Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 453: Don’t you have normal monks?
"Is Qingzhou Prefecture what I guessed before?"

Quan Xiaotong gradually mastered the rhythm and began to slowly and carefully ask questions.

"I guessed 99% right."

The split soul replied that the remaining tiny difference was no longer important.

"Are you the one behind the battle between good and evil?"

Quan Xiaotong asked again.

"Yes."

Fenhun admitted this point very readily. It was indeed he who pushed it forward. It was he who awakened the evil's hidden man and provided magical monsters, allowing the evil and righteous to have the strength to fight.

"Does your goal require the death of a large number of monks to be achieved?"

Quan Xiaotong expressed his guess, and when the other party fell silent, he couldn't help but change his statement.

"The battle between good and evil and the massacre of monks in Dongling City have the same purpose, right?"

The split soul remained silent, but Quan Xiaotong already had the answer. The two seemingly unrelated events were still connected together by him.

The power inherited from ancient times hides behind the scenes and manipulates the changes in the world. Its purpose is unknown. It massacres monks, or more than just monks.

There can be no killing without reason. This was the case in Qingzhou Prefecture hundreds of years ago, it is the case in Dongling Prefecture today, and it is the same in the battle between good and evil.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. There are so many things that a force can develop or hide over thousands of years.

The layers of mystery surrounding the Corpse Refining Sect have not been revealed much. They raise supernatural monsters, and even corpse puppets comparable to an army have appeared in Dongling City. They have a place dedicated to training spies, and can even infiltrate any sect in Zhongzhou...

Quan Xiaotong looked at the split soul. This guy was extremely valuable. If he could unravel these things from his mouth, the corpse refining lineage would definitely come to light.

"What should I do with you?"

Before his value is squeezed out, the soul cannot die.

But what made him difficult was that how to accommodate this person was a big problem, and he absolutely could not be accommodated on the fifth floor.

If we randomly lead a person from the Divine Stage Realm over there, not only the fifth floor will be in trouble, I'm afraid the entire imperial court will be overthrown.

But if you don't put it in front of yourself, it won't be appropriate to put it anywhere else. Moreover, although this guy is useless, the disaster he can bring is too great.

"Actually, there's no need to worry so much."

The soul, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his eyes and spoke, his tone suddenly becoming tough.

The reason why he was so confident was that his other clone had come with helpers.

"If I kill you all, I won't have so many troubles."

Not only did he become tough, but his voice was even cold and murderous, especially when he glanced at Han Yu.

The first thing I did after catching this bastard was to throw him into the toilet and let him soak for ten days or half a month before fishing him out.

"You are so confident, is it your clone who came to rescue you?"

Han Yu was stunned. He could feel the other party's undisguised murderous intent.

In this situation, either he is fearless, or he is determined to go to the toilet.

It is probably impossible for him to have such a strange addiction.

Ling Wu Ce happened to think the same thing, so his face was extremely grim, and he took two steps at a time and shouted, "Retreat quickly, the enemy reinforcements are coming."

He had seen great battles on the altars, and even if the enemy did not specifically target them, they would not survive the clash of absolute power.

"None of you can escape."

The soul's laughter became more and more unbridled at this time, and combined with the face that could only make distorted movements, it looked extremely hideous.

Snapped!
Han Yu curled his lips, stepped forward and covered the other person's mouth. The scorching flames passed through his palm and merged it with his face.

"Well……"

The split soul widened its eyes, and now there was nothing to say.

"You guys go first, I want to make some more money."

When Han Yu retracted his hand, he slapped him at the same time, then he smiled and spoke to Quan Xiaotong.

"Hurry up, don't hesitate."

Ling Wuce urged them repeatedly, and Quan Xiaotong then waved his hand with a serious expression, and a huge group of people quickly fled away.

"If you are not strong enough, then retreat, leaving the green mountains behind."

Before leaving, Quan Xiaotong couldn't help but look back at Han Yu and reminded him that he was betting on the other party's potential, not on his luck.

The three of them flew into the air and ran at an extremely fast speed. Now only Han Yu and the waste soul are left.

