Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 463 Cutting off the Peddler's Aorta

More than just an accident, when Han Yu walked out of the island, the entire island had been plowed twice by the God of Fire. The fire made him physically and mentally happy, and he didn't know what other treasures the peddler might have, so he just decided to set them all on fire.

"The wind is so tight!"

The spirit of the weapon urged them repeatedly, saying that if they messed up the other party's territory like this, the other party might come back and attack them at any time without any regard for their lives.

The peddler really wanted to come back and take a look in person, otherwise he would have no interest in anything else.

But when he wanted to leave, the person on the other side just didn't want him to escape.

He was so angry that his teeth were almost broken.

A bunch of bastards who take advantage of others’ misfortune!
What made him even more angry was that the two people beside him were already showing signs of running away.

A bunch of ignorant people, what's the point of running away without him to hold them back?

The two men naturally knew that it was pointless to escape without the peddler's restraint, but the island was most likely to be destroyed. In this case, the peddler would not let them go no matter what.

"You two better not have any bad ideas. Also, don't even think about dying before you pay me back."

The peddler sneered.

The Soul-Splitting was fighting and retreating with the Soul-Snatching, and cried out in pain after hearing these words.

The encirclement of twelve people became tighter and tighter, and the space left for three people was constantly shrinking. The fierce battle on the sea did not stop for a moment.

The offensive of the five-man team headed by the Taoist master became more and more fierce. As soon as the Soul-Separating Finger Technique hit one of them, it was quickly interrupted by the other four. After fighting for less than half an hour, not only did he not achieve any success, but he also became a breakthrough point for the opponent.

Almost half of the attacks were directed at him.

Damn it, you guys have captured one of my clones, and you’re still not satisfied, so go beat the two next to me!

He complained bitterly and was almost about to ask a question.

Duopo was in a mess, his black robe was tattered and covered with small scars. Although he was not the one under the greatest pressure, he was the one who was beaten the worst.

There was no other reason. He had already consumed a lot of energy before he came here and was far from being in strong condition. Now he had been dragged and beaten for half an hour and was already at the end of his strength.

In addition to beating the soul to death, the next step for the Tiandao Sect cultivators is to take away the spirit.

If the peddler had not been distracted by the matters on the island, he would not have been injured.

They obviously wanted to leave the peddler behind for last, or...

"Want to capture me alive?"

The peddler sneered, thinking that they had tasted the sweetness of the clone of his soul after it was caught, and they wanted to catch a bigger one.

The cultivators of Tiandao Sect indeed held this idea in mind. It was a pleasant surprise that Duopo could bring them here. There were three monsters from Yama Palace appearing here at the same time. If they could be eliminated, they would surely inflict heavy damage to the enemy.

If the peddler could be captured alive, it would be like stabbing a knife into the heart of Yama.

"I really can't delay this any longer. I can't take it anymore."

Enveloped by the sword's intent, the split soul was thrown over, and the body of the spiritual treasure was covered with jagged gaps. If it were replaced with a flesh and blood body, it would probably be covered in blood and flesh.

The peddler also began to have some thoughts of retreating, especially as he was eager to run back to the island to take another look.

He even held on to one last glimmer of hope, imagining that Han Yu didn't know the value of his small forest and missed it.

"go!"

He spoke in a cold voice, to those around him.

The Soul-Splitting and Soul-Snatching came up quickly as if they had been pardoned. They had been waiting for the peddler to say this.

After the three of them formed a circle, the people from the Tiandao Sect naturally understood the other party's intentions and immediately tightened the encirclement.

"Want to run? There's no way."

The old Taoist waved his hand and set up a barrier extending for a mile.

The peddler sneered, "I've told you before that ability is the most important thing after the divine platform. You guys are still practicing martial arts, so what can twelve of you do to me?"

The old Taoist remained calm and not angry. He looked down on the peddler, so the peddler naturally looked down on him too.

Or maybe the two forces are taking completely different paths.

"I have also told you that without strong strength, the abilities you pursue are nothing but illusions that will burst at the slightest touch. Now you are trapped in a jar."

The peddler did not speak again. Instead, he waved his finger toward the sky, and the sky within a radius of ten miles was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

The huge shadow reflected on the sea looked like a ferocious beast.

