Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2567 Hall of All Souls! (3 more)
Inside a secret room.

"Clap!"

A few crisp slaps sounded, and Sherlock woke up from the coma. His fat face was completely swollen into a pig's head, and he was almost numb.

He looked at the person in front of him in horror, fortunately, it wasn't the boy in white who beat him up.

"You... who the hell are you guys!"

Sherlock stared at Ling Feng in horror, this time he was completely defeated.

"Who is the prisoner now, you seem to have not understood the situation yet."

Ling Feng raised his hand and patted Sherlock's fat face, and said with a smile, "Why, do you want me to call that old man over to give you a good beating again?"

"No, no, no, no."

Shylock trembled all over, "I said, big brother, big man, big hero, you beat me up, and now the family property has been taken back by Vidoin, so you just let me go as a fart? For so many years, Apart from usurping Victorin's family property, I really didn't do anything bad! You see, they have such a big family and so many people, but I didn't kill any of them, I'm a good person!"

"You are as shameless as you are, and you are really on par with that cheap ass!"

Ling Feng sneered, and the dissatisfied roar of the donkey suddenly came from his mind: "Fart, even this fat man deserves to be compared with this beast!"

"enough."

Ling Feng interrupted Sherlock's begging for mercy, and said slowly: "I just want to ask you a few questions, if you answer honestly, I may consider to spare your life."

"I answer, I answer everything!"

When Sherlock heard that there was still a chance of survival, he hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"How did you get here with your cultivation?"

Ling Feng stared at Sherlock, "Obviously he has the power of a saint, but he doesn't have the aura to survive the nine-turn disaster."

"Who, who said that I didn't succeed in crossing the tribulation, I... I am a real saint!"

"Hmph, the realm is vain, and the power of qi and blood is weak. In your state, it is impossible to successfully overcome the catastrophe!" Ling Feng's eyes turned cold, and he stared at Sherlock, "Aren't you telling the truth? It seems that you don't want to alive."

"Think about it, I want to live, I want to live!"

Shylock was swept away by Ling Feng's cold gaze, and the three souls were scared away, and he said quickly: "Actually, there is a place where they say that as long as you use enough Yuanjing, you can exchange for the power of the saint. become a hypocrite."

"False saints?"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, "How to say?"

"The so-called false saints, as the name suggests, are false saints, but they can also be regarded as saints, because they do have the power of saints. But once you choose to use this method, you will lose the opportunity to continue to practice and break through, unless Once again, at a greater price, in exchange for more power of the saint."

After a pause, Sherlock continued: "I know that with my aptitude, it is impossible to break through to the holy level in this life, so I chose to go to that place in exchange for the power of the saint, and became a false saint. Although He is a false saint, but he still has the power of a saint, so he can be regarded as a saint-level powerhouse."

A trace of disdain flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, "For a saint like you, if you meet a stronger semi-saint, you are no match. What's the point?"

"Of course it makes sense. The weakest holy level is also a holy level, and once it succeeds, it will increase your lifespan by 1000 years!"

Sherlock clenched his fists and said, "Instead of watching myself exhausted and unable to break through to the holy level, it's better to exchange the Yuanjing for the power of the saint, even if it's just to live for another 1000 years, it's not a loss!"

"It's ridiculous!"

Ling Feng shook his head. In order to obtain this false realm of cultivation, he completely gave up his potential to continue to break through.

Only a fool would choose that.

"You geniuses, naturally you don't understand the pain of us warriors with ordinary qualifications!"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and said: "There are more than billions of warriors in this world? How many of them can really step into the holy level? And I can become a holy level powerhouse just by paying some Yuanjing, even if It’s just a hypocrite, so what? Moreover, as long as I have enough wealth, I can continue to obtain more powers of saints. Isn’t it easier to practice than to endure the baptism of the nine-turn calamity again and again? what?"

Ling Feng was silent. The so-called summer insects are indescribable. Sherlock's thoughts may be a little paranoid, but he is different from him, and he cannot think about these issues from his perspective.

If there really is such a way to obtain the power of a saint, how others choose is also their business.

However, Ling Feng faintly sensed that there might be another conspiracy.

"Artificial false saints? How much crystal does it cost?"

Ling Feng glanced at Sherlock and continued to ask questions.

"If you can pass the holy level like me, you need 1 million crystals."

"One hundred million..."

The corner of Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly, this Sherlock is really a fool with a lot of money!
In the entire Southern Wuyu Territory, there are probably not a small number of warriors who have such needs.

This is indeed a means of making money quickly!
"What exactly is the place you mentioned?"

"I really don't know that."

Sherlock shook his head, "I only know that that place seems to be called the Hall of All Souls. I thought I was standing in front of a huge stone sculpture, and then lost consciousness. When I woke up, I had been I was sent out of that place, and I also got the power of a saint in my body, so I became a false saint. After that, I never touched the Hall of All Souls. After all, the wealth accumulated in the past few decades was basically spent empty."

"Hall of Souls... look into my eyes."

In Ling Feng's eyes, yin and yang fish floated, the eyes of the emperor opened, and the memory was read.

That Sherlock stared into Ling Feng's eyes, lost his mind for a moment, and then fell into a daze.

From his memory, Ling Feng searched for information about the Hall of All Souls, but Sherlock did not lie.

Regarding the Hall of All Souls, it is indeed very mysterious, and he has not even met anyone in the Hall of All Souls. All the disciples are wearing the same ghost mask, and there is no language communication.

"It's really a mysterious place, but the more mysterious it is, the more interested I am in finding out. But... that's all."

Ling Feng shook his head and muttered to himself: "If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely meet this Hall of All Souls, but before that..."

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes. His purpose of coming to the Southern Wuyu Region was firstly to recapture the Desolation Book of Gods that had been taken away by the Witch God Cult.

As for other things, put them aside for now.

As for what the Hall of All Souls is plotting, the current him has no time to be distracted.

"boom!"

Raising his palm, Ling Feng directly destroyed Sherlock's dantian. Sherlock was in pain, growled, and woke up suddenly, "You... what did you do?"

"I'll keep my promise, I won't kill you, but I'll abolish your dantian. As for you, of course I'll hand it over to Lao Wei!"

Ling Feng shrugged, he already got all the information he wanted to know, this fat man is useless.

(End of this chapter)