Chapter 436 Who Is that Person?
"Stubborn cultist, I gave you a chance, but you gave up on your own." The bald priest sneered.
The flesh between his eyebrows split, revealing a red crystal embedded in it, and a red light emanated from it, shining in all directions. The illusion condensed in the surrounding void instantly lost its color, faded away little by little, and revealed its true appearance.
The gallows that imprisoned him also dissipated little by little like ashes.
Yuan Ming was surprised, and a black sound wave shot out from his eyebrows, covering the bald priest.
The bald priest raised the staff in his hand and waved it, and a green light immediately gushed out, colliding with the black sound wave, crushing the black sound wave like a rotten wood, and reflecting on Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, and immediately found that his legs had lost consciousness.
When he looked down, he found that his legs were grayish white, and they had solidified into stone, and under the spread of a layer of gray light, his thighs and waist were also petrified little by little.
However, within a few breaths, his body below the neck had turned into hard stone.
"Are you a soul cultivator at the peak of love witch? But this kind of rigid soul power doesn't seem to be cultivated by you." Yuan Ming moved his neck and looked at the bald priest and asked.
The latter was slightly startled when he heard the words, and frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Yuan Ming could be so calm and composed in such a situation.
So, he didn't say any more nonsense, flashed in front of Yuan Ming, his eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils suddenly became dark, like two deep wells.
Thick black mist surged in the eyes of the bald priest, and two scales flashed with metallic luster. A foot-long green-eyed black snake drilled out from it, with its head raised, spitting out its core, and suddenly drilled towards Yuan Ming's eyes.
However, a black screen flashed in front of Yuan Ming, and the two green-eyed black snakes disappeared out of thin air.
The bald priest was startled, and his eyes shot out two black snakes again, rushing towards Yuan Ming's body.
However, a figure of an old man in a green robe suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Ming. He stretched out his hands and grabbed the two black snakes. It was Tiangui Sanren.
Two three-eyed soul doves shot out from Tiangui Sanren's body, and their sharp claws grabbed the two soul snakes on the left and right respectively.
The three-eyed soul doves made a sharp cry, and pulled with its claws, madly and violently tearing the two soul snakes into two pieces.
The bald priest screamed, and blood and tears suddenly flowed from his eyes. The whole person's spirit became extremely weak.
Silver lightning flashed on Yuan Ming's body, and all the petrification marks on his body collapsed, and he regained his freedom.
He raised his hand to do something, but stopped and waved his sleeves.
A black screen appeared, which was the picture of the night parade of a hundred ghosts, and a white light shot out from the picture.
A black ripple also shot out from Yuan Ming's brow, merging with the white light.
The bald priest's eyes flashed, and the whole person appeared in a white space. His body was hung on the gallows again, but this time it was not chained, but directly pierced through the scapula.
"Tell me why you want to attack me?" Yuan Ming came to the bald priest, gently patted his sleeves, and asked.
"Another illusion? It's a pity that you are just a love witch. This level of illusion can't trap me at all!" The bald priest didn't care, and a pink halo rose behind his head again.
A more violent soul power than before burst out and hit the white space fiercely.
However, the white space showed a faint ripple, and then it returned to calm, with no sign of cracking.
"How is this possible!" The bald priest looked horrified.
The illusion space in front of him was unimaginably solid. He had already stimulated all his soul power, as well as the power left in his soul by the adult, but it was still like an ant trying to shake a tree.
When Yuan Ming saw this scene, a hint of joy flashed across his eyes.
In the past three months, in addition to practicing the Magic Elephant Prison-Suppressing Skill, he also studied the "All Living Beings Dream" rune in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons in his spare time, using it to improve the realm of the Dream Butterfly Illusion.
His Dream Butterfly Illusion realm had been stagnant for a long time. With the help of the All Living Beings Dream rune, he finally reached the "Mirage" realm, and could slightly mobilize the illusion power of the "All Living Beings Dream" rune to help, making the illusion power greatly increased.
Today's test was indeed as expected. The bald priest approached the soul power of the sleeping witch infinitely but could not break through.
Yuan Ming waved his hand, and the iron hook that pierced the bald priest's chest suddenly pulled to both sides, and the heart-wrenching pain came, causing sweat to ooze out of the bald priest's forehead.
"Although these are illusions, your body is not hurt, but the feeling of pain is not false at all. This is a trauma from your soul, and it is even ten times more painful than real physical injury." Yuan Ming said calmly.
The bald priest gritted his teeth, the flesh between his eyebrows split, and the gem embedded in it shone again.
But this time, before it could completely shine, a black long sword shot straight at it, it was the Soul-Destroying Sword, and it went straight into his eyebrows.
A "snap" sound of shattering was heard.
The gem between the bald priest's eyebrows was pierced by the Soul-Destroying Sword, and it exploded into crystal powder and blood flowed down his forehead.
The bald priest finally showed a look of horror, and his fingers moved slightly.
He wore a small golden ring on his right hand, which was very inconspicuous, and suddenly broke into pieces.
