"Bastard!" The soul-dwelling messenger immediately formed seals with his hands and shouted angrily: "Evil ghosts are taking advantage of this!"
As the soul-dwelling messenger finished speaking, Lin Yun felt an eerie and terrifying aura suppressing his body.
At this moment, Lin Yun felt that he could not move, and his soul seemed to be suppressed by something.
The next second, the evil ghost opened its mouth wide, and its mouth became wider and wider, like a bottomless cave.
Bang bang bang——!
Immediately afterwards, humanoid spirits with ferocious faces erupted from the evil ghost's mouth and rushed towards Lin Yun.
These humanoid spirits all hold weapons containing "soul power" in their hands, like thousands of troops.
Lin Yun seemed to be facing a bunch of evil spirits from hell. He immediately controlled the skull arm and waved the demon sword wantonly, killing all the humanoid spirits.
but!
This group of humanoid spirits was numerous, and in the end, many of them penetrated Lin Yun's rib cage and caused damage to Lin Yun's soul.
The soul-dwelling messenger panted heavily, and the evil ghost returned to his back. Light flickered on its body, and the wounds that were directly cut by Lin Yun were rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The strong soul power is constantly overflowing from the body of the soul-dwelling messenger.
Lin Yun was sweating all over his body and his face was a little pale. Although there were no scars on his body, his mental energy had been consumed a lot and he only had less than 30% left. If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely lose.
"It seems that over the years... you have absorbed a lot of souls..." Lin Yun shook his head, trying to make himself more awake.
The intensive soul attack has made his understanding somewhat unclear.
There is a thin mist hanging between the sky and the earth, making the whole world look a little hazy, but it also reveals a chilling and gloomy atmosphere.
The soul-dwelling messenger grinned and said: "There are tens of millions of souls stored in my evil ghost. It is impossible for you to defeat me!"
The soul-dweller is a human being, so it is naturally impossible for him to absorb other people's souls to replenish his own soul.
But his martial soul is a spiritual body that can rely on devouring souls to replenish the power of his soul.
From any angle, Lin Yun would definitely lose this battle.
In the past, the soul-dwelling messengers relied on this evil ghost and devoured the souls of countless people. Their methods were also extremely cruel and terrifying.
"You are too much of a threat and I cannot keep you today." The Soul-Dang Messenger has already made a decision. Lin Yun's ability to achieve such strength at such an age should really be awe-inspiring.
And he also understood that people like Lin Yun would never surrender to anyone.
Rather than sending him to the underworld and treating him as a threat, it is better to solve him here today and end the threat.
After all, Wei Zongxian had already told him that the person who created the Demon Palace Guards was Alchemist Murong of the Tushen Sect.
"Your bones are strong enough, but I have to try again to see if the other members of the Shen Shen Sect are as strong as you." The Soul-drifting Messenger released the evil ghost again and let it attack Lin Yun, and then he
His eyes turned and fell on the dragon and phoenix beast in the distance.
The dragon and phoenix beast couldn't help but shudder. Just looking at the soul-dwelling messenger made him feel like he was in hell.
"Don't think about it!" Lin Yun roared, and he had no time to think at this moment, because the evil ghost was in front of him, and he could not stop the soul-dwelling messenger.
As soon as Lin Yun finished speaking, four ink-bearded tentacles flew out from Lin Yun's palm, and then landed in four different directions.
In the blink of an eye, the Moxu Prison enveloped Lin Yun, the Soul-Draining Messenger, and Wei Zongxian.
Looking at the dark space around him, the soul-dwelling messenger directly recalled the evil ghosts, looked at Lin Yun, and couldn't help but ask: "What do you want to do?"
Lin Yun did not answer, but silently raised the Demon God's Sword, pointed at the soul-dwelling messenger, and said coldly: "This will be your graveyard."
When he heard this sentence, the soul-dwelling messenger was stunned for a while, and then burst into laughter and said: "What, you want to kill me?"
Lin Yun turned to look at Wei Zongxian and found that Wei Zongxian had a serious look on his face, because Wei Zongxian knew that if Lin Yun was not sure, Lin Yun would never put himself in a certain place of death.
Since Lin Yun was able to release the "Moxu Prison", he might actually have other trump cards.
"The Sanctuary Alliance has been looking for the truth. They want to know why Yasuo has the Purple Flame Demon Sword on his body, and they want to know what secrets I have..." Lin Yun said in a light tone. As of now, there is no more
There is a better way.
Although he also understood that if he used the Primordial Demon God here, he might not be able to kill the soul-dwelling messenger.
However, with the dragon and phoenix beast in a state of death, he couldn't care about anything else.
Just like when he rescued the Peerless Saint a few days ago, it is indeed important whether his true identity is known.
But in comparison, Lin Yun in this life is even less willing to see his companions die in front of him, but he is powerless.
He didn't want the tragedy of a hundred years ago to happen again.
After hearing what Lin Yun said, Wei Zongxian took a few steps forward and frowned, as if thinking about something.
After a moment, he asked tentatively: "Are you related to the Eternal Temple a hundred years ago?"
The Sanctuary Alliance has always suspected that Lin Yun, or Yasuo, is inextricably related to the Eternal Temple.
Otherwise, why would the weapon of the Lord of the Eternal Temple Sword fall on Yasuo?
And today, does Lin Yun want to solve this mystery on his own?
At the same time, Lin Yun's body exuded a mysterious and ancient aura. This aura made the evil spirits behind the soul-dwelling messenger tremble, as if some great danger was about to happen.
Lin Yun was extremely aloof, his body slowly suspended in mid-air, his eyes deep.
The next second, the terrifying demon came!
"This is the truth you want!"
The seven-eyed Primordial Demon God was suspended behind Lin Yun, and his terrifying aura filled the entire Mosu Prison.
The world between heaven and earth has become as quiet as death.
Wei Zongxian and the Soul-drifting Messenger were both dumbfounded, so completely shocked that they couldn't even speak.
Lin Yun didn't need to tell his true identity. He just used the Demon God as his martial spirit. There was only one person in the Three Realms - the Eternal Martial Emperor!
"How... how is it possible!? Zichun, is this an illusion created by him?" Wei Zongxian still couldn't believe that all of this could be true. Why did people who died a hundred years ago appear here?
The soul-dwelling messenger is also frightened. Eternal Martial Emperor, just these four words are enough to make the three realms tremble.