Although under Fang Yan's huge divine thoughts, Sato Kurasuke couldn't hurt him at all, but Fang Yan had a strong interest in the power of Sato's divine soul.

For cultivators, after stepping into the Divine Sea Realm, they can gather their thoughts and become souls.

If you can summon the divine soul to stand side by side with you, it will be like doubling your strength!

Now in the Nayuan realm, Fang Yan still has some fanciful thoughts about condensing his divine soul, but if he can accept this Sato Kurasuke's divine soul...... That's definitely possible!

Under the contest of divine thoughts, Sato Kurasuke finally couldn't bear the pressure and suddenly retreated backwards.

"Yan Yu, I didn't expect your advantage to be the Dao Law, do you know that a real master doesn't need the Dao Law to rely on?"

Fang Yan chuckled when he heard this, "Do you think I rely on the Dao Law? Then I'll kill you in the flesh!"

After speaking, Fang Yan's pair of jade hands were gently grasped, and with every step, the stone slabs on the ground would shatter and protrude.

Seeing this, Sato Kurasuke had long lost his previous self-confidence, and there was a hint of panic on his demonic face.

Less than ten meters away, Fang Yan violently charged his punch!

A fist shadow followed.

The fist shadow was the size of a person, and the five fingers held were clearly visible, and the fist shadow even had the texture of wind speed behind it.

Rumble!

Punch to!

Sato Kurasuke's whole person flew backwards, and his huge figure showed some signs of dissipation in the retreat.

Fang Yan stood still and smiled slightly.

He won't break up Sato Kurasuke, because this soul ...... He asked for it!

You want my flesh, but you don't know...... I want your soul even more!

Rumble!

There was a bang......

Kurasuke Sato's body completely turned into a cloud of black smoke.

"This ...... Kurasuke-sama was actually blown apart by this punch?"

Aoki Ryuzo was dumbfounded.

"In other words, Kurasuke-sama is really dead......

Shinoda Nama only felt her legs tremble, and the only luck in her heart was that she had just protected Matsushima Misakura.

Matsushima Mizakura cried with joy, covering her mouth with her hands, and a stone in her heart finally landed.

Great, the host is fine......

But at this moment, I saw that where the original black smoke dissipated, a cloud of black fog appeared again.

The black mist struggled in space, turning into various shapes, and finally ...... Humanoid!

And at this moment, the humanoid black fog has a clear outline, and even the facial features can be seen clearly.

"Huh...... Yan Yu, you are really strong, it's a pity that you forgot a little, I am in the soul state, how can there be a dead word?"

None other than Kurasuke Sato!

Aoki Ryuzo's face was overjoyed: "Great, I almost forgot that the Lord is already immortal, even if Yan Yu strikes a fatal blow? Soul...... Not dead at all!"

At this time, the most nervous person is Matsushima Misakura.

She knows that whether she can survive depends entirely on whether Yan Yu can defeat Sato Kurasuke.

I thought it was all over just now, but who knew that all the nerves were tense again at this moment. z.br>

Fang Yan smiled lightly, "I didn't plan to kill you."

"Oh?"

Sato Kurasuke smiled: "It seems that you have figured it out and are going to give me the physical body first?"

"Haha, you're wrong, but I want your soul, Kusuke Sato, I'll destroy all your consciousness and turn your soul into a puppet, which will eventually be used by me!"

Hearing this, Kurasuke Sato was shocked!

I want you...... Do you want me too?

"Delusional Dragon Nation, no one can really defeat me, Demon Hunter can't, and neither can you!"

"Really? You forgot that punch?"

After Fang Yan finished speaking, Sato Kurasuke's expression changed slightly, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Hmph, so what? You can't kill me, I'm not dead, if you continue to fight, you will be defeated sooner or later!"

Fang Yan shook his head and smiled, "One punch won't die

That's it, what about two punches? What about ten punches, one hundred punches, ten thousand punches? That's enough to knock out your consciousness, right?"

