"It turns out that Cang Hongshen sent you here. How despicable you are. You actually poisoned me! And you also want to capture me based on your strength?
What an idiot! And how did you poison me?"
Yasha sneered, but he was very wary in his heart. This masked man was indeed not very strong, but he was good at using poison.
Now, he was poisoned, his strength plummeted, and his wounds continued to worsen, so he could only display the strength of a mid-level Martial Emperor.
The masked man smiled lightly and said: "I came to Jiuyang Village a long time ago! I have already given a lot of poison to these villagers, but I have been using my power to control these poisons..." The mask
Before the man could finish his words, Yaksha was like a ferocious beast, rushing towards him, and the trident mercilessly stabbed Yaksha between the eyebrows.
Kacha! The masked man didn't react slowly. With a sharp roar, countless black mist erupted from his body, and he quickly retreated, narrowly dodging Yaksha's trident.
Then, the masked man stepped forward with both feet, and retreated lightly to a certain distance, while continuously releasing black mist to obscure his sight and consciousness.
Yasha ran rampant, but every time his five senses were blocked by the black mist, and he couldn't see the specific location of the masked man at all.
Although these black mist are not very lethal to him, they can reduce his perception to the lowest point, causing him to miss the opportunity to kill the masked man every time.
After half a stick of incense, Yasha's vision began to become blurry, and he saw double images of things. Moreover, his wounds became more and more serious, and waves of weakness came over him.
"No! This person just wants to consume me to death. You can't consume me with him!"
After Yasha realized the purpose of the masked man, he stopped taking action. Instead, he stamped his feet, jumped up, and fled towards the west.
The masked man did not chase after him directly, but silently watched the direction in which Yaksha left.
"Sir! Aren't you going to catch up?
This Yasha is probably dying!"
Although there was no one in front of him, the masked man started talking to himself, as if he was really having a conversation with someone.
"No! Yasha is far more cunning than you and I thought! This guy hasn't reached his true limit yet. If we catch up now, he will probably beat him up!"
An evil and sinister voice came out of the masked man's body, answering the masked man's words.
"It's all because the villain is too weak, otherwise I would have taken down Yaksha's clone for you just now!"
The masked man said in fear.
"It's not your fault! Yaksha is a demon saint after all, even his clone is not easy to kill! Moreover, he has been poisoned by me and has my scent on his body. He can't escape from my grasp!"
"This time he plans to return to the Dragon Burial Cave in the Western Desert Region and use the power of his body to heal his wounds! It's a pity that he won't have this chance. Halfway through, he won't be able to withstand my poison."
The evil and gloomy voice sounded again, and his tone was full of self-confidence that he was sure of victory.
"Hehe, you are worthy of being an adult! You have long expected that this Yasha will definitely come here to absorb blood food. What a clever plan!"
The masked man flattered me quite flatteringly.
The voice didn't take it seriously, and said calmly: "The demon clan has this kind of virtue, and they often suck blood essence to heal their injuries. This kind of practice is simply vulgar! But it does give me an advantage!"
"Let's go! Follow Yaksha from a distance, I will show you the way, and interfere with him during this period! This time, we must take down Yaksha's clone!"
The masked man responded quickly, soared into the sky, and under the guidance of the voice, swept towards the west.
Yasha ran for his life frantically, and he did not dare to continue to smoke in the human gathering places along the way, for fear that what happened in Jiuyang Village would happen again.
He knew very well that his current condition was very bad. If he was poisoned again, he would not even have the strength to escape.
Three days later.
Yaksha fell into a grassland with a plop. His skin was purple and black, his whole body was twitching, and his face showed pain.
The wound on the chest has spread to the abdomen, and its area is so large that it occupies two-thirds of the body, as if it was hollowed out.
"Cang Hongshen! I am different from you!"
Yasha roared angrily, he was exhausted and the poison could no longer be controlled.
He knew that his clone had no chance of surviving.
He was really unwilling to give in! He had already lost a clone in the Sealed Land, and this second clone was created by him spending a lot of energy.
If even this clone is lost, his body will also suffer a certain degree of backlash, and the extent will not be light.
But Yasha is angry and unwilling, so what if his clone has reached its limit, and now it is difficult to even move.
"Yaksha! You didn't expect today to happen!"
The masked man came from afar, landed not far away, and walked over slowly.
Yaksha didn't speak, and didn't even look at the masked man. He had already noticed that the latter was following him.
In the past three days, he had been looking for opportunities to return and kill this person.
But the man in the mask is really too cunning, and his movements are very fast and full of evil intentions. Most mid-level martial emperors are not as good as him.
This person obviously didn't have strong cultivation, but he gave him a strong sense of threat, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"It's time to send you on your way!"
The masked man stopped in front of Yaksha, and countless black torrents suddenly poured out from behind him, turning into a strange and huge head.
The head opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Yaksha in one gulp.
"You...it's you..." Yasha's eyes widened, and before he could finish his words, he was swallowed completely by the head.
"As expected of the Demon Saint, this energy is so pure! It would be great if I could directly swallow the Demon Saint's body!"
The head smacked its lips, a pair of dark eyes showing regret and greed.
"Sir! As long as you can regain your peak strength, what does the Demon Saint mean to you?
Wouldn’t it become your food?”
The masked man quickly knelt down and spoke in a fervent tone.
The head shook his head and said calmly: "Yaksha is not weak. When I was at my peak, I could indeed defeat him, but it is not that easy to kill him! Although I am stronger than him, I am not that strong yet.
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The masked man lowered his head and did not dare to answer. This question was related to the identity of this adult.
Although he was curious about the true identity of this gentleman, he was a smart man and knew that there were some questions that he should not ask.
However, he could also see that this gentleman seemed to have some relationship with this Yaksha. I am afraid they had known each other before. Otherwise, the Yaksha clone would not have shown that expression before his death!