"Hey, Yang Jian, be gentle, or you might accidentally destroy his spirit." Upon seeing this, the Yellow-browed Monk shouted hurriedly.
Yang Jian turned a deaf ear to his words. After some probing just now, he had discovered that the barrier on Shen Luo's soul was not weak. Without all his strength, it might not be possible to break it.
"Give it to me, broken!"
He let out a light shout, and a golden light flashed from the tips of his two raised fingers, instantly penetrating into Shen Luo's crown.
Shen Luo shuddered all over, and a loud roar came from his sea of consciousness.
A golden lightning bolt appeared out of nowhere in his sea of consciousness and struck towards his soul figurine.
Shen Luo felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness. The lightning directly pierced through the light released from the Shenhun cassock and struck the Shenhun figurine.
Just when Yang Jian thought he had finally broken through this barrier, a Buddhist chant suddenly sounded in Shen Luo's sea of consciousness, followed by a bright light on the cassock, and several sharp blades condensed from divine thoughts shot out from it.
Before everyone could react, they heard a sudden scream from Yang Jian. The hand that was clasping 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's eyes flashed slightly, he took a step forward and slapped Shen Luo on the head.
Shen Luo's body shook, and suddenly all his strength seemed to be drained away, and he collapsed and sat down.
On the other side, Yang Jian also steadied his body and looked at Shen Luo with some disbelief, his expression quite complicated.
"Even the soul-stealing technique is useless?" the yellow-browed monk pondered.
“Why bother? Kill him and collect his remaining souls. Then we will be able to take out the Heavenly Book.” The Bull Demon King stepped forward and said.
“Haha…” Seeing this, Shen Luo couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" the Bull Demon King asked angrily.
"I'm laughing at you for not being able to tell right from wrong, black from white. I'm also laughing at myself for traveling thousands of miles across hell to come here to die." Shen Luo looked lonely and said in a desolate tone.
"The mirror of conscience has proven that you are talking nonsense. Do you think we will believe you when you say this now?" someone scolded.
"Believe it or not, you can kill me if you want. Anyway, I won't really die in the dream. After I'm resurrected, the worst that can happen is that I'll take the Heavenly Book and join the demon clan. Associating with a bunch of fools like you, I'll be implicated and killed sooner or later." Shen Luo smiled and shook his head.
"You..." Hearing this, the others became even more furious.
"Kill him, kill him..." someone shouted.
"This guy is hopeless, kill him." More people echoed.
The crowd was outraged and everyone silently sentenced Shen Luo to death. He was a traitor who deserved to be put to death.
"Be patient." At this time, Zhenyuan Daxian suddenly spoke.
Among these remnant forces, Zhen Yuanzi has always been the recognized leader in everyone's mind. However, after the previous battle at Wuzhuang Temple, his morale seemed to have been greatly dampened, and he has rarely been in charge of things recently.
After Shen Luo showed up this time, he didn't say much and let Yang Jian and the others deal with him.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone involuntarily quieted down and looked at him.