"Stubborn cultist, I gave you a chance, but you gave up on your own." The bald priest sneered.
The flesh and blood between his brows split, revealing a red crystal embedded in it, which emitted a red light that shone in all directions. The illusion condensed in the surrounding void instantly lost its color, fading away little by little, revealing its true appearance.
The gallows that imprisoned him also dissipated bit by bit like ashes.
Yuan Ming looked surprised, and a black sound wave shot out from the center of his eyebrows, covering the bald priest.
The bald priest raised his staff and waved it, and a stream of green light immediately spurted out and collided with the black sound waves. It defeated the black sound waves like a torrent and was reflected on Yuan Ming's body.
Yuan Ming suddenly felt stiff all over, and immediately realized that his legs had lost all feeling.
When he looked down, he realized that his legs were gray and white, and had solidified into stone. Under the spread of a layer of gray light, his thighs and waist were also turning to stone little by little.
Within a few breaths, his body from the neck down had turned into hard stone.
"Are you a soul cultivator at the peak of love witches? It's just that this stiff soul power doesn't seem to be something you cultivated yourself." Yuan Ming moved his neck, looked at the bald priest, and asked.
The latter was slightly startled when he heard this and frowned slightly. He did not expect that Yuan Ming could be so calm and composed in such a situation.
So, he stopped talking nonsense and walked to Yuan Ming. His eyes suddenly widened and his pupils suddenly turned dark, like two deep wells.
A thick black mist surged in the eyes of the bald priest. Two scales shone with metallic luster. A green-eyed black snake about a foot long came out of it. It held its head high and spit out the core, and suddenly drilled into Yuan Ming's eyes.
passed.
However, a black screen shadow flashed in front of Yuan Ming, and two green-eyed black snakes disappeared out of thin air.
The bald priest was startled, and two black snakes shot out from his eyes again, rushing toward Yuan Ming's body.
However, an old man in green robes appeared in front of Yuan Ming out of thin air. He stretched out his hands and grabbed two black snakes, but it was Tiangui Sanren.
Two three-eyed soul doves shot out from Tiangui Sanren's body, and their sharp claws grabbed two soul snakes on the left and right respectively.
The three-eyed soul dove let out a scream, pulled with its claws, and tore the two soul snakes into two pieces crazily and violently.
The bald priest let out a scream, his eyes suddenly shed tears of red blood, and his whole body became extremely weak.
Silver lightning flashed across Yuan Ming's body, all traces of petrification on his body shattered, and he regained his freedom.
He raised his hand to do something, but stopped and waved his sleeves.
A black screen appears, which is the picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night, with a white light emitting from the picture.
Yuan Ming's eyebrows also shot out a black ripple, which merged with the white light.
The bald priest's eyes were dazzled as he appeared in a white space, and his body was hung on the gallows again, but this time the chains were not attached to the body, but the lute bone was pierced directly.
"Tell me why you attacked me?" Yuan Ming came to the bald priest, lightly patted his sleeves, and asked.
"Another illusion? It's a pity that you are only a love witch. This level of illusion can't trap me at all!" The bald priest didn't care, and a pink halo appeared behind his head again.
A more violent divine soul power erupted than before, impacting hard on the white space.
However, there was a faint ripple in the white space, and then it became calm, with no sign of cracking.
"How is this possible!" The bald priest looked horrified.
The illusion space in front of him was unimaginably solid. He had already activated all his soul power, and the power that the master had left in his soul was still like a worm shaking a tree.
When Yuan Ming saw this scene, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
In the past three months, in addition to practicing the Demonic Elephant Prison-Suppressing Technique, he also studied the "Dreams of All Living Beings" runes in the Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk in his spare time, using them to improve the state of the Dream Butterfly Illusion Technique.
His Dream Butterfly illusion state has been stagnant for a long time. With the help of the Dream of All Beings rune, he finally reached the "Phantom" state, and he can slightly mobilize the illusion power of the "Dream of All Beings" rune to help, greatly increasing the power of the illusion.
I tried it today, and it really lived up to my expectations. Even the bald priest's soul power, which was approaching infinitely close to the sleeping witch, could not break through.
Yuan Ming waved his hand, and the iron hook that pierced the bald priest's chest was pulled to both sides. A heartbreaking pain hit him, and sweat suddenly broke out on the bald priest's forehead.
"Although these are illusions and your body has not been harmed, the pain is real. This is a trauma from your soul. It is even ten times more painful than real physical injuries."
Yuan Ming said calmly.
The bald priest clenched his teeth, the flesh and blood between his brows split, and the gem embedded in it lit up again.
Only this time, before it could fully bloom, a long black sword shot straight at him. It was the Soul-Destroying Sword, which went straight into the center of his eyebrows.
A cracking sound of "pop" sounded.
The gem between the brow of the bald priest was pierced by the Soul-Destroying Sword, and turned into crystal powder and exploded, causing blood to flow down his forehead.
The bald priest finally showed a look of horror on his face and made an undetectable movement of his fingers.
He wore a small golden ring on his right hand, which was very inconspicuous, and suddenly fell into pieces.
