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Zhuo Yifan scrubbed his staff, a strange light appeared in his eyes.

Ba Feng sneered and said: "You want to communicate with the power of the mind, don't dream, almost everyone who got the staff has done this before."

Zhuo Yifan frowned and said, "Can't you be quiet?"

Ba Feng sneered endlessly.

Zhuo Yifan's spiritual power gradually approached the staff, as if a pair of warm hands were gently stroking the staff, feeling the patterns on it, his mind was peaceful.

The spiritual power slowly entered the staff, like water droplets entering the desert, without causing any changes.

Zhuo Yifan frowned slightly, a little surprised.

This staff does not exclude one's own power from entering, but it is limited to this, and there is no special change.

The feeling of recognizing the owner of any magic weapon is almost the same, that is, the connection between the soul and the soul.

Between thoughts, we can communicate with each other.

It was the first time for someone like Zhuo Yifan who was able to interact and establish a connection with the staff, but showed no signs of recognizing the master.

Ba Cheng and the others looked at Zhuo Yifan nervously.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan frown, they also felt relieved.

If this super artifact is really recognized by the human race like Zhuo Yifan, it will undoubtedly be a kind of irony for the bully clan.

And people have a strange psychology, that is, what they can't get and can't do, and they don't want others to get it.

Bafeng sneered and said: "How about it, Yuanyuan, you just give up! Bacheng, quickly take back the treasure of the clan and let me integrate. You will be the biggest contributors to my Ba clan. If you dominate the world in the future, you will be the elders .”

Ba Cheng frowned, and said a little unbearably: "Brother, stop dreaming, this is impossible."

"What's impossible? Didn't you see the communication between me and the Soul-Eating Staff? It likes me, accepts me, and wants to merge with me. Why are you so stupid to let the treasure fall into the hands of outsiders?"

Ba Feng is furious and cannot be repaired: "Listen to my order, everyone will act immediately, kill Yuan Yuan, and get back the treasure."

"Brother, wake up!" Ba Cheng finally couldn't help it, and said with tears streaming down his face, "Why don't you take a look at your body?"

"My body? Hehe, I did suffer some injuries, but it's nothing. I will recover soon. Just let me... how is this possible, what about my body?"

When Ba Feng spoke, he subconsciously looked at his body.

Seeing this, he felt like a lightning strike, and he exclaimed loudly, wave after wave of panic struck.

I saw that except for one head, which was still intact, from the chest and abdomen down, it was actually broken into two halves.

Blood was flowing in pools, and the intestines and other internal organs were exposed, which was horrible.

If it was a human race, such injuries would have been fatal.

The tyrants are talented and powerful like a magic weapon, and this has been able to support them until now.

He tugged at his hair desperately, and said frantically, "What's going on? How did I become like this? It must have been done by the monster, Yuan Yuan, right? Ba Cheng, kill him quickly and avenge your brother!"

"Brother Yuan didn't do it." Ba Xian sneered, "You are really crazy, you have completely forgotten everything you have done."

"It wasn't made by Yuan Yuan?" Ba Feng was shocked, and asked in doubt: "Who made that?"

"Brother, you did it yourself. You blasted your body to pieces with the Soul Devouring Staff. We couldn't stop it at all. You still wanted to kill us all. If it wasn't for Yuan Yuan, we would have all died."

Ba Cheng couldn't bear to say.

Many warriors of the Tyrant clan also had weird expressions on their faces.

"I... did it myself? It's impossible."

Domineering.

At this moment, not only doubts, but also fear in his heart.

This is not the fear of his imminent death, but the fear of Zhuo Yifan's ability.

It is simply too terrifying for a spiritual master who is in the realm of contemplating souls to be controlled by others.

How exactly did he do it?

Zhuo Yifan had no time to pay attention to a useless person at the moment.

All his mind was on the Soul Devouring Staff.

Increase the transmission of divine power, but there is still no movement.

The Soul Devouring Staff really deserves to be refined from [Kong]'s corpse. The internal space seems to be infinite, and no amount of spiritual power can be accommodated.

Zhuo Yifan didn't dare to continue anymore.

In just a short while, he had channeled half of his spiritual power into it, but the staff still remained unchanged.

According to Zhuo Yifan's understanding, after this thing recognizes its owner, the dust on its eyes will change.

Made, this guy is too cool!

Zhuo Yifan raised a wave of anger, slapped the staff suddenly, and cursed: "If you dare to pretend to be dead again, believe it or not, I will slap you to death."

In his palm, a flame rose suddenly.

This is Zhuo Yifan using his natal fire, which is stronger than the real fire of Samadhi.

Although Zhuo Yifan hasn't passed the catastrophe and ascended, he has a special physique and is a perfect physique.

At this moment, the fire of life is displayed, which can almost burn everything in the soul.

This was also an unconscious move by Zhuo Yifan who was annoyed.

It's not that I really want to burn the Soul Eater Staff.

Besides, with the strength of the Soul Devouring Staff, almost nothing in the world can destroy it.

But there was a scene that he didn't expect.

The moment the flame burst out, the Soul Devouring Staff made a strange fluctuation, trembling violently, as if trying to escape from Zhuo Yifan's grasp.

A strange light flashed in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, he laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, so you really exist, if you don't want to die, just be honest."

"Zhuo Yifan, you devil, you finally appeared. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Back then you killed me and refined me into a weapon spirit, causing me to suffer so much. I hate you."

Zhuo Yifan was stunned when the soul of this tool spirit came through sound transmission.

He thought of a thousand possibilities, but none of them thought of such a possibility.

Nima, this weapon spirit actually knows itself.

And it was also revealed that this staff was actually refined by himself.

Eh, that's not right, didn't it mean that the Soul Devouring Staff was forged by the ancestor god Nuwa?

How did it become self-refined?

Moreover, killing the [Void Devouring Beast], since when did he have such a powerful force?

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan was extremely shocked.

But he pretended to be fierce, and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, if you don't listen, I will kill you immediately."

"Zhuo Yifan, you are amazing. You discovered even a trace of my remnant soul. I have been cultivating my health and rest for thousands of years, and just after I recovered, you appeared. You are really my destiny. !"

Zhuo Yifan pretended to be profound and said: "Who told you that you are impatient and want to recover. Let me just say, my magic circle is powerful, but it is only an inducement. How can it make a soul in the realm of watching the soul feel so weak?" The god master became so crazy, it turned out that you were playing tricks, and you wanted to absorb his soul consciousness to increase yourself."

"So what, he volunteered, I just fulfilled him."

"Not only that, but you also want to turn him into a puppet to help you dominate the world." Zhuo Yifan pointed out Qi Ling's evil intentions with a smile.