Lin Yu now understood why Barossa was able to find himself, it turned out that he had searched for his location through his soul!

Soul black magic can kill people's souls, or track soul fluctuations, to achieve the effect of hurting people invisibly and making people unable to hide!

No matter how strong a person's appearance is, the soul is fragile, and the power of this spell is that it is short of attacking people!

If you want to defend, you can only rely on internal qi.

And now Lin Yu has no internal qi, no sword intent, and no power of heaven and earth, he is completely waiting to be slaughtered.

The embodied black claw hit Lin Yu's back directly.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spit out, and Lin Yu was blasted out on the woman's back.

"How are you?" The woman asked with concern, and immediately squatted down and took Lin Yu's pulse, she was an experienced martial artist.

The soul magic locks on Lin Yu and will not cause harm to the woman.

"I can't do it, you can go quickly, don't give your life for me." Lin Yu said.

"It's okay, I can save you." The woman said.

Lin Yu's head was groggy, and he felt that his soul was about to fly out of his body.

That soul black magic entered Lin Yu's body and was destroying Lin Yu's soul.

"You're not their opponent......"

Lin Yu looked at the woman, she was just an internal qi martial artist, how could she be able to stop three powerful mages.

He also wanted to persuade the woman to leave, but his body became more and more painful, and he passed out directly......

……

Lin Yu was in a barren place, surrounded by darkness.

It's the kind of darkness that you can't see your fingers.

It's as if it's another world, without any sound and no one around.

Lin Yu kept wandering around, but no matter how he walked, it was boundless darkness, and he couldn't see the boundary at all.

It's like going anywhere, it's hell.

At this moment, a figure floating in the air suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lin Yu thought he had encountered a ghost, but when he looked closely, it turned out to be himself!

No, it should be said that it is someone who looks exactly like himself.

But this man's face was gloomy, his face was gray-black, and his eyes were closed, as if shrouded in a layer of gloom.

It's like your own soul!

The spirit suddenly turned around and was about to fly away.

Only then did Lin Yu remember that he had fallen into the mage's soul black magic.

If the soul goes away, it will never be found.

"Don't go!" Lin Yu shouted.

Lin Yu chased after him.

The soul keeps running, and it keeps chasing after it.

But soon, Lin Yu got tired of running.

He could only watch himself run away in front of him......

No!

I can't give up like that!

I can't die right now!

There's so much more to do.

Lin Yu's heart suddenly turned sideways, his exhausted body regained his strength, and he chased after himself in front of him.

……

"Sir, sir, wake up."

In a wooden house, the surroundings are very simple, there are no electric lights, kerosene lamps are burned, and charcoal is burned in an iron pot on the ground to keep warm.

The woman looked at the man on the bed, who was sleeping and shaking his head violently, his hands were constantly clutching something in the void, his forehead was already sweating, and he kept shouting: "I can't die, I can't give up yet......"

It's been more than 20 days, and the man is in this state these days, but he still manages to wake up.

A few times, the woman found that Lin Yu's face had turned gray, probed his snort, and was completely out of breath, but like a miracle, two minutes later, she found that he was breathing, and his face gradually returned to blood.

She knew how painful this man was at this time, and he had been using his willpower to hold on hard to keep his soul from leaving his body.

Several times, the soul was about to leave, and he chased it back.

Whenever the man was quiet, the woman would give him some medicine, and although the man did not wake up, he seemed to be obedient and able to drink.

And today, the man's struggle seems to be even more intense.

She could feel that this was the final battle between men and soul black magic.

If you get past this last hurdle, you might be able to survive.

At this moment, the door of the house was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a cotton coat came in, dressed as a peasant, but his skin was very smooth, not like a middle-aged man.

The old farmer's name is Yang Zongyun, and the woman is his daughter, Yang Yin.

They were the only people living in the village.

"Daughter, how is he?" The farmer asked, after taking off his clothes and hanging them up.

Yang Yin glanced at Lin Yu and said, "I haven't woken up yet, and the reaction seems to be more intense." ”

"I'll take a look."

Yang Zongyun walked to the side of the bed, sat down, first warmed himself in the charcoal fire with both hands, stretched out a hand, and checked Lin Yu's pulse.

"His pulse is beating fast, and he is fast four or five hundred times a minute, and it can be seen that he is in pain now, and it seems that he has reached the limit of what he can bear."

"Father, what then? Will he be able to make it through? Yang Yin asked.

"I don't know," Yang Zongyun shook his head and said, "Being hit by this kind of soul magic, it is already a miracle that an ordinary person with a broken dantian can survive for so long, his willpower is amazing." ”

Yang Zongyun sighed and said, "Daughter, kill our best snake here, nourish him with snake blood, and help him get through the difficulties." ”

Yang Yin nodded, "Well, I see." ”

She asked again, "Father, what happened to the three foreigners outside?" ”

Yang Zongyun said: "They have been wandering in the Nine Shadows Illusion Realm created by us, and they haven't come out yet, so there is no threat for the time being. ”

"Got it."

"Daughter, I have a feeling that this young man is by no means an ordinary person, and we must save him!"

Yang Zongyun's eyes were shining.

……

A huge luxury cruise ship located on the high seas, surrounded by dozens of luxury cruise ships.

A large number of the world's top magnates gather here.

At the heart of the luxury cruise ship is a resplendent conference hall.

And here, it is full of men and women dressed in luxurious clothes.

The people here are all billionaires worth tens of billions, and going out is enough to influence the entire business and political circles, and there are some ancient royal nobles and the helmsmen of big conglomerates.

At this time, many people in the conference hall looked quite unhappy, as if they were very impatient.

"Lord Simmons, we came to you today to discuss and ask face to face, is the Purgatory Messenger really dead?"

A man of about fifty years old sitting in the center carried a pear blossom wooden cane with a green agate on it, and if anyone knew the goods, he would know that this crutch was the royal wooden staff of a certain country, and its value could not be measured by money at all.

"Mr. Prost, where did you hear the news, our king is now in retreat and cultivating, and it is inconvenient to come out to meet people these days."