The power of the Skin Demon King!

Soul suppression!

Divine power!

After three consecutive attacks, Yang Fan actually succeeded in swallowing Taichong's clone, and even burped with satisfaction!

But in the blink of an eye, the clone of a half-step ancestral master was completely divided between the two of them!

"Brother, I didn't expect you to master the power of the Skin Demon King so quickly!"

Ji Zuodao came slowly with his belly held out.

However, as soon as he spoke, blood spurted out from all over his body involuntarily.

"Brother! What's wrong with you!"

Yang Fan's eyes turned green when he saw this scene.

The wait was over, and he finally got to wait!

"Uh, I'm a little stuffed! I'm afraid this old guy has accumulated the prototype of Daotian for countless years. It's really... little brother, what are you doing?"

Just as Ji Zuodao was halfway through his words, he saw Yang Fan taking out small wooden basins from nowhere and collecting the blood spurting from his body.

Yang Fan froze in action, it was so smooth.

Looking at Ji Zuodao's suspicious eyes, he said solemnly: "Brother's blood cannot be shed in vain!"
Chapter completed!