Chapter 112 Soul Palace
For a moment, the streets were filled with the sound of fists and palms, and the flashing of swords and knives.
After just a few breaths of time, only a few demon corpses were left lying in the street.
The originally bustling street suddenly became silent, and everyone watched this sudden change in horror.
The people from the Soul Palace didn't even look at the dead people and walked away in a swagger, as if the murders here had nothing to do with them.
"Oh! There is really no way out. The guys in the Soul Palace are so arrogant and unreasonable. They will come here to cause trouble as soon as they are not satisfied. There have been no less than five such bad incidents this month!" The teahouse owner shook his head helplessly and sighed deeply.
"Who said it wasn't? These people from the Soul Palace broke in from outside and don't treat us as human beings at all! Even if we want to escape from here, we have nowhere to go!" The female demon next to him also had a sad face and sighed heavily.
Shi Qinghan, who had been silent all this time, heard this and his eyes flickered slightly. He couldn't help but ask, "My fellow Taoist, since the Soul Palace is so arrogant and domineering, why don't people rise up to resist?"
The teahouse owner looked at Shi Qinghan with wide eyes as if he had seen something strange, and said in astonishment: "Daoyou, aren't you from Mo Ke City? How could you not even know about this in the Soul Palace?"
Shi Qinghan smiled awkwardly and responded, "Ah! I am indeed not from Mo Ke City. To be honest, I did not know what the Soul Palace of your city did before. The place where I am is much safer than here, and the people of the Soul Palace do not dare to act so recklessly. Little sister, after we finish dealing with the matters at hand, it is better to leave this Mo Ke City as soon as possible. This place is too dangerous!"
The teahouse owner turned his head slightly, opened his mouth slowly and said, "So that's what happened! Back then, our Soul Palace was not like this. About five years ago, the Soul Palace Master unfortunately passed away.
It was said that his biological son who had been living away from home had returned and had taken control of the entire Soul Palace. No one knew where he had brought such a group of people from.
Those guys are all the confidants of the palace master. They are cruel and cunning, and their daily behavior is extremely arrogant and domineering.
As long as something goes wrong, they will start to kill without saying anything. It's strange, and I don't know why, but everyone seems to obey them and doesn't know how to resist. As time goes by, even other people become like them. "
Hearing this, Gu Shihan and Shi Qinghan couldn't help but look at each other.
In fact, demons have always existed. Most of them are born with dark spiritual roots, and the skills they practice are to use demonic energy to improve their own strength. This is essentially the same principle as Taoist practitioners who practice by absorbing spiritual energy.
However, what is unexpected is that there are a small number of outliers among the many demons.
These demons actually do not have innate dark spiritual roots. To a certain extent, they have nothing to do with the real demons.
Ten thousand years ago, there was a mysterious person who skillfully used the magic energy and unique means to successfully make some Taoist monks who were originally on the right path of cultivation fall into the devil's way and refine the magic pill. Since then, there has been a group of people called "demon cultivators" in the world.
As the years passed quietly, after the baptism of long seasons, the so-called magic skills and evil cultivation techniques began to blend and infiltrate each other, gradually evolving into a strange technique that deviated from the right path.
The practice of this technique is extremely cruel and bloody, requiring practitioners to constantly absorb the life essence and blood of others in order to improve their own practice.
During this process, the practitioners' minds and natures will undergo earth-shaking changes. They will become extremely cruel and inhumane, and their inner worlds will be severely distorted, as if they have lost the conscience and moral bottom line that they should have as human beings.
The powerful cultivation they have acquired is actually built on the tragic deaths of countless innocent monks and demons, and is built with countless living lives.
Among them, the infamous Soul Palace is a typical representative of such evil places.
Of course, it is undeniable that although the former Soul Palace was equally insidious and vicious, for some demons, it was still a place where they could gain many benefits.
The streets were crowded with people and the noise was rising and falling like a pot of boiling water.
When Gu Shihan and the others stepped into Moke City, Xing Bai disappeared into the crowd and went to find out the news.
Not long after, a voice came into Hanhan's ears: "Hanhan, I am in the Soul Palace right now. There are hundreds of Daoists imprisoned here. Should we rescue them?"
Hanhan thought for a moment and replied, "Xingbai, don't act rashly! First, carefully check why the Soul Palace captured them here. Also, pay attention to whether there is anything unusual about those Soul Palace demon cultivators."
"Don't worry, you must ensure your own safety and find a hidden place to wait for my news. If necessary, I will notify you." After Xing Bai finished speaking, his figure flashed and he continued to explore the depths of the Soul Palace.
Like a ghost, he approached the main hall of the Soul Palace silently. When he was only a few steps away from the main hall, he suddenly heard a man's voice coming from inside.
Looking up, I saw an extremely luxurious chair placed in the center of the main hall. The back of the chair was inlaid with dazzling gems, and the armrests were made of pure gold.
A man wearing a red robe embroidered with golden red spider lilies and a golden mask on his face was sitting lazily on it.
The man looked to be around three hundred years old, and his cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul stage. His body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of black and red aura, which sometimes rolled and surged, and sometimes condensed into thin strands, giving people a feeling of mystery, chill and chill.
The man leaned back in the wide seat, his entire body seeming to blend into the darkness.
His originally lazy voice now carried a bone-chilling coldness, like an undercurrent surging beneath a thousand-year-old ice.
"Hun Qi, how are you doing with the things I asked you to do? Have you arranged for the personnel in the major sects to be in place? Bring me the detailed list."
(End of this chapter)
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