Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 192
Looking at Huo Bai's slender and white palm, Chai Miao clenched his teeth tightly. He was restraining his inner fear. He didn't want to look at it, but his eyes were all attracted by this palm, which occupied all his mind and made him unable to pull it out. , can't let go.

Are you going to die, just like that?

My happy life of nearly a hundred years is about to end in this unknown place, right here, right now.

Chai Miao stared at Huo Bai's outstretched palm, and the experiences of the first half of his life began to flash through his mind. At this last moment, what came to his mind the most was his wife and those useless children.

What would they do if they died like this?Without my protection, would those collateral children who used to look at my face take revenge on them?

Thinking of this, more fear emerged in Chai Miao's heart, and he froze.

Huo Bai looked at the dull-looking middle-aged monk in front of him, frowned, grabbed another monk with his hand, and then performed his exercises and began to search for souls.

"It shouldn't be me, I'm behind."

Accompanied by inexplicable grief, this cultivator also followed in the footsteps of his predecessors, after which Huo Bai left him and looked at Fang Qingyuan.

Although Soul Search is domineering, the effective information that can be obtained is very fragmented. It is an extremely challenging search to accurately find the scoop of water you need from the long river of seven or eighty years of life memory information of a foundation-building cultivator. The skill of the soul.

The higher the cultivation level of the soul searcher, the better the effect of the soul search. Although Huo Bai is a Jindan monk, there are always many inconveniences in searching for the souls of these foundation-building monks.

If it was to search for the souls of Qi-refining monks, or mortals, Huo Bai would definitely be able to read them one by one like reading a book, but right now, a large part of the information has been missed.

Huo Bai is not good at searching for souls. The behavior of searching for souls is what he discussed with Fang Qingyuan just now. He searched for the souls of two foundation-builder cultivators one after another, but Huo Bai did not get any effective information.

Moreover, the two monks just now were still in the early stage of foundation establishment, and now there are two middle-stage foundation-establishment monks, and one comatose late-stage foundation-establishment monk, Huo Bai is even less sure.

After being signaled by Huo Bai, Fang Qingyuan stepped forward knowingly, and when he came to Chai Miao, he knelt down and asked:
"I just want to ask, are you going to die or live?"

Chai Miao raised his head and looked at Fang Qingyuan. At this moment, his eyes were full of tears. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die right now, and he didn't want to be searched to death.

Just looking at the pain of searching for the soul, he felt that he couldn't accept it. The voice of Qingyuan below his eyes was like a straw when he fell into the water, and he desperately wanted to catch it.

"I want to live, I want to live, I can't just die like this, my family is still waiting for me, I'm still young, there is still a possibility to go further, let me go, please forgive me."

In the face of the great fear of death, Chai Miao, the foundation-builder and the majestic head of the family in the eyes of others, was crying like a child at this time.

Seeing Chai Miao's emotional breakdown, Fang Qingyuan comforted him with compassion:
"It's okay. It's a normal reaction for you to want to live. There is no need to be ashamed of it. It's just that I still want to ask you for a favor right now?"

Chai Miao wiped away the tears from his eyes, he asked fearfully:

"What are you busy with?"

Fang Qingyuan pointed to the mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator beside Chai Miao, and said softly to him:

"Help me kill him."

"No, no! I can't do this, I'm willing to give Lingshi, I'll give you everything on me, let me go."

Chai Miao retreated again and again. At this time, all his spiritual power was sealed by Huo Bai, and he could not use all his magical powers. This retreat on the ground seemed very ridiculous.

Fang Qingyuan's face turned cold, he looked at Chai Miao and said:
"Since you are unwilling, then I will untie him and ask him if he is willing to do me this favor. But if I ask, there will be no room for you to regret it."

Chai Miao stopped moving. He looked at his fellow disciple who was imprisoned beside him. A look of guilt flashed across his face. He dared not gamble.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan knew that it was done, so he took out a magic sword from the storage bag, threw it to Chai Miao, and signaled to him:

"Hurry up, we're running out of time."

