The Golden Silkworm King is the victor who survives after countless poisonous things devour each other.

The poison accumulated in its body is not even known to its owner.

The three strongest Xuanwu Realm people present saw Mu Fan release this thing, and they were all extremely nervous and released a thick Xuanli shield to wrap themselves.

The poison of the Golden Silkworm King was so strong that even the people of the Xuanwu Realm did not dare to easily contaminate it.

Laugh at!!!

A drop of poisonous saliva dripped from the mouth of the Golden Silkworm King and landed on the shoulder of the hundred-faced old man impartially.

Suddenly, where the poisonous saliva dripped down, the flesh boiled like boiling water.

A fist-sized pustule emerged from the flesh, then burst through the sativa, exploding a foul-smelling cloud of blood.

The pustules rupture, regenerate, and reciprocate, constantly eroding the body of the hundred-faced old man.

In just a few breaths, his shoulders were completely ulcerated, suppurating and rotting from the flesh to the skin, emitting a foul stench like rotting flesh.

His arms were broken by Mu Fan, his legs were trampled into mud, and his head was trampled by Mu Fan and he couldn't move.

Under the severe pain caused by the poisonous salivation, his body could only writhe around like a dung maggot, and the heart-rending wails almost made his throat hoarse.

In the carriage in the distance, Jiang Yijun, the king of Zhennan, and Jiang Shizi, the prince of the king, were at a loss, and the father and son hugged each other with pale faces and trembled.

Jiang Wuxuan looked at the rotting body of the hundred-faced old man through the curtain of the carriage, and exclaimed in a trembling voice: "Dad! He killed the old man with a hundred faces, shouldn't he kill me next? I don't want to die, Dad, I don't want to die yet! Let's run! ”

Although Jiang Yijun is the prince who dominates one side, this time the fact that his uncompetitive son caused too much trouble.

Even if the deputy hall master of the Shenwu Palace, Hua Ye, came forward, he still couldn't save their father and son.

If Shenwu Palace's words worked, their father and son would not be treated as prisoners in the car and not allowed to leave without permission.

Judging from the information he knew, this time the spies of the Shenwu Hall were dispatched, and the eyeliner of the Alchemist Guild was also dispatched, and He Taiyue even pulled down his old face and asked many Xuanwu Realm powerhouses to help.

Just the group of masters that He Taiyue found stood there, and they could scare people to death.

Their father and son are now standing on the opposite side of He Taiyue, who would dare to speak for them?

The forces that were good friends with them in the past have long since disappeared, and the few green-robed alchemists they knew in the Alchemist Guild didn't even dare to let out a fart.

Hearing the screams outside the car, Jiang Yijun was also frightened, so he could only pretend to be calm and comfort himself: "No, it's okay...... As a father, he is the prince canonized by the royal family, and they dare not do anything to us. ”

Just said these words with a trilling voice at him, not to mention that Jiang Wuxuan didn't believe it, even he himself felt unconvincing.

After a while, under the poisonous saliva of the Golden Silkworm King, half of the old man's body had turned into pus.

"Spare your life...... I really didn't mean to lose your sister...... Those people are extremely strong, they hide their figures in the body protection aura, and before I can see their appearance clearly, your sister was snatched away. ”

"They don't look like people from the Xuanwu Realm, I guess they must at least be the old monsters of the Tianwu Realm!"

The old man with a hundred faces was so tormented that he couldn't breathe, and he kept pleading in a weak tone.

Mu Fan had a cold face, as if he hadn't heard the pitiful pleading of the old man with a hundred faces, and said in a deep voice: "Since they are so strong, why don't they just kill you?" Wouldn't that be a hundred? ”

The old man with a hundred faces was sad in his heart, and cried, "How do I know? Maybe they want your sister, and I'm not even a fart in their eyes, so they don't bother to do anything to me? ”

Mu Fan had a cold face, looking at the hundred-faced old man who was in despair, he could only confide out these useless news, and his face became more and more ugly and said coldly: "You are indeed not a fart." ”

Tick.

A drop of poisonous saliva fell on the face of the hundred-faced old man, and the scream like a pig lasted for less than a few breaths.

The tearful head of the hundred-faced old man turned into a pool of blood under the corrosion of poisonous saliva.

"Mu Xiaoyou, please rest assured, Ling Mei's whereabouts will be traced by this guild to the end."

