That is to say.

He has no bones, only flesh and blood.

Even flesh and blood are being crazily corroded by the bone-eroding Yin Soul Silk.

"Please..."

He didn't even have the strength to speak now. He was lying on the ground like a leg of mud, begging silently.

But his pleading did not make the Great Elder feel any compassion.

Flesh and blood disappear little by little.

Even the skin was rotting, as if it had been eaten by insects.

About a few hundred breaths passed.

Fengyuan completely dissipated, leaving only a pool of blood, proving that he once existed.

Seeing this scene, Qin Feiyang and Mu Tianyang became more and more afraid of the Great Elder.

A living person was corroded in this way.

This kind of old poison is simply not something they can mess with.

But at the same time.

They also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fengyuan, that old bastard, is finally dead, and I will no longer be afraid of being plotted by him.

Especially Mu Tianyang.

Fengyuan did not tell anyone about the Golden Crow Temple before his death, which was a happy thing for him.

etc!

The deputy pavilion master seems to know that the Golden Crow Temple is in his possession?

Don't say it!

Otherwise, the great elder would definitely ask him to hand it over.

In the past, he was so confident that even if the Great Elder knew about it, he could still keep the Golden Crow Temple.
Chapter completed!