Chapter 1802 Horcrux!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battlefield was expanding. The Devil Peak had already collapsed, and the rubble was flying everywhere. Even where the Devil Peak was originally located, a huge deep pit appeared, and there was a gurgling basement, and then it splashed everywhere under the influence of the tyrannical force.

"Retreat, retreat quickly." Master Yan San commanded the Shenlong Legion and quickly arranged the warriors around to retreat again.

The scope of the battle circle was getting wider and wider.

In particular, the Great Sun Demon Flame Fist of the Yama Scorpion was powerful, and the demon flame gas released was also highly toxic. Ordinary warriors would die if they just touched it or inhaled a little.

During the battle, several warriors who were curious and stood relatively forward died.

"For these people, watching the excitement is more important than life?" Jiuchi Laodao couldn't help shaking his head.

Master Yan San was helpless. Some people were indeed taking great risks and were unwilling to retreat too much.

"We just need to fulfill our duties."

Master Yan San looked at the battlefield in the distance with a serious expression, "I don't know if Luo Feng can deal with this evil demon."

The old Taoist Jiuchi was also worried.

The power displayed by Yan Moxie was too strong. From the scene, Yan Moxie had always had the upper hand in the battle. In most cases, Luo Feng was more passively defensive, which was really worrying.

"However, Luo Feng's expression was still very calm. He still had a trump card." The old Taoist Jiuchi spoke in a deep voice.

Boom!

The two figures separated again.

"You really surprised me." Yan Moxie looked at Luo Feng with disdainful eyes, and his fist seemed to have black magic flames beating. "Since you killed two of my followers, then I can give you a chance to become my servant and save your life."

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes.

At this moment of the battle, Yan Moxie actually had a "love for talent" for him?

"The graves of ten girls and babies in Zhaojia Village need your head to worship." Luo Feng said calmly and indifferently, "Otherwise, I, Luo Feng, will not be able to live up to those ten innocent lives."

Swoosh!

In Luo Feng's hand,

the Jiuli Holy Sword appeared, the azure blade light cut through the sky, and a long and shocking groan was emitted. The air was violently vibrating. Luo Feng's sword seemed to be enough to split the world in half.

At the same time, Luo Feng turned his palm, and another drop of ancestral blood appeared, which quickly merged into Luo Feng's blood.

"Relying on the protection of the ancestors, I can only deal with them for a few rounds." Seeing this scene, Yan Moxie sneered, his eyes flashed with disdain, "I want to see how many drops of ancestral blood you have for you to squander."

Swoosh!

Yan Moxie's figure passed by, turned into a black stream of light, and the black fist print came again.

Luo Feng swung the sword, his face grim.

The phantom of the sword light!

In an instant, countless blade lights covered, fierce and domineering, facing the fist marks all over the sky.

The sharpness of the mythical pattern soldiers was unstoppable.

One by one, the dark fist marks were chopped and shattered.

"I have ancestors to rely on, do you have any?" Luo Feng looked down on Yan Moxie.

A hint of anger flashed across Yan Moxie's eyes.

He really didn't have any.

In the ancient times, there might have been peerless strongmen who could leave ancestral blood to protect their descendants in the demon clan, but that was definitely not Jiuyou Peak.

Otherwise, Jiuyou Peak would not be ranked sixth among the eleven peaks of the demon clan.

Luo Feng's words also carried a tentative meaning.

As far as he knew, in the Tianyu realm, only the strong men of the Luo and Chu lines had left ancestral blood.

He had no idea about the depth of the demon clan.

However, Luo Feng believed that ancestral blood must exist in the demon clan.

Judging from Yan Moxie's face, his lineage did not have ancestral blood.

"It seems that my guess is correct. Jiuyou Peak's status in the demon clan is not that good." Luo Feng sneered and pointed his knife at Yan Moxie. "So, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant in front of me?"

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sharp edge of Jiuli Holy Sword was revealed.

The knife light was dazzling, turning into a series of gorgeous colorful clouds.

Sword tactics, Jiuli!

Huh!

In a flash, Yan Moxie took out a mythical pattern weapon in his hand. The blood-colored spear was sharp, and the weapon patterns on it shone with dazzling cold light. The weapon patterns rotated, and it seemed that blood was splashing out.

"Flying Demon Thirteen Thorns."

Yan Moxie's figure moved and turned into black lightning. The blood-colored spear in his hand burst out with terrifying energy. The area covered by the blood-colored spear was like a bloody ocean, ready to swallow people at any time.

Luo Feng waved his knife to deal with Yan Moxie.

In a flash, Luo Feng's eyes flickered with golden flames, and two solid golden beams shot out.

Fiery eyes!

Boom!

A roar broke out in the air.

At the same time, Luo Feng's thoughts turned, and a thought turned into thunder.

The invisible thunder was like a strange long snake, directly descending into the mind of Yan Moxie.

Boom!

Luo Feng's pupils shrank slightly.

There was a mysterious power in Yan Moxie's mind that blocked this wave of attacks.

"You are actually a divine mind master!" At this moment, Yan Moxie's eyes finally changed, revealing shock, staring at Luo Feng in disbelief.

He knew the existence of divine mind masters, so he also knew how powerful divine mind masters were.

The attack methods of divine mind masters are hard to defend against and extremely powerful.

However, Yan Moxie also knew how rare divine mind masters were.

As far as he knew, there were only a handful of demons and spiritual masters that existed in the world.

Boom boom boom!

Invisible thunder struck Yan Mo Scorpion's mental power.

Yan Mo Scorpion quickly calmed down and looked at Luo Feng with teasing and contemptuous eyes, "It turns out that I am just a low-level spiritual master. You never dreamed that I have a Horcrux to protect the soul."

Luo Feng raised his eyebrows lightly.

Horcrux!

He heard it for the first time.

However, he immediately understood the function of the Horcrux.

As the name suggests, protect the soul.

The invisible barrier in Yan Moxiao's mind must be the Horcrux he mentioned.

call out!

Luo Feng's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and swung his sword, and the sharp sword light swept across.

At the same time, fully mobilize the amplitude of mental power.

A thought turns into thunder!

One thought turned into fire!

A thought turns into a water arrow!

Boom boom boom!

The three merged together, like three sharp knives, piercing the soul of Yama Scorpion.

This was the first time Luo Feng used all his power as a telepathic master.

The amplitude of Luo Feng's mental power has reached nearly 5,000. He wants to see if the so-called Horcrux on Yan Mo Scorpion can stop his 'moment'.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yan Mo Scorpion's expression finally changed, and at this moment, he felt like he suddenly had a splitting headache.

There were cracks in the Horcrux that enveloped his soul...

This is not something he can control at all.

Horcruxes, specially designed to resist the attacks of spiritual masters.

Such a protective instrument was also forged by a telepathic master. Yan Moscorpion was not a telepathic master and could not control the soul weapon to bring out its best effect. At this moment, under Luo Feng's mental power offensive, which was like a violent storm. Next, Yan Mo Scorpion is about to collapse!