The glow of the white paper fan surprised Yu Yuan.
On the white paper, the four prominent black ancient characters "Extreme wisdom will inevitably hurt" are like a dark deep pool, as if they can drag a person's soul into it.
Zhan Tianxiang, who was next to him, noticed the light of the white paper fan and looked at it curiously.
Just glanced at it.
Zhan Tianxiang closed his eyes in shock and shouted: "Yu Yuan, what's going on with your fan?"
His pupils felt stinging at this moment, as if they had been penetrated by steel needles.
And Yu Yuan stared at the white paper fan and the four black ancient characters on the white paper fan. Naturally, there was no damage at all.
"Could it be that, after I used it to practice the Huiji soul-forging technique again and again, it can only echo my soul?" Yu Yuan was secretly surprised, "Except for me, everyone else will feel that even if they just look at it,
Feeling uncomfortable?"
"Yu Yuan!"
At this moment, someone else saw the wonder of that white paper fan.
Li Yu held the "Soul Sacrifice Ball" and came back to Yu Yuan from the ruins.
Li Yu's eyes shined with a different look, "This fan of yours emits wonderful soul fluctuations."
He pointed to the four simple black characters on the white paper: "Extreme wisdom must be injured" and said in surprise: "These four characters seem to be absorbing something?"
"Not bad." Li Yuchan, who was far away, responded coldly.
These words only sounded in Yu Yuan's heart lake, and no one else could hear them.
Li Yu was holding a soul-sacrifice ball, and Li Yuchan had just become a Yin Shen. Their sense of smell of souls was far superior to that of the others present.
"strangeness……"
Yu Yuan, who was holding the white paper fan, muttered in his heart, because as the owner of this paper fan, he could not sense any unusual movement from the four ancient black characters.
"I'll help you get a glimpse."
Li Yu threw the soul-sacrifice ball.
The soul-sacrifice ball hung above the two people's heads. The ball was luminous and many mysterious runes flickered, giving off a clear light.
The light shines on the palace ruins.
Then, there was a dilapidated dark yellow wall, with strange and sinuous lines painted on it like ghostly symbols. It twisted for a while like a living thing, and suddenly flew out with a "whoosh".
Flying into the white paper fan, there are four dark and conspicuous ancient characters.
There are also gray-white ancient stone pillars engraved with unknown monsters and patterns of strange souls. They seem to be suddenly given life, breaking free from the shackles of the stone pillars and roaring towards Yu Yuan.
After a flash, the four ancient black characters "The ultimate wisdom will be injured" escaped.
Certain talisman and seal patterns engraved on the cold stone ground seem to have transformed into miniature little figures, jumping and happily burrowing into the four ancient black characters.
This scene was specially presented to Yu Yuan by Li Yu through the soul sacrificial ball.
Yu Yuan was stunned.
What secret does that white paper fan obtained from Zhao's Lingbaozhai contain?
Why is it that in the depths of the forbidden area, in this ruined palace, it is possible to attract invisible strange objects and actively pour into it?
"It makes me feel incredible." Li Yu took a deep breath, and the soul sacrificial ball fell into his palm. He looked at the white paper fan curiously, looked deeply at the four black ancient characters, and said: "Yong"
What entered those four words was not a soul, but just..."
Frowning, Li Yu pondered and organized his words, "It's an idea, a leftover memory, a remaining emotion that doesn't want to dissipate."
Zhan Tianxiang, who was next to him, also saw the wonder, but failed to understand the meaning he wanted to convey.
Yu Yuan understood instantly.
What escapes into those four ancient black characters is like the flash of memory imprinted on the soul of the earth, or some kind of inherited knowledge that only has words, or like the sad emotions revealed by a fan.
There is no aggression, no self-awareness, and no accumulated soul power.
"puff!"
A tester from the Yan family suddenly had blood spurting out from his neck.
"Yan Tong!"
Yan Lu roared angrily, immediately summoned the so-called soul-splitting stick, and rushed over immediately.
Behind the trialist named Yan Tong, a faint, short figure appeared at some unknown time.
The short figure blended into Yan Tong's shadow. It was not until Yan Tong died that the short figure was discovered.
But before, neither Li Yu, who was holding the soul-sacrifice ball, nor Li Yuchan, who had cultivated to the Yin Shen realm, could notice it.
Even Yu Yuan, who was recognized by the sword soul, could not sense the slightest bit.
"call out!"
The soul-splitting stick intertwined with golden and silver light shot towards the short figure like a flash of electricity.
Yan Tong's body moved quietly.
The soul-splitting stick immediately stabbed Yan Tong's chest, piercing his chest and flying out from his back.
Yan Tong's body fell to the ground.
That short figure was standing on Yan Tong's body, standing in a pool of blood.
It's a boy in black.
The boy in black looks like a teenager, his face is blurry, unreal and unreal.
Threads of black and gray soul thoughts flew straight out from Yan Tong's body, mixed with his blood, and condensed into another Yan Tong in front of the boy in black.
Then, another Yan Tong suddenly merged into the boy in black.
The originally vague and illusive boy in black squirmed and changed rapidly, transforming into Yan Tong's appearance in a very short period of time.
He just looked like he was ten years younger, like Yan Tong in his childhood.
Everyone knows that he is not Yan Tong.
"when!"
The boy in black knocked lightly on the soul-splitting stick that remained motionless for some reason.
The golden and silver patterns engraved on the soul-splitting stick suddenly became extremely bright.
Some kind of new array, pattern, seems to be rearranged in an instant.
The boy in black gently held the soul-splitting stick in his palm. The soul-splitting stick seemed to be cheering and welcoming its past master.
Yan Lu's face turned pale, and he looked at the boy in black as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, "It, it, it was yours?"
The boy in black smiled happily and nodded slowly, as if praising him for his intelligence.
"Yu Yuan!"
There are many people, all watching at this moment.
The boy in black appeared inexplicably and was clearly not a good person. As soon as he appeared, he beheaded Yan Tong. As a law enforcer in the forbidden area, why didn't Yu Yuan kill many evil spirits and foreign objects?
After everyone cheered, the boy in black also looked over with a teasing smile.
Looking at Yu Yuan.
"Sister Li, he is yours." Yu Yuan suddenly said.
"Why?" Li Yuchan was puzzled.
"He, the sword soul fused with me, and the restriction of heaven and earth, have no malicious intentions." Yu Yuan felt inexplicable, because there was no burning sensation in his arms, and he could not communicate with the sword soul, allowing the restriction of heaven and earth to respond, and the blast suddenly appeared in front of him.
, the boy in black who can't even tell the difference between real flesh and blood and soul.
The boy in black held the soul-splitting stick and slowly tightened it.
Countless rays of light burst out from his palm, as if the array and binding power that had been imprinted on it by the Yan family were forcibly shaken out due to his washing and washing.
Among them, there is also the qi, blood and essence that Yan Lu poured into it day and night.
He looked at Yan Lu with a smile.
There were two blood lines in the corners of Yan Lu's eyes, sliding down towards his cheeks like little snakes.
The blood line like a small snake was like a blade. Wherever it passed, Yan Lu's face was torn open by the bloody forest.