Lin Chang'an pondered for a moment and then gave up on the temptation.
This was his secret, after all, and asking Yun Yao for more would easily arouse suspicion, especially since he wasn't cultivating this kind of Evil Skill.
Then Lin Chang'an waved his hand, and the Phantom Mask slowly clamped onto the cultivator's cheek. In the next moment, the fine Poison Vines pierced into the flesh and blood.
With terrifying sounds echoing, in less than the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, only a tattered Dharma Robe remained.
The body was devoured completely.
"Bloodthirsty Poison Vine, it truly lives up to its name."
He cleaned the mask with a wave of his hand and then put it on his face. The aura on Lin Chang'an's body began to gradually transform, becoming identical to that of the deceased Vajra Sect cultivator.
"So far, this mask can mimic the aura of Huang Shaohai, Pill Master Song, and this Vajra Sect cultivator."
