"Tsk, tsk." Yin Hu smiled strangely: "Then what?"

Qi Tan was terrified.

He is an alchemist.

He understands the importance of souls to people, and also knows some secrets from ancient times. What a coincidence, he also knows about the evil alchemist.

"Admiral Yin, I am a disciple of the Holy Alchemist. Although I am not outstanding and not reused in my sect, you also know that the Holy Alchemist..."

Qi Tan felt even more uneasy and fearful, so he had no choice but to bring out the great god, the Holy Alchemist, hoping to use the majesty of this great god to help him escape.

But soon, his eyes solidified!

A thought he had never had before, like an electric current, hit his whole body!

"It's so pitiful." Lin Fan sighed, this strange talk was really pitiful.

Until now, he still hasn’t figured out the situation, but who wants him to die, and he still wants to use the person who wants him to die as a last resort to save his life.

He could hardly stand it anymore. How could there be such idiots in this world?

"Go on, poor man, you are really as stupid as a pig. No, no, no, everyone in the world should be as stupid as a pig..." Yin Hu laughed wildly.

Qitan's whole body trembled, and then he felt cold to the bone.

He remembered many past events.

The Holy Alchemist recruits disciples widely, and there is no restriction on qualifications. The first batch of disciples recruited was three thousand.

The second batch is still 3,000.

…

Over the years, the number of disciples that the Holy Alchemist has had is incalculable.

But the whole world has not heard any message from these disciples.

It's like there is only one Suyang under the Holy Alchemist.

So, where did these disciples go?

"You understand? You finally understand?" Yin Hu blinked.

"Haha...hehe..." Qitan's expression at this time was too weird, it was a ferocious and hysterical expression of collapsed faith.

Roar, roar, scream, etc.

But it's all useless.

When Yin Hu squeezed the magic weapon and chanted strange spells, Qitan only felt dizzy.

His soul sea set off a vortex, and this vortex swept up all the soul power.

And the source of this vortex is the soul-swallowing stone!

Feeling that your soul power is being swallowed up little by little is a great fear.

But what happened was that no matter how hard he struggled, roared and roared, it was all in vain.

Only then did he realize that his end had been doomed from the very beginning when he so-called "borrowed" other people's souls.

If he beat Lin Fan, he might be able to live a little longer, but if he loses, his life will be very short.

He was dying, and only a trace of his soul remained.

At this moment, he heard the voice he once hated so much: "Do you want revenge?"

Then, he saw a figure appear in his soul sea.

This figure was clearly made up of the power of the soul, but the soul-swallowing stone could not do anything to him. Standing in the whirlwind that filled the sky, he was as steady as a mountain.

"Lin Fan." After saying these two words, Qi Tan felt that his soul was almost exhausted.

"I can't save you, but I can give you a chance. If you use it well, you can severely damage the holy alchemist you call him." Lin Fan spoke again, full of temptation.

This was the thought that suddenly occurred to him.

Just because he could vaguely guess the mood of the Holy Alchemist.

It is a kind of self-satisfaction, and it is a kind of arrogance in which everyone in the world is drunk and I am alone.

He must have felt that he was clearly an evil alchemist, but no one in the world knew about him. They even regarded him as an iconic figure in the alchemy world and gave him the title of holy alchemist.

The holy alchemist must be in high spirits.

So, how could Lin Fan make him so happy and happy?

"Okay, if I can take revenge on that bastard who deceived the world and stole his reputation, I can break my body into pieces." Qi Tan said.

Lin Fan smiled brightly. He took action, leaving behind the last trace of Qi Tan's spiritual consciousness. Then he refined the Soul-Destroying Pill into poisonous mist and sprinkled it evenly on the Soul-Swallowing Stone, blending into every bit of it swallowed by the Soul-Swallowing Stone.

In the power of the soul.

Then he disappeared, smiling.

"Click."

Qi Tan's body was shattered like this, as if his body had experienced tens of thousands of years in an instant and was weathered into ashes all over the ground.

"You are a waste. If you don't have the consciousness, you are a waste."

Yin Hu snorted coldly. He stepped forward and dug out the soul-eating stone from the ashes. Greed flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it with great perseverance.

The door opened, and a strong wind blew in. Many of the corpses among them were turned into powder, and were swept away by the strong wind, leaving nothing behind.

"Here comes someone." Yin Hu said calmly.

When Emperor Lin came, Yinhu placed the soul-swallowing stone in the hands of Emperor Lin: "Send it to the Holy Alchemist quickly. There is no room for loss. You must hand it over to him personally."

Emperor Lin said impatiently: "It's not the first time, don't worry."

Emperor Lin left instantly.

This is a vast mountain range.

Within a radius of 100,000 miles, everything is full of birds singing, flowers are fragrant, vegetation is everywhere, and elixirs are densely packed.

And the Holy Alchemist is right here.

This is his lair.

On the futon, the holy alchemist is sitting cross-legged. He has a white robe and white beard, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a rosy face. At first glance, he looks like an expert from this world.

However, when he opened his eyes, a trace of lunar calendar flashed in his eyes, which destroyed this feeling!

"Damn it! The mottled soul is indeed a big problem. I have been trapped in this bottleneck for too long. If I break through this bottleneck, I can really break through and become a true holy alchemist!"

He was roaring in a low voice, like a deep lion's roar.

His face was extremely gloomy.

The evil alchemy master cannot be seen in the light. Fortunately, he works secretly and has the support of the uncle's government secretly, so he has reached this point.

But he also discovered the limitations and shackles of this evil alchemist.

At the beginning, the breakthrough in the alchemy path was too fast. One year was equivalent to twenty years of hard work for an ordinary alchemy master. But the further you go, the more obvious the disadvantages become.

After all, these souls were not cultivated by himself. They were too mottled and contaminated with the breath of others, which restricted his progress.

This restriction is all-encompassing, whether it is on the path of elixir or on the path of cultivation.

The expression changes, and we must find a way to solve it. Being confined to this state for a long time, the uncle's house is already dissatisfied. If...

"Your Majesty."

When he was lost in thought, Dantong knocked on the door.

A sharp look suddenly appeared in his eyes, but it finally dissipated and he asked kindly: "What's the matter, boy?"

The boy outside the door said: "Admiral Yinhu's offering has arrived."

"Oh?" There was a glimmer of greed in the eyes of the Holy Alchemist, but he said: "Hey, that Yin Hu can be regarded as filial. After all these years, he still remembers the past favors."

Dantong was silent.

Over the years, he has conveyed the offerings to Admiral Yinhu countless times, and every time the Holy Alchemist's words are the same, he is used to it.
Chapter completed!