After a few seconds, Emperor Yan was stunned and said in disbelief: "This ...... How is this possible? Is it really not? Doesn't that mean that this kid didn't lie to me? But, if so, what is the matter with this prophet? I remember that she has nothing to do with Ghost Hand Chi, so why is the image she left in the sea of memories of this kid blurred?"

After saying this, Emperor Yan fell into deep contemplation, and for a long time he stood motionless in place like a wooden man, and after more than ten minutes, his eyes finally flashed, and he recovered from his state of concentration, and said to himself: "Forget it, things have already happened anyway, and no matter how much I think about it, it will be useless."

This kid is of no use to me now, and it seems that there is no need to keep it anymore. ”

As soon as these words came out, Emperor Yan's gaze immediately changed, the cold light flashed, the murderous intent suddenly appeared, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and waved, and the breath that rushed into the sea of Wuqi memory immediately swept wildly, and under a roll, it turned into a storm, roaring and rampage directly in the sea of Wuqi's memory, with a posture of wanting to destroy the sea of memory.

"Buzz!"

Under the violent churning of the sea of memory, Wuqi soon became like a patient in the world of ordinary people, twitching uncontrollably, as time passed, the expression on his face became more and more distorted, and the same was true of his body, in the violent trembling, like a piece of plasticine that had been played with, making a "click" sound of broken muscles and bones, becoming less and less human.

It was obviously an impossible posture with both hands, but it was unreasonably forcibly fiddled out by Emperor Yan. The result was that the hand was broken, and it was obviously impossible for the head to rotate three hundred and sixty degrees horizontally, but under the forcible pressure of Emperor Yan, the neck was also broken, and with a light pat, it had become able to rotate two full times, or even more.

This is the terrible result of the disparity in strength, Wuqi has no room to fight back, the only thing he can do is to endure these tortures that make him almost collapse. When you can't stand it. Then it was time for his soul to crumble.

The truth is so cruel, at the moment when Wuqi's body is twisted and distorted, slowly turning into flesh and is about to completely explode. Finally the soul began to be wounded. Emperor Yan didn't care about it originally. Just like the previous two times when he wanted to kill Wuqi, he casually raised his hand and waved, intending to crush Wuqi's soul.

At the same time. He also hopes to destroy the sea of memories that are unsurprising.

However, this time the situation is slightly different from the previous two times, even if the way of shooting is the same, the idea of killing Wuqi is the same, but when attacking Wuqi's soul, the energy used by Emperor Yan is different, and he did not choose to use the most primitive breath power as always, but he didn't even bother to fight the power of the breath, and directly used his mind to attack.

In doing so, Emperor Yan just felt that there was no need to use the power of his breath anymore, since he had already decided to kill Wu Wei, why waste the power of his breath? Isn't it more convenient and better to use the power of thought?

Of course, it is not wrong to think like this, because this is a kind of common sense, hell is the most suitable place to cultivate the power of thought, and it is natural for Emperor Yan to have such an idea, and he also believes that there can be no problem in doing so.

However, the reality is very unfortunate, and it really played a big joke with him, because, this time, the target of Emperor Yan's attack with the power of the mind is very unfortunate, it is none other than Wuqi, a living person with the most special soul in the world, how could he die under the attack of the power of the mind?

Even if Emperor Yan is much stronger than Wuqi in terms of the power of thought, this cannot change the fact that Wuqi's soul is special.

Therefore, in almost a second, Emperor Yan's eyes flashed, revealing a look of surprise that he had never seen before, and he sighed lightly and said, "En?"

But it was just a light sigh, and after a second, Emperor Yan's face returned to normal, but before he could show a confident smile, his face changed again in a blink of an eye, and he was extremely pale, and the person was completely stunned in place, as if he had received some great blow, and he didn't say a word. Because, at this time, something happened that made Emperor Yan unbelievable.

"What? The power of my mind has no effect on this boy......'s soul? How is this possible?" said Emperor Yan in disbelief.

However, after all, Emperor Yan's experience is still quite rich, and he has come into contact with many more things than Wuqi, so this kind of situation that made him stunned still didn't bother him for long, just for a moment, he smiled again, and said as if he had an understanding: "I understand, it must be an illusion." Otherwise, in hell, how could there be a soul that I can't even kill?

