"Who are you, sir?"
Yan Lu roared and stepped out of the crowd. Step by step, he walked toward Zhu Huan.
WHOOSH!
Two streaks of dazzling light, one gold and one silver, shot out of his cuffs and interwove in front of his chest, forming a short stick that was engraved with complicated golden and silver patterns.
The short stick didn't fall into his hand. Instead, it floated in front of his chest and moved forward inch by inch as he walked. FIZZ!
FIZZ!
FIZZ! The space between him and Zhu Huan seemed to be squeezed by something, giving rise to strange sounds.
The trial takers from the Li Clan and Youyue City, who had been standing in that area, suddenly felt their chests tighten, and couldn't help but step aside to make way.
It opened up a straight path for Yan Lu to rush towards Zhu Huan.
"Not bad."
Yu Yuan's eyes narrowed as he stared at the short stick and commented in a low voice, "The young master of the Yan Clan is smart. After all, he's willing to listen to others."
He couldn't tell what spiritual material the short stick was made of.
However, when Yan Lu summoned it and examined it with rapt attention, he felt as if golden and silver light were trying to penetrate his soul and injure it.
He instantly realized that the short stick Yan Lu, the new moon of the Tang Empire, was holding must contain power that could threaten spirits.
"I can't believe the Yan Clan gave him their precious treasure."
Su Yan was clearly shocked as she stared at the short stick that was engraved with golden and silver patterns. "Aren't the Yan Clan afraid that they'll lose it in the forbidden land of the Falling Moons?"
"The Yan Clan's precious treasure?" Yu Yuan was taken aback. "Does it have a special effect on spirits?"
"That short stick is also called the Soul-crushing Stick. It's a seventh level Earth grade spiritual tool," Su Yan explained. "Normally speaking, only cultivators at the Subtle realm and the Nether God realm will be able to bring out the full power of an Earth grade spiritual tool. What I'm more worried about is whether Yan Lu, who is at the late Golden Hall stage, will be able to bring out the full power of the Soul-crushing Stick. "
"Soul-crushing, Soul-crushing..." Yu Yuan nodded slightly. "It seems that I was right. This short stick can really deal with spirits."
"What's going on with Zhu Huan?" Su Yan turned her head and looked at Yu Yuan, who had remained calm ever since Zhu Huan came back to life. "He doesn't look like a Yin Spirit."
"I haven't figured it out yet," Yu Yuan said with a frown.
At this moment.
Zhu Huan, who had his chest pierced by the dragon-shaped blade and nailed to the stone wall, slowly reached out to grab the handle of the blade.
At the same time, an extremely strange scene played out.
Drops of blood suddenly flowed out of his wounds that had been penetrated by hundreds of silver lightning bolts.
Drops of blood that looked like glowing red beads squeezed into his wounds and entered his body.
Even the blood that fell to the ground flew up drop by drop and fused into his body like water melting into the sea.
Furthermore, the bloody holes on his neck, face, and forehead actually healed under everyone's gazes.
It was as if he was not injured at all.
His fleshly body recovered within a short period of time. Only then did he slowly exert force with his hand that was grabbing the sharp blade.
He pulled out the dragon-shaped sharp blade bit by bit.
No blood spurted out. The dragon-shaped sharp blade seemed to have been pulled out of the scabbard through a crack in the wood.
Zhu Huan's eyes were closed the whole time, as if he were sleepwalking.
At the mouth of the cave, Zhao Yafu and a Yan Clan member stood side by side and stared at him blankly. The expressions on their faces were extremely unnatural.
Zhu Huan finally opened his eyes.
In the depths of his pupils, bits of green light could be seen flickering like ghostly flames.
He looked up at Zhao Yafu with an expressionless face. The dragon-shaped sharp blade in his hand suddenly started to tremble violently.
Wisps of dragon aura could be seen within the dragon-shaped sharp blade, as if a giant dragon was being whipped by its neck and pulled by its tendons.
Zhao Yafu let out a muffled groan, feeling as if a giant dragon was wailing in her acupoints.
By relying on her connection with the spiritual tool, she knew that a strange power that didn't belong to her had rushed into the sharp blade like a flood, wantonly destroying the dragon aura and spiritual power she had nurtured within it.
