Reborn Wild Boar: What's wrong with eating a few single people?

Tianwu City.

Wang Family.

In the dark room under the cover of night.

Zhu Ganglie took the remaining soul-burning lamp in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

This soul-burning lamp looked quite simple and old, with a black body. It was made of unknown material. It felt cold to the touch, and there were some twisted and hideous ghost faces carved on it.

It was neither as sharp as the common offensive magic weapons, nor as heavy and solid as the defensive magic weapons, but such a seemingly ordinary thing aroused Zhu Ganglie's strong interest.

Zhu Ganglie carefully held the soul-burning lamp in his palm, and then observed it carefully with great concentration.

After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered something.

He took a deep breath, mobilized the surging demon essence in his body, and slowly injected it into the soul-burning lamp.

In an instant, the surface of the originally dim soul-burning lamp suddenly lit up, emitting dazzling light, and turned into a nearly two-foot-tall lamp-shaped magic weapon.

At the same time, a stream of extremely cold ghost energy gushed out from the mouth of the wick, forming huge black cyclones, spreading to the surroundings at a very fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, these ghost energy had filled the entire room, causing the temperature in the room to drop suddenly, as if it was in the Nine Nether Hell.

After a few breaths, the wick of the soul-burning lamp that had absorbed enough demon essence flashed a faint green spark, and it burned with a snap, turning into a cluster of strange green flames.

The moment the wick flame ignited, a series of shrill screams came from the burning green flame, as if burning people's souls, making people shudder and tingling.

Zhu Ganglie's eyes flickered like lightning, staring closely at the burning soul-burning lamp in front of him.

From the wick of the jumping flame, there were bursts of horrifying screams, which seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, making Zhu Ganglie alert instantly, and keenly aware that there seemed to be something extraordinary hidden in it.

After a short contemplation, Zhu Ganglie did not hesitate to increase the output of the demon essence again.

The bloody demon essence in his body was like a surging torrent, constantly flowing into the soul-burning lamp.

With the injection of the demon essence, the green flame that had already been ignited was like adding fuel to the fire, burning more and more fiercely, and the flame became more and more fierce, almost swallowing up the entire space.

At this moment, an extremely strange scene suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the blazing green flame, a vague and erratic residual soul was slowly condensing into shape.

Under the burning of the lamp flame, the face of this remnant soul was extremely distorted, and it looked extremely painful, and it kept wailing:

"Rebel... traitor... I... have told you all the secrets, why don't you let me go... Ah!... Stop..."

The painful and desperate wailing echoed in the air, mixed with an intermittent, sometimes old voice.

This voice was full of endless resentment and anger, as if it was going to break through many obstacles and reach people's hearts, making people shudder.

Hearing this, Zhu Ganglie's face was shocked, and his eyes were burning at the remnant soul in the wick, with a trace of doubt on his face.

"Senior, stop shouting, take a good look at who is in front of you now?"

Zhu Ganglie slowly stopped the action of continuously injecting demon essence into the soul-burning lamp. His cold eyes were like cold stars, staring straight at the remnant soul of the old man gradually emerging above the lamp flame.

As the supply of demon essence came to an abrupt end, the flames that had been burning fiercely and showing a strange green color gradually calmed down like a tamed beast and returned to a normal and stable burning state.

At the same time, the flame power that had previously surged like a raging wave no longer had the terrifying momentum that it had just now.

The old man with a broken soul trapped in the flames of the lamp, after feeling that the burning pain on his soul body began to significantly ease, just woke up from the extreme pain that almost tore his soul apart, and barely recovered a little clarity and reason.

He raised his head and looked at the owner who was standing in front of him and controlling this mysterious soul-burning lamp with a slightly trembling gaze.

The old man with a broken soul first quickly swept across Zhu Ganglie's body, but then he suddenly retracted his gaze as if he had been electrocuted, and a look of doubt that was difficult to conceal instantly appeared on his face.

Because he suddenly discovered that the person who controlled the soul-burning lamp in front of him was not the traitor Yuan Yu in his memory, but a young man with an unfamiliar appearance.

After a brief confusion, the pupils of the old man with a broken soul suddenly shrank slightly, and a trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes, as if he had seen through Zhu Ganglie's true identity hidden under his ordinary appearance at this moment.

