Yan Lu shouted loudly and stepped out of the crowd, walking towards Zhu Huan step by step.
"call!"
From his sleeves, one gold, one silver, and two brilliant streams of spiritual power spewed out. The two streams of light intertwined on his chest, condensing into a short stick engraved with complicated gold and silver patterns.
The short stick did not fall into his palm, but floated on his chest, moving forward inch by inch with his footsteps.
"Chichi!"
The space between him and Zhu Huan felt as if it was being squeezed by a foreign object, and there was an odd, overwhelming sound.
Originally, the Li family and the trialists from Youyue City who were still standing in that area suddenly felt tightness in their chests and couldn't help but move out of the way.
Get out of the way and Yan Luneng rushes towards Zhu Huan's straight path.
“Nice artifact.”
Yu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the short stick, and commented softly: "The young master of the Yan family is quite smart. After all, he can listen to others' advice."
He couldn't tell what spiritual material that short stick was made of.
But when the short stick was summoned by Yan Lu and he looked closely at it, he felt as if there was a golden or silver light that was trying to penetrate his soul and strangle his heavenly soul.
He instantly understood that the short stick held by Yan Lu, the Crescent Moon of the Empire, must contain power that could threaten the soul.
"The Yan family actually handed over all the family treasures to him."
Su Yan was obviously a little shocked, staring at the short stick covered with gold and silver patterns, "Aren't the Yan family afraid that this thing was lost in the Forbidden Land of the Falling Moon?"
"The treasure of the Yan family?" Yu Yuan was surprised, "Does it also have miraculous effects on souls?"
"That short stick, also called the soul-breaking stick, is a seventh-grade earth-level artifact. Logically speaking, only practitioners who have entered the subtle realm and the Yin Shen realm can exert its full power as an earth-level artifact." Su
Yan explained softly, "I am now more worried about whether Yan Lu, who is in the late Huangting realm, can release some of the power of the soul-breaking stick."
"Broken soul, broken soul..." Yu Yuan nodded lightly, "It seems that my guess is correct. This short stick can really deal with souls."
"Then Zhu Huan, what's going on?" Su Yan looked away and looked at Yu Yuan, who had remained calm after Zhu Huan came back to life, "He doesn't seem to be in the Yin Shen realm."
"I haven't figured it out yet." Yu Yuan frowned.
Also at this moment.
Zhu Huan, who had the dragon-shaped blade penetrated his chest and was nailed to the rock wall, slowly reached out to grab the handle of the blade.
At the same time, an extremely strange scene unfolded.
I saw that his fine wounds, which were pierced and penetrated by hundreds of "silver lightning", were like a hornet's nest, and drops of blood suddenly flowed back.
Drops of blood, like bright red beads, squeezed into his wound and penetrated into his body.
Even the blood that fell to the ground flew up drop by drop, melting into his body like water melting into the sea.
And the tiny blood holes on his neck, face, and forehead were healed as before under everyone's eyes.
It was as if he had never been injured at all.
His flesh and blood body recovered in a short time, and he slowly exerted force on the hand that grabbed the sharp blade.
He pulled out the dragon-shaped blade bit by bit.
There was no blood spurting out, and the dragon-shaped sharp blade seemed to be pulled out from the scabbard from the crack in the wood.
Zhu Huan kept his eyes closed, as if he was sleepwalking.
At the entrance of the cave above, Zhao Yafu stood side by side with a member of the Yan family, looking at him blankly, with an extremely unnatural look on her face.
Zhu Huan finally opened his eyes.
Deep in the pupils of his eyes, there was a little bit of green light, igniting and shining like a will-o'-the-wisp.
He looked up at Zhao Yafu expressionlessly, and the dragon-shaped blade in his hand suddenly trembled violently.
Within the dragon-shaped sharp blade, there are wisps of dragon breath, like a giant dragon hiding in it. Someone is grabbing the dragon's neck and beating it, and someone is pulling the dragon's tendons hard.
Zhao Yafu groaned, and felt the dragon's mournful cry resounding in her acupoints.
Relying on the induction with the artifact, she knew that there was a strange force that did not belong to her, rushing into the sharp blade like a savage beast, wantonly destroying the dragon's breath and spiritual power that she had nurtured in it.
"Yan Lu!"
