However, the monster did not stop because of this. Another arm grew on his shoulder at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black light transformed, the death scythe reorganized again, and was held by the monster again.

"This thing can't be beaten to death." Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Yuan frowned.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, Zhou Yuan basically understood two reasons.

Zhou Yuan had never seen this monster's attack method before. As long as he got close to the scythe, Zhou Yuan could feel that he had an illusion. If he couldn't control it, he would most likely choose to be redeemed by the death scythe.

The so-called salvation is to have the soul absorbed by the sickle and fall into the abyss forever.

also.

This monster seems to have no real body.

Its entire body seems to have been transformed. No matter how injured it is, it can be reorganized infinitely.

The monster is completely different from the original weird guard.

Although the Weird Guards are also immortal, as long as their legs are broken, the Weird Guards cannot move.

However, this monster was different. Its severed arms could grow back, and a hole in its belly was quickly repaired.

This is completely a fraud-like growth that goes against the sky.

Moreover, every time the monster approaches, Zhou Yuan can feel that his mental power is gradually being attacked, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

Once your mental power collapses, you will eventually become a ghost under the monster's sickle!

"It's the waker!"

At this moment, Ruoli, who was squatting on the ground and looking for memories, suddenly raised his head and shouted to Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan paused and suddenly looked at Ruoli: "The guardian?"

Ruoli stood up and said anxiously: "Yes, it is the guardian of the soul. Its body was created by that person. No matter how hard you hit it, you can't kill it. Moreover, it is best at soul blows, and those who come into contact with it can't kill it."

The sickle will gradually make people lose themselves."

"If our skin is scratched by its sickle, we will feel as if our souls have been tortured, and eventually we will choose to give up resistance and accept its salvation!"

Ruoli seemed to have remembered something.

She remembered that she had been to this place twelve hundred years ago.

Because of this, her memory was reset.

But today Ruoli was moved by the scene, and countless memory fragments were floating in her mind. Finally, she grabbed one of the fragments and remembered this monster.

Zhou Yuan frowned.

At this time, Zhou Yuan, while avoiding the approach of the death scythe, asked Ruoli: "How should I deal with this guy? It is not very strong, but I just can't get close to it."

Ruoli stood up and clenched his fists with both hands: "This was designed by that person. That person made this thing. It itself is a thing that does not exist in the world. It was forcibly put here by that person."

"It itself is a combination of all things. It can also be said to be composed of the resentment of countless wronged souls. It can also be said to be composed of the souls of those practitioners who died in the past."

"In short, we can't kill it with our swords," Ruoli replied.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath.

In fact, through these ten minutes of fighting, Zhou Yuan had already figured out this monster.

However, no matter how powerful Zhou Yuan's Long Yuan Sword is, it can't do anything to this monster.

"How about crushing it?" Zhou Yuan suddenly thought of a way and asked with a sneer.

Ruoli shook his head.

"It itself is created nothingness. Even if you smash its body, the soul will still be reassembled, which is useless." Ruoli replied.

"If you don't try, how will you know? You, step back!" Zhou Yuan said word by word.
Chapter completed!