Under the mask of Cang Tie Han Jia, Ning Zhuo was calm and composed.

He took out Han Ming's magic weapon, the Soul-Snatching Shuttle: "I heard that your Soul-Snatching Sect's skills can directly increase the soul's foundation by devouring souls."

"If you reverse the technique, you can purify your own soul essence through magic tools and transfer it to others. Although this will cause great losses, it will not have any negative effects."

"Your sect relies on this ability to allow seniors who are about to die to transfer soul power, which can instantly add a strong foundation to the younger generation of cultivators. This is also one of the main reasons why the Soul Devouring Sect has become a major sect of the demonic path."

"Han Ming, I would like you to help me practice."

The Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pill is a medicinal pill, and Ning Zhuo's soul could not be brought in even if he entered the palace.

Even if you took it before entering the palace, the effect of the medicine would not last long.

Ning Zhuo prefers to do it in one go, so why not just increase his soul power directly? When he saw the information about the Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pill and Han Ming, he decided to capture Han Ming alive.

Hearing the young man's words, Han Ming's eyes widened, and a chill instantly spread throughout his body: "I understand, I am your real prey!"

"The attack on Ziyang Villa is just a cover!"

"This is a setup, a vicious trap!"

Han Ming screamed and struggled hard, pulling the heavy chains on his body.

The other end of the chain was firmly fixed to the wall of the cell, and it hit the wall with a clanging sound.

The young guest Ning Zhuo looked at her quietly, and waited until Han Ming calmed down before saying, "You are too excited. This is not good for your injury."

After hearing this, Han Ming, who had just calmed down, became furious again and started cursing loudly.

Ning Zhuo listened quietly and waited until Han Ming stopped cursing until he was hoarse.

"Would you like some water?"

Ning Zhuo's fingers moved slightly, and a string of condensed magic power extended from his fingertips. Under the string, a puppet carrying a water cup climbed from Han Ming's instep, calf, thigh, abdomen, and then stood on his chest, holding the water cup high and handing it to Han Ming's mouth.

Han Ming's breathing began to become heavy again.

But her struggle and cursing just now had consumed a lot of her energy. She stared at Ning Zhuo intently, and finally lowered her head to look at the water cup.

The next moment, she lowered her head to drink water.

I am indeed thirsty.

The most important thing is that she has become a prisoner. If the young man wants to harm her, there are various ways to do it. There is no need to go through the trouble of poisoning the water.

After drinking the water, Han Ming calmed down a little.

"There is one thing I don't understand!" Han Ming raised his head, frowning, staring at the face of the young man, "Sun Lingtong is a disciple of the Bukong Sect, why would he join forces with you? What is your relationship?"

Ning Zhuo smiled faintly: "I have been acquiring intelligence from him since more than ten years ago."

"I watched him work hard little by little until he finally took control of the black market in Huoshi Xiancheng and established a firm foothold in this immortal city."

“Our interests are very strong.”

Han Ming snorted coldly: "That's all?"

"That's all. Are we going to let him and you team up to frame me and risk offending the Soul Devouring Sect?"

"If something unexpected happens and I escape, his foundation in Huoshixian City, and you, will be ruined!"

"We are not those who play tricks on the rules."

Ning Zhuo smiled faintly again: "Did you escape? Did you spread the news?"

Han Ming: ...

Ning Zhuo continued, "The attack on Ziyang Villa was not entirely a cover. At least, we did get a lot of elixirs."

"You two bastards, damn you! My master will definitely avenge me. We will tear your bones and skin off, crush your souls, and make you fall into endless pain!"

Ning Zhuo waved his hand: "Calm down, calm down, okay?"

“Anger is bad for your health.”

"Didn't you just promise me that you could do anything? Then come and help me practice."

"Hehe, hahaha." Han Ming raised his head and let out a shrill laugh, even laughing to the point of tears.

"Bah." She suddenly stopped laughing, spitted, and said with great hatred, "You're dreaming!"

The spit flew into the air, but was blocked by Ning Zhuo's magic power and fell weakly to the ground.

Han Ming's voice was icy cold: "I have practiced hard and accumulated for many years to have the foundation and heritage I have today. You want me to sacrifice my soul and heritage to help you practice? Haha, you are so ugly, but you have such beautiful thoughts!"

"Hard-earned accumulation?" Ning Zhuo asked in confusion, "Your Soul Devouring Sect's Nine-turn Soul Devouring Art can devour the souls of others and help improve one's own foundation. It's clearly ruthless plunder, so how can it be hard-earned accumulation?"

This is the biggest difference between the evil way and the righteous way.

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The cultivation resources of righteous cultivators are basically thunder, lightning, rain, dew, flowers, birds, insects and fish.

The cultivation resources of the demonic cultivators are other cultivators themselves, such as blood, souls, bodies, etc.

Han Ming refuted: "You are an outsider, you only know one side of the story!"

"Do you think the Nine-turn Soul Devouring Technique is so easy to practice? Can it devour his soul and transform it all into your own foundation?"

"Humph! If it was so easy to cultivate, then my Soul Devouring Sect wouldn't be just one of the major demon sects. We would have unified the demon world long ago!"

"Fifty percent, at most fifty percent!"

"The closer the soul you devour is to your true self, the smaller the difference will be, and the greater the reward will be."

“You can’t use it too often.”

"It's like eating. If you eat too much, you'll bloat and die."

"We also need a lot of time and a lot of auxiliary resources to help our souls digest it."

"If it is not digested thoroughly and the soul is deformed, it will bring about very serious sequelae."

"Of course, there are also those in my Soul Devouring Sect who are eager for quick success. They ignore the deformity of their souls and devour other souls crazily. Their strength will increase by leaps and bounds in a short period of time. But if they do this, they will definitely have no future."

Han Ming is not short-sighted. She possesses the lower-level talent of Yin Corpse Qi. Just based on this point, she has surpassed most cultivators.

Han Ming has always paid great attention to digestion and kept his soul pure.

She focuses on her future.

It was precisely because of this that she was extremely resistant and didn't want to cooperate at all. She was asked to take the initiative to pass on the foundation she had accumulated over decades of hard work to others?

It's impossible.

Especially since this person is her enemy!

"Don't even think about getting me to cooperate with you! Just kill me, that's the easiest way!" Han Ming was also very cunning.

She could see that Ning Zhuo needed her help and was confident. She said this on purpose in an attempt to gain some initiative.

Ning Zhuo sighed quietly: "I'm trying to persuade you with kind words, hoping that you will cooperate."

"If you cooperate well, I can promise you that I will set you free after a while."

(End of this chapter)