However, this is not right, if this kid's soul really can't die, why did I succeed in the first few times? By the way, it must be related to the power attribute I used this time. So that's the case, I see, if it's not an illusion, then there is only one explanation, and this kid's soul is immune to the power of my mind. ”

After saying this, Emperor Yan was clear, and with a smile and a wave of his hand, the power of his mind immediately increased tenfold invisibly, and as soon as he rushed out, he turned into an unstoppable storm and wrapped his soul tightly. At the same time, in order to confirm his suspicions, he also deliberately suspended the power of the breath that was destroying the sea of strange memories.

The next moment, after a violent explosion reverberated one after another, Emperor Yan's face finally regained calm, but the calm was not because his idea finally succeeded in turning into reality, Wu Qi had already disappeared in the incessant explosion just now, turned into smashes, and disappeared into this layer of hell, but on the contrary, he was alive quite well.

Except for the physical body that was unfortunate and instantly destroyed by the power released by himself, the soul turned out to be nothing at all, no matter how powerful his mind power became, how shocking the explosion just now was, and it did not threaten Wuqi's soul at all, and those explosions just now were the sounds made when the power of mind destroyed Wuqi's physical body.

It was these that made Emperor Yan's face calm.

"It's not easy. It's really not that simple. It seems that I am not mistaken, this kid's soul is not ordinary. I am the Lord of Hell, and it stands to reason that there is no such thing as a soul in Hell, even those Guardians of Hell, their souls are special, but there is no one who can withstand the attack of my mind head-on and not die.

But this kid, not only is he immortal, but he has nothing to do at all, this kind of soul is really worth studying. ”

After saying this, Emperor Yan's gaze changed, and when he looked at Wuqi again, there was no indifference and ruthlessness in his eyes, and there was no trace of cruelty, some were just a kind of gaze that was quite interested in Wuqi's soul, and he wanted to study Wuqi's soul well, as time gradually passed, Yandi's eyes were filled with more and more observations, not anything else.

"Sure enough, it's incredible, this kid's soul is really completely immune to my mind power, how the hell did he do it? If so, why is his own mind power so weak? Under normal circumstances, if you want to resist a person's mind power attack, you can rely on your own mind power to be stronger than your opponent's.

However, this kid's mind power is so far behind mine, what method did he use to make him immune to the attack of my mind power? Could it be that it is the special characteristic of relying solely on the soul?"

At this point, Emperor Yan nodded as if he had realized something, although he let Wuqi live a little longer, but his mind to kill Wuqi did not change, and when his research finally got a definite conclusion, he also lost interest in continuing his research, so he sneered, and without saying a word, his hand was raised, and he pointed directly at Wuqi's soul as fast as lightning.

The power of this finger is extraordinary, "Boom!" I only heard an earth-shattering loud sound suddenly rise up, and immediately there was a terrifying energy fluctuation, which surged out like a fly, rushing out from the fingertips of Emperor Yan, like a mighty army of thousands of horses, unstoppably heading straight to the target.

Because the power of this finger is too great, and the energy fluctuations have not yet approached Wuqi, they have already made a huge movement, therefore, everywhere they pass, spatial cracks are almost everywhere, and a considerable scale has been formed, and as time goes by, there is a tendency to completely cover Wuqi's body.

If this blow hits Wuqi without deviation, it will definitely kill Wuqi in an instant, and any sea of memories and souls will disappear in an instant, becoming the ashes of this layer of hell.

Emperor Yan had a strong confidence in this, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently twitched slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer, and said, "Boy, goodbye, give me ......"

However, just when he thought that Wuqi was really going to die this time, the situation took another unexpected change, which surprised Emperor Yan. Because, another thing happened that made people wonder about it, obviously this time the attack energy attribute was different, not the power of thought, but the soul power that Emperor Yan was best at and most confident, but it still had no effect.

"What's going on? Just kidding? This kid's soul is immune to my mind attacks, how can it be that even my strongest and best soul attacks can be immune? It's impossible, I'm the Lord of Hell, Hell...... No, I should say that no matter what the interface is, all the souls are in my hands.

That is to say, as long as there is a soul life, it is impossible for a soul attainment to have a higher life than me, and since this is the case, it is impossible for there to be an object that can be immune to my soul attack.

Even, not to mention immunity, even those people in the heavenly realm have a far less understanding of the power of the soul than me, which means that in this world, it is impossible for anyone to have a stronger soul power than me, then, in other words, if the soul power alone, I will inevitably occupy an overwhelming advantage.

This kid's strength is so weak, and his soul power is so far from mine, how did he make himself immune to the soul attack I just had? There must be something wrong with this!" (To be continued......)