Yang Fan didn't care whether the little bird believed it or not, but directly activated the blood-colored soul origin of the Great Phang in the sea of ​​consciousness, and raised his hand and hooked his fingers at it.

"Come on, good grandson, come here and give me a kid!"

Then, Peng Sanjiang's body actually walked to Yang Fan involuntarily, bent his knees, and knelt in front of Yang Fan with a thud, and began to kowtow, and the dignity of a king-level monster no longer existed.

"Okay, now take off the inner armor on your body and remove the spiritual imprint on it!"

Yang Fan was not polite and went straight to the point.

Peng Sanjiang was extremely resistant, but his consciousness and body movements did not have any strength to resist. His hands unconsciously began to lean on the rune armor on his body. After a while, the armor left. Peng Sanjiang put out his expression of a dead father and handed the armor to Yang Fan with both hands.

"Master, you have seen it."

When he handed over the armor of the divine weapon, Peng Sanjiang originally planned to hold it in his mouth and wanted to trick Yang Fan into another trick at the last moment.

As a result, when he handed the armor to Yang Fan, his mouth was not at all obedient. He directly spoke and reminded softly: "Master, be careful, this armor contains a soul mark left by my father. In order to prevent anyone from greeding for the benefits of the magic weapon and forcibly robbing the treasure."

Yang Fan glanced at Peng Sanjiang, nodded slightly, held the armor in his hand with one hand, and looked up and down.

"Not bad, not bad! It's a good baby!"

"This inner armor is very suitable for me! It's simply tailor-made for me!"

Yang Fan quickly laughed, and without saying a word, he directly poked out a ray of mental power and invaded his inner armor.

At this time, the rune core divine light flashed in the inner armor, and instantly swallowed and dissipated all the spiritual power that Yang Fan had penetrated into. Then, a divine soul mark that was stronger than his spiritual power suddenly burst out and attacked directly towards Yang Fan's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

"You are attacked by the soul of the peak demon emperor Peng Wanli, your sea of ​​consciousness is shocked, your consciousness is blurred, your immortal will will be independent defense and counterattack, mental power +200, spiritual will +1000."

"Your soul consciousness sea was invaded by the soul of the Peak Demon Emperor Peng Wanli. Part of the soul origin of the Peak Demon Emperor Peng Wanli invaded your soul consciousness sea and destroyed it greatly. Your soul origin was slightly damaged, with mental power +100, spiritual will +100, and soul strength +300."

Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness was shaking continuously, and his mental will was in a daze.

But soon, because of the existence of the immortal will and Yang Fan's already powerful soul source and soul strength, Yang Fan's will collapse and his soul was destroyed as soon as he was invaded by the soul.

As a professional soul refining pill, Yang Fan has extremely strong defense and endurance against such soul power attacks.

After reacting, Yang Fan immediately released the soul chain and enclosed the imperial soul that rashly broke into his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness in his demon refining pot.

"Soul Refining Technique?"

"You are actually a soul refiner?"

The emperor-level soul, who had never spoken, suddenly became speechless. Obviously, it did not expect that what it encountered would be a human soul refiner.

Is this considered a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, and she also actively throws herself into her arms?

Yang Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to it, so he directly used the soul refining technique to completely refine the origin of this peak demon emperor's soul.

"You have used soul refining techniques to some of the soul origins of the Peak Demon Emperor Peng Wanli. The soul refining was successful. The soul origin of the Peak Demon Emperor Peng Wanli was successfully refined. The imperial level ninth-grade soul refining golden elixir +1, mental power +20, skill proficiency +10."

"You have used soul refining techniques to some of the soul origins of the Peak Demon Emperor Peng Wanli. The soul refining was successful. The soul origin of the Peak Demon Emperor Peng Wanli was successfully refined. The eighth-grade soul refining golden elixir of the Emperor level +5, mental power +20, skill proficiency +10."

It is worthy of being the peak of the emperor's level. It is just a little separated, less than one percent of the true body of the demon emperor's body, and has contributed six emperor-level soul refining golden elixirs to Yang Fan, and one of them is even the highest level of the ninth-grade soul refining golden elixir at the imperial level.

After glanced at the six clear and round golden soul refining pills floating quietly in the demon refining pot, Yang Fan couldn't help but smack his mouth twice.

The origin of the soul of the peak demon emperor is indeed a bit outrageously powerful. With just such a little original power, it is actually several times the origin of the soul of the level 8 demon emperor, Gui Xianshou.

It is hard to imagine how many super-quality imperial-level soul refining golden elixirs could be refined if Yang Fan could obtain a complete section of the soul source of the peak demon emperor.

He waved his hand to put the imperial-level soul refining golden elixir into the storage space. Yang Fan's spiritual thought moved and his consciousness quickly returned to his original body.

