Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 450: The Soul Fragmented in a Hurry to Remedy

There are many people who want his elixirs, but this is the first time I've heard of someone wanting to bet on him.

Han Yu didn't even understand what bet Quan Xiaotong had placed.

If there are stakes, there must be gambling. What does he want to bet on?
"I want to bet on whether you, a weird pharmacist, can continue to become stronger in this weird way."

Quan Xiaotong looked at him mysteriously and smiled.

Han Yu was stunned. Quan Xiaotong said he was weird, but wasn't his own gambling game also weird?

"In fact, ever since I figured out what you wanted the luck monks to do, I've been intentionally recruiting this kind of talent."

When Quan Xiaotong looked at Han Yu, his tone paused, and then he deliberately muttered in a way that sounded like he was talking to himself.

"The effect is good. I collected a lot."

"Damn it, no wonder it was so difficult for me to open my business. Sometimes I couldn't even meet a lucky cultivator when I was crossing two realms. It turned out that he had collected most of them."

After hearing this, the spirit of the weapon was the first to grit its teeth and jump up and down and curse. How could it not be angry!

No matter how few lucky monks there are, they cannot have such a virtue.

It turns out that the root problem lies here!

Han Yu had a strange look on his face. If that was the case, then the guy opposite him would have started collecting information a long time ago.

What a damn old witch, playing such dirty tricks.

"My bargaining chip is to provide you with luck."

Quan Xiaotong suddenly spoke at this time.

Not only Han Yu, but also the spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness were all stunned.

Is there such a good thing?

This old man is so cute!
The man and the spirit looked at the old man in front of them again at this time and couldn't help but feel that he was handsome and extraordinary, and was extremely pleasing to the eye.

"But I have a condition..."

Quan Xiaotong continued.

I knew that nothing is so cheap, there is no such thing as free stuff.

In fact, what Quan Xiaotong wants is not difficult. The hatred between Han Yu and the corpse-refining lineage must be getting deeper and deeper.

The fifth floor and the corpse refining lineage are naturally in opposing positions.

"I will give you at least thirty years of luck every month. The previous cooperation is invalid, and the longevity pill will be given to the fifth floor for free."

There was absolutely no problem with this. It had been agreed before that one pill would give fifteen years of luck. Now not only had it doubled, but he would also gain thirty years of luck every month regardless of whether he had it or not. Han Yu could not think of any reason to refuse.

This is equivalent to giving it away for free.

The spirit of the weapon is already dancing in its sea of ​​consciousness. With thirty years of luck in one month, it won’t be long before it can fully recover!

But Han Yu still didn't dare to believe it. It wasn't that he didn't believe Quan Xiaotong, but...

"Can you find so many monks?"

Han Yu would naturally believe him if he said that he had integrated the luck of a hundred years. If it was really provided continuously, could there be so many lucky elements?
"This world is huge, and there are countless cities. I will have my people search for them non-stop."

"I can't say more, but I can provide you with half a year's worth of expenses right now, and this is just what I have now."

The biggest advantage of the fifth floor being backed by the imperial court is that it can reach the entire world. In this way, if Han Yu wants to recruit such people, it is indeed not possible for him to search each city one by one.

Think about the countless states and cities. If I really want to visit them all, I don’t know how long it will take!
"Han Yu, hurry up! Kneel down and kowtow to him a few times, otherwise I won't feel at ease with this fortune."

The spirit of the weapon danced with joy.

Han Yu's face turned black. You greedy guy, have you already hooked me to become a black carp?
"I'll add another bet. For every powerful person like the Soul Splitter you capture in the future, I'll give you thirty years of luck."

Quan Xiaotong said loudly.

When they said this, Han Yu and the spirit of the weapon's eyes lit up at the same time.

"I have a very immature idea."

The weapon spirit had just finished speaking when Han Yu interrupted him, "Then listen to me. I have a very mature idea."

Divide the soul!

Both the man and the spirit were thinking of him at the same time.

The Taoist said that the soul has twelve clones. We have captured one, so there are eleven left.

