Big dreamer

"Hey, Yang Jian, be gentle, don't destroy his soul by accident." The yellow-browed monk shouted hurriedly when he saw this.

Yang Jian turned a deaf ear to his words. After a test, he had already found that the barrier on Shen Luo's soul was not weak. If he didn't use all his strength, he might not be able to break it.

"Break it for me!"

He shouted softly, and a golden light flashed on the fingertips of his raised fingers, and instantly rushed into Shen Luo's crown.

Shen Luo shuddered all over, and a loud roar came from his sea of ​​consciousness.

A golden lightning appeared out of thin air in his sea of ​​consciousness and struck his soul figure.

Shen Luo felt a sharp pain in his sea of ​​consciousness. The lightning directly pierced the light released from the soul robe and struck the soul figure. .

Just when Yang Jian thought he had finally broken through this barrier, a Buddhist chant suddenly sounded in Shen Luo's sea of ​​consciousness, and then the cassock shone brightly, and several sharp blades condensed by divine thoughts shot out from it.

Before everyone could react, Yang Jian suddenly screamed, and the palm that was clasped on Shen Luo's head suddenly retracted. He hugged his head with both hands, "waded" back a few steps, and almost fell off the altar.

"This is... a counterattack from the soul." The yellow-browed monk said in surprise.

Zhen Yuanzi on the side flashed his eyes, stepped forward, and slapped Shen Luo on the top of his head.

Shen Luo's body shook, and suddenly seemed to have drained all his strength, and he sat down directly.

On the other side, Yang Jian also stabilized his body, looked at Shen Luo in disbelief, and his expression was quite complicated.

"Isn't even the soul-stealing technique useful?" The yellow-browed monk pondered.

"Why bother? Kill him. After collecting the remaining souls, there is also a way to take out the Heavenly Book." The Bull Demon King stepped forward and said.

"Haha..." Seeing this, Shen Luo couldn't help but laugh up to the sky.

"What are you laughing at?" The Bull Demon King said angrily.

"Laughing at you for not being able to distinguish right from wrong, black from white, and laughing at myself for traveling thousands of miles across hell to die." Shen Luo looked lonely and said in a desolate tone.

"The Heart Mirror has proved your nonsense. Do you think we will believe you now?" Someone scolded.

"Believe it or not, you can kill me if you want. Anyway, I won't really die in the dream. After resurrection, the worst thing is to take the Heavenly Book to join the demon clan. If I associate with a group of fools like you, I will be implicated and killed sooner or later." Shen Luo smiled and shook his head.

"You..." Hearing this, the others were even more furious.

"Kill him, kill him..." someone shouted.

"This guy is hopeless, kill him." More people echoed.

The crowd was furious, and everyone silently sentenced Shen Luo to death. He was a traitor who deserved to die.

"Be patient." At this time, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly spoke.

Among these remnant forces, Zhen Yuanzi has always been the recognized leader in everyone's heart, but after the previous battle at Wuzhuang Temple, his spirit seemed to be frustrated, and he rarely took care of things recently.

After Shen Luo appeared this time, he didn't say much, leaving it to Yang Jian and others to deal with.

But at this moment, when he spoke, everyone still involuntarily quieted down and looked at him.

"It's about the Heavenly Book, don't act rashly. If the Heavenly Book is damaged, all our efforts to suppress the demons will be in vain, and those who died in the past will also sacrifice in vain." Zhen Yuanzi said.

"Great Immortal, what should we do? We can't let him go on like this?" Someone asked.

"Great Immortal, do you have any other way?" The yellow-browed monk said.

Zhen Yuanzi pondered for a moment and said:

"There is indeed another method, which is similar to Yang Jian's soul-stealing technique, but it is more troublesome and requires the arrangement of a soul-clearing magic array. Of course, its effect is also stronger than the soul-stealing technique, and it should not be a problem to break his soul barrier."

"If so, it is safer." Yang Jian thought for a moment and said.

The Bull Demon King was hesitant and said nothing.

"If you think you can try it, just detain this beast first, and wait until I set up the magic array tomorrow, and we will come to capture the soul again, how about it?" Zhen Yuanzi looked at everyone and asked.

"Just as the immortal said." The yellow-browed monk responded first.

The others nodded one after another.

"Immortal, this guy is quite capable. To prevent him from escaping, why not use my golden cymbal to trap him, and add your dragon-binding circle to ensure that it is foolproof." The yellow-browed monk reminded.

"That's good." Zhen Yuan Daxian nodded.

After the yellow-browed monk raised his palm and saluted, he raised his hand and waved it. A ray of light flew out from his sleeves, sweeping Shen Luo into the air. Then a pair of golden cymbals flew up and down, closing Shen Luo with a clang, and sealed him in the cymbals.

At the last moment when the cymbals closed, Shen Luo only glanced at Nie Caizhu, and a smile slightly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the latter felt more and more sad.

"Okay, I'll leave this to you. I'm going back to prepare the magic circle." Zhen Yuanzi said, and then turned and left.

After he left, Yang Jian looked at everyone and asked, "Who will take the guarding position?"

"I'll do it." Zhong Kui took the initiative to respond and said.

"You?" The yellow-browed monk said with some surprise.

"Here in the netherworld hell, are you afraid that Jiu Ming will come to rescue you, or are you worried about the confinement of yourself and Zhen Yuan Daxian?" Zhong Kui looked at him and asked.

"Since you took the initiative to ask for help, I'll leave this matter to you." The yellow-browed monk shrugged and said indifferently.

After saying that, he turned and left.

After that, the onlookers left one after another. Except for Zhong Kui, only Nie Caizhu and Niu Demon King were left standing and did not leave for a long time.

Within the golden cymbal, there was not much space for Shen Luo to move. After a brief try, he discovered that the golden cymbal could block all fluctuations of spiritual power and spiritual consciousness. Here, he could not absorb even a little bit of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nor could he release his spiritual consciousness. Go to the outside world.

It has really come to a point where the sky and the sky are not responding, and the earth and the earth are not working.

However, he could still vaguely hear the sounds outside and was not completely blocked.

As the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed, the surrounding area gradually became quiet.

I don't know how much time passed, but a voice suddenly came from outside: "Shen Luo, where have you been all these years? Why has there been no news about you for hundreds of years?"

"I didn't expect you to stay and watch over me." Shen Luo heard Zhong Kui's voice and replied.

"I have something I want to ask you." Zhong Kui said.

"What?" Shen Luo asked.

"Have you seen Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? There seems to be some aura of him on your body?" Zhong Kui said.

When Shen Luo heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then replied: "I have never seen Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Didn't he already fall?"

There was silence outside for a moment, and Zhong Kui seemed to be thinking about something.

"You really haven't seen it?" After a long time, his voice sounded again.

"No." Shen Luo still said.

Now who the traitor is has not yet surfaced, so naturally he cannot trust anyone.