At this time, the peddler's figure began to fade. Not only he was fading, but also the soul and soul-stealing beside him were also fading.

Boo!
The three figures shattered like bubbles!

Escaped? "He can't get far. He tried to escape in the shadows. Chase him to the north."

The shadow was only ten miles long. It might not be easy to determine the direction on normal days, but today! The old Taoist was certain that he must be heading to the island.

At the end of the dark clouds, three figures indeed appeared in the direction of the island. The peddler led two people and rushed to their own territory without stopping. In a blink of an eye, they were outside the island. But after a quick look, the peddler felt as if the sky had fallen on him!
Such a large island now looked like it had been bitten by a dog. Not only was it broken and dilapidated everywhere, but it was also filled with smoke and even fire was still burning.

He rushed to the grove in a daze, but almost choked when he arrived.

"You son of a bitch, I'm going to skin you alive, tear your bones apart, chop you into pieces..."

The peddler roared to the sky, his murderous aura was terrifying. Even though he was stabbed by the Taoist priest, the damage he suffered was not as great as that inflicted by Han Yu.

At this moment, the peddler was heartbroken!
……

"I'm afraid you're going to make the other person die of pain this time."

Han Yu, who was fleeing on the sea, displayed his magical powers and began to fly aimlessly, fearing that the resentful peddler would suddenly pop out from somewhere and give him a blow.

The spirit of the weapon smiled and laughed loudly in its sea of ​​consciousness.

Han Yu also said stubbornly, "It's good that it hurts. It's better if it hurts him to death."

Compared to the torture he suffered on the island, Han Yu still felt unsatisfied.

In particular, he did not punish the split soul. He said he would throw the other party into the toilet, and he was certainly not just talking.

The bastard wanted to blow up his little Han, so he must find a chance to kill him.

"I must find an opportunity to take revenge!"

Han Yu spoke angrily.

"Aren't you afraid of them?"

The weapon spirit rolled its eyes. The other party had many tricks up their sleeves, and all kinds of strange and bizarre abilities were hard to guard against, especially since one had no understanding of their abilities at all, it would be easy to fail.

"I'm not afraid of anything."

Han Yu said stubbornly, and then he moved faster, and in a flash he was reduced to a shadow...

……

The grove was completely destroyed, not a single tree was left for the peddler, and even the corpses were all burned.

This was more than just the destruction of his beloved one. In a sense, Han Yu's move had cut the peddler's strength into pieces.

The puppet became less and less every time it was used, and he had lost his source of replenishment. The path he had built with half his life's work was thus aborted.

Fenhun felt a chill down his spine. Not only did he lose his life, but he also got nothing in return. The peddler might hate him for the rest of his life. Who knows, the peddler might even get angry and kill him.

Duopo was naturally sweating coldly. It was he who led the man here, so the peddler would definitely hold him responsible for this.

"Promise me that none of you will die before this debt is paid off."

The peddler's expression at this moment was terribly cold, especially the words he spoke with gritted teeth.

He wanted to chop the two men to pieces, but who would compensate him for his losses?
"it's here!"

The old Taoist's voice suddenly rang out, and soon, twelve figures gathered together to surround the island again.

"How to do?"

The split soul's scalp is tingling. He is being chased too fast. How can he escape?
"I know where the fourth one is! Do you want to die or do you want to get into more debt?"

The peddler's face turned pale, and he looked at the twelve figures gathered together and said solemnly.

There is no need to think about this at all. Having too much debt is not a problem, so the two people will naturally choose the second one.

"Then you stay and cover us."

The words were addressed to the soul. The peddler's words could not be rejected, because he added coldly, "Either leave one of your clones behind to cover us, or I escape alone and leave the two of you behind. Afterwards, I will hunt down all your other clones."

One of the twelve clones was destroyed in Central China. Although there was still a small clone captured, it was not only incomplete but also chopped into waste, which was no different from death.

I gave one away from the peddler.

There are only ten bodies left, and their souls' hearts are bleeding.

But the peddler not only said it but also did it. He might not be afraid to kill himself, and he had a legitimate reason. Not to mention killing himself, as long as he exposed the matter, I'm afraid that the soul-stealer would want to kill him.

"Okay, I'll cover you."

The split soul had no choice but to rush out helplessly.

(End of this chapter)