"Eleven bodies are worth three hundred and thirty years. Is that enough time to revive you and the bottle?"

Han Yu was slightly excited. The spirit of the weapon snapped his fingers with a smile. Those spiritual treasure clones of the split souls could still use the Four Divisions of Heaven and Earth a few more times! If it was not enough, he would put a knife on his neck and force him to split a few more.

"So from now on, we're going to board this ship of the Inspectorate?"

Han Yu hesitated a little. Quan Xiaotong's intention was very clear. He wanted to fight to the death with the corpse refining clan.

"Don't forget, you are the one who says one thing and does another when it comes to messing with them. You are the one who says you don't care, but in the end you are the one who treats them the most cruelly!"

Accident? Even if it was a coincidence, who would believe it if it happened again and again?

The weapon spirit sneered upon hearing this. In its opinion, there was no need to tie up this old fox Quan Xiaotong, as Han Yu had already taken all of the other party's hatred onto himself.

Its advice to this end is, "Get lucky first, and we'll worry about the future later."

The silent exchange lasted only a moment. From Quan Xiaotong's point of view, Han Yu was distracted for a moment before smiling broadly, "It's a deal."

……

When the soul opened its eyes, its eyes were full of horror.

This is certainly not the soul that has already died!

In the vast ocean, a small island stands alone. It is so small, especially in this endless sea, like a thin leaf falling in a lake.

The island was desolate, with strange rocks everywhere, no grass or trees, let alone any living creatures.

In an artificially carved cave, the soul stepped out and looked at the sea as if lost in thought.

At that very moment, a horrifying memory flooded into his consciousness.

From the moment he met Haishicheng, to the several battles, and even the experiences of being killed and captured, all emerged in his mind one by one.

One of his complete clones was killed in Central China, and even after using forbidden techniques, he was unable to escape.

Han Yu?

This ant full of secrets had actually reached this point in just over a month!

What a huge secret, what a huge opportunity!
There is no other explanation except this, this person must get it.

The facial features of the split soul were even squeezed together at this moment because he was entangled.

Han Yu wanted to, but after the battle experience, he found that he had no way to defeat the opponent.

The destruction brought about by the endless explosion was simply crazy. He had never thought that someone could be so cruel as to risk his own life for such a trick.

The Taoist was able to defeat him because the other party was willing to risk his life at any time in a fight, but if he were compared with Han Yu, I'm afraid that the Taoist who was not afraid of death would really risk his life if he met Han Yu.

The safest way is for him to gather his eleven clones, including this one, and rush to Zhongzhou together to capture the opponent.

But just as the Taoist ridiculed him at the beginning, would he dare to let the eleven clones gather together?

He doesn't dare!
Even though the eleven clones combined were extremely powerful, he didn't dare.

"If those lackeys of the Tiandao Sect were to block me in the sea..."

He had no doubt that the temptation from the enemy to destroy a Yama in the Yama Palace was definitely worth the twelve mad dogs gathering together.

This is the reason why he never dared to put the twelve clones together.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows. As long as I can still keep a clone, no one can kill me completely.

"Could it be possible to find him?"

A figure suddenly appeared in the mind of the split soul, but he felt extremely resistant in his heart.

But there were only two choices before him. Either he gathered his clones and ventured into Central Plains.

Or find that guy and attack together.

There is no third way. Twelve has already fallen, and he knows himself.

Having lost all my powers and become a prey, I may not be able to keep my mouth shut. Even if the one in Zhongzhou can hold up, don't forget that Taoist Liu Zongyuan also took one away.

Once you say something, you will be guilty of a great sin in the holy religion.

The trip to Zhongzhou must be quick. After capturing Han Yu, we must seize his secrets and then offer him to the Holy Church to make amends.

He is not greedy. He only needs the part that can make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds. As for those strange and weird elixirs, the Holy Church would also be interested in them.

This damn guy even possesses multiple supernatural powers, which is something the Holy Church has always wanted to do but could never achieve.

There are too many secrets. Great. This way, I am no longer afraid that guy will not take action...

(End of this chapter)