"You... are actually a demon! How did this soul-burning lamp fall into your hands? What is your relationship with the traitor Yuan Yu? And where is that hateful guy Yuan Yu now?"

A series of questions burst out from the mouth of the old man with a string of questions. His eyes were fixed on Zhu Ganglie, trembling, and eager to get an answer.

Zhu Ganglie did not answer immediately. After looking at the old man with a flickering look, he asked back.

"Who are you, senior? Why are you trapped in this soul lamp?"

Although Zhu Ganglie had a vague guess in his heart that this old man with a broken soul might have a great relationship with Yuan Yu, all this still needed to be verified, and it would be best if he could get some valuable information from the old man with a broken soul.

Hearing this, a trace of memory flashed in the old man's turbid eyes, as if he was recalling something that happened a long time ago.

"I... I... Who am I?" The old man with a broken soul whispered, and then a gleam of brilliance suddenly lit up in his pupils.

"I am the ancestor of Yin and Yang, the leader of the Blood Soul Sect."

The old man with a broken soul seemed to remember his identity and shouted sternly.

After hearing the old man with a broken soul's self-introduction, Zhu Ganglie's mind suddenly emerged with the identity token of the Blood Soul Sect engraved with the Blood Soul Sect in the storage bag-the Blood Soul Order.

"Young man, you haven't answered my question yet. What is your relationship with Yuan Yu's traitor? How did this soul-burning lamp fall into your hands?"

Yin and Yang Ancestor?

The leader of the Blood Soul Sect?

The origin of this remnant soul is not ordinary, and there must be a shocking past behind it.

However, it is very sad that its current fate is so miserable.

It is obvious that this Yin-Yang ancestor, who once dominated the world, was subjected to the inhumane soul-sucking technique of Yuan Yu, and was imprisoned in this soul-burning lamp, suffering painful torture and ruthless entertainment day and night.

"Senior, to be honest, Yuan Yu is my mentor, and he has a great favor to me."

Zhu Ganglie's face was solemn, his eyes flashed, and he explained slowly.

"What? You... You are actually the disciple of that traitor, haha! Haha!..."

Hearing Zhu Ganglie's self-introduction of his master, the Yin-Yang ancestor was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed wildly in the burning lamp flames as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

The laughter was deafening, resounding throughout the space, and even the burning pain of the flames on his soul seemed to be completely covered by this strong emotion.

Seeing this, Zhu Ganglie did not say anything, but just stood there quietly, staring at the Yin-Yang Patriarch in the flames with a calm gaze.

After a while, when the Yin-Yang Patriarch's wild laughter gradually subsided, he stopped laughing, but his eyes were still full of strong sarcasm.

He stared at Zhu Ganglie and asked in a very sarcastic tone: "Junior, do you know who Yuan Yu is to me?"

Facing the undisguised sarcastic tone of the Yin-Yang Patriarch, Zhu Ganglie raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlined a faint smile, and responded slowly:

"Junior doesn't know! I'd like to hear more about it."

The corners of the Yin-Yang Patriarch's mouth twitched constantly, and his originally calm face became distorted because of extreme anger. He widened his eyes, veins popped on his forehead, and explained to everyone with gritted teeth:

"That evil creature Yuan Yu is the eldest disciple under my seat! Back then, he was My most proud and respected disciple, I once had high hopes for him and devoted all my efforts to train him, hoping that he could inherit my legacy and carry forward my Blood Soul Sect.

However, who could have expected that this ambitious traitor would be so cruel and ruthless. In order to obtain the Blood Soul Sect's treasure, the Yin-Yang Human Emperor Blood Soul Banner, he actually disregarded the relationship between master and disciple, resolutely betrayed the Blood Soul Sect, betrayed me, and even committed such a heinous, infuriating, and beast-like act of killing his master! "

At this point, the illusory soul of the Yin-Yang Patriarch trembled violently, as if recalling the painful past made him unbearable.

His voice became increasingly high-pitched, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness:

"In order to completely obtain everything I have, that mad and evil disciple not only cruelly extracted my soul, but also took away my body and magic power, imprisoning me in this damn soul-burning lamp, making me suffer the torture of burning in the fire day and night, unable to live or die. This kind of suffering is really hard to describe!

