A scream came from the young man's mouth.

The jade bottle in his hand turned into fly ash, and his arm was instantly engulfed by black energy, and then his entire body.

His cultivation level was too low to compare with Jiang Liqiang, and he was instantly melted by the corpse-eating powder.

In situ.,

Just a drop of foul-smelling liquid.

Many warriors with weak cultivation levels were frightened to death, and many of them had teeth starting to chatter.

Many people began to pray that they would not be favored by Xu Yong.

"Twelve more!"

Xu Yong frowned and looked a little ugly.

One more fake one means one precious elixir is missing.

His eyes were cold, and after scanning around, he finally pointed at Hu Yanhui and said, "Go!"

Grass!

Hu Yanhui's face turned pale with fright, and he cursed in his heart.

There are twelve jade bottles left. Who knows which one is the corpse-swallowing powder and which one is real?

Maybe it's all fake?

That will definitely lead to death!
Chapter completed!