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Chapter 116 Disposal of turbid cultivators (first update)
Being also evaluated as "not strong" by Lao Hei, Feng Shixin's anger dissipated instantly.

Quickly recalling the battle with Yang Zhigang this time in his mind, he couldn't help but start to reflect that he did have a lot of problems.

He doesn't have enough control over his current cultivation.

The process of releasing the power of the heart is not smooth enough.

The moment he took the initiative to attack, he still didn't have enough confidence in his fist.

Especially in the first punch, which obviously achieved excellent results, but because Yang Zhigang deliberately concealed his injuries, he almost had great self-doubt about his own strength.

If Lao Hei hadn't warned in time, Yang Zhigang would have seized the opportunity to fight back.

Today's accident, the final result will be completely different.

Lao Hei didn't bother about whether Feng Shixin was strong or not, he continued to press Yang Zhigang.

"Last question, where is the stronghold of your turbid cultivators?"

This question obviously hits the nail on the head. From Yang Zhigang's pupils shrinking in an instant and his whole body becoming tense, it is not difficult to see that this is a very critical and important question.

Yang Zhigang lowered his head, as if struggling in his heart.

Seeing this, Lao Hei smiled and said, "You don't have to struggle anymore. If your minds are strong enough, you will not accept the erosion of filth, and you will not use filth to cultivate. Put away your clumsy performances and answer my questions. Otherwise, I would kill someone."

Feng Shixin can also see that Yang Zhigang is essentially a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

This is not difficult to understand, as Lao Hei said, if Yang Zhigang was not afraid of death, he would not have chosen to become a turbid cultivator.

Sure enough, Yang Zhigang didn't insist, and said directly: "I don't know where the headquarters of Huaicheng is. I only know that every time I need to deliver news and exchange some resources, I go to the North Wharf."

Old Hei was a little puzzled when he heard this: "North Wharf?"

Feng Shixin said: "The North Wharf was the former river wharf in Huaicheng. It used to be very prosperous. Later, the river transportation gradually declined, and it was abandoned there. There are many abandoned wharves and some abandoned boats. I used to talk to Friends went there to play."

Old Hei nodded and said, "Okay, I see."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Zhigang felt dazed for a while, and then he realized that Lao Hei and Feng Shixin hadn't touched him at all, and all the life-threatening interrogation just now was just an illusion that Lao Hei had created in his mind.

When Yang Zhigang was shocked by Lao Hei's methods, Feng Shixin also tied him up.

Lao Hei looked at Yang Zhigang, and asked Feng Shixin again: "You really don't intend to kill him? He is a turbid cultivator, and you should be very clear. His mind has already been soaked in filth because he practiced with filth. Stained with the blood of many innocent lives."

Feng Shixin still insisted: "Don't kill, since I belong to the Immortal Cultivation Association, there is an agreement between the association and the secular society, we should abide by it."

Seeing that Feng Shixin couldn't be persuaded, Lao Hei could only say helplessly, "Okay, okay, since you're so persistent, then hand him over to your Immortal Cultivation Association."

Feng Shixin cupped his fists to Old Hei and said, "Thank you, Old Hei."

Old Hei waved his hand: "Don't be polite to me, I don't pay attention to your etiquette, I will go to the North Wharf to explore the way first, I should lurk there for a while, if you have time, you can go there to find me. "

Feng Shixin still said respectfully: "Okay, old uncle Hei, you must also be careful."

Hearing this, Old Hei looked up and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, don't worry, I'm going out this time, and I just want to try my skills."

Accompanied by laughter, Lao Hei seemed to take a step casually.

The next moment, Lao Hei disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Lao Hei disappeared without a trace, Feng Shixin felt relieved that Lao Hei went to the North Wharf alone.

Yang Zhigang, who was tied up there, suddenly smiled grinningly and said, "I can't let me suffer alone. Those guys look down on me for being cowardly and only dare to learn extreme negative emotions from the hearts of animals for cultivation. Let them have a taste of being a cultivator." It feels like a pot."

After saying this, Yang Zhigang let out a burst of laughter.

Feng Shixin looked down at Yang Zhigang, and sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, the guy who will take the initiative to accept the filth and erode the soul and become a filthy cultivator is a person who is heartless and ungrateful and has no bottom line.

In Yang Zhigang's mind, the other turbid cultivators are not companions or associates at all, and may even be a group of stumbling blocks to him.

Feng Shixin took out his mobile phone and called Du Xiaohui, and reported the situation here to Du Xiaohui.

It didn't take long for people from the Immortal Cultivation Association to feel the scene, and the leader was Ma Tao.

Ma Tao checked Yang Zhigang's situation carefully, and he was really surprised.

Yang Zhigang's situation is very special. Under normal circumstances, the filth in the mind of a turbid cultivator cannot be cleaned up.

Because they cultivate with filth, the filth will permeate into their hearts during cultivation, so it is almost impossible to clean up the filth in the hearts of turbid cultivators.

Usually, those who want to cut off the turbidity in their minds rely on the filth in their hearts to gain strength. The direct way is to disperse the filth in their hearts.

But the effect of breaking up the filth is only temporary, and the filth in the mind of the turbid cultivator will regenerate and gather, just like recovering from an injury, the filth will regenerate and gather, and the turbid cultivator can recover his strength.

And because the turbid cultivator can capture the extreme negative emotions of various beings through filthy cultivation, and achieve the effect of extremely fast recovery.

But right now, the filth that was scattered in Yang Zhigang's mind could not regenerate and gather together.

Yang Zhigang himself had already discovered this point.

While waiting for the Immortal Cultivation Association to arrive with Feng Shixin, he secretly tried to gather the filth in his heart to restore some of his strength, so that he could escape from Feng Shixin's hands
But no matter how Yang Zhigang tried, the turbidity in his mind could not be regenerated.

Surprised by Ma Tao, he asked Yang Zhigang's doubts in his mind.

"How did you do it? As a turbid cultivator, his mind has already merged with the filth. You can actually strip the filth from his mind? Scatter it? Can you prevent the filth from gathering?"

Feng Shixin said innocently: "I don't know, I just punched him in the chest."

Hearing this, Yang Zhigang raised his head, looked at Feng Shixin, and glanced at the qiu coiled together on his shoulders who were taking a nap.

As a person who experienced it, Yang Zhigang knew very well that it must have something to do with the thunder spewed out by Qiu that made the filth in his mind unable to gather.

But in the end, Yang Zhigang didn't say anything.

Seeing Feng Shixin's innocent face, Ma Tao obviously couldn't say anything.

He could only let the people from the Immortal Cultivation Association take Yang Zhigang back first, and to be on the safe side, he still cast a spell to seal Yang Zhigang's mind.

Seeing that Yang Zhigang was taken away, Feng Shixin couldn't help asking: "Vice President Ma, what will the association do with Yang Zhigang?"

Ma Tao's answer was simple and clear: "Close your heart and hand it over to the police."

Close your heart.

Feng Shixin saw the introduction on the Xiuxian APP.

Looking at the words, it seems that since it can be closed, it should be able to reopen one day?
But in fact, closing their hearts is a method that scares them more than killing Zhuo Xiuren.

Because the way to close the heart is to directly collapse the mind.

After the mind collapses, it will condense into a memory sphere, and people will completely lose their spirituality, lose the perception of all emotions, and no longer have emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Of course, only in this way, the filth will not re-grow in the soul, and there will be no future troubles.

Yang Zhigang obviously knew that this would end up like this. He was really terrified at this moment, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, and his face was already full of tears.

Looking at his tears, Feng Shixin knew that they were not tears of regret, but because he was afraid.

　The first one is sent.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)