Invincible Powers Chapter 77: Soulbreaker

"Who are you?"

Yan Lu shouted violently, and the crowd came out, step by step, walking towards Zhu Huan.

"Hoo!"

From his cuff, one gold, one silver, and two streams of brilliant spiritual power flowed out. The two streams of light intertwined on his chest, forming a short stick carved with intricate gold and silver patterns.

The short stick did not fall into his palm, but was floating in front of his chest, moving forward inch by inch following his footsteps.

"Chi Chi!"

The space between him and Zhu Huan seemed to be squeezed by a foreign object, and there was a strange sound as if it was overwhelmed.

Originally, the Li family who were still standing in that area, as well as the trial practitioners of Youyue City, suddenly felt chest tightness, and couldn't help but get out of the way.

Get out of the way, Yan Luneng rushed to Zhu Huan's straight road.

"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 people's persuasion."

What spiritual material was used to refine the short stick, he couldn't tell.

But when the short stick was called out by Yan Lu, when he took a closer look, he felt as if there were golden and silver lights, trying to penetrate his soul and strangle his heavenly soul.

He immediately understood that the short stick held by Yan Lu, the new moon of the empire, must contain the 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, "The Yan family is not afraid, this thing was lost in the Forbidden Moon?"

"The treasure of the Yan family?" Yu Yuan was surprised, "Does it also have a miraculous effect on souls?"

"That short stick, also known as the soul-breaking stick, is an artifact of the seventh-rank earth-level artifact. Logically speaking, only practitioners of the subtle state and the yin **** state can exert their full power on the earth-level artifact. "Su Yan explained softly, "I'm more worried now, whether Yan Lu's Huang Ting Realm's late stage can release a little 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 turned her head away, looking at Yu Yuan who had been calm since Zhu Huan came back to life, "He doesn't seem to be in the Yin God Realm."

"I haven't figured it out yet." Yu Yuan frowned.

Also at this moment.

Zhu Huan, who was nailed to the rock wall by the dragon-shaped sharp blade, pierced his chest, slowly stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the sharp blade.

At the same time, an extremely strange scene was staged.

I saw that his wound was pierced and infiltrated by hundreds of "silver electricity", like a hornet's nest, and drops of blood suddenly flowed back.

Drips of blood, like bright red beads, squeezed into his wound and penetrated into his body.

Even the blood that fell on the ground flew up drop by drop, melting into his body like a sea of ​​water.

And those fine blood holes on his neck, face, and forehead healed as before under the eyes of everyone.

As if never hurt at all.

The flesh and blood body recovered in a short time, and the hand that was grasping the sharp blade slowly exerted force.

The dragon-shaped sharp blade was pulled out by him little by little.

There was no blood, and the dragon-shaped sharp blade seemed to be pulled out from the scabbard through the cracks in the wood.

Zhu Huan kept his eyes closed, as if sleepwalking.

In the hole above, Zhao Yafu stood side by side with a member of the Yan family, staring at him blankly, with an extremely unnatural expression on his face.

Zhu Huan finally opened his eyes.

In the depths of its pupils, there is a little green light, which ignites and shines like a will-o'-the-wisp.

With no expression on his face, he looked up at Zhao Yafu, and the dragon-shaped sharp blade he held in his hand suddenly trembled violently.

In the dragon-shaped sharp blade, there are wisps of dragon breath, like a giant dragon hiding in it, being beaten by the dragon's neck and pulled by the dragon's tendons.

Zhao Yafu groaned, only to feel the mournful cry of a giant dragon in the acupuncture points all over her body.

Relying on the induction with the utensils, she knew that there was a strange force that did not belong to her, rushing into the sharp blade like a flood, wantonly destroying the dragon's breath and spiritual power that she nourished.

"Yan Lu!"

At this moment, Yu Yuan shouted loudly.

Yan Lu, who had accumulated strength for a long time, had a tacit understanding, clasped his hands together, and seemed to bow down to Zhu Huan.

