Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 459 I betrayed the soul

Han Yu didn't think the other party was bragging.

Because he had tried, and once he tried to stand up from the cauldron, a terrible force would suppress him.

It's fucking weird.

The weapon spirit hung its head in dismay and spoke weakly, "It's useless. This guy is too good at taking advantage of the situation. What suppresses you is the power of heaven and earth that he borrowed, and what restricts you is the great cauldron that can hinder your magical powers."

The peddler's strength is still unclear until now, but the opponent's frequent means of suppression are endless.

He was very good at using methods of restriction, from plants to magical instruments, and even altars, all of which were suppressing Han Yu in all aspects.

This was also the first time that Han Yu felt so aggrieved. His body was extremely strong, but the other person just wouldn't confront him head-on. He had many means to make him unable to move.

The fire magic power is his most powerful weapon, but he cannot use it. This force started by cultivating monsters with magic power, but no one knows to what extent its research on energy has progressed.

But they obviously have a set of established methods to control their supernatural powers.

Whether it is swallowing a puppet or a large cauldron, these methods can be seen.

The split soul was already beaming with joy at this time. Once Han Yu entered the altar, there would be no possibility of escape.

Only now can we completely take him down, and then we can slowly deal with him.

However, the two of them obviously had differences at this time when it came to questioning Han Yu.

The split soul wanted to personally investigate Han Yu's secret, but the peddler was unwilling to do so and told him that the clone could only make him stronger, so the split soul wanted to take advantage of the situation.

"If you want to do something bad, I can throw you in there to accompany him."

The peddler said with a sneer.

His little thoughts were seen through, and the soul remained silent in embarrassment.

He did have the idea of ​​fishing in troubled waters. At least he did not tell all of Han Yu's secrets, such as his sea of ​​consciousness. The peddler did not know that Han Yu's sea of ​​consciousness was terribly large.

There is definitely something fishy going on here. When I sent my thoughts in, there was a vast expanse of white inside that covered my entire sea of ​​consciousness. There must be something hiding.

His main intention in taking action was to explore the other party's sea of ​​consciousness again.

Since the peddler was so rude, he didn't plan to say anything. If he couldn't get it himself, he wouldn't just wait to make wedding dresses for others.

The peddler waved his hand and slowly walked towards the altar. The suppressing force seemed to be only directed at Han Yu, and there was no abnormality on his body.

Han Yu poked his head out of the cauldron and looked into his eyes. After a moment, the peddler slowly spoke, "Little guy, how about doing business?"

"Don't do it!"

Han Yu stared at him and spoke unhappily.

The peddler was not angry, but continued with a smile, "You will want to do it."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the chains on the four dragon-imprisoning pillars tightened immediately, dragging him out of the cauldron with his legs up in the air.

A powerful pressure poured down like a mountain. It was not just a feeling, but real force. The eight chains creaked at the same time, making a harsh friction sound.

Han Yu felt as if all the air in his chest was about to be squeezed out. It was truly a torture.

The peddler still looked extremely relaxed at this time. He didn't believe that anyone's bones could be harder than his formation...

……

A day had passed, and until noon of the next day, Han Yu was still hanging in one place. The pressure on him had accumulated to a terrifying level.

The eight chains were stretched straight and even couldn't bear the weight and made noises.

The peddler stood there all day with a strange expression on his face.

He had jokingly said the day before that no one could have a formation tougher than his, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly.

"How did this guy train his body? If your body made of spiritual treasures were used on him, it would almost break into pieces."

He compared Han Yu's body with his split soul in great amazement. The flesh and blood body was actually stronger than the one forged with spiritual treasure.

"The corpses that the Holy Church has devoted its heart and soul to cultivating do not have this kind of strength."

The split soul certainly knew that Han Yu’s physical body was not simple. When he was one level away from it, he was able to withstand his attacks. How could he be ordinary?

The peddler had obviously given up on the method of exploiting his body. At this time, seven or eight puppets flew out and surrounded Han Yu.

When Han Yu was just put back into the cauldron, his whole body was already soaked with sweat. He had endured a whole day and night, experiencing indescribable terror and suppression. Just when he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw seven or eight puppets coming towards him.

What is this again?
He soon found out, as the eight puppets each released a breath and connected with the joints of his hands and feet.

Crack! Suddenly, the right hand of a puppet broke and exploded.

"Ow..."

A cry of pain came out of Han Yu's mouth, and at the same time, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

At this moment, his right hand was clearly intact, but his body was feeling the severe pain of a broken limb.

Click!

Click!

Several puppets detached their limbs one after another, causing Han Yu to roll around in the cauldron in pain.

It hurt so damn much, as if he was being skinned alive.

"You won't kill someone like this?"

The soul watched the peddler walk down from the altar and hurried forward.

This is an ability to transfer pain, which is useless in itself, but it only shines when it falls into the hands of the peddler.

Although his ability itself may not be very strong, the pain can be transferred away. In other words, all the pain suffered by the puppet is borne by Han Yu.

The peddler glanced at the altar. Although there were constant screams from inside, the people were still full of energy. He couldn't help but frown.

"I can't torture his body, so I can only torture him through his injuries. I don't think he can hold out for much longer."

Only by breaking a person down psychologically can you get anything you want.

The soul fragment did not comment upon hearing this, but after a moment of silence, his expression suddenly turned strange.

"I'm in trouble."

The one who got into trouble was naturally not him here, but...

The situation he feared most finally happened.

Bah! You spineless thing, how could you open your mouth?
The soul-dividing looked very unhappy, and then he looked at the peddler awkwardly.

"You have to help me, agreed."

"What did you reveal?"

The peddler was not stupid. It was right for him to agree to help, but the trouble caused by the divided soul had to be within his ability to resolve.

If this idiot ever pokes a hole in the sky, he will definitely be the first one to turn around and leave.

So, whether or not to help you depends on what kind of trouble you have caused.

The Soul Splitter's facial features twisted, and he said in an awkward tone, "I... I betrayed the Soul Stealer!"

The peddler nodded when he heard this. It was not a big problem. He could control the Soul-Snatching. But he was curious about, "Why did you sell out the Soul-Snatching?"

The soul splitting laughed dryly for a few moments before saying dryly, "Because he ranks ninth."

Why ninth?

Of course it’s because the opponent is only stronger than his split soul, but weaker than the other eight.

If he betrays him, the soul may still have a chance to survive.

If he betrayed those above him, I'm afraid the peddler might not be able to save himself.

……

Far away at the other end of the endless sea, a devastating attack landed on an empty sea surface at the same time. The colorful energy exploded at the same time, shaking the heaven and earth.

A scream rang out, and at the same time, the island that had been torn into pieces appeared.

"Which bastard attacked me?"

A figure with disheveled hair rushed out from the broken island, full of murderous intent.

But the next moment, when his bloodshot eyes saw twelve figures appear in front of him at the same time, his eyes suddenly became clear.

Damn it, all twelve mad dogs are here!
At this moment, he just wanted to curse. He was just staying in his own territory and not going anywhere, so how could he be targeted by these twelve mad dogs?

He didn't think about anything else, just turned around and fled...

(End of this chapter)