Without the interference of the imperial-level soul mark, Yang Fan successfully refined the inner armor in less than three seconds. With the thought, the inner armor automatically attached to the appearance of his skin, turning into a white vest that was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary, without showing any light.

Unlike the divine armor worn outside, such an inner armor is hidden deep inside. Unless the owner suffers a fatal crisis, he will shine and not be observed by outsiders.

"Huh? How could it be so fast? It's unscientific!"

Seeing that the inner armor in Yang Fan's hand was automatically possessed on Yang Fan's body, Peng Sanjiang, who had been expecting Yang Fan to be injured by his soul mark, instantly opened his eyes wide and looked disbelief.

"Where is my father's soul mark? That is the soul mark that the peak demon emperor personally arranged inscribed. How could it be smoothed out by this human race so quickly?"

"This is impossible! This human race is not even a king-level. Even if he temporarily has the power of the king with the help of the power of the talisman treasure, he is now facing the soul attack of the peak of the emperor level. How could he withstand it?!"

Peng Sanjiang felt like he was going crazy.

Why do many common sense things not apply to the human doctor in front of you?

Until now, Peng Sanjiang has not figured out how Yang Fan avoided the attack and exploration of his consciousness clone before.

Why is the imperial-level will barrier distributed in its sea of ​​consciousness and around it also invalid for Yang Fan?

And now, even the soul mark of the peak demon emperor cannot cause any harm to him, and he can easily wipe it out within a few minutes!

How did this guy do it? Was he just sent by God to target it specifically for Pengsanjiang nemesis?

Peng Sanjiang collapsed so much that he wanted to die.

Before this, it never thought that one day it would become a pet beast and puppet in the hands of the human race.

The damn soul detention not only forced it to kowtow to the damn human race in front of it, but even made it dare not even have the idea of ​​self-destruction and suicide. It was so frustrating!

Yang Fan reached out and touched the close-fitting vest worn inside. He looked extremely comfortable and had a very beautiful mood.

This is the feeling of safety.

This trip was not in vain. Just this little vest of the magic weapon was worth the trip.

Yang Fan looked down at Peng Sanjiang, who was still lying on the ground but still not getting up, and asked softly: "Tell me, how many human races have you eaten in these years."

Yang Fan did not ask if it had eaten humans, but directly asked how much it had passed.

Because from the origin of the soul of Peng Sanjiang who was detained in Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Fan had already felt countless human resentment, and also sensed more than one picture of Peng Sanjiang devouring the flesh and blood of the human race.

In order to eat fresh, there are many, they are eaten raw and chewed, and blood is everywhere.

"I can't remember it clearly when I reply to the master's words, but it shouldn't be less than 10,000 people."

Peng Sanjiang shivered, but he still replied obediently:

"Since I practiced and entered the level of demon generals, almost every day, my clan members would send me three human blood foods with rich qi and blood for me to enjoy."

"It is precisely because I have swallowed so much human blood food that I can directly upgrade my cultivation to the level seven demon king realm in just thirteen years, just one step away from the beast king."

Ten thousand people?!

Yang Fan's heart trembled.

He had known that the human race that Pengsanjiang had swallowed would not be a decimal. He originally thought that hundreds or thousands of people would be considered the limit.

But he still far underestimated the cruelty of these demon races, and never expected that the human race that only one monster in Pengsanjiang had swallowed was as many as 10,000!

No no no no!

According to Peng Sanjiang's words, it has continuously improved its cultivation with the flesh and blood of the human race as medicine for thirteen years. According to the three human races every day, it will be at least 14,200 people in thirteen years!

What a fuck!

It's simply a beast!

Yang Fan clenched his fists, his eyes instantly became congested and red, the qi and blood in his body were boiling and burning, and the murderous intent in his chest could no longer be suppressed and rushed straight into the sky.

"You are really, damn it!!"

Bang!

Yang Fan directly crushed the origin of the soul that was staying in his sea of ​​consciousness. He didn't want such garbage to stay in his sea of ​​consciousness for a moment.

As soon as he thought that more than 14,200 human compatriots were all lost in the mouth of the big roc, Yang Fan's heart and liver were in pain like an explosion.

He wants to kill this big bird!

Now!

immediately!

Can't stop for a moment!

Not only did it be killed, but it also had to be broken into pieces, and its head was made into specimens and sent back to Fengming Mountain where the Kunpeng clan was located to commemorate the human compatriots who were swallowed alive and chewed by it and died tragically on its beast's mouth!

Even if this will attract strong revenge from the Kunpeng clan, Yang Fan will do whatever he wants. Otherwise, this will inevitably become a heart-wrenching problem in his heart, and he will not want to sleep peacefully again in the future.

"It's not just this Kunpeng, but all the monsters in the world deserve to die!"
Chapter completed!