Chapter 406: Pressure, information about thousand-year chalcedony liquid
The Qihai Dantian is a special existence in the human body, similar to the mustard space, or the universe in the sleeve, the sun and the moon in the pot.
The Dantian can continue to expand as the monk's cultivation level increases, but its connection with the monk's human body only relies on energy such as meridians and true essence and Buddha essence.
If a monk is injured in the abdomen, his Dantian Qihai will not necessarily be affected.
But if the target is Dantian Qihai, then that's another story.
Su Twelve practices many techniques, among which the one he has practiced the longest since he entered the foundation building period is Yunge Sect, one of the top techniques, Yunge Nine Swords Technique.
The true essence refined by practicing this technique is called the sword radiance true essence, which is extremely offensive and destructive.
The true energy entered the body, directly tore apart Song Mingyang's meridians with a powerful gesture, and rushed into the sea of Qi in his Dantian.
Under the impact of the true energy, Song Mingyang's Qihai Dantian could only last less than three breaths before it made a loud bang and became riddled with holes.
The next second, a large amount of true energy escaped from Song Mingyang's Dantian Qi sea and his whole body.
The screams rang out, and in less than half a stick of incense, Song Mingyang was lying on the ground like a dead dog and mud, with all his cultivation gone.
"You...you bastard, if you dare to hurt me, my master will never let you go!"
Song Mingyang gritted his teeth and stared at Su Twelve with extremely malicious eyes.
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair, and the resentment in his heart reached an extreme level.
Years of practice have all come to nothing, and now he is even worse than a mortal. Such a gap is extremely painful for a person who desperately desires strength.
Ignoring Song Mingyang's threats and clamors, Su Twelve asked calmly and expressionlessly: "Old man Feng, where is he?"
Song Mingyang was lying on the ground and said viciously: "Dead! He's dead a long time ago!!!"
Su Twelve's eyes turned cold, and he directly picked up the Qianxie swords on the ground, raised his hand and cut off his legs with one sword.
Blood flowed gurglingly, and Song Mingyang trembled in pain, letting out a heart-rending wail.
Su Twelve seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued without changing his expression: "I can give you a chance to answer again. The next sword will cut your neck."
Song Mingyang kept saying that Old Man Feng was dead, but he didn't believe a word of it.
Based on Song Mingyang's behavior and behavior, even if Old Man Feng is dead, he will definitely bring out Old Man Feng's body and anger Feng No Man.
But in fact, whether in Xiaohe Village or around the altar, Su Twelve never saw Old Man Feng, not even his body.
Old man Feng was his savior, and Su Twelve needed to find out about this.
If you are alive, you want to see people, if you are dead, you want to see corpses! ! !
"Hahaha... kill me, kill me!"
"Can you hit my master Duanmu Fenlong in the face? You are dead and waiting to die!"
Severe pain shot through his body. Instead of cooperating, Song Mingyang laughed wildly and looked at Su Twelve with provocative eyes.
The outcome of death was inevitable, but even if he died, he was not willing to let this guy who ruined his many years of hard work get his wish.
Squinting his eyes, Su Twelve's expression remained untroubled.
He knew Song Mingyang's thoughts and plans. Even if he killed the other party, it would be impossible for the other party to reveal the truth.
Without further action, Su Twelve put away the Qianxie swords, then turned around and took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that he had just put away.
"Death... is indeed easy, but do you really think that death can free you?"
"Looking at you, you shouldn't be a novice in the world of immortality. I think this thing should be familiar to you, right?"
Song Mingyang's eyes twitched, and his gaze immediately fell on the Ten Thousand Souls Flag in Su Twelve's hand.
In the battle just now, Song Mingyang was surprised that the souls of Feng Wuren and Ruoying were taken away as soon as they met each other.
But at that time, he was only focused on running for his life and had no time to take a closer look at what happened.
When I saw this Ten Thousand Soul Sail, I immediately recognized it, my expression changed instantly, and my scalp suddenly went numb.
"What? This...is this the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?!!"
"You...you actually have such evil soldiers..."
Song Mingyang was horrified. The Ten Thousand Soul Banner had such a vicious reputation that even many evil cultivators were frightened by it.
If this kind of evil soldier were placed in the world of immortality, it would be an existence that everyone would shout about.
Looking at Su Twelve, he was speechless. If he had some doubts about Su Twelve's identity as a monk from the Demonic Shadow Palace before, at this moment, the last doubt had disappeared.
And when he thought that the other party dared to even sacrifice the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, his ruthlessness alone made him secretly afraid.
With Su Twelve's identity of the Demonic Shadow Palace revealed in advance, he would never have thought that this Thousand Soul Banner was actually obtained by Su Twelve from other evil cultivators.
At this moment, I felt that the person in front of me was an evil cultivator from the Shadow Palace who was countless times more ruthless than him!
Su Twelve saw the timidity in his heart and continued: "I think you don't want to try the feeling of being imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Soul Flags and never being able to escape, right?"
Song Mingyang slowly closed his eyes, his posture no longer strong.
"I can tell you the whereabouts of Old Man Feng, but you must swear on your inner demons to give me a happy life and not to imprison my soul!"
Facing Su Twelve who was holding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Song Mingyang finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart.
He is afraid of death, but death is only a moment after all.
But if the soul is imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and tortured forever, just thinking about it makes me feel hopeless.
"sure!"
Su Twelve agreed immediately.
After saying that, just as the other party said, he swore an oath on his inner demons to show that he would not imprison the other party's soul.
to him
, it would be enough to save Old Man Feng and let Song Mingyang die.
Imprisoning the opponent's soul will do him no good at all.
"Old man Feng was taken deep into the dense forest by other disciples of the Duanmu family. I don't know the specific location. I only know that it is a deep valley."
"There, Old Man Feng once collected three three-leaf Ganoderma lucidum."
Seeing that Su Twelve really swore an oath with his inner demon, Song Mingyang no longer resisted, immediately cooperated and said obediently.
The valley where Ganoderma lucidum is collected?
Su Twelve frowned slightly, and the location information of the valley immediately appeared in his mind.
Narrowing his eyes, Su Twelve immediately continued to ask: "How many people from the Duanmu family have come? What are their cultivation levels? What are they looking for when they take old man Feng to the valley?"
Only by knowing your enemy and yourself can you fight without danger!
Old Man Feng must be rescued, but if he goes there rashly without any preparation, that will definitely not work.
Song Mingyang had already begun to cooperate, so he no longer concealed anything, and continued: "In addition to me, the Duanmu Family has sent five people. Three of them are in the middle of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the other two are in the late Foundation Establishment Stage!"
"The leader's name is Li Mu, and she is the granddaughter of the head of the Duanmu family."
"As for this trip, the purpose is to come for a treasure called Millennium Chalcedony Liquid."
Su Twelve looked thoughtful and asked: "Thousand-year-old chalcedony liquid, what is that?"
He had never heard of this chalcedony liquid for thousands of years.
But if nothing else, just the word "thousand years" tells you that this thing is anything but ordinary.
He had already guessed that there might be rare treasures hidden in the deep forests and valleys.
But after hearing Song Mingyang's words, he realized that the treasures in the valley were far more rare and precious than he had guessed.
Don't say the word "thousand years".
Just the fact that the Duanmu Family sent so many foundation-building experts in showed how much they attached importance to treasures.
