Age of Terror: I Have a Demon Editor Chapter 959

"Otherwise, the consequences are unbearable for you!"

Although this middle-aged man was held by Ye Fanka's neck, he was holding it in his hand.

But now that he has a handle to handle the two of them, he became arrogant instead.

Ye Fan looked at him coldly.

The murderous intent in his eyes made the middle-aged man stop talking, and the ferocious laugh on his face also froze, and even restrained himself.

Fear filled his heart again.

The scene of Ye Fan destroying it with two moves just now filled his mind.

He said in a trembling voice, "You...what do you want to do?"

"You can't kill me, you can only let me go!"

"Otherwise, once Weiyang is exposed, you will definitely die!"

Long Ling also said to Ye Fan with some entanglement: "Ye Fan, you can't kill him!"

"We have to think of individual methods!"

"us……"

Ye Fan interrupted directly, and said coldly to the middle-aged man from the Wan Yaohui in his hand.

"I really don't know where you got the courage to be so arrogant in Ye Fan's hands!!"

finished speaking,

Puff!

Ye Fan joined his palms as a knife, and the purple-gold underworld Minggang exploded, directly cutting off the middle-aged man's entire right hand, shoulder-to-shoulder.

Bright red blood spurted out!

The man's expression was stunned.

Immediately, an "Ah—" and an extremely shrill scream sounded on the spot.

"my hand!"

"My hand, no—"

He howled horribly.

Ye Fan held the hand on the man's neck and clenched it slightly.

"Ho ho ho—"

He directly suppressed the latter's screams and screams deep in his throat.

The man stared at Ye Fan with terrified eyes.

He couldn't imagine why Ye Fan was so confident.

Isn't Ye Fan afraid of being chased by Wan Yaohui?

Isn't Ye Fan afraid of ten eighth sequence doomsday zodiac masters?

He couldn't figure it out.

After the shoulder-length right hand of the middle-aged man was broken, something strange happened.

The blood-pupil purple mouse tattoo on the middle part of the right forearm suddenly burst into a demon spirit light mixed with blood and dark purple.

The light of the demon spirit floated the severed arm that should have been broken and fell into the void.

The pair of blood pupils on the purple mouse's tattoo moved extremely nimbly.

The shining blood light spread out!

Ye Fan's mental power enveloped it, and he immediately knew that the mouse tattoo had started to record video.

There was a hint of despair in the eyes of the middle-aged man from Wan Yaohui.

After seeing this scene, his eyes immediately turned into hysterical madness.

He held his breath, hoarse, and spoke intermittently.

"You...you...it's over!"

"Even if... I die, Master Zishu... will soon know... everything here!"

"Hahaha--"

"There are two... eighth-sequence doomsday-level... powerhouses, buried with me... for me, and I'm... worth it!"

Long Ling stared at the Zishu's tattoo, and he also became serious.

If you are really tattooed by this tattoo, send back all the previous memory images to let Zishu know.

That adoptive father used his life as the price, and all the schemes to let me enter the Ten Thousand Monsters Association will come to naught!

Damn, what to do now?

Just as Long Ling's heart was extremely heavy, and he kept thinking about the way to break the situation, Ye Fan suddenly moved.

His powerful mental power directly locks on to this blood-pupil purple mouse tattoo, which is full of purple-gold underworld Minggang's right hand, and he points it out with one finger!

Duh!

This forefinger, which was shining with purple and gold light, blasted the air, and touched the center of the brow with the blood-pupil purple mouse tattoo.

The original blood pupils were extremely agile, and the whole tattoo was emitting purple-red demon spirit light, but suddenly froze.

Ye Fan withdrew his fingers and pulled a phantom of a purple mouse with blood pupils out of the tattoo.

immediately,

From the severed hand of the middle-aged man, there was a soft corroding sound and pungent white smoke.

The tattoo of the blood-pupil purple mouse disappeared, and the broken arm sprayed blood, and fell straight into the void.

And Ye Fan pulled out the phantom tattoo of the blood-eyed purple mouse, held it in the palm of his left hand, and squeezed it tightly.

Boom!