dare you?"

He had clearly moved out the behemoth Taixuan Immortal Sect, but the other party still got it without hesitation.

Isn't he afraid that the powerful immortals will punish him and come to kill him?

"Humph!"

"You are about to die, and you still want to threaten me?"

Wanhun snorted coldly, his voice ruthless.

The palm that was inserted into the other person's body shook slightly, and a dark aura spread out, enveloping him.

In an instant, streams of pure essence were drawn out of Mo Yan's body and flowed into his body through his palms.

At the same time, Mo Yan's originally plump body was gradually shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ho..."

"You do not want……"

Mo Yan's eyes bulged out, his pupils filled with fear.

But soon, he couldn't even make a sound. He could only open his mouth in despair, making creepy hoarse sounds.

"stop!"

"you dare?"

On the side, Si Wuming also shouted loudly with fear on his face.

However, he was also imprisoned and unable to move at all. He could only watch... watching Mo Yan's body gradually wither away, his eyes bloodshot.

At the same time, deep regret welled up in their hearts. If they had not taken the initiative to provoke, perhaps the current situation would not have happened.

"Don't worry, it will be your turn soon!"

Wanhun glanced at Si Wuming with a cold look.

Then he withdrew his gaze and looked coldly at Mo Yan in front of him.

The dark aura in his hand became stronger. After just a few breaths, he had drained away all of the opponent's energy and soul, devouring them completely.

Only a dry, skinny corpse was left falling. A soul shadow passed through it in mid-air and turned it into ashes in an instant.

"call……"

"The essence and spirit of the eighth level of the Immortal Lord Realm are truly delicious!"

Wanhun took a deep breath, a hint of intoxication on his face.

After devouring all the essence and soul of an eighth-level Immortal Lord, his pale face became much rosier.

The injuries left by Qin Shou have also recovered a lot.

"You really killed Junior Brother Mo Yan!"

"The Taixuan Immortal Sect will not let you go, even if you are a Half-Step Immortal King. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, we will definitely find you."

"From now on, there will be no place for you in the entire fairy world."

Si Wuming watched his junior brother turn into ashes. He stopped yelling and begging for mercy. Instead, his face became calm.

He just stared at Wanhun with an extremely cold gaze and spoke in a grim tone.

Since the other party has killed one person, it is impossible for him to escape alive.

Since we are all going to die anyway, it is better to retain the last bit of dignity instead of saying those useless words to beg for mercy.

"Ah……"

In the dark space, the disdainful laughter of ten thousand souls echoed.

He took out a handkerchief from his hand at some point and wiped his palms while walking towards Si Wuming.

"He who kills shall be killed!"

"You started the fight first, so why are you now blaming me for killing you?"

"As for your question about whether the Taixuan Immortal Sect will let me go, you won't be able to see that..."

Wanhun stopped in front of Si Wuming, looking up and down at the body with a pair of dark eyes.

While looking around, he was talking to himself.

"The blood is still strong, it can be used!"

"pity……"

"What do you mean?" Si Wuming asked sternly.

Even though he was prepared to die, he still felt terrified when the other party looked at him as if he were food.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll soon understand."

"Jie Jie..."

Wanhun sneered.

With a wave of his hand, he controlled the other person to sit cross-legged.

Looking at Si Wuming's body, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, his body suddenly exploded, turning into a black aura as thick as ink that enveloped the other party.

It drills into the opponent's limbs and bones through the pores and merges into the opponent's body.

At the same time, the black fog and soul shadows in the surrounding space surged down like a tide and poured into Si Wuming's body.