Han Ming's face was not bad at all, but he suddenly lowered his posture, from cold and strong to low and small, which made people feel heartbroken.
Under the mask of Cang Tiehan Jia, Ning Zhuo was in the ancient well without waves.
He took out Han Ming's magic weapon, Soul-Snatching Shuttle: "I heard that the skills of your Soul-Devouring Sect can directly increase the soul's foundation by devouring souls."
"If you reverse the martial arts, you can purify your soul elite through magic tools and instill them into others. Although this move has suffered a great loss, it has no negative impact."
"By this ability, your sect can use its predecessors who are about to live, and can add a strong foundation to the younger cultivators in an instant. This is also one of the main reasons why the Soul-Devouring Sect has become the Demonic Sect."
"Han Ming, I want to ask you to help me practice."
The Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill is a pill. It is better for the soul to enter the palace than to bring it in.
Even if you take it before entering the uterus, it will not last long.
Ning Zhuo prefers to be in one step, so why not directly increase his soul foundation?
When he saw the information about Fenghun Blood Fragrance Pills and after seeing Han Ming, he decided to capture Han Ming alive.
Hearing the words of the drooping guest, Han Ming widened his eyes and instantly felt cold: "I understand, I am your real prey!"
"What's the point of attacking Ziyang Villa is just a cover!"
"This is a game, a sinister trap!"
Han Ming screamed, struggling hard, driving the heavy chains on his body.
The other end of the chain is firmly fixed on the wall of the cell, and it collides with the wall, making a clanging sound.
Ning Zhuo looked at her quietly, waiting until Han Ming calmed down, and then said, "You are so excited that this is not good for you."
Hearing this, Han Ming had just calmed down and was furious again and cursed continuously.
Ning Zhuo listened quietly, and waited again until Han Ming cursed until hissing, and stopped himself.
"Do you want to drink water?"
Ning Zhu's fingers moved slightly, and a mana-condensed lifting line extended from his fingertips. Under the lifting line, a puppet man carried a water cup and climbed all the way from Han Ming's instep, his calves, thighs, and abdomen. Then he stood on his chest, raised the water cup and handed it to Han Ming's mouth.
Han Ming's aura began to become heavy again.
But her struggle and scolding just now took a lot of effort. She stared at Ning Zhuo tightly, and finally lowered her eyebrows and looked at the water cup.
The next moment, she lowered her head and drank water.
It's indeed thirsty.
The most important thing is that she has become a prisoner. If the slut wants to harm her, there are various ways, so there is no need to turn around and poison it in the water.
After drinking the water, Han Ming calmed down a little.
"There is one thing that I can't understand!" Han Ming raised his head, frowned, and stared at the face of the bowed lord, "Sun Lingtong is a disciple of the dignified Bukong Sect. Why did he join forces with you? What's your relationship?"
Ning Zhuo smiled faintly: "Since more than ten years ago, I have acquired information from him."
"I watched him work little by little, and finally took charge of the black market in Huoshixian City and gained a foothold in this fairy city."
“Our interests are very strong.”
Han Ming snorted coldly: "That's all?"
"That's all, let him and I join forces to frame me and risk offending the Soul-Devouring Sect?"
"If any accident occurs, let me escape. His foundation in Huoshixian City and you will be done!"
"We are not the right people who play the rules."
Ning Zhuo smiled faintly again: "Then have you escaped? Have you spread news to the outside world?"
Han Ming:...
Ning Zhuo continued: "Attacking Ziyang Villa is not all a pretext. At least, we did get a lot of elixirs."
When Han Ming mentioned this, he became excited again.
"You two damn guys, damn guys! My master will definitely avenge me, tear you all the old and the young, crush your souls, and fall into endless pain!"
Ning Zhuo waved his hand: "Calm down, calm down, okay?"
"Being angry is not good for the health."
"Didn't you just promised me that you can do anything. Then come and help me practice."
"Hahaha, hahaha." Han Ming raised his head, let out a harsh laugh, and even burst into tears.
"Ph." She suddenly stopped laughing, spitting out, and said with great hatred, "You dream!"
The spit flew into the air, blocked by Ning Zhuo's magic power, and landed weakly on the ground.
Han Ming's voice was cold and cold: "I have practiced hard and accumulated so many years to achieve the foundation and foundation of today. You have let me destroy my soul and help you practice? Hahaha, you are so ugly and you think so beautifully!"
"Thank you hard to accumulate?" Ning Zhuo asked in confusion, "The Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Art of your Soul-Devouring Sect can devour others' souls and encourage your own foundation. It is obviously a ruthless plunder, how could it be hard to accumulate?"
This is the biggest difference between the devil and the righteous path.
The cultivation resources of the righteous monks are basically thunder, rain, dew, flowers, birds, insects, and fish.
The cultivation resources of the demon monks are the other monks themselves, such as blood, soul, body, etc.
Han Ming refuted: "You layman, you only know one thing but not the other!"
"Do you think the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Art is so easy to practice? It can devour his soul and transform it into its own foundation?"
"Hmph! If I were so easy to practice, then my Soul-Devouring Sect would not be just one of the major sects of the Demon Sect, and would have been unified in the Demonic Way long ago!"
"50%, at most 50%!"
"The closer the swallowed soul is to its original body, the smaller the difference, the higher the harvest."
“It cannot be used frequently.”
"It's like eating something, eating too much will make you thrive."
"We also need a lot of time and a lot of auxiliary resources to help our souls digest."
"If the digestion is not thorough and the soul is deformed, it will bring huge sequelae."
"Of course, there are also people in my Soul-Devouring Sect who are eager for quick success and instant benefits. They crazily devour their souls, and their strength will improve by leaps and bounds in a short period of time. But if they do so, there will definitely be no future."
Han Ming is not short-sighted. She has inferior talented Yin corpse energy. With this alone, she has surpassed most monks.
Han Ming has always paid great attention to digestion and keeping his soul pure.
She pays great attention to her future.
It is precisely because of this that she is extremely resistant and does not want to cooperate at all. She asked her to take the initiative to give up the foundation she had accumulated for decades to others?
It's simply impossible.
Especially this person is still her enemy!
"Don't want me to cooperate with you! Kill me, that's all!" Han Ming was also very cunning.
She could see that Ning Zhuo had something to ask for and was confident. She said this on purpose, trying to gain some initiative.
Ning Zhuo sighed quietly: "I advise you with kind words, just hope you can cooperate well."
"If you cooperate well, I can promise you that after a while, I will let you go."
Chapter completed!