Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 718 Don’t Open
Cousin is dead?

Han Yu almost broke his teeth and his whole body was shaking.

"Zhao! Don't mess around!"

The spirit of the weapon was really afraid of Han Yu like this. Last time, when he thought Mo Xiuwen was killed by Meng Yun, Han Yu knew that he would die if he activated the Dharma image, but he still fought to the death with the opponent.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, God knows what else Han Yu can do.

But you absolutely cannot open the Dharma image again.

The spirit of the weapon kept persuading him, "This damn bottle is desperately expanding your sea of ​​consciousness. You must not open it again this time. You can't open it. Something will happen. You will really die."

The size of the sea of ​​consciousness determines the endurance of a cultivator with supernatural powers. Now no one knows how long it will take for Han Yu's sea of ​​consciousness to be exhausted.

Can it be used up before the physical body collapses?

Or maybe he was cremated before he could consume his energy.

The spirit of the weapon definitely believes in the second one. After all, its sea of ​​consciousness is too large now.

"Use your sea of ​​consciousness to consume it, don't use your Dharma image, let's fight a protracted war."

Seeing that persuasion seemed to be useless, the spirit of the weapon, with Han Yu's teeth still grinding, quickly changed his strategy and offered some advice.

It was not a bad idea. Given the width of his sea of ​​consciousness now, if Han Yu fought a protracted war, he could kill group after group of enemies of the same strength.

Of course, cross-border transactions are another matter. If the strength is not equal, it will be futile no matter how long it lasts.

Before it could finish its words, Han Yu suddenly moved!
Because the figure that had been swallowed appeared again at this time, having fallen directly from a high place.

Fire suddenly appeared, and Han Yu had already rushed into the field. With a wave of his hand, a sea of ​​fire gushed out and spread over an area of ​​three miles, forcing a group of monks to retreat continuously.

At this time, he looked at the figure in his hand with a gloomy face.

He couldn't bear to look at it any more!
But the weapon spirit suddenly cried out strangely, "Something's wrong, you bastard, don't be so anxious."

According to Mo Xiuwen's cultivation level and physical strength, it is impossible for him to still have his physical body preserved and die in such an environment, right?
Han Yu was stunned for a moment, then he looked down and saw Zhuihun in his arms, dying, but with a bright smile.

"I didn't expect you to be so anxious about me."

To be honest, it would be a lie for Zhuihun to say that he was not moved. Look at how anxious this guy is, and how murderous he is.

Well, very friendly.

Although Han Yu wanted to throw Zhuihun away directly, he still kept a weird look on his face.

"How could it be you?"

How could this guy be fighting for Middle-earth?

And what’s wrong with the old man from the Mo family? He can recognize any of his sons randomly.

Especially that bastard Mo Xiuwen, who caused me to act impulsively for him twice in a row.

"I'm dying."

Zhuihun suddenly sighed. Not only had his body completely collapsed, but his soul was also being pulled away.

Han Yu's expression changed. He naturally discovered that the other party's body was getting softer and softer as if it was melting, and then it really turned into ashes.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Han Yu couldn't help but sigh.

I didn't expect that soul-chasing really exists!

He raised his hand and pointed into the distance, which was the direction to go out to sea.

"When I die in a moment, keep my soul safe so that it cannot be taken away, and then return my body to me."

What?
Han Yu was already feeling a little sad, and he made her feel even more upset.

Is this... a clone?
On the other side of the sea, in one of the Tianbo ferries that had just left the shallow waters, Zhuihun shook his head and sighed, "My clone is dead."

The feeling of death is definitely not pleasant, especially when this feeling is transmitted back to him specifically.

But he was also very glad, and he couldn't help but scold Mo Xiuwen.

"See? I'll die if I go in person, and yet you still want to die heroically."

Although the words were harsh, Mo Xiuwen did not refute them. Instead, he looked at him with gratitude.

