Ba Feng was completely immersed in his fantasy and showed a silly smile.
Suddenly, at this moment, Ba Feng felt that his hands were empty.
The close connection with the staff was suddenly severed.
This surprise is truly extraordinary.
Just when he was about to be done, he was suddenly cut off from contact. The powerful backlash alone was not something that ordinary people could bear.
Click!
He suddenly heard a strange noise.
This voice seems to resound deep in the soul, and also seems to resound in the heart.
After the sound sounded, he felt like his whole body was shattered into pieces instantly like a porcelain doll.
He let out a scream of terror and opened his eyes suddenly, but he was stunned.
Everything in front of him was completely beyond his imagination.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked at the familiar figure in front of him, and said, "Brother, you...how are you alive again?"
Is there any trace of embarrassment in the Bacheng in front of me?
Except for a little bit of mud on the animal skin clothes, there was no blood at all, let alone any injuries.
The other warriors also looked at him with strange expressions.
Their bodies were intact and there was no appearance of blood staining the scene.
Even the dead warrior was intact.
"You...your neck has fallen off, how can you still be alive? No...no, this is not real, this must be in a dream."
Ba Feng shouted in disbelief.
"I want to wake up, I want to wake up. My great Lord Ba Feng cannot be defeated by a lowly human race."
He slapped his cheek hard. The slap was so hard that it instantly became red and swollen.
Looking at the crazy Ba Feng, Bacheng sighed with a strange expression, and couldn't bear to shout: "Brother, wake up, you are not dreaming, this is all true."
"Not dreaming? Impossible? Zhuo Yifan, you... you're not dead either? You even stole my soul-eating staff. I'm going to kill you."
Ba Feng blinked and saw an unforgettable figure.
It was Zhuo Yifan who looked indifferent, holding the soul-eating staff in his hand, looking at him with a look of pity.
That kind of look is like a normal rich man looking at a disabled person begging on the street, which is simply unacceptable.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was about to unleash the most terrifying psychic attack to kill Zhuo Yifan.
But in an instant, his face turned ashen and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. It was simply unbelievable.
"No...no, what is going on? My psychic magnetic field...my divine power? Why are they gone? And my heart, this is absolutely impossible."
Ba Feng was stunned and stunned.
My mind felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and I was completely confused.
The previously powerful spiritual magnetic field has actually been shattered.
It's like a broken plate that is barely held together with tape. If it moves even slightly, it will turn into crumbs all over the floor.
And the powerful fluctuations before were gone now.
Psychic magnetic field, die!
The extremely powerful demon's heart also felt like it was suffocating.
That's a sign of rapid decline.
At this moment, he felt like a fish that had been caught ashore, trying hard to breathe the last bit of air that belonged to him.
The whole world is gradually losing color before our eyes.
"Yuan, what is going on? Please tell me so that I can understand!"
The fierce flames in his eyes disappeared with the disappearance of his power. At this moment, when the fire of life was about to be extinguished, his biggest wish was to know how he could be defeated.
Zhuo Yifan sighed and said: "Actually, I didn't do anything, I just amplified the inner demons in your heart. You are a narrow-minded person, your flaws will be repaid, and you have great ambitions and ambitions. The inner demons were planted early."
, it will break out sooner or later, I just helped you advance it."
He smiled faintly: "At least, before this, you haven't caused any real regrets."
Ba Feng looked at Ba Cheng and the brothers, with a hint of shame in his eyes.
He said painfully: "So that's it, haha, Yuan, you are indeed the curse here. Everyone who meets you is destined to have a bad end."
Zhuo Yifan said: "Ba Feng, you are a peerless genius, and you can actually come up with this method to drive the soul-eating staff, but it's a pity that if you really want to continue this, not to mention the Ba clan, the entire Samsara Continent, I'm afraid
They will all be plunged into a bloody storm."
Ba Feng laughed loudly: "I am the real master of the Soul-Eating Staff. Even if I die today, I cannot change this fact."
"No, you are not. At best, you can only become a slave to the staff with this method." Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly: "I, Primordial, am its real master. Do you want to see it?"
Not only Ba Feng, but also all the Ba clan warriors and Ba Shan could not believe these words.
This is ridiculous.
How could He De, a human race, become the master of the Overlord clan's artifact?
It is said that if this artifact was refined from the ancestral god, no one can make it recognize its owner.
Zhuo Yifan glanced at the crowd and said, "Why, you don't believe it?"
Ba Cheng said solemnly: "Of course I don't believe it, Yuan Yuan, although you just saved our lives, it doesn't mean that we will support you. You are still a member of the human race. After leaving the Holy Land, our Ba clan will still do the same.
Issue a fatwa to take revenge on you."
Zhuo Yifan was speechless: "I have already said that I came here accidentally. Forget it, you won't believe it. As long as I can make the Soul-Eating Staff recognize its owner, you will no longer
Are you holding me accountable?"
Ba Chengdao: "The Soul-Eating Staff is a super artifact given by the Ancestral God Nuwa. It has been a treasure of the clan for countless years. Over the past tens of millions of years, the Ba clan has also seen many wonderful and brilliant super geniuses, but the most powerful genius is
, at most it is borrowing part of the power of the staff, and no one has ever been able to make the staff truly recognize its owner."
He took a deep breath: "If you can really make the staff recognize its owner, you will be the envoy of our overlord and the supreme guest."
Ba Xian shouted excitedly: "Brother Yuan, I believe in you, you will definitely be able to do it."
Ba Shan is also full of expectations: "Brother Yuan, after becoming a divine envoy, even the clan leader will listen to you."
Zhuo Yifan smiled and said, "Has everything been written off after becoming a divine envoy?"
"Of course. The premise is that you can succeed."
Everyone nodded.
In fact, even if you are a tyrant, you don't have much hope.
This [Soul-Eating Staff] has existed for a long time, and it is impossible for it to be recognized as its owner.
Ba Feng also stared at Zhuo Yifan and said: "Yuan, this soul-eating staff has established a deep connection with me for a long time. It is impossible for you to make him recognize it as its master. You should let me and its soul become one."
!Even if I die, the staff can still protect my clan."
Zhuo Yifan smiled coldly: "Ba Feng, just give up! You want to use your soul to pollute the staff and become the spirit of the staff. How is this possible? The staff is inherently spiritual and will never tolerate second thoughts.
There is a magical spirit, but if you really do this, the end result will be nothing but ashes and nothing will be changed."
Ba Feng saw through Zhuo Yifan's thoughts and did not quibble. He just urged: "Since you are so sure, why don't you start?"