Chapter 1828 Soul Refining Pool

After Thousand Faces Buddha caught the One-Horned Ghost King, he first used the soul-searching technique to search for some important information. As a result, the One-Horned Ghost King was well prepared and had made some changes to his soul in advance. If it were any other cultivator, Thousand Faces Buddha would not be helpless, but the ghost cultivators were born with powerful souls. The One-Horned Ghost King had once broken through the realm of transformation, and his soul was even more powerful. Thousand Faces Buddha did not dare to mess around.

Thousand Faces Buddha searched the soul several times in a row, but did not find much useful information. He only vaguely knew that the One-Horned Ghost King had been following Qingyang for these years. Qingyang's origin was not simple, and he had a rare treasure on him. As for what the so-called rare treasure was, it was unclear.

Later, when he could not squeeze anything out of the One-Horned Ghost King, Thousand Faces Buddha began to prepare to refine him into a soul-refining pill. It has only been a few years now. Soul Refining Pills are not so easy to refine. It takes several years to refine at the Nascent Soul level, and it is impossible to succeed at the Spiritualization level without ten years. The Thousand Faces Buddha came back this time to participate in the Xiaolingshan Dharma Assembly of the Thousand Buddha Sect, and to see how the Soul Refining Pills were being refined. He needs to watch over them in the second half.

"Senior, can you really let me meet the One-Horned Ghost King?" Qingyang was a little unbelievable.

Thousand Faces Buddha said: "After several years of refining, even if the One-Horned Ghost King has not been shattered, he has already lost consciousness. He may not be recognized face to face. What's the harm in letting you meet him? The One-Horned Ghost King is in the Soul Refining Pool next door, and you will see him soon."

The One-Horned Ghost King had already lost consciousness, just like he was dead, and Qingyang was tied up like a dumpling by his multiple restrictions, and he could not make any waves at all. Let Qingyang meet the One-Horned Ghost King for the last time, knowing that resistance will not end well, and it is also convenient to force him to ask about his secrets later.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha did not delay any longer and directly carried Qingyang to the next room. This room was larger, but it was dark inside, with a hint of coldness, a little eerie and scary. It did not look like a Buddhist monk's room at all, but rather like the cave of the ghost king of the Ten Kings Hall.

In the innermost part of the room, there was a black pool, on top of which was a golden bowl upside down, and outside the bowl was a layer of restrictions. Through the restrictions, countless soul threads could be vaguely seen churning in the pool, and occasionally a few shrill screams could be heard.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha brought Qingyang to the side of the black pool, opened the restrictions on it, took off the golden bowl covering it, and finally could see the whole pool clearly. There were several clusters of black flames at the bottom of the pool. There was nothing special from a distance, but when approaching, the soul and spirit could feel a hot breath, as if they were about to be refined.

Above the flame, countless soul threads were entangled and tumbling. In the soul threads, it was like a pot of boiling black water, with a slightly smaller ghost in the shape of a human head floating. Some features of the One-Horned Ghost King could be barely recognized. Needless to say, the one inside must be the One-Horned Ghost King.

Qingyang's true essence and divine consciousness were suppressed, and he could not observe more carefully, but with his eyes as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could see that the One-Horned Ghost King was almost dead, and he could not feel any breath of life at all. Thinking of the end of the One-Horned Ghost King who had dominated the world, Qingyang could not help but feel sad. Although the One-Horned Ghost King relied on Qingyang to recover his strength in those years, the One-Horned Ghost King helped Qingyang more. He relied on the One-Horned Ghost King to save his life several times. For Qingyang, the One-Horned Ghost King was both a teacher and a friend. It was a pity that he died like this.

But thinking about his own situation, it seems that it is not much better than the One-Horned Ghost King. Maybe he will soon follow him, and his end may be even worse. Qingyang didn't care about being sad.

Seeing Qingyang's sad look, the Thousand-Faced Buddha was quite proud and said, "Haha, you see? The body and limbs of the One-Horned Ghost King have been refined, leaving only this head. Under the continuous sacrifice of this soul refining pool, his head will become smaller and smaller, and eventually become a soul refining pill the size of a longan. With the help of this pill, I can break through to the second level of the spirit transformation realm."

Qingyang couldn't bear to look at the One-Horned Ghost King in the soul refining pool, so he changed the subject and said, "I have another thing I want to know, and I hope Senior Thousand-Faced Buddha can tell me the truth."

"What is it?" Thousand-Faced Buddha asked.

Qingyang said: "Senior led people to conquer the Unicorn City. After you killed the Ghost King, did you get his magic crystal coffin? I wonder where the woman in the coffin is now?"

After hearing what Qingyang said, the Thousand-Faced Buddha laughed and said: "Hahahaha, that's it. I think you are not looking for the One-Horned Ghost King, but you really want to save the woman in the crystal coffin, right? I didn't expect you to be a love-sick seed. No wonder you were not tempted by my Thousand Buddha Sect to recruit you before."

"Senior, do you know the whereabouts of Miaomiao?" Qingyang asked hurriedly.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha said: "I conquered the Unicorn City, and I killed the Ghost King. Of course, the crystal coffin is in my hands, but I can't tell you the whereabouts of the woman in the coffin."

"Why is that?" Qingyang had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha seemed unwilling to discuss this issue, and said, "There is no need to ask so many questions. You can hardly protect yourself now. Even if I tell you, what can you do? I advise you to pay more attention to your own fate. Tell me all your secrets honestly and hand over all your treasures. I can let you suffer less and give you a quick death."

The Thousand-Faced Buddha was right. Qingyang was in a situation where his life was at risk. Even if he knew the whereabouts of Yu Mengmiao, could he still save her? If Yu Mengmiao was in a bad situation, it was okay if he didn't know, but if he knew, wouldn't he die with regret? And looking at the Thousand-Faced Buddha's look, he obviously didn't want to say it. He was just a prisoner, and there was nothing he could do if others didn't say it.

Seeing Qingyang fall silent, the Thousand-Faced Buddha continued: "You have seen the One-Horned Ghost King and asked all the questions you should ask. Now it's my turn. It is said that you have a rare treasure on you. Can you tell me what it is? Even the One-Horned Ghost King was amazed?"

The matter of the Drunken Immortal Gourd must not be told. It is not only the biggest secret of Qingyang, but also the last resort for Qingyang to save his life. If he tells it out, he will have a bad ending. So Qingyang turned his face to the side, showing a look of disdain to answer.

Seeing Qingyang didn't say anything, the Thousand Faces Buddha said, "I know even if you don't tell me. I have searched before. You don't have a spirit insect bag that can hold so many alcoholic bees. The alcoholic bee swarm suddenly appeared. The treasure on your body must be related to the space treasure, right?"