Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 451: Pickled in the Toilet
"Still not telling?"

A group of people surrounded the clone and remained in a stalemate for half an hour, but the clone refused to utter a single word.

Che Dapao used both soft and hard tactics, but to no avail.

He was so angry that he screamed and held the long sword on his waist. He drew out the sword and slashed it twice with anger.

But in the end, not only could the knife not even break the opponent's fur, it did make several cuts.

Che Dapao finally pried open the other person's mouth, but was met with a burst of ridicule from the other person.

"Rubbish metal."

Even if his clone had consumed a quarter of its power, it was still a spiritual treasure and could not be harmed by these ants.

Seeing that he had spoken, the silent Quan Xiaotong suddenly walked out and slowly came to him.

"May I know how long your force has existed?"

He looked at the soul fragment that looked like mud and smiled faintly, "This shouldn't be a secret that can't be told, right?"

The soul looked up at the elegant old scholar, disdain flashed in his eyes, and mocked, "Our history is longer than any dynasty, how can you mortals spy on it."

Quan Xiaotong seemed to be thinking about something. He lowered his head and pondered for a long time. When he looked up again, he had a determined look on his face.

"I know the altar in the East Sea Territory. It really looks like the sacrificial culture passed down from the tribal period thousands of years ago. You guys started thousands of years ago."

This is not difficult to guess. There is no shortage of talented people on the fifth floor, and there are still people who can understand the Dao patterns.

"After thousands of years, you still haven't succeeded. It seems like this is too cliché. You must be pursuing something illusory."

Quan Xiaotong shook his head with a hint of sarcasm.

The soul splitting expression changed, and the tone was cold, "How do you know the greatness of the Holy Church? Sooner or later, we will be above you and control your life and death."

"Oh? You powerful monks, can't you be above us now? In the past year, countless mortals and monks have died because of you."

Quan Xiaotong sneered at him.

"What does it matter? Just a few insignificant lives. For..."

Fenhun stopped talking here. He glanced at Quan Xiaotong with a strange look, and his heart sank.

This guy's silent rhetoric is simply impossible to guard against.

He had made up his mind not to have any more communication with him.

"So, your goal is not just to take those lives. You want to control more people in some way other than physical strength."

Quan Xiaotong was talking to himself and didn't even go out of his way to look at him.

"Hundreds of years ago, it was you who set a trap for the cultivator world! The Qingzhou Prefecture was wiped out so cleanly, it must have been done by people of your level."

"The so-called battle between Azure Dragon and Celestial Being, I guess it's your enemy coming here to disrupt the situation, in fact, it's just your two sides fighting each other."

It was the time of dynasty change, and the nine sects alone would be unable to push the entire cultivator community to gather together to fight the so-called Corpse Refining Sect.

The greater possibility is that someone is pushing it behind the scenes.

What for? Dragon Blood Stone? Or the monk's life?

A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of the split soul, which was caught by Quan Xiaotong. He knew that he should have guessed the general outline.

That’s right, the split soul was extremely shocked at this moment. This matter was handled extremely cleanly at the time, and no trace was left in the entire Qingzhou Prefecture, except for a small flaw that a small monk escaped.

But it has nothing to do with the overall situation. How could a young cultivator understand the battle in the Divine Platform Realm? The young cultivator did not witness the subsequent events because he was in a hurry to escape, but the other party was able to sort out a general outline.

"Among mortals, you are indeed one of the smartest ones."

The soul couldn't control its mouth and finally couldn't help but reply. Quan Xiaotong knew how to pick up the conversation and naturally led the topic back to the topic.

"Mortals, is this how you address all the cultivators in Central Continent?"

Logically speaking, Quan Xiaotong is also a cultivator in the Transcendent Realm. Even though there is a huge gap between him and the Divine Platform Realm, if even cultivators in the Transcendent Realm are regarded as mortals, how arrogant must this force be.

The split soul shut up again. This time, no matter how Quan Xiaotong tried to hint at it, he just turned a deaf ear and did not respond or listen.

Quan Xiaotong finally showed a helpless look. There was too little information. If the other party was willing to speak, he would always be able to find out something from the other party's words. But if he refused to speak like Fenhun, he would be helpless too.

He somewhat regretted not bringing the empathetic Feng Buping with him when he went out. He just used his words to lure him in and let him sense what was going on nearby, and he would always be able to dig out something.

"How about you give me some good wine and I'll teach you a trick?"

Han Yu suddenly laughed and spoke.

People around looked at him sideways, not sure whether it was because of Han Yu's strange request or because they were curious about whether he could come up with a better solution.

The guy in front of me is not afraid of weapons, and seems to be not afraid of pain either, so torture may not work.

Kill but cannot kill.

"If your method works, I'll give you ten years of fine wine."

Quan Xiaotong nodded readily. Although he didn't know what method Han Yu could use, it would always be beneficial to let go and use it.

Han Yu walked forward with a smile, squatted down and straightened the soul's tilted body, then grinned strangely.

"This guy is full of treasures. This body is made of spiritual treasures. Don't you think it looks like a magic treasure with intelligence?"

The special existence of the split soul did have a huge impact on everyone from the beginning.

Having never seen it before, it’s hard to believe that monks can live like this.

"He is definitely not afraid of pain, nor physical torture, but do you think it would be interesting to refine this body and make it into a dung bucket or chamber pot, or turn it into a pile and throw it in the toilet to pickle for ten days or half a month?"

Blanch!
A group of people's eyebrows jumped at the same time, and they all looked at him strangely, with different expressions in their eyes.

Is it possible for a human to come up with such a weird idea?

The split soul, unable to control its body at this moment, really looks like a dead object with thoughts.

Really refining the body without harming its soul and doing those things...

Ling Wuce just thought about what it would be like if he turned into a piece of rotten iron and was thrown into the toilet for half a year, accompanied by... all day long, unable to speak or move his hands, with that thing falling from his head every day.

I couldn't help but shudder. How damn vicious.

The soul fragment was also shocked. He had never thought that his precious magic treasure could be played like this. Especially when he thought about what Han Yu said, his whole sallow face was completely confused.

"you can not do that!"

He spoke quickly, saying that such a punishment was even more terrible than death.

What's more, this kind of heart-breaking act is twelve times more harmful to him. If one clone suffers, the remaining eleven will have to suffer the same pain.

"I don't know how to refine weapons, but I can still turn your spiritual treasure body into a lump. My skills are a little poor, so please bear with me."

Han Yu stretched out his hand with a smile, his palm suddenly became extremely hot. After grasping the opponent's arm, endless energy burst out and even directly affected the surroundings.

A group of people were nearly knocked over by this wave, and everyone looked horrified.

"Are you really playing?"

The soul also screamed.

(End of this chapter)