Seeing that Mu Fan's face was still gloomy, Wen Changming was afraid that Mu Fan would make another crazy act of summoning insect swarms to besiege the city, so he hurriedly hugged his fist at him and promised.

Mu Fan's madness and revenge are secondary, the most important thing is that the mysterious master behind Mu Fan should not be in trouble at the same time.

Judging from the current situation, the mysterious master behind Mu Fan is very likely to be a ruthless poisoner.

If this kind of person goes crazy, I am afraid that all the cities of the Tianyue Kingdom will fall into an extremely uneasy panic.

No one wants to be targeted by a poisoner, especially a poisoner whose identity is unknown and his methods are extremely vicious.

Mu Fan ignored his promise, just silently spread out his left hand, stretched out his right finger and swiped it across the palm of his hand, and the pale golden skin immediately cut a bloody mark.

With his vitality forcing out a drop of blood, his mouth immediately muttered words.

The powerful spiritual power comparable to the Heavenly Martial Realm wrapped that drop of blood under the drive of the mantra, constantly stretching and twisting that drop of blood.

The blood is guided by the mantra to turn into an arrow-shaped shape, pointing to the east and the west, as if searching for something.

"What kind of measurement is this? How come I've never seen one? ”

When Wen Changming saw this scene, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Although he couldn't understand Mu Fan's technique, he vaguely felt that this was a unique calculation technique.

Mu Fan stared at the drop of blood with a solemn expression, but no matter how much he urged his spiritual power, he still couldn't stabilize the direction pointed by the arrow.

Forced by him, the arrow made of blood actually turned in circles in the palm of his hand.

After a hundred and ten laps of rapid rotation, the drop of blood exploded with a "pop".

Only Mu Fan was left with a gloomy face, looking at the empty palms without saying a word, his face full of anger and loss.

"Boy, you're ......"

He Taiyue looked at Mu Fan suspiciously, not knowing what method Mu Fan's operation was just now.

Mu Fan took a deep breath, his face gradually returned to calm, and explained lightly: "I am from the same vein as my sister, and I wanted to find out my sister's whereabouts through blood induction, but it was ......"

"Someone used the secret technique of enchantment to cut off my blood connection with my sister, and I am not good at calculating and searching techniques, so I can't break through the blockade of enchantment."

Although Mu Fan was a god emperor in his previous life, there were areas that he was not good at after all.

When it comes to alchemy, he is called second in heaven and on earth, and no one dares to call it first.

But when it comes to measurement and tracking, he's almost a layman.

The Divine Emperor can gain insight into the Three Realms with a single thought, and even if he doesn't learn the secret art of tracking, there are not many secrets in the world that can escape his ears and eyes.

However, his current spiritual power can only explore a hundred miles of radius, and without the assistance of the secret technique of tracking and calculating, he really can't fight a master who is proficient in this way.

Looking for his sister was frustrated everywhere, Mu Fan's heart gradually became irritable, and he raised his hand and pointed to the carriage in the distance.

The Golden Silkworm King immediately understood, and the two poisonous saliva pierced through the wall of the carriage and fell directly on the father and son of the King of Zhennan.

"Young and slow!"

It was too late for the hall master of Hua Ye to stop it, and the father and son in the carriage had already rolled out of the carriage screaming under the erosion of poisonous saliva.

They are different from the poison in the old man with a hundred faces, these two people's bodies did not festered immediately, but the pain was unbearable all over the body.

They screamed and scratched at their bodies with their hands, as if countless ants were gnawing inside them.

There was no one to help relieve the pain of the king of Zhennan, and they could only use their nails to tear the flesh and skin of their bodies, as if they were going to dig out the ants in the flesh and blood.

After a while, the father and son of King Zhennan themselves grabbed the flesh and blood all over their bodies, and the nails were full of bloody flesh.

Mu Fan squinted at Hua Ye, who had an ugly face, and said coldly: "Don't worry, I won't let them die so easily!" The poison of the tarsal bones has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, breaking out every ten days. ”

"From today onwards, the duration of each outbreak will be extended by one cup of tea, until they can't bear it anymore and die of pain!"

"When my sister comes back unharmed, when will I help them detoxify."

"Or, you can try to detoxify yourself, as for what the consequences will be, he......"