When it comes to this storage ring, it has to be said that this thing is more mentally consuming than it is in the inner world, and ordinary terrestrial cultivators can't afford it.

At this moment, the old man looked at the dark little fruit on Ye Wutian's hand and his face became extremely ugly.

"How is it? Do you want to taste it?" Ye Wutian put the Soul-Splitting Demon Fruit in front of the old man and asked with a smile.

The old man snorted coldly and left his head away.

"I advise you to confess as soon as possible, otherwise you will suffer a loss after enjoying the pain of the soul-shattering pain." Ye Wutian reminded.

The old man ignored it.

Ye Wutian took out a handful of Soul-Splitting Demon Fruits and took them to the old man. He smiled evilly: "Did you see, I have so many here? Although this thing is quite rare, I don't mind giving you all filial piety and asking you to make up for it."

The old man's face was ashamed, but he still gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth.

Ye Wutian shrugged and said, "It seems that I have to taste one for you first." As he said that, he took out a Soul-Splitting Demon Fruit, forced it into the old man's mouth, forced him to swallow it, and patted his old face and smiled, "You just enjoy it slowly."

The effect of the Soul-Splitting Demon Fruit quickly broke out, and the old man made a miserable wail. Due to the inconsistency between his hands, he could only keep tossing and turning.

Seeing the old man in such a painful appearance, Cheng Bing worriedly: "Will he be hurt to death?"

"Don't worry, if he can't die, he will only live worse than death." Ye Wutian said.

After waiting for a while, the old man finally compromised. He gasped and begged, "I can't stand it anymore. I said, I said everything, please let me die happily."

Ye Wutian is quite confident about the effect of the Soul-Splitting Mysterious Fruit. When he was imprisoned by the poisonous dragon, he took several. If he had not been supported by strong mental power, he would not have been able to persist. After all, the human soul is very fragile, and the will comes from the soul. Once the soul is impacted, the foundation of the will will become unstable, so why not be strong?

Hearing the old man's begging for mercy, Ye Wutian smiled and said, "This kind of pain cannot be stopped. I have warned you a long time ago. You are constantly persuading me, and now you can only wait for the effect of the medicine to retreat."

The old man kept screaming, because the effect of the Soul-Splitting Demon Fruit would last for at least half a day, Ye Wutian simply sat down and started practicing.

Half a day passed quickly, but for the old man, it was extremely long. At this time, he had stopped shouting and collapsed on the ground powerlessly, looking dying.

Ye Wutian stood up, walked up to him, and asked, "You have tried this pain, so should you honestly explain it now?"

The old man nodded slightly.

"Okay, let me ask, you answer, first of all, what is the relationship between your assassination group and Yamaguchi group?" Ye Wutian asked.

"I don't know, I just have some contact with them occasionally, and these are all organizational arrangements." The old man replied with difficulty.

"Then your relationship with the Wan family?" Ye Wutian asked again.

"The Wan family surrendered to the organization more than ten years ago, and it was just a chess piece of the organization." The old man replied.

"So who were the ones who killed my Yang family in the first place?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I was just an ordinary killer back then and I didn't know the specific situation."

Ye Wutian looked at Cheng Bing and asked her to verify what the old man said, and Cheng Bing nodded in response.

Ye Wutian turned around and continued to ask: "Who is the deacon who usually gives you tasks?"

"He is a deacon in the Killer Hall who is specialized in charge of China's affairs." The old man replied.

"So, he is not a deacon in the Deacon Hall?" Ye Wutian asked.

The old man nodded slightly, "The deacons in the Deacon Hall are all powerful people in the Heavenly Realm. It is inconvenient to move outside the world, so the Killer Hall specially set up a deacon with complete cultivation in the Earth Realm."

"Where is the headquarters of your Killer Hall?" For Ye Wutian, this is the most critical issue. Because he knew that the leader of the assassination group was not at a high level and the information he knew was very limited, he had to find the master of the Killer Hall to find out more valuable information.

"The headquarters of Killer Hall is located in Japan. I don't know where it is. I have never been there before." The old man replied obediently.

"Japan? Could it be that the Yamaguchi Group is the headquarters of the Killer Hall?" Ye Wutian said suspiciously.

"I don't know either." The old man shook his head and said he didn't know.

Ye Wutian thought for a while and asked again: "What is the cultivation level of the master of your Killer Hall?"

"I don't know that all tasks are conveyed by deacons, including the distribution of brain-corrosion heart pills."

"It seems that you are just an empty shell puppet." Ye Wutian sighed with regret and asked again: "Is there any other assassination team in the entire Chinese region like your group?"

"have no idea."

"I really don't know anything about it." Ye Wutian had a headache.

At this time, Cheng Bing walked up and asked, "You should have a way to contact the deacon of the Killer Hall, right?"

The old man still shook his head, "He has always come to contact me on his own initiative, but I can't contact him."

"Then when will he come over?" Cheng Bing asked again.

