Chapter 1395 I Will Let You Go

Fang Ping asked curiously: "Oh? Are you not satisfied yet? Do you want me to continue to torture you?"

Really, I have already decided to let you go, but you are addicted to being abused.

The middle-aged monk said: "Don't let me go, just kill me."

Fang Ping asked: "Why is that? Why don't you want to leave?"

"You ask knowingly. You planted a soul mark in my soul and made me enslaved by you. If I go out, my fellow disciples and other immortals will find something abnormal when they see me. At that time, not only will you not be able to get any useful information from me, but they will also kill me directly."

The middle-aged monk spitted and shouted excitedly: "Instead of being killed by my fellow disciples, it's better for you to kill me directly. This way, I will feel better."

Fang Ping shook his head: "It's not that I can't kill you, but I still think it will be more useful to let you go."

"What do you mean?"

The middle-aged monk was puzzled. In his current state, if he went out now, he didn't even need to think about it. The three guys outside would definitely hesitate for a moment and then choose to kill him.

"Wouldn't they control you first and then try to help you remove the soul mark?" Fang Ping asked.

"If you want to expel the soul seal, at least the great power of the Tribulation Crossing will have a chance, and it also requires a lot of rare natural treasures, and the great power of casting the spell to expel the soul seal will also consume a lot.

With my cultivation and identity, there is no great power willing to help me, so the only outcome waiting for me is to be killed."

After a pause, he looked at Fang Ping with a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Please kill me, if I go out, they will not only kill me, but they will even think that I have told you about the immortals and the sect.

It doesn't matter if I die, they are likely to vent their anger on my clansmen and friends, they are all innocent."

"Innocent?" Fang Ping sneered: "In front of our ancient clan, any immortal, especially the immortal sect and family forces like you, one by one, there is no such thing as innocence."

Thirteenth Prince and his companions also went through the test of life and death in the past, but because the Thirteenth Prince awakened the blood of the sinful clan, they did not hesitate to attack the Thirteenth Prince.

It can be seen that the opposition caused by the blood of both sides is simply irreconcilable.

Although Fang Ping has just awakened the blood of the ancient clan and has not had much interaction with the immortals, the deep hatred for the immortals in the blood of the ancient clan has already unconsciously affected Fang Ping.

"Don't talk nonsense, the three guys with you are looking for you now, you should go out and have a good chat with them, and it is best to tell them everything that happened here. If you can make them believe that I am a saint-level ancient clan and spread the news, I will definitely reward you heavily."

Having said that, regardless of the other party's objection, he directly threw him out of the space.

Fang Ping did this because he had his own plan.

A Yuanying cultivator who was planted with a soul mark by the sin clan, a saint son who suddenly appeared, if these two heavy news were spread, it would definitely attract a large number of sin clans.

Whether he was looking for the middle-aged cultivator to find out the situation, or to find the trouble with the Saint-level cultivator, Fang Ping could wait for a large group of immortals who heard the news to find him.

As for whether his high-profile behavior would attract the real Saint-sons and Saint-daughters of the more powerful immortal sects, or even attract all the powerful people, Fang Ping had naturally calculated it.

It was precisely because he was sure that he would make such a crazy move.

After the middle-aged cultivator was released, he was immediately discovered by the other three immortal cultivators who were looking for him.

Before they could be happy, they found the soul seal with the breath of the sin race in the middle-aged cultivator's body.

"What's going on?"

"Brother, do you need to give us an explanation?"

"How come you were planted with a soul mark in such a short time?"

"Who is the other party? He can forcefully plant a soul mark on you. Is he really a powerful cultivator?"

"Brother, you are confused. Are you so afraid of death? As an immortal, you were planted with a soul mark by the sin race. If this matter is known by fellow disciples and other immortals, it will be a great shame for our sect."

"Brother, if I were you, I would decisively self-destruct the moment before the soul mark was planted. I would never let our immortal bloodline be tainted by the sin race, and I would not let our sect be ashamed."

"Commit suicide. We will help you keep the secret and take care of your family."

The three of them talked one after another, and soon understood the trial of the middle-aged cultivator and gave the result.

During this process, the three of them glared at the middle-aged cultivator, and even looked at him with a look of disgust and contempt that was even more than that of the sin race.

From beginning to end, they did not even give the other party a chance to defend themselves.

It was not until the end of the trial that the middle-aged monk explained: "You are clear about my strength and my character. Do you think that with my strength and character, if I knew that I was going to be planted with a soul mark by the sin race, would I choose to be cowardly and live in disgrace, or would I choose to perish together with the enemy?"

The three of them frowned for a moment, and one of the handsome young monks said: "What do you mean, brother? You are completely powerless to resist?"

The middle-aged cultivator smiled bitterly and nodded.

"How is it possible? Even with my strength, I can't resist. Could it be that the other party is a powerful person?"

In their opinion, even if the middle-aged cultivator is not the top one in the Nascent Soul Realm, if someone wants to plant a soul imprint on him when he can't resist, then he must be a powerful person.

After all, there are people in the same level who can do this, but they also need to be at the level of a saint son.

The middle-aged cultivator shook his head: "He is not a powerful person."

The three looked at each other, and after a moment, they looked at the middle-aged cultivator again with an even more angry and contemptuous look: "Senior brother, I thought you were a man, but I didn't expect that you are not only greedy for life and afraid of death, willing to accept the slavery of the sin race, but also deliberately made up lies to deceive us."

The middle-aged cultivator hurriedly explained: "How did I lie to you?"

"You said that the other party is not a powerful person, could it be that the other party is a prodigy of the sin race, and a prodigy of the saint son level?"

"Senior brother, don't you know that in the fight between us immortals, Under the pressure, in all these years, apart from the amazing Thirteenth Prince, has the Sin Clan never produced any other talented cultivators? "

"Brother, you are really overdoing it. You actually made up such a lie."

Seeing that the misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper, the middle-aged cultivator hurriedly explained: "The Sin Clan has no decent genius? Have you forgotten how Tao Zhi fell? And the place where he fell doesn't seem to be too far from us, right? If the other party happens to be a genius participating in the Ascension Road, does his route happen to pass through here?"