The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 210: Nun Miejue's Soul Transferring Technique

The head of the Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong, had a face twisted with fear and despair. He fell to the ground, wailing and struggling in pain.

This sudden change in the situation made all the people watching the game around stare blankly, and then their faces changed drastically.

"what happened?"

"Did the leader of the demon cult use some kind of sinister and strange martial arts?"

"It could also be that poison was used."

"The Huashan Sect leader is a man of character. Well, he must have angered the Demon Sect leader, which caused him to take ruthless action."

"Humph, those things are just the one-sided words of the Demon Cult leader. How can you believe them so easily? He must have killed Xianyu because he didn't want him to tell the truth."

In the six major sects and eighteen gangs, some people were confused and uncertain, some were outraged, and the originally peaceful atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The Ming Cult camp responded accordingly, each of them tightly grasping their weapons and staring at the opposing camp with vigilance.

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Nun Miejue appeared beside the two of them in a flash. She looked at Xian Yutong, who was writhing in agony on the ground, for a moment. Then she looked up at Xu Xingchen and said coldly, "Master Xu, what did you do? Why did you do this?"

In her opinion, even if what Xu Xingchen said just now was true, Xian Yutong should be taken back by the Huashan Sect for interrogation and punishment, and he should not be the one to punish him.

This is a matter of reputation for a sect and cannot be let go so easily.

Xu Xingchen calmly advised: "Master Miejue, I advise you to stay away from him. He just sprayed a stream of poison gas from his folding fan to attack me, but I bounced it back with my palm power."

"I don't know what kind of poison is hidden in his folding fan, but it looks like it's probably not simple."

Nun Miejue stared at Xu Xingchen for a while, then turned to look at Xian Yutong on the ground again. The clear sound of a water bottle exploding reached Xian Yutong's ears.

"Master Xianyu, look into my eyes!"

Xian Yutong, who felt as if he was being bitten and crawled on by countless poisonous insects all over his body, was stunned. He looked at Master Miejue with a painful face. He was about to utter the words "save me", but what he saw was Master Miejue's eyes with a faint light.

A faint blue glow appeared in Nun Miejue's eyes, and there seemed to be countless whirlpools turning silently inside, which tightly caught Xian Yutong's gaze and immersed his mind in it.

This move is a secret method of captivating the mind and inducing hypnosis recorded in the Nine Yin Scriptures: the Soul Transferring Technique.

It is of little use when fighting against enemies normally, but it can play a huge role in some specific situations.

Just like Xian Yutong at this moment, he was tortured by the golden silkworm poison and was in excruciating pain. His mind was at its most fragile and he was easily captured by Master Miejue's soul-transferring technique.

His mind was captured, and the pain in his body seemed to no longer affect him. His struggling and rolling movements, and his wailing and desperate screams, were actually much less intense.

At this time, the leaders of the six major sects and the leaders and presidents of the eighteen gangs had already walked up quickly to check the situation.

The people from the Ming Cult, the three Dharma Kings, the five scattered people, the five elements flag bearers, and the masters of the four sects of heaven, earth, wind and thunder, also came forward.

When the top masters of both sides approached within a certain range, their aura was immediately aroused and they confronted each other.

But both sides maintained the most basic restraint. When they saw Xian Yutong suddenly stop struggling and wailing, with only occasional spasms and twitches in his limbs, a stiff face, and dull eyes, and a series of abnormal reactions, they all turned their attention to Nun Miejue who had shouted loudly earlier.

They also saw the faint blue glow in Nun Miejue's eyes. Some of the gang leaders and presidents who were less powerful than them couldn't help but look dazed for a moment, then they were startled and quickly looked away, while some even cried out in surprise.

"It's a method of transferring souls and capturing spirits."

"I didn't expect that Nun Miejue actually had such a secret method."

"This secret method is not very useful in combat, but it is surprisingly effective in special circumstances."

"I heard from the leader of the Demon Cult that Sect Leader Xianyu was tortured by the backlash of his own poisonous gas. His mind is weak now. It is just right to use this secret method of soul transfer to make him tell the truth."

"Will this be bad for Sect Leader Xianyu?"

"There is nothing we can do about this. Only by letting Sect Leader Xianyu tell the truth can we determine whether he was slandered and framed by the Demon Cult Leader, or whether he was secretly plotted against by the Demon Cult Leader."

"That's right. If we can't prove the innocence of Sect Leader Xianyu, won't we all be deceived by the leader of the Demon Cult?!"

"Then what the Demon Cult leader said is true."

"That's it."

Among the crowd that had gathered around, the members of the Ming Cult and the leaders of the six major sects remained silent. They just watched quietly with serious expressions. Only the leaders of the eighteen gangs were muttering to themselves and talking non-stop.

At this time, Nun Miejue had already started asking Xian Yutong questions: "When you were young, did you have an affair with a Miao girl and then abandon her?"

Xian Yutong said dully: "I just don't like her anymore."

Nun Miejue asked again, "Did Hu Qingniu save your life and become your brother?"

Xian Yutong said: “Yes!”