"Yan Lu!"
At this moment, Yu Yuan called out loudly.
Yan Lu, who had been accumulating power for a long time, put his palms together as if he had a tacit understanding with Zhu Huan.
In front of his palms, the gold and silver patterns on the Soul-breaking Stick suddenly came to life and started to spin around it.
The moment the gold and silver patterns started to spin, everyone who stared at the stick felt dizzy.
Yu Yuan, who had refined his Heavenly Soul, was the most affected. He instantly felt a splitting headache.
His soul felt as if it was being pressed against a millstone. As the millstone spun, it was being crushed. It was so painful that he almost screamed.
WHOOSH!
The spinning Soul Breaking Staff unhurriedly smashed towards Zhu Huan's glabella.
A strange feeling that their souls were being twisted and space was collapsing grew in everyone's hearts.
In an instant, the thin spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth between Yan Lu and Zhu Huan was forcibly driven away.
The green spots in Zhu Huan's eyes were like evil spirits that woke up one after another and shone brightly.
The expression in his eyes and on his face was so cold and indifferent, as if the people at the bottom of the pit were nothing more than lambs, livestock for sacrifice.
— They weren't his kind with flesh, blood, and soul.
"If he's not possessed by a demon spirit, then he's possessed by a devil."
Yu Yuan came to a conclusion and whispered to Su Yan, who was beside him, "The way he looks at people is definitely not our kind. Even if he's wearing Zhu Huan's skin, he's not like us. "
"Demon spirit? Devil? "Su Yan was shocked, her lips trembling." He's not a cultivator from the Scarlet Sun Empire? "
"Definitely not." Yu Yuan gave the answer, and then suddenly became worried. "If he's not a human, then it's even more difficult to deal with. If he's a human, we can still reason with him. Demon spirits and devils are all people who won't cry until they see the coffin. "
FIZZ!
Blood and flesh split open between Zhu Huan's eyebrows.
The Soul-breaking Stick was only aimed at his forehead from afar, but he was already injured.
At the mouth of the pit, Zhao Yafu suddenly sensed that the dragon aura and spiritual power inside her dragon-shaped blade were no longer being suppressed.
SHEW!
Zhu Huan threw the dragon-shaped blade towards the Soul-breaking Stick in an attempt to break the refined soul light at the tip of the stick.
With a bang, two layers of golden and silver light formed in front of the Soul-breaking Stick like a peacock spreading its tail.
The dragon-shaped blade pierced through the air with an ear-piercing sound. The blade fell to the ground with a clang, and the dragon aura and spiritual power inside it became chaotic, unable to move at all.
Zhao Yafu let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the blade would be fine as long as it wasn't in Zhu Huan's hands.
"Help me!"
Yan Lu, who was staring at Zhu Huan with his hands clasped together, roared in a low voice.
The Soul-breaking Stick that was approaching Zhu Huan became slower and slower. Every inch it moved forward seemed to drain him of all his energy.
The crack between Zhu Huan's eyebrows grew bigger and bigger, to the point where the bones under his forehead could be vaguely seen.
However, there wasn't a trace of fear in Zhu Huan's eyes.
The green spots at the bottom of his eyes were still flickering and gathering evil power.
"You guys take care of him."
The leader of the Su Family, who was wearing the Divine Feather Heavenly Robe, also came to Zhu Huan after Yan Lu asked for help.
The Su Family clansmen stared at Yu Yuan with reluctant faces, not saying a word.
"He exposed Zhu Huan's true face first. Just based on this, you should put aside your prejudice for now," Su Yan said.
Hearing this, the Su Family clansmen sighed and moved slightly closer to Yu Yuan.
"Brothers and sisters, then I'll have to trouble you." Yu Yuan clasped his hands insincerely as a greeting.
"Be careful. I'll go help Yan Lu." Zhan Tianxiang also slowly walked out from Youyue City's side and said, "If you don't have an artifact or incantation against souls, don't stand out and embarrass yourself."
At this point, everyone could generally see that Zhu Huan was not afraid of physical attacks at all.
Because he had died long ago.
To be exact, everyone already knew that there was another spirit that had attached itself to Zhu Huan's body, using Zhu Huan's identity and body to do evil.
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