Sato Kurasuke's complexion changed.

I have to say that for Fang Yan's punch just now, he definitely had palpitations.

The moment the fist shadow touched, his consciousness had already begun to waver.

To know that he is in a state of divine soul, consciousness is the only support.

If you continue to fight like this, you won't be able to break up your consciousness.

At that time, even if the spirit is immortal, he will be no different from death.

But soon, he smiled.

"Really? But Yan Yu, I bet you can throw a punch at most!"

As he spoke, Sato Kurasuke's body shook and became bigger again: "That punch just now is enough to be called a god's power, you are a demigod, I'm afraid you've exhausted most of your energy, right?" One more punch, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the River Temple without the old man's action!"

Indeed, not to mention that Fang Yan only looked like he was in his early twenties, even if he looked at the world, there were only a few masters who could hit the power of the punch just now.

Sato Kurasuke could even think that Fang Yan should have consumed almost all the power in his body in order to burst out of the divine power for that punch.

Punch again? That would be the equivalent of suicide!

"Kurasuke-sama, his aura has been depleted, no need to be afraid, kill him!"

Aoki Ryuzo shouted.

Fang Yan smiled: "It seems that you all think so, okay, I just want to see the strength of my future divine soul, then let you open your eyes!"

After that, Fang Yan rushed vigorously, and the whole person turned into a black shadow, like a black panther under the night sky, and his speed and strength reached the extreme in an instant!

Rumble!

A punch was blasted out, and Kurasuke Sato was knocked away again!

But this time, Fang Yan didn't want to wait any longer, so he rushed into the night sky and punched out the second punch!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

I don't know how many punches, no one seems to count, just watching Fang Yan punch in the air and slam into Sato Kurasuke's body one by one.

If it wasn't a soul, but a body, I'm afraid it would all be shattered at this time, right?

Aoki Ryuzo's eyes widened, and his face was incredulous.

"This ...... How can it be? How can there be such a person in the world?"

"My lord, he's too strong, we shouldn't be his opponents at all!"

Shinoda Namisay.

"No! We can't afford to lose this battle, or we'll die! You must believe Kurasuke-sama!"

But as soon as his voice fell, Sato Kurasuke was broken up again......

Fang Yan stood proudly in the air and sneered.

"With your strength, you can barely get the Divine Sea Realm, but after all, it is a soul void state, and you are worthy of shouting in front of me?"

In the space, there seemed to be a ghostly sound.

It can be regarded as Sato Kurasuke's response to Fang Yan......

For a moment, Fang Yan looked down suddenly.

I saw a black shadow suddenly burrow into the Divine Soul Hall, this time...... Kurasuke Sato was really scared.

Twice was scattered, the second time was like a ravage, who is not afraid?

Immediately after, Kurasuke Sato's voice came again.

"Yan Yu, I, Sato, will never die with you!"

When the words fell, I saw dozens of black shadows rushing out of the temple in all directions.

It can be seen by the moonlight that they are all shirtless monks.

There was no original compassion on his face, only anger like a murderous puppet.

Aoki Ryuzo's eyes widened: "Kurasuke-sama is angry, this is the Yin Luo Circle, and it is going to be divided into life and death......

"Yin Luo Circle?" Shinoda Namisay.

"Yes, the supreme circle inherited by the Sato family, and these monks are not the monks chanting in the temple at all, but ......."

As he spoke, he turned his head, a flash of awe in his eyes.

"It's all ghosts and gods raised by the Sato family!"

At this point, Fang

Yan stood in the void, looking down at the monks in the temple.

"Hmph, stubborn, if you are struggling like this, I will let you, a self-proclaimed immortal ghost, suffer the pain of a hundred deaths!"

As he spoke, Fang Yan hugged him in front of him and pinched it with one hand.

"Ten Thousand Swords, Sword Rain!"