Nun Miejue asked again: "Since you and Hu Qingniu's sister were in love, why did you abandon her?"

Xian Yutongdao: "Women, nothing is as important as my future."

Hearing this, as a woman who places great importance on feelings, Nun Miejue frowned immediately, and her voice became even colder, and she completely stripped the face of the head of Huashan: "In order to compete for the position of the head of Huashan, did you secretly kill your senior brother Bai Yuan?" Xian Yutong said blankly: "I killed him."

As soon as these words were spoken, the onlookers were suddenly in an uproar, and they all looked at the Huashan elders who had gathered around them with strange and pitying eyes.

Among the old men of Mount Hua, some covered their faces with their hands in shame, some gnashed their teeth in hatred, and two guys were whispering there.

"This is bad, this is bad. The leader is really insidious, cunning, despicable and shameless. He even attacks his own fellow disciples."

"It's bad, it's bad. We have disobeyed the master's orders many times. Has the master already been concerned about our lives?"

Not to mention the two elders from Mount Hua who were frightened and shocked, Nun Miejue, whose face had turned completely cold, asked the last question: "What kind of poison has you been poisoned with now?"

Xian Yutong replied blankly: "It is the golden silkworm poison I brought back from Miaojiang."

Hearing the words "golden silkworm poison", everyone seemed to have heard something extremely terrifying. They all stepped back a distance, and their eyes turned towards Xian Yutong with disdain and vigilance.

Although everyone had never seen the appearance of the golden silkworm poison, they had long heard of its reputation. Now that Xian Yutong had been poisoned by their golden silkworm poison, how could they dare to get close to him?

"Hmph, he deserves it!" Nun Miejue snorted coldly, turned and left Xian Yutong's side.

Having lost the control of the Soul Transfer Technique, Xian Yutong's mind was once again connected to the pain in his body.

"Ah~~~!"

A shrill scream rose to the sky, and Xian Yutong rolled over on the ground in pain again, wailing and struggling, tearing his clothes and leaving bloody marks on his skin.

"help me!"

"help me!"

Everyone looked at Xian Yutong's look of seeking help and shook their heads and sighed.

Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin, chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha", and then said: "Master Xianyu, none of us has the antidote for the golden silkworm poison, you are so stupid."

In the end, the four words "you deserve it" were not uttered.

Others also had no intention of lending a helping hand. Not to mention that they had no way, even if they really had a way, why would they save such an ungrateful and ungrateful thing, waiting for this guy to "repay their kindness with hatred"? !
With the last bit of consciousness left in Xian Yutong, he finally recalled what Master Miejue had asked him before. His face, already twisted with pain, became even more bleak and gray.

In his painful struggle, he looked at several elders of the Huashan Sect, and saw only cold or resentful eyes. None of them had any good intentions towards him.

Even Xue Gongyuan, his disciple who usually listened to him the most and respected him the most, turned his head away and refused to look at him.

".Abandoned by everyone"

".Abandoned by everyone"

For some reason, these four words kept echoing in his mind, and for a moment, they even overwhelmed the pain brought by the golden silkworm poison in his body.

“Ah~~~Hahahaha~~~Wuwuwuwuwu~~~~!”

Xian Yutong rolled on the ground, struggling in pain and making sounds that sounded like neither crying nor laughing.

The scene is so tragic that it is unbearable to watch!
Although the golden cicada poison can cause people to suffer excruciating pain, it is not a poison that can take a person's life in a short period of time.

Therefore, Xian Yutong had to endure the torture for a long time.
In the end, it was an old man from the Huashan Sect who really didn't want his leader to lose face here, so he threw a hidden weapon and knocked Xian Yutong unconscious.

Another old man shook his sleeves, and a whip shadow came out from it, wrapped around Xian Yutong's arm, and dragged him back to his own camp.

Xian Yutong was poisoned by the golden silkworm poison, and no one dared to help him.
Hu Qingniu did not come to Guangmingding with Xu Xingchen. If he could see with his own eyes how Xian Yutong, such a heartless person, met such a tragic end, he would surely have burst into tears with excitement.

The farce ended here and the square returned to its original calm.

When everyone returned to their respective camps and looked at each other, wondering who to send out to fight next, two people jumped out from the Huashan Sect camp.

One is tall, the other is short; one is thin, the other is fat; their faces are covered with eyebrows and beards, giving them strange looks.

Who else could it be if not the two old men of Mount Hua?

The two men came to the center of the square, staring at Xu Xingchen with four eyes, looking angry.

"Master Xu, well, the previous fight doesn't count."

"Yes, it doesn't count. Our leader's martial arts skills are low and his actions are rubbish. He can't represent the true level of our Huashan Sect's martial arts."

"So, the two of us are applying to fight you."

"Yes, let's have a fight. Two of us against one of you. You won't be afraid, will you?"

"If you are afraid, just admit defeat and give that woman in purple clothes to our fellow disciples as their wife."

"Brother, the woman in purple is your wife or mine, this point must be made clear."

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(End of this chapter)