Chapter 452: Pickled in the Toilet

Chapter 451: Put it in the toilet to pickle

"Still not saying it?"

A group of people surrounded the clone for half an hour, and the clone refused to say a word.

Che Dapao used both soft and hard methods, but it was useless.

He was so angry that he screamed, holding the long knife on his waist, and drew it out with two slashes.

But in the end, he couldn't even break the opponent's fur, and the knife did make several cuts.

Che Dapao finally pried open the opponent's mouth, but he was met with a burst of mockery from the opponent.

"Broken copper and rotten iron."

Even if his clone consumed another quarter, it was still a spiritual treasure, how could these ants hurt it.

Seeing that he spoke, the silent Quan Xiaotong suddenly walked out and slowly came to him.

"Can I know how long your power has existed?"

He looked at the soul fragment that was like mud and smiled lightly, "This should not be a secret that cannot be told, right?"

The soul fragment looked up at the elegant old scholar, with disdain flashing in his eyes, and mocked, "Our history is longer than any dynasty, how can you mortals spy on it."

Quan Xiaotong was thoughtful, lowered his head and thought for a long time, and when he looked up again, he was already determined.

"I know the altar in the East Sea Realm, it really looks like the sacrificial culture passed down from the tribal period thousands of years ago, and you made your fortune thousands of years ago."

This is not difficult to guess, there is no shortage of talents in the fifth floor, and there are still people who can understand the Dao pattern.

"It took thousands of years to see that you have not succeeded, it seems that it is extremely cliché, and what you are pursuing must be some illusory things."

Quan Xiaotong shook his head with a hint of sarcasm.

The soul-dividing expression changed, and his tone was cold, "How do you know the greatness of the Holy Church? Sooner or later, we will be above you and control your life and death."

"Oh? You powerful monks, can't you be above us now? In the past year, countless mortals and monks have died because of you."

Quan Xiaotong sneered at him.

"That's nothing, a few insignificant lives, for..."

The soul-dividing stopped talking here. He glanced at Quan Xiaotong with a strange look, and his heart sank.

This guy's silent rhetoric is simply hard to guard against.

He has made up his mind not to communicate with him anymore.

"So, your goal is not just those lives, you want to control more people in some form other than strength."

Quan Xiaotong talked to himself, and didn't even look at him on purpose.

"Hundreds of years ago, it was you who set a trap for the cultivators! Qingzhou Prefecture was wiped out so cleanly, it should be the work of people at your level."

"The so-called battle between Qinglong and Tianren, I guess your enemies came to disrupt the situation, in fact, it was just your people fighting each other."

At that time, the dynasty was changing, and it was probably beyond the power of the Nine Sects to push the entire cultivator world to gather to fight the so-called Refining Corpse Sect.

It is more likely that someone is pushing it behind the scenes.

For what, Dragon Blood Stone? Or the lives of the cultivators?

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the soul-dividing man, which happened to be captured by Quan Xiaotong. He knew that he should have guessed the general context.

Yes, the soul-dividing man was extremely shocked at the moment. This kind of thing was handled very cleanly at the time, and there was no trace left in the entire Qingzhou Prefecture, except for a small flaw that a young cultivator escaped.

But it was irrelevant to the overall situation. How could a young cultivator understand the battle in the Divine Platform Realm? The young cultivator did not witness the subsequent events because he was in a hurry to escape, but the other party was able to sort out a general picture.

"Among mortals, you are indeed a very smart one."

The soul-split couldn't control his mouth and finally couldn't help but reply.

Quan Xiaotong knew how to pick up the conversation, and naturally led the topic over.

"Mortal, is this what you call all the cultivators in Zhongzhou?"

Logically speaking, Quan Xiaotong is also a cultivator in the Transcendent Realm. Even if there is a gap between him and the Divine Platform Realm, he is also regarded as a mortal together with the Transcendent Realm cultivators. How arrogant this force must be.

The soul-split shut up again. This time, no matter how Quan Xiaotong beat around the bush, he turned a deaf ear, did not respond, and did not listen.

Quan Xiaotong finally showed a helpless look. There was too little information. If the other party was willing to speak, he could always find something from the other party's words, but if he refused to speak like the soul-split, he would also have no way.

He regretted not bringing the empathetic Feng Buping with him. He could always dig out something by using his own words to lure him in and make him feel beside him.

"How about you give me some fine wine and I'll teach you a method?"

Han Yu suddenly laughed and said.

The people around him looked at him sideways, not knowing whether it was because of Han Yu's strange request or because they were curious about what better method he could have.

The guy in front of him was not afraid of weapons, and seemed to be not afraid of pain, so torture might not work.

He couldn't kill him.

Wu Yicuo, one song, one post, one content, one content, one look!

"If your method is useful, I'll give you ten years of fine wine."

Quan Xiaotong nodded readily. Although he didn't know what method Han Yu could have, it would always be worth it to let go.

Han Yu smiled and stepped forward, squatted down and straightened the body of the split soul, and then grinned strangely.

"This guy is full of treasures. This body is made of spiritual treasures. Don't you think it looks like a magic treasure with intelligence?"

Special existences such as split souls did have a great impact on everyone from the beginning.

I have never seen it before. It is hard to believe that a monk can live like this.

"He is definitely not afraid of pain, and he is not afraid of physical torture, but do you think it would be interesting to refine this body again and make it into a dung bucket or chamber pot, or refine it into a lump and throw it in the toilet for ten days or half a month."

Boil!

A group of people's eyebrows jumped at the same time, and they looked at him strangely, with different expressions in their eyes.

Can people think of such a weird method?

The appearance of the split soul that cannot control the body at this moment is indeed like a dead object with thoughts.

Really refining the body without hurting its soul and doing those things...

Ling Wuce just thought about what if he turned into a piece of rotten iron and was thrown into the toilet for half a year, accompanied by... all day long, unable to speak and unable to move his hands, and that thing fell from his head every day.

He couldn't help but shudder, so fucking vicious.

The soul split was also shocked. He had never thought that his precious spiritual treasure could be played with like this. Especially when he thought about what Han Yu said, his whole sallow face was completely messed up.

"You can't do this!"

He spoke quickly. Such a punishment was even more terrible than death.

What's more, this kind of heart-breaking act was twelve times more harmful to him. If one clone suffered, the remaining eleven would have to feel the same pain.

"I don't know how to refine weapons, but I can turn your spiritual treasure body into a lump. My skills are a little worse, so you have to bear with it."

Han Yu smiled and stretched out his hand. His palm suddenly became extremely hot. After grasping the other party's arm, a steady stream of energy burst out, even directly affecting the surroundings.

A group of people were almost overturned by this wave, and everyone looked horrified.

"Are you serious?"

The soul split also shouted.