"Mysterious disciple, don't think... don't think that you can deceive the deity by making a name at will! After letting the deity go, the previous things... I can ignore it!"

Chu Han's intermittent voice came out. Obviously, in her current state, she still could not keep her soul awake for a long time. Under the suppression of the Buddha's light, she seemed extremely fragile, and even her spiritual consciousness could not penetrate the Niwan Palace.

When Su Muzhe heard Chu Han's words, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Hehe... the name of random fabrication... Elder Chu Han, have you forgotten that what I practiced is the ancient Taoist law and the name of the square cun needle. Is it really lost now? Even a powerful Nascent Soul Strongman like you have never heard of it?"

In the inheritance, is the scene where the ancient times are glorious and everyone is like a dragon really ruined?

Su Muzhe didn't know whether it was joy or sadness. He even stood there for two or three breaths before he calmed down his emotions, then pinched a silver needle from the jade bowl and pierced it into Chu Han's orifice.

However, Su Muzhe's statement made Chu Han fall into deep thought.

After more than a thousand years of practice, the books that Chu Han has browsed, including the fragments of the Three Ancient Times, are unknown. They are like the number of sands in the Ganges River. If you want to remember whether there is a inheritance called Fangcun Needle, even the mind of the old monster of the Nascent Soul was silent for a long time.

"You! So... What a cruel heart!"

Su Mu blocked the corner of his mouth and curled a meaningful smile.

"Oh? Looking at Elder Chu's reaction, did you remember it? No hurry, there are three needles. The square needle of the trapped spiritual platform that was popular in the Three Ancient Times will reappear. Speaking of which, Elder Chu, you and I have witnessed the backflow of the long river of time."

The inheritance that has been cut off for eternity and now appears in the Dharma-Ending Age, can be regarded as a backflow of the long river of time.

Su Muzhe's mood suddenly became lighter, but Chu Han's heart fell deeply into the abyss.

When his cultivation was weak, when he condensed the demonic Yuanying in the face of the Three Nine Heavenly Tribulation, Chu Han was never afraid of it when he was sealed by Amitabha Zen Buddhism.

The opponent who bullies his own body when he is weak has turned into a broken soul. The thunder thunder was raging in the past, and it has never taken away his life. The seal of the Buddhist venerable never made Chu Han worry. Such a seal seemed like a dripping stone of water. He would eventually break free. Even once he withstood this seal, the suppression of the devil cultivator by Buddhist supernatural powers will no longer exist on his body! This is fate!

But... what I endured at this moment was the point of being regarded as a forbidden technique in the Three Ancient Times!

Who created this secret method can no longer be verified.

However, in the Three Ancient Times, at a certain period, there was a group of terrifying existences. However, with the secret technique of the square needle, they controlled countless strong people, as if they were sweeping over the world of cultivation like locusts!

Rumor... In the end, there was an immortal-like existence, exterminated the inheritance of the Fangcun Needle.

Even though the years have changed, there are only various fragments of records about the Three Ancients in the Dharma-Ending Age, but the figure of the square needle in it has not been erased, but has left a thick and colorful stroke.

What kind of ancient Taoist inheritance has this evil disciple obtained?

He even has the secret method of the square needle!

This is a poisonous path, and it is also a ghost path!

Eighteen silver needles in the body are inserted into the pores. In just three breaths, the toxins on the silver needle will flow throughout the body along their qi and blood.

At that time, as the most important silver needle is inserted into the Baihui point, my spiritual sense will no longer be able to penetrate the Niwan Palace Spirit Platform!

People live, but they are no different from dead!

This is the way for those "locusts" with weak cultivation in the Three Ancient Times to control the powerful!

Even if I am an old monster of Nascent Soul, I will never be able to break free from this small silver needle after three thousand years.

The last silver needle pierced into Chu Han's orifice, and Su Muzhe breathed a long sigh of relief, and even had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Fortunately, I'm not disgraced."

Who ordered you!

If his eyes could kill people, Su Muzhe had already returned to the underworld at this moment.

After three breaths, the silver needles in Chuhan Baihui acupoint were still dark in color, and the other seventeen silver needles were all restored to their original silver-white bright colors.

Su Muzhe knew that this was Chu Han's body, and he had completely absorbed the toxins in the silver needle.

Chu Han's soul was trapped in the spiritual platform, but he never cut off the connection with his body. Every inch of flesh and blood around him seemed to be crawling over him.

First it was numb, then it was severe pain.

Even the powerful Yuanying master, the Xuanlong Peak inheritance, and the strong body can feel the pain.

Chu Han gritted his teeth. This pain was less painful than the thunder tribulation that year, and the pain he had suffered in the past....

Chu Han asked himself that he could withstand this pain.

Looking at Chu Han gritting his teeth and insisting, Su Muzha smiled again, as if he was like a demon walking out of the Nine Netherworlds.

The hands turned into afterimages. For a moment, except for the main needle in Chu Han’s Baihui acupoint, the other seventeen silver needles had changed their acupoints.

"This is the first time I have used the secret method of a square inch needle. The book says that if you place eighteen silver needles like this, the pain of being touched by the needle will be magnified many times! The inheritance is not detailed, I wonder if Elder Chu Han can sue me, how many times the pain in his soul... has been magnified?"

Su Muzhe's voice was still hoarse and calm, falling into Chu Han's ears, but it seemed like thunder. Even the eardrums were shaking the sound, and the pain that seemed to be about to break.

This is just talking, not to mention the pain in every inch of flesh and blood all over the body!

Even if Chu Han wanted to curse, he didn't have the strength to speak.

After more than ten breaths, when Chu Han rolled his eyes and was about to faint, Su Muzhe pulled out a silver needle.

The pain was no longer amplified. Perhaps because the toxins had completely blocked the Niwan Palace, the pain in the body gradually disappeared.

Chu Han was breathing heavily from the distance, his eyes were filled with anger, and he looked directly at Su Muzhe. After a long time, Chu Han still spoke tremblingly.

"After saying that, what do you want?"

Chu Han has already recognized the reality. Thousands of years have not passed in vain. The mind of the old Nascent Soul Monster is far beyond ordinary people. He has already understood that Su Muzhe has imprisoned himself without killing him, so he naturally wants to exploit the value of his existence.

But as long as you still have value, then... Su Muzhai will not choose to kill him here!

"Well, aren't you calling me a bad disciple?" Su Muzhe teased again. Seeing that the anger in Chu Han's eyes became even stronger, he stopped talking, and then talked about the main topic, "I have nothing here. I just heard that the Xuanlong Peak inheritance is quite insightful about physical practice, and I want to ask Elder Chu for advice."

"You! You... don't think about it!"

Where is the advice? Su Muzhe clearly wanted to obtain the inheritance of Xuanlong Peak's "Black Dragon Demon Sutra" from Chu Han!

Even though Chu Han has made up his mind to compromise with Su Muzhe, it does not mean that Chu Han can tell Su Muzhe about his peak inheritance!

Hearing Chu Han's refusal, even though he had already expected it, Su Muzhe's face was still a little ugly.

"Oh...you'd better scold me for being a villain!"

As he said that, Su Muzhe turned the silver needle on Chu Han’s body!
Chapter completed!