What's more hateful is that even though I have told him everything I know, including the method of refining the Yin-Yang Human Emperor Blood Soul Banner, this greedy evil obstacle still refuses to give up, and comes to torture me every now and then to satisfy his perverted psychology.

Alas... I really regret it. How could I be so blind to accept such an ungrateful and traitorous disciple!"

The Yin-Yang Patriarch gritted his teeth and slowly told the grievances between him and Yuan Yu, his tone full of regret, resentment, unwillingness and a series of emotions intertwined together.

Hearing this, Zhu Ganglie, who was standing aside, couldn't help but flash his eyes, thinking about something. After a moment, he finally showed a look of sudden enlightenment on his face.

Hearing what Yin Yang Patriarch said, Zhu Ganglie seemed to get some hints, otherwise Yuan Yu was his master! Or the old devil has means and knows how to play.

Seeing that Zhu Ganglie didn't reply, Yin Yang Patriarch vented his anger for a while, and suddenly remembered something, staring at Zhu Ganglie.

"Junior, this soul-burning lamp is the most private magic weapon of the traitor. Even if you are his disciple, no matter how close the relationship is, it is impossible to give it to you, unless..."

Speaking of this, Yin Yang Patriarch's emotions suddenly became excited, and asked with a ferocious expression.

"Junior, tell me quickly, is the traitor dead? Is he dead? Tell me quickly, tell me if he is dead?"

Zhu Ganglie narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded indifferently, and then shook his head.

In terms of seniority, this ancestor of Yin and Yang can be regarded as his master. Unexpectedly, Yuan Yu's methods were more cruel than he imagined. Killing his master was just a matter of fact. After all, Zhu Ganglie also did this. Don't tell me, brother. Second brother, half a pound.

But imprisoning the remnant soul of his mentor and torturing it day and night is a bit too much. This is simply not what humans do, and only an evil monster like him, Zhu Ganglie, is worthy of it.

After all, he is not a human being, and torturing people is not too much for an evil monster, and there is no psychological burden.

"Junior, what do you mean by this? Nodding and shaking your head? You should be sure of whether the traitor is dead or not."

Zhu Ganglie smiled and said nothing, staring at the master in front of him with a serious look, as if he was thinking about something.

Ancestor Yin and Yang was trembling all over when he saw Zhu Ganglie's gaze. This kind of gaze was familiar to Ancestor Yin and Yang. He often saw it on Yuan Yu. It was exactly the look that Yuan Yu's traitor showed when he asked about his secrets. .

Seeing Zhu Ganglie showing such a sinister look, Patriarch Yin Yang felt a chill rising from his heart and hurriedly explained.

"Junior, don't look at me like this. All the secrets in my body have been taken away by Yuan Yu's traitor. Now I only have a trace of my soul left. I have nothing. I have nothing to give you. I want to use the soul-burning lamp. You’re trying to torture me to achieve your goal, so give up as soon as possible! I really have nothing left to give you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Patriarch Yin Yang showed a trace of bitterness on his face, and it seemed that he was not lying.

Seeing that Ancestor Yin Yang had seen through his intentions, Zhu Ganglie grinned, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, and simply stopped pretending.

"Is it really true? What about magical powers and techniques? These are things in your head, won't they be lost too?"

Zhu Ganglie asked with a sneer.

Hearing this, Patriarch Yin Yang smiled bitterly again and explained helplessly.

"Junior, I will naturally remember the magic power and Kung Fu and will never forget it. However, my soul has been tortured by Yuan Yu's traitor to the brink of collapse over the past few hundred years. I don't have many years left to live."

Having said this, Patriarch Yin Yang's face darkened, he sighed and then continued.

"My current spiritual power is simply not enough to teach you the complete skills in my mind. If you are not afraid of going crazy with the incomplete skills and magical powers, I can also burn out the last trace of my soul and teach you. It's just that after practice, you will However, I can’t guarantee it. If you don’t believe it, you can give it a try. Anyway, I have had enough life in this soul-burning lamp. It would be a kind of freedom to be freed as soon as possible.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Patriarch Yin and Yang looked at Zhu Ganglie's figure with a hint of expectation. He had had enough of the painful torture of the soul-burning lamp and could not wait to die.