The golden staff suddenly lit up with dazzling light and exploded with a "bang" sound.
A golden light enveloped the body of the bald priest, forming a golden magic circle in an instant. The nearby void shook violently, and it turned out to be a teleportation magic circle.
"Want to escape?" Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows and shook his sleeves.
The small silver flag shot out, grew several times in size in the wind, and wrapped around the body of the bald priest.
The space talisman array in the silver flag was activated, the void nearby was distorted, and the operation of the golden array stagnated for a moment.
Silver light flashed in the palm of Yuan Ming's palm, and a silver thunder hammer appeared. It was the Thunder God Hammer, which shot out a thick thunderbolt and hit the golden magic circle hard.
There was a loud "boom" and one corner of the golden circle was shattered!
A series of changes were like lightning. Before the bald priest could react, the golden magic circle had completely stopped functioning.
"You are not Yuan Ming! Yuan Ming is just a monk who has not yet formed an elixir. He cannot have such magical powers! Who are you?" The bald priest was stunned and yelled at the top of his lungs.
Yuan Ming didn't answer, just pointed a few fingers.
Another thick chain appeared out of thin air and penetrated the bald priest's chest. The bald priest screamed again.
He used his soul-searching power and raised his hand to make a false grab. A black energy enveloped the bald priest and penetrated towards his soul. The bald priest's eyes suddenly became chaotic.
The soul of the bald priest turned out to be pink in color, and it was so tough that the soul-searching magical power could not penetrate it.
Yuan Ming frowned and put away his soul-searching powers.
"If you dare to kill me, the Wuyue Sect will not let you go." The bald priest's eyes regained clarity, and he roared with a fierce expression.
"If I were afraid of the Wuyue Sect, I wouldn't be here today. If you want to survive, tell me everything here!" Yuan Ming said with a cold smile.
The bald priest had some panic on his face, rolled his eyes a few times, and said nothing.
"It seems that you are planning to try other methods. In that case, I'll let you have a taste." Yuan Ming's expression darkened.
Before he could make any move, the gallows instantly grew larger, and the tearing force of the claws doubled. The bald priest felt that his sternum was about to be torn off, and he whimpered and growled in unbearable pain.
This was not over yet. Countless sharp blades appeared around the bald priest, piercing into his body one after another.
The bald priest's body was quickly turned into a hornet's nest, and his whole body was twisted like a spasm.
"You can't lie to me...I'll die if I tell you...I'll die if I don't tell you. I will never betray the Wuyue Sect..." the bald priest said tremblingly.
"It seems that your bones are harder than I thought. That's all, let me be a little more serious. Since you are a member of the Wuyue Sect, you must have heard of the secret method of forcing confessions in the Wuyue Sect, 'The Technique of Ten Thousand Thousand Threads to Extract Souls'
, it can turn a person's soul into threads, pull it out one by one, and pull it out ten thousand times before the other person's soul will fly away and be unable to reincarnate again. I haven't used this secret method since I got it, and I will use you today
Come and practice your skills." Yuan Ming stopped the illusion torture and said expressionlessly.
"Ten Thousand Thousand Soul Extraction Techniques!" The bald priest's expression changed drastically, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he was extremely afraid of this secret technique.
Yuan Ming saw the bald priest's expression in his eyes and smiled secretly.
The jade tablet of Lord Liuyu did record this secret technique, but the Wansi Soul Drawing Technique requires a lot of practice to master. He was too busy during this period and only knew a little bit about it. He didn't have time to practice it, so he could only bluff
One person.
He muttered something, and a layer of red light appeared on his right palm, which then gradually turned into red filaments.
"I'll give you another chance. Tell me everything, and I can spare your life! Otherwise, go and taste the feeling of death." Yuan Ming said.
The bald priest looked miserable, but after moving his lips a few times, he still didn't show any sign of speaking.
"It seems that you have made a choice. You have chosen to die in pain instead of having a good chance of survival. I will help you!" Yuan Ming snorted coldly, and countless red threads shot out and sank into the head of the bald priest.
The bald priest felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing the depths of his soul at the same time, splitting his soul into countless pieces. He screamed miserably, and the muscles on his face were twisted and deformed.
"Are you crying for your father and mother? I have just started. When I actually extract your soul thread, the pain will be dozens of times more than it is now!" Yuan Ming sneered, and a red thread wrapped around the soul of the bald priest.
"Dozens of times!" The bald priest's head buzzed.
The current pain was already unbearable for him. If it were dozens of times stronger, he doubted that he would be driven to pieces in pain.
Seeing the magic formula in Yuan Ming's hand change and he began to use the Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Soul Extraction Technique, the bald priest finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and hurriedly said: "No, I said, I said..."
Seeing that his psychological defense was broken, the red filaments flew out, but did not close them up. They were still suspended above the bald priest's head, ready to fall at any time.
"Tell me the truth, who are you? Why are you targeting the Ming Yue Sect?" Yuan Ming asked calmly, feeling relieved in his heart.
Executing the Ten Thousand Silk Soul Extraction Technique to this point is already his limit. If he continues for a few more breaths, he may be seen through.