In less than twenty breaths, a huge pressure came from the direction of the sea.

Swish!
Two figures stomped their feet heavily on the ground with a clatter. Suddenly, the ground shook uncontrollably as if there was an earthquake.

Han Yu looked up at the oncoming people. In addition to the new clone, there was another man who looked like a peddler.

"Is there no normal cultivator in your corpse refining lineage?"

Qi Bai, a horse-faced man who is an evil element and takes medicine indiscriminately but has to do good deeds to accumulate virtue; the judge who wears a bride's embroidered lotus dress and sits in a bridal sedan; the silly black robe and the soul that is afraid of death; and now where does this peddler come from?
"it's him?"

The peddler's face suddenly turned cold when he heard Han Yu's teasing, and he looked him up and down with a murderous look.

Just like the stereotype everyone sees at first sight, there is no sign of practice, weird!
"It's really a big secret."

The peddler thought more deeply than the split soul. In this way, Han Yu had one more special way of cultivation in his eyes.

This is amazing. In addition to the orthodox way of practice, one can also find another way. Being able to practice to this level not only shows that the way is feasible, but also that the system is quite mature.

Regardless of anything else, just this one point alone makes him a great treasure.

The peddler was not as talkative as the split soul. After confirming Han Yu's value, he started to act without saying a word.

He stretched out his strong and powerful palm and grasped in the air, and Han Yu's surroundings were instantly trapped as if in an unclear cage.

Edict!
As his fists were clenched, an unrivaled pressure came from the cage, as if it was determined to completely crush the person inside.

Han Yu was completely unaware of it, or perhaps the effect of this power on him was not strong enough.

A straight punch, wind and thunder come together.

The simple collision of the two forces had already razed the area within a mile to the ground.

"Good flesh!"

The peddler was delighted to see the prey, and after some testing, he doubled its value in his mind.

Han Yu looked strange when he heard the other party's praise.

"Is he coveting your strong body?"

The spirit of the weapon guessed with a wicked grin.

Han Yu's face turned black upon hearing this, and a sea of ​​fire engulfed the area within a mile. The man who coveted her must die.

Seven or eight huge blue dragons emerged from the sea of ​​fire and crushed the two of them.

"Be careful, this kid's territory is no worse than your little world."

The soul fragment hurriedly spoke up to remind him that he had suffered enough in this area.

The peddler didn't take it seriously at first, but when seven or eight blue dragons swept over, the aura of destruction mixed in them finally made him change color.

This kid is smuggling something else, there is something in Canglong!
There is indeed something fishy going on, with a group of dragons dancing in it, and an energy that has been compressed to the extreme is on the verge of exploding at any time.

The peddler had a stern look on his face. He slowly reached out and took two dolls from the bamboo basket.

Ghost curse!
After the spell was finished, the two puppets seemed to come alive and attacked the power on their own...

……

boom!
When the huge explosion sounded, even Tianbo Ferry, which was ten miles away, could feel the terrible vibration.

The people standing on the deck looked in the direction where the noise came from, feeling a lingering fear.

Ling Wu Ce had felt it earlier, and the situation was slightly better. However, Che Dapao had witnessed such a terrible scene for the first time, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he felt cold all over.

Quan Xiaotong's face was equally heavy. Although it was hard to believe, he had to admit that the Godly Stage was invincible!

"Let's retreat first!"

Ling Wu Ce reluctantly withdrew his gaze, shook his head and sighed.

The distance of ten miles was obviously not safe, and if we stayed any longer we would have nowhere to run.

When passing through Haishi City, the huge body of the wood spirit still had not recovered, and the spirit body had separated from the body at some point in time.

At this time, the white deer, the incarnation of the wood spirit, was hugging Qingwan.

We can’t stay in this damn place anymore, the fighting has started again.

The wood spirit called out bitterly.

After seeing the familiar figure sticking out from the ferry, Mu Ling hurriedly flew up with Qingwan in his arms.

"Yo yo yo..."

As soon as Mu Ling saw them, he cried out in great sorrow.

At the same time, Qingwan repeated its words with the same extreme grievance.

"I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to move..."

(End of this chapter)