Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 419: Ninety-Nine Percent Dead

"I think Han Yu's death was a bit weird!"

Everyone's attention was on Ling Wuce, waiting for him to speak up, but they didn't expect him to say such meaningless nonsense.

The Grand Elder of Wushuang Tower had just finished examining Han Yu and couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. Everyone knew that this kid died inexplicably.

Not only was his entire body destroyed, but all his meridians and bones were gone.

Now all that's left is this body.

Elder Luo raised one arm and patted it, but there was no visible change on his body.

"I want to ask, who can kill him?"

Ling Wu Ce looked at all the people present. Most of the top cultivators in the cultivator world were here. Even if they were asked to do it themselves, they would not be able to do it.

"What's more, he just stood there and let people kill him."

This is such a miserable way to die. There was no resistance at all!

"Do you think he could have killed himself?"

Ling Wu Ce's conclusion was too absurd. A group of people frowned and kept silent. It was the Great Elder of Wu Shuang Tower who spoke first, sneering, "Who would be so tired of living that they would seek death?"

Ling Wu Ce thought about it, and glanced at Han Yu hesitantly, "If he was killed, then he is really dead. If he did it himself, is there any mystery behind it?"

Elder Luo shook his arm in annoyance, "There's nothing to be said for this, it's all over."

"Not necessarily. Senior Wushuanglou dies once a day, and every time he dies and comes back to life. If he can do it, why can't Han Yu, the master of the elixir, do it?"

Ling Wuce's words undoubtedly made everyone's eyes light up.
Yes, from their perspective, he was indeed dead, but Han Yu was weird. As Ling Wuce said, the great elder of Wushuang Tower died every day, and his death was even more miserable than this, he turned into a ball.

“But it’s been a few days.”

"There's no movement at all. What if you guessed wrong?"

Mo Xiuwen frowned. Although he knew that Han Yu had many strange abilities, this was a matter of life and death after all. Who would joke about life and death?

……

In fact, it is true.

"Are you kidding me about my life?"

Han Yu, who knew the whole story, started cursing angrily, and the spirit of the weapon soon joined in the condemnation.

The bottle, which was the culprit, remained there quietly, like a dead object.

"what about now?"

Han Yu thought he had just fainted from the pain, but he didn't expect to lose his life for no apparent reason.

"That thing destroyed all your internal organs. You have been cold for two days. Your relatives and friends have come to Kuhe Sect to wait for a feast!"

The spirit of the weapon screamed and raised its head and yelled.

Friends and relatives?

"The old ghosts from the Nine Sects are here, and Old Ghost Ling is here too."

"And your Mo family buddy, he brought people here to help you avenge the massacre of the Kuhe Sect."

The spirit of the weapon counted the people outside and spoke.

Han Yu couldn't remain calm anymore. With so many people coming, it seemed like he was really dead.

"Pingzi, what on earth do you want to do?"

Han Yu's voice echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was hard for him to believe that Pingzi wanted to kill him because the power was still in his hands, and he even had absolute control over it.

If you wanted to kill yourself, why wait until now?

Besides, I was helping it revive from the beginning to the end, so there would be no benefit in killing it.

"I told you at the beginning that we were a team, but you refused to leave it alone. What should we do now? Will they bury us?"

The spirit of the weapon looked sad.

"You've been dead for two days. If you don't bury him now, your seventh day will be here soon."

Han Yu was deeply hurt by the words of the spirit, but the bottle remained motionless and showed no sign of expressing its intentions.

The only sound left in the sea of ​​consciousness was the weapon spirit's mumbling voice. It was counting on its fingers as it planned what would happen to Han Yu after his death.

"You have so few relatives and friends. What if you can't get two tables together? It will be embarrassing."

"And Bai Junya, will it benefit others?" "Your spirit stones from the Bai family may also be lost."

"Who will burn paper money for you on your death anniversary in the future?"

"Zhao! The old monk from the Galan Temple has sat down and is ready to perform a ritual to help you attain nirvana!"

Please stop talking!

After hearing this, Han Yu was overwhelmed with grief and felt like dying again.

The chattering spirit suddenly stopped talking and exclaimed.

"Hey! There's some noise outside!"

What could be happening?
You're not really going to bury me!

"They said your physical body is not dead!"

……

"He's definitely not dead yet! He's only 99% dead."

Elder Luo had been using his spiritual power on Han Yu for an hour.

The words he used were quite sophisticated, what did he mean by 99% certainty of death?

The other elders pushed him aside and took his place. They thought that Han Yu might not be dead, so these old guys started to get curious again.

One by one, spiritual power was injected into Han Yu's body, and his body was actually occupied by the seven great elders.

And the cause of this absurd incident happened an hour ago.

Sect Master Ku He had a strong desire to survive. While a group of people were still guessing, he couldn't help but bite the bullet and tell them what happened yesterday. In order to prove the authenticity of the matter, he also brought the Wuping Prefecture garrison commander down to testify.

This made Ling Wu Ce very happy. As long as there was any movement, there must be a turning point.

That's why Elder Luo used his spiritual power to detect for a whole hour.

After another hour passed, the seven old men each had an expression of disbelief on their faces.

Perhaps now they understood what Elder Luo meant when he said that 99% of the people were dead.

Han Yu's internal organs were indeed mostly destroyed, but there was still a faint vitality beating in his body, which beat once every hour.

"Such a fragile life force is useless, right?"

The Grand Elder of Wushuang Tower couldn't help but frown.

After all, the physical body has been destroyed like this, this power is just a drop in the bucket, how long can it last?

"No, this force is not only not weak, but may be ridiculously large."

The Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect had a serious expression on his face. Thinking from another perspective, since his physical body was in this state, he could still maintain that bit of vitality. This power must be considerable.

……

The spirit of the weapon hid in its sea of ​​consciousness and repeated the conversation outside, its face suddenly becoming excited.

"We don't have to celebrate the seventh day of the lunar calendar!"

Can you please stop mentioning the seventh day? Han Yu feels uncomfortable whenever he hears the term.

"So, my body is maintained by a force."

Just looks dead, but still stubbornly and quietly alive?

Pingzi, this was definitely done by Pingzi, and it could only be the work of Pingzi.

"Just why is the bottle doing this?"

Not only Han Yu couldn't figure it out, but the people outside also couldn't understand why Han Yu wanted to do such a thing to commit suicide.

As time passed, a large group of Transcendent Realm cultivators took turns monitoring the movements inside Han Yu's body.

Unexpectedly, the frequency of the vitality in Han Yu's body actually increased.

Originally, the movement would only occur once in an hour, but this group of people could sense it in the next half hour. In the end, it would even appear two or three times in half an hour.

"He seems to be recovering!"

As the last watcher, the old butler looked indescribably strange at this moment.

The debris in Han Yu's internal organs are decomposing, which is a terrible thing. However, at the same time, the vitality is also nourishing his lungs.

He made a bold guess.

(End of this chapter)