The golden staff suddenly shone with a dazzling light, and exploded with a "bang".
A golden light wrapped around the bald priest's body, and a golden magic circle was formed in an instant. The nearby void shook violently, and it turned out to be a teleportation magic circle.
"Want to escape?" Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows and shook his sleeves.
The silver flag shot out, grew several times larger in the wind, and wrapped around the bald priest's body.
The space symbol array in the silver flag was activated, the nearby void was distorted, and the operation of the golden magic array stagnated for a moment.
A silver light flashed in Yuan Ming's palm, and a silver thunder hammer appeared. It was the thunder hammer, which shot out a thick lightning and hit the golden magic array fiercely.
With a loud "boom", a corner of the golden magic array was shattered!
A series of changes were better than lightning, and before the bald priest could react, the golden magic array had completely stopped operating.
"You are not Yuan Ming! Yuan Ming is just a cultivator who has not yet formed a pill, it is impossible for him to have such magical powers! Who are you?" The bald priest was stunned and shouted hoarsely.
Yuan Ming did not answer, but pointed his finger.
Another thick chain appeared out of thin air and pierced through the bald priest's chest, and the bald priest screamed again.
He used his soul-searching ability, raised his hand and grabbed it, a black air enveloped the bald priest, and penetrated into his soul, and the bald priest's eyes suddenly became chaotic.
The bald priest's soul was actually pink, and it was extremely tough, and the soul-searching ability could not penetrate it.
Yuan Ming frowned and put away the soul-searching ability.
"If you dare to kill me, Wu Yue Sect will not let you go." The bald priest's eyes regained clarity, and he roared fiercely.
"If I was afraid of Wu Yue Sect, I would not be here today. If you want to live, tell me everything here!" Yuan Ming smiled coldly and said.
The bald priest's face was a little panicked, his eyes rolled a few times, and he didn't speak.
"It seems that you are going to try other means. In this case, let you have a good taste." Yuan Ming's expression became gloomy.
Without seeing him make any move, the gallows instantly became larger, and the claws' tearing force doubled. The bald priest felt that his sternum was about to be torn off, and he whimpered and growled in pain.
This was not over yet. Countless sharp blades appeared around the bald priest, piercing into his body one after another.
The bald priest's body was soon stabbed into a hornet's nest, and his whole body twisted like a spasm.
"Don't try to lie to me... If I tell you, you will die... If I don't tell you, you will die too. I will never betray the Wuyue Cult..." the bald priest said in a trembling voice.
"It seems that your bones are harder than I thought. That's all. I'll be more serious. Since you are a member of Wu Yue Sect, you must have heard of the secret method of forcing a confession in Wu Yue Sect, the 'Ten Thousand Threads Soul Extraction Technique', which can turn a person's soul into threads and extract them one by one. Only after 10,000 times will the other person's soul fly away and cannot reincarnate again. I haven't used this secret method since I got it. Today I will use you to practice." Yuan Ming stopped the illusion torture and said expressionlessly.
"Ten Thousand Threads Soul Extraction Technique!" The bald priest's expression changed drastically, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was extremely afraid of this secret technique.
Yuan Ming saw the bald priest's expression and smiled secretly.
The jade plate of the Six Desires Venerable did record this secret technique, but the Ten Thousand Threads Soul Extraction Technique required a lot of time to practice to master it. He was too busy during this period and only understood the basics. He had no time to practice, so he could only bluff people.
He muttered something, and a layer of red light appeared on his right palm, which then gradually turned into red filaments.
"I'll give you another chance. Tell me everything, and I can spare your life! Otherwise, go and taste the taste of your soul being torn apart carefully." Yuan Ming said.
The bald priest looked miserable, but his lips moved a few times, but he still didn't seem to be about to speak.
"It seems that you have made a choice. You don't want a good chance to live, but choose to die in pain. I will fulfill your wish!" Yuan Ming snorted coldly, and countless red threads shot out and sank into the bald priest's head.
The bald priest felt as if tens of millions of steel needles were piercing into the depths of his soul at the same time, splitting his soul into countless pieces. He screamed miserably, and the muscles on his face were twisted and deformed.
"Are you crying for your parents now? I'm just getting started. When I really extract your soul thread, the pain will be dozens of times more than it is now!" Yuan Ming sneered, and a red thread wrapped around the bald priest's soul.
"Dozens of times!" The bald priest's head buzzed.
The pain he was in now was unbearable. If it was dozens of times stronger, he suspected that he would be in so much pain that his soul would fly away.
Seeing Yuan Ming's hand gesture change and begin to perform the Ten Thousand Threads Soul Extraction Technique, the bald priest finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and hurriedly said: "No, I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."
Seeing his psychological defense line being breached, the red filaments flew out, but they were not put away, still floating above the bald priest's head, ready to fall at any time.
"Tell me the truth, who are you? Why are you targeting my Dark Moon Sect?" Yuan Ming asked lightly, and he was relieved in his heart.
Performing the Ten Thousand Threads Soul Extraction Technique to this point is already his limit. If he continues for a few more breaths, he will probably be discovered.