It is indeed because Zhuihun is willing to sacrifice his clone to replace him that he can buy more time.

If it were him, he would definitely not be able to persist as long as he did. Besides, when it comes to the application of these ghost powers, Zhuihun obviously knows more about it than him.

The starting point of all this naturally happened after Zhuihun stopped him.

Zhuihun said the same thing at that time.

"Since I'm going to die, I might as well go."

Mo Xiuwen's expression at that time was quite surprised. Zhuihun was rushing to die. Was it his illusion, or was Zhuihun crazy?

This was neither his illusion nor the Soul Chaser's madness, because the Soul Chaser had given him a "die-in" meal right on the spot.

When Zhuihun started to use the Four Divisions of Heaven and Earth that he had always abandoned again, he was actually worried.

After all, the precedent of the split soul was his birth. If he were to feel uncomfortable again like the split soul, that would be quite exciting.

So, this time, Zhuihun didn't dare to separate too many at once and only dared to release one.

The moment the clone appeared, Zhuihun was already on guard, and then asked the first question to the guy who looked exactly like him.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

The figure had a strange look on his face and rolled his eyes, "You are the real one, I am the clone."

This was beyond Zhuihun's expectations. It was actually different from what he had imagined and not like Fenhun's character.

The clone was also direct enough, sneering out loud, "Don't you have any idea why you brought me out here?"

This was Zhuihun's turn to feel embarrassed, but he quickly reacted.

It's simply the opposite of Tian Gang, with the clone blaming the original body.

Zhuihun pointed at the mechanical image and said, "Do you want to go or should I go?"

This time the clone was more direct. He came behind the Dharma Image and pulled out Mo Xiuwen, who was still in a daze, while muttering something to himself.

"You just want me to come out and die! And you're still trying to beat around the bush."

Although the clone complained, he was not hesitant about committing suicide and went ahead without hesitation.

So until now Zhuihun himself still couldn't believe it.

Could it be that there is an essential difference between me and my split soul, which leads to such a huge difference in the effects we produce?

There seems to be no way to verify this point, but his clone really sacrificed himself generously this time and did a great job.

On the contrary, Han Yu's head is quite ugly.

The clone died in Han Yu's arms regardless of worldly opinions, and then his soul was taken away by Han Yu. It was weird no matter how you looked at it.

Of course, the most crucial thing is the monks who are gradually gathering around.

All of them are in the realm of practicing Tao!
What is crucial is the awe-inspiring figure above the heads of Quan Xiaotong and others.

Divine realm!
Zhuo! He really encountered it.

Su Xiaoxiao is such a bad jinx!

"Run!"

The spirit of the weapon looked extremely ugly and urged.

Han Yu was silent for a while, then suddenly shook his head.

"I can't run away, so I won't run away."

In front of him, not only were there a group of powerful men from Central Plains who were like lost dogs, but there were also fireflies flying constantly above their heads.

"Did you see it?"

Han Yu asked suddenly.

The spirit of the weapon naturally saw it, but what could it say?

The world of cultivators is a place where the strong prey on the weak, not to mention that this is the Yama Palace against Central Plains, it will only be more cruel.

"How does this guy compare to the old Taoist in terms of spiritual power?"

Han Yu asked suddenly.

"Zhao, what do you want to do?"

The spirit of the weapon was shocked. This bastard actually wanted to attack the divine realm?

Han Yu saw that the monks around him had started to move, so he quickly asked again.

If this guy is not at the level of the Western Territory, and is just a fake like the old Taoist.

It’s not that we can’t fight.

"Slightly stronger than Lao Dao, about the same as Meng Yun."

The spirit of the weapon spoke helplessly. At this point, it realized that it could no longer stop Han Yu, or even if it did, it would be useless.

Even if he didn't have any intentions on the other party, the other party would definitely not let him go.

Therefore, the only hope of the weapon spirit is to persuade Han Yu.

"Promise me, don't open it..."

(End of this chapter)