"He has been here once not long ago, and he probably won't come again in the near future." The old man replied.

"What was he coming here last time?" Ye Wutian asked.

"This..." the old man seemed a little hesitant.

"It seems that you haven't tasted enough of the soul-breaking pain, so I don't mind wasting another soul-breaking fruit on you." Ye Wutian threatened.

When the old man heard this, he quickly confessed, "Yes, it's because of the martial arts conference."

"Warrior Conference?" Ye Wutian suddenly remembered the incident of the mountain pass group sneak attacking the venue at the last martial arts conference, so he hurriedly asked again: "Is it possible that your organization has taken action for this martial arts conference?"

"We only received one meeting place, and the specific actions are not clear." The old man replied.

"Where is the gathering place?" Ye Wutian asked casually.

“In the valley two miles north of the venue.”

"What else do you know? Tell it all." Ye Wutian said again.

The old man shook his head repeatedly, "That's all I know. Please kill me quickly."

Ye Wutian looked at Cheng Bing and saw that Cheng Bing had nothing to ask, so he shook his hand and threw out a needle of air and stabbed it directly into the old man's head. The old man groaned and died completely.

After shooting the old man, Ye Wutian turned around and said to Cheng Bing: "It seems that he can only go to the martial arts conference to find clues next."

"I'll go there with you then." Cheng Bing said.

Ye Wutian thought for a while, nodded and agreed, and said, "Let's go back now."

So the two left the valley.

After returning to Jiangling, Ye Wutian was not idle. The next day he set off to Shaolin Temple. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, before leaving, he specially asked Ning Yin to help Yi Lerong.

Shaolin Temple is still as lively as usual. Originally, Ye Wutian thought he would have to break into the Eighteen Bronze Formation this time, but fortunately, he encountered Jingkong who came back from doing business outside in the outer hall.

Ye Wutian worked a lot to prove his identity to Jingkong. After learning about Ye Wutian's identity, Jingkong was inevitably a little surprised, but he still led Ye Wutian into the inner hall and found Abbot Kongji.

Kong Ji was not too surprised to learn that the other party was Ye Wutian, but asked with a smile: "Donor Ye, I heard from the monk who passed away the sufferings that he had guided you to the inner world. I believe you should have gained a lot in the past few years, right?"

Ye Wutian sighed and said, "It can only be said that there are gains and losses."

"Amitabha! Victory and defeat are not for a moment, gains and losses are not for a matter. Please let Donor Ye take a look at it." Kong Ji persuaded.

"Thank you for your teachings," Ye Wutian replied.

"Today, donor Ye came to our temple. He should be trying to meet the monk who died in the sufferings?" Kong Ji asked again.

"There is indeed something important to ask the abbot and the monk to discuss." Ye Wutian nodded and said.

"Then come with me." Kong Ji stood up and took Ye Wutian away from the hall and walked towards the back mountain.

On the way, Ye Wutian asked Kong Ji casually: "Abbot, no major incident has happened in the martial arts world in the past few years, right?"

"Nothing except for the Wan family secretly attracting some small and medium-sized forces, nothing happened." Kong Ji replied.

"I heard that the martial arts leader selected from this martial arts conference will lead the Chinese martial arts world to fight against the Japanese ninja world. If the temple wins the position of the alliance leader, is it that the abbot really going to lead the martial arts heroes to kill the Japanese devils?" Ye Wutian asked with a smile.

"Amitabha, monks do not kill. Even if they are angry at the enemy country during national crisis, and fight against bandits during civil strife, they are all hindered by ignorance and not what the Buddhist children should do. This temple has never advocated starting a war with the Japanese Ninja Realm. If this temple can win the position of leader at this martial arts conference, it will negotiate with the Japanese Ninja Realm on behalf of the Chinese martial arts world, and hopes to quell the killing." Kong Ji said.

"Does the abbot want to talk about compassion to those Japanese devils who are pretending to be shit in their minds?" Ye Wutian asked.

"As a monk, you should be compassionate, look at grievances and repent on your behalf. I hope to eliminate his anger so that there will be no harm." Kong Ji replied.

"As the saying goes, "Ma Shan is ridden by others, and good is deceived by others. If our entire Chinese martial arts world is as compassionate as you Shaolin, then wouldn't the Japanese devils ride on our heads?" Ye Wutian said.

"Buddhism praises it to repay grievances with righteousness and virtue with virtue." Kong Ji said.

Hearing that Kong Ji opened his mouth and kept silent were all these profound truths. Ye Wutian had a headache and had to wave his hand and said, "Oh, that's all, you monks are just staying in the temple and reciting your scriptures and refining your relics. These murders and setting fires are done by us ordinary people, and we bear all the sins. Anyway, we do not refining relics or sitting in Nirvana."

"Amitabha." Kong Ji did not argue with Ye Wutian anymore, because the two of them had already arrived in front of the cave of the monk who passed the sufferings.

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