Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 50 Gorefiend

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Just now he was about to draw his true energy to summon the magical weapon, but the dagger pierced his palm just as soon as he moved. He also found that the true energy in his body was imprisoned, so he immediately faltered.

"What do you do here?" Shen Zhiyu continued to ask.

Of course she would not let him have a chance to resist, she had fed him Ruanling powder long ago, and also applied some medicine on the dagger, it was not poison, but it would amplify the pain more than ten times, so as a monk, Zhao Cheng That's why it hurts like this.

Zhao Cheng was sweating profusely from the pain, lying on the ground panting, seeing that the masked man was about to make another move, he quickly replied: "I came out to destroy the waste cauldron."

Fearing that the people in front of him would not know what a waste tripod was, he quickly explained it again.

"Abandoned cauldrons are discarded furnace cauldrons. At that time, they will become useless people. They will be destroyed when they are useless. I specialize in disposing of abandoned cauldrons."

Like a blunt or broken weapon, should it be destroyed because it is no longer useful?
Shen Zhiyu was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Is there a fixed processing site and processing time limit?"

"No, no! We dispose of the scrap cauldron at will!" Zhao Cheng shook his head hastily.

He answered quickly, but his eyeballs kept spinning.

Not honest!

Shen Zhiyu sneered, stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the dagger, and twisted it hard under Zhao Cheng's terrified eyes, blood overflowing, "I want to listen to the truth."

Zhao Cheng opened his mouth wide and was about to let out a shrill cry. Shen Zhiyu blocked his cry with a silence spell, "Don't worry about it, I've set up a concealment formation around me to isolate the voice and consciousness. No matter how loud you shout Useless."

The intense pain made Zhao Cheng's body twitch. Because his mouth was sealed and he couldn't scream out, he couldn't express his pain, so a muffled "ho ho" sound came out of his throat.

"One last warning, next time I will cripple you..." Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhiyu pulled out the dagger and threw it casually. The blade of the dagger fell right between his legs, and he could feel it. The skin of the thigh was cut, and a trace of warm blood flowed out.

Zhao Cheng trembled suddenly, his eyes full of fear.

After Zhao Cheng nodded desperately, and after Shen Zhiyu undid the curse, he panted heavily and said in a trembling voice: "There...there is...a special treatment venue and...a processing time, but we have always...have a practice, even if It doesn't matter if you arrive one hour and a half late with the waste cauldron."

It means that there will be no problems for the time being, Shen Zhiyu nodded, and said lightly: "Tell me about the situation of the Nether Craftsman."

Zhao Cheng was shocked in his heart. This person actually knew Nether Craftsman. He obviously knew something about them. The questions he asked just now must have been to test him, but he didn't answer truthfully, that's why he suffered so much!

Zhao Cheng, who thought he had figured it out, immediately became honest, and talked about what he knew in detail.

That Heifang City was originally a small free trading place, because it is adjacent to this resource-rich mountain forest, there are many monks coming and going, so a couple from a small town outside came in and built many courtyards and opened an inn. Do business with monks.

Everything was fine at first, but after Nether Craftsman came here three years ago, everything changed.

The monks in the free trading place are all low-level qi-training monks, and they are not the opponents of the Nether Craftsman at all, so they are quickly controlled by the Nether Craftsman. There are people from Fangshi.

And Nether Craftsman controlled Heifang City, and he controlled every person who came here. Later, even the small town outside was controlled by nearly half of the people, but all of this was done in secret. Nothing has changed.

Hearing this, Shen Zhiyu interrupted his narration and asked, "What does he use to control you?"

This is still Qinghuang Mansion, which belongs to the blind management of Xuanji Sword Sect. There will definitely be a foreign affairs hall set up by the sect. If those monks are not controlled by any special means, they will definitely ask for help.

But now the Foreign Affairs Hall obviously didn't respond in the slightest. It should be that the Nether Craftsman never leaked the news.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, there is something wrong with the monks on duty in the foreign affairs hall in the small town.

Hearing Shen Zhiyu's question, Zhao Cheng panicked for a moment, but soon calmed down again, and said honestly, "I can't say this, we are all under the ban, as long as the relevant words are mentioned, we will The blood will flow backwards and die." At this point, he glanced at her quietly and assured him: "But don't worry, it will definitely not be discovered in a short time."

Shen Zhiyu took a deep look at him, unable to deny, "Continue."

Zhao Cheng nodded, "After Nether Craftsman killed a group of monks who resisted him, the previous couple who opened the inn voluntarily surrendered and helped him capture many female cultivators as furnaces, harvesting yin and nourishing yang to help him cultivate. "

"Because many female cultivators don't have a good furnace physique, he will feed those female cultivators something called Hehuan Wan, and their bodies will be transformed into a kind of medicine. At this time, they will double cultivate with them. It can absorb the true energy and vitality of the female cultivator to the greatest extent."

"However, every female cultivator who is harvested will become a waste cauldron. Not only will she lose her cultivation, but she will also die from exhaustion of vitality after a short period of time... The Nether Craftsman will ask his subordinates to dispose of all the waste cauldrons. "

"What's the matter with the mother-child soul-stealing pearl?" Shen Zhiyu asked.

"Mother-Child Soul Absorbing Bead is a magic weapon bestowed by Nether Craftsman. It is extremely powerful and can only be used once. But this magic weapon is very evil. Not only does it distinguish between enemy and friend, but it also sucks the user into a mummified corpse." What Zhao Cheng explained was roughly the same as what she had seen before.

"What about the other instruments?" Shen Zhiyu asked what he cared about the most.

Zhao Cheng looked blank, "What other magic weapon?"

"Aren't there any other evil artifacts?" Shen Zhiyu asked with a frown.

"No more, the magic weapon bestowed by Nether Craftsman is the Mother-Child Soul Absorbing Bead." Zhao Cheng looked at her with a little trepidation.

Shen Zhiyu was suddenly puzzled, looked at Zhao Cheng, and asked him gloomily, "You lied to me?"

Zhao Cheng shook his head frantically, not even daring to say.

According to what Zhao Cheng said, Shen Zhiyu probably figured out something. The couple who opened the inn were most likely the Zheng Kun couple they met yesterday, that is, Zheng Ting's parents.

She looked at Zhao Cheng, "Do you know the origin of Nether Craftsman?"

"No... I don't know," Shen Zhiyu narrowed his eyes, Zhao Cheng instinctively sensed the danger, he felt a chill in his body, and tried to think back, "Wait... wait, I'll think about it..."

"... That's right! I remembered, I was with another person who dealt with the waste cauldron... when I was doing the task, I saw a sign with the words "Blood Demon Sect" engraved in the hand of the waste cauldron!" After brainstorming, Zhao Cheng recalled some scattered clues under the growing sense of oppression.

Blood Demon Sect?Why do you sound familiar?

Shen Zhiyu thought carefully.

(End of this chapter)