At this moment, Yu Yuan shouted loudly.
Yan Lu, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, seemed to have a tacit understanding. He put his hands together and seemed to be bowing to Zhu Huan.
In front of the two palms, the soul-breaking stick, the gold and silver patterns on the stick suddenly came to life, rotating in a circle around the short stick.
The gold and silver ring pattern, the moment it rotated, everyone who stared at the stick felt dizzy.
Yu Yuan, who had refined his soul, was the most unbearable and had a splitting headache in an instant.
His soul felt like it was being pressed against a millstone, being crushed as the millstone rotated. He almost screamed in pain.
"call!"
The whirling soul-destroying stick hit Zhu Huan's eyebrows in an unhurried manner.
A strange feeling of twisted souls and collapsed space grew in everyone's hearts.
Between Yan Lu and Zhu Huan, the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth that had been filled was forcibly driven away in an instant.
The green light spots in Zhu Huan's eyes were like evil ghosts in the deep darkness, waking up one after another, shining one after another.
The expression in his eyes and face was so indifferent at the moment, as if the people at the bottom of the pit were just lambs, just livestock for sacrifice.
——Rather than the same kind with flesh and blood and soul.
"It's either a demon spirit or a monster entering the body."
Yu Yuan made a judgment in his heart and whispered to Su Yan beside him, "The way you look at people like this is definitely not the same kind of person. Even if he is wearing Zhu Huan's human skin, he is not the same person as us."
"Demon spirit? Monster?" Su Yan was startled, her lips trembling slightly, "No, not a practitioner from the Chiyang Empire?"
"Definitely not." Yu Yuan gave the answer, and suddenly became worried, "If it's not a human being, it's not possessed by human beings, so it would be even more difficult to deal with. Human beings can still be reasonable. Demons and monsters, and the like
Foreign objects are all guys who won’t shed tears until they see the coffin.”
"Chichi!"
The flesh and blood between Zhu Huan's brows were split.
The soul-breaking stick was aimed at his eyebrows from a distance, and he suffered injuries.
Zhao Yafu, who was at the entrance of the cave, suddenly smelled keenly that the dragon-shaped blade belonging to her, the dragon's breath and spiritual power inside were no longer torn and suppressed.
"call out!"
The dragon-shaped blade was thrown by Zhu Huan and shot at the soul-breaking stick, trying to break the refined soul light at the tip of the stick.
With a popping sound, two layers of golden and silver brilliance, like a peacock spreading its tail, formed in front of the soul-breaking stick.
The dragon-shaped sharp blade stabbed above, a harsh sound came from Guanghua, and the sharp blade crashed to the ground. The dragon's breath and spiritual power in it were turbulent and chaotic, and it was impossible to move.
Zhao Yafu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the sharp blade would be fine as long as it was not in Zhu Huan's hand.
"Help me!"
Yan Lu clasped his hands together, stared at Zhu Huan, and roared.
The soul-breaking stick approaching Zhu Huan became slower and slower, and every inch he moved forward seemed to exhaust his efforts.
The crack between Zhu Huan's eyebrows is getting bigger and bigger, and the bones under the skin of his forehead are faintly visible.
But Zhu Huan's eyes showed no trace of fear.
The green light spots under his eyes were still flickering, still gathering evil power.
"You guys take care of him."
The leader of the Su family, wearing divine feathers and heavenly clothes, also came to Zhu Huan after Yan Lu asked for help.
The members of the Su family stared at Yu Yuan with reluctance on their faces and said nothing.
"He took the lead in exposing Zhu Huan's face. Based on this alone, you should temporarily put aside your prejudices." Su Yan said.
After saying this, the members of the Su family sighed and moved a little closer to Yu Yuan.
"Brothers and sisters, I'm sorry to bother you." Yu Yuan cupped his hands insincerely, taking it as a greeting.
"Be careful, I'm going to help Yan Lu." Zhan Tianxiang also walked out slowly from Youyue City, and then said: "If you don't have artifacts and magic methods for the soul, don't stand up and show your shame."
By now, everyone had generally seen that Zhu Huan was not afraid of being beaten by flesh and blood.
Because he died long ago.
To be precise, everyone already knows that there is another soul attached to Zhu Huan's body, using Zhu Huan's identity and Zhu Huan's body to do evil.