Chai Miao grabbed the dharma sword on the ground, not daring to look at the eyes of his fellow disciples, he turned his head and murmured:

"I'm sorry, I will pay you back in my next life."

After finishing speaking, Chai Miao raised the dharma sword with difficulty, and pierced into the heart of the fellow disciple beside him.

Chai Wenzhai woke up slowly. He opened his eyes and found that he was in a prison. He felt the magic power in his body, which was empty and could not sense anything.

Banned, Chai Wenzhai recalled the last scene before he fell into a coma, a huge white demon tiger with a ferocious mouth, roaring that shocked the soul.

These scenes were repeatedly recalled in Chai Wenzhai's mind. After a long time, Chai Wenzhai gave up because he found that he could not avoid this trick no matter what.

The Huo family?At such a young age, it should be Huo Bai. After thousands of calculations, how could this Huo Bai come here? If he is not careful, he will lose everything. It is a pity this time. If the first one is hit hard, the face of the Southern Border Beast Sect will be completely trampled into the soil. How can they have the face to compete with our spirit wood.

'Well. '

At this moment, a groan attracted Chai Wenzhai's attention. He looked around and found a monk lying in the prison next door, and it looked much more miserable than himself.

"Chai Miao?"

Chai Wenzhai made a sound in surprise. Hearing Chai Wenzhai's call, the monk on the ground barely sat up, revealing his miserable body. His body was full of traces of torture, which looked shocking.

"Ah, Chief Wenzhai, I'm fine."

Chai Miao showed a bloody smile at Chai Wenzhai, trying to prove to him that he was fine, but looking at him like this, Chai Wenzhai always felt that Chai Miao was about to die.

"You're here too, is there anyone else?"

Chai Wenzhai felt chills in his heart. Seeing Chai Miao like this, he could feel his future fate.

Just when Chai Miao was about to reply, Fang Qingyuan's voice came from the prison door. He walked in with Situ Jingyu, and asked with a smile:

"You two had a good chat, but I will trouble you to live here for a while. When the power behind you pays the ransom, I will let you go back."

Seeing Fang Qingyuan's villainous appearance, Chai Wenzhai was very calm. He asked back:

"This is the game you set up. You deliberately went to the Qi Fu League to meet Kuai Tong and Qi Wushuang, trying to lure us to make a move, so we can win the game."

For Chai Wenzhai's guess, Fang Qingyuan just kept smiling mysteriously, he didn't give any answer, and let Chai Wenzhai guess. After waiting for a while, Fang Qingyuan laughed enough, and then went out with Situ Jingyu.

In the prison, Chai Wenzhai and Chai Miao continued to talk.

After leaving the prison gate, Situ Jingyu looked at Fang Qingyuan with complicated eyes. She felt very uncomfortable with the methods Fang Qingyuan used in the nameless mountain stream before.

Forcing Chai Miao to slaughter his own family members with his own hands, and then severely wounding Chai Miao, he sent Chai Miao to Chai Wenzhai's side as an internal response, so that Chai Miao could gain Chai Wenzhai's trust, and after he was released back to the Lingmu League in the future, he would continue to pass on news.

Although Fang Qingyuan took these things for granted, Situ Jingyu, who grew up in the cave fire area for a long time, couldn't accept it for a while.

In Situ Jingyu's eyes, if he can fight vigorously, even if he loses, he will blame himself for his inferior skills. How could he use such dirty tricks.

Faced with Situ Jingyu's petty emotions, Fang Qingyuan did not explain, he was in this position, he must do all kinds of dark things, otherwise he might as well go back to Yuanling Mountain to retreat and practice hard, so as not to drag down the sect.

Fang Qingyuan understood this kind of awareness the day she became the head of the Shuwu Peak. Regarding Situ Jingyu, Fang Qingyuan felt that if she still couldn't change her mind, she could only remove her from her side in the future, so as not to save her someday. , Situ Jingyu turned back.

For a moment, Fang Qingyuan's attitude was a little subtle, but Situ Jingyu was still immersed in her inner entanglement, and didn't know about it.

(End of this chapter)