In front of the two palms, the soul-breaking stick, the gold and silver patterns on the stick suddenly came alive, spinning around the short stick in a circle.

The gold and silver circular pattern, the moment it turned, everyone who stared at the stick felt dizzy.

Yu Yuan, who was refined by the soul of heaven, was the most unbearable, and instantly had a splitting headache.

The soul, like being pressed on a millstone, was crushed as the millstone turned, and he almost screamed in pain.

"Hoo!"

The whirling soul-breaking stick rushed towards Zhu Huan's eyebrows without haste.

A strange feeling of soul distortion and space collapse breeds in everyone's heart.

In the middle of Yan Lu and Zhu Huan, the thin heaven and earth spiritual energy that was filled was forcibly driven away in an instant.

The green light spots in Zhu Huan's eyes, like evil ghosts in the deep shadows, wake 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, animals for sacrifice.

——not the same kind with flesh and blood and soul.

"It's either possessed by a demon spirit or possessed by a monster."

With a judgment in his mind, Yu Yuan whispered to Su Yan beside him, "The way you look at people like this is definitely not the same kind. Even wearing Zhu Huan's human skin, he is not the same person as us."

"Demon spirits? Monsters?" Su Yan was taken aback, her lips trembling slightly, "No, not a practitioner from the Scarlet Sun Empire?"

"Definitely not." When Yu Yuan gave the answer, he was suddenly worried, "If it's not a human being, it's even more difficult if it's not possessed by the Yin God of the human race. Human words can still be reasonable. Demon spirits and monsters , This kind of foreign body is a guy who doesn't cry without seeing the coffin."

"Chi Chi!"

Between Zhu Huan's eyebrows, flesh and blood burst open.

The soul-breaking stick was only aimed at his forehead from a distance, and he was injured.

Zhao Yafu at the entrance of the cave suddenly keenly sensed that the dragon-shaped sharp blade that belonged to her, the internal dragon breath and spiritual power were no longer being torn and suppressed.

Whoa!

Zhu Huan threw out the dragon-shaped sharp blade and shot it at the soul breaking stick, trying to break the refined soul light on the tip of the stick.

With a bang, two layers of gold and silver brilliance, like a peacock spreading its tail, formed in front of the Soul Breaking Stick.

The dragon-shaped sharp blade pierced above, and there was a piercing sound from Guanghua, and the sharp blade clanged to the ground.

On the contrary, Zhao Yafu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that as long as the sharp blade is not in Zhu Huan's hands, it will be fine.

"Help me!"

Holding his palms together, Yan Lu, who was staring at Zhu Huan, let out a low growl.

The soul-destroying stick approaching Zhu Huan became slower and slower, and every inch of progress seemed to exhaust his efforts.

The cleft between Zhu Huan's eyebrows became bigger and bigger, and the bones under the skin of his forehead were faintly visible.

But there was no trace of fear in Zhu Huan's eyes.

The green light spots in the eyes are still flickering, still gathering evil power.

"You take care of him."

The leader of the Su family, wearing Shenyu Tianyi, also came to Zhu Huan after Yan Lu asked for help.

The members of the Su family stared at Yu Yuan with reluctance and reluctance on their faces.

"He was the first to expose Zhu Huan's face. Based on this alone, you should temporarily let go of your prejudices." Su Yan said.

That being said, those members of the Su family sighed and moved a little closer to Yu Yuan.

"Big brothers and sisters, I'm sorry to trouble you." Yu Yuan cupped his hands insincerely, as if he had greeted him.

"Be careful, I'll help Yan Lu." Zhan Tianxiang also walked out slowly from Youyue City, and then said: "If you don't have artifacts and spells for the soul, don't stand up and make a fool of yourself."

Up to now, everyone can roughly see that Zhu Huan is not afraid of the blow of flesh and blood.

Because he was already dead.

To be precise, everyone already knows that there are other souls attached to Zhu Huan's body, and they use Zhu Huan's identity and body to do evil.

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