Ning Zhuo's voice turned cold: "Since you don't want to cooperate, then I can only force it."

As he spoke, Ning Zhuo took out tools from his arms.

Those were mechanical needles of different lengths and thicknesses.

"What are you going to do to me?!" Han Ming panicked when he saw the young man approaching him step by step.

Ning Zhuo tried to speak gently: "Just bear with it. Some of the needles are a bit thick and it might hurt a bit."

More than a dozen small mechanical dolls, each carrying a few mechanical needles, climbed all over Han Ming's body.

"You old thief, just kill me...ah!"

Han Ming's body trembled, and he raised his head and screamed. The shrill cry echoed in the cell, making people feel cold all over.

After a while, more than a dozen machine needles were inserted all over her body, in various joints, vital points, and even in the front and back of her head.

Some of the thin needles were fine, but some of the thick needle holes were bleeding slowly.

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and used secret techniques to control these mechanical needles.

The mechanical needles of various sizes kept rising and falling and trembling on Han Ming's body as he controlled them. Some needles were stirring inside Han Ming's body, while some needles were rotating outside his body.

"Ah——!" Han Ming's scream rang out again, almost piercing the listener's eardrums.

The severe pain made her twist her whole body involuntarily. Her slender fingers tightly grasped the cold and thick iron chain, and soon her fingertips were scratched and bleeding due to excessive force.

But this kind of pain is not even close to the pain caused by acupuncture.

Ning Zhuo focused his attention and began to activate the magic weapon, Buddha Heart Demon Seal, in his dantian!

The treasure seal is as big as a mountain, occupying the Divine Sea. The golem at one end begins to emit red magic light.

The magic light soon appeared on the large and small mechanical needles and penetrated Han Ming's whole body.

The next moment, a pink heart mark shot out from Ning Zhuo's body and directly into Han Ming's heart.

Han Ming's screams gradually became less frequent, and a strong sense of fear gripped her.

Because she felt that her body was out of control, she began to practice the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Technique!

"No, no!" Han Ming's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, but he couldn't stop.

Soon, the technique worked to a certain level and began to draw out Han Ming's soul.

Ning Zhuo let go at the right time and opened the soul-catching shuttle.

The Soul Shuttle did not fall to the ground, but was controlled by Han Ming and slowly floated in front of her.

Then, the tip of the Soul Shuttle gently pierced into her chest.

The soul shuttle started to move.

Han Ming would never have expected that she would have such a day! Her murderous weapon, the Soul-Snatching Shuttle, which had killed thousands and brought disaster to countless people, would one day turn against her, its master.

The one who used the Soul Shuttle was none other than herself!

The Soul Shuttle trembled slightly.

The soul elites that Han Ming had accumulated throughout his life were thoroughly purified and gradually infused into the Soul Shuttle.

As the soul essence gradually approached the carrying limit of the Soul Shuttle, the entire Soul Shuttle began to emit a faint cold light.

A moment later, the Soul-Snatching Shuttle returned with a full load and was caught by Ning Zhuo again.

Han Ming's face was pale, and he seemed to have lost all his bones, and he collapsed. He was able to stand only because his wrists and shoulder blades were locked with iron chains and iron hooks.

"W-what did you do to me?"

"What kind of method is this?"

Han Ming looked up and stared at Ning Zhuo in horror.

"Are you a disciple of the Phantom Sect? What you just did was the Bewitching Technique?!"

"Are you from the Guhui Cult? Did you use Gu on me?"

"No, no, none of them..."

Her whole body was shaking, her heart was trembling too, and her previous confidence and self-confidence were completely wiped out.

Under the dark iron armor, Ning Zhuo had already had two streams of nosebleeds.

The devil seal in my Buddha's heart can help me become a Buddha and be a devil to others.

Using the Buddha Heart Demon Seal alone can affect targets of the same level, but it is often only for a moment. If facing a target with a higher level of cultivation, the impact is even more limited, and you have to guide the target's thinking, and you can't directly tamper with it.

But if we use other mechanical needles to assist like we do now, we can increase the impact.

With the help of the machine needle, Han Ming actually did it.

Even if she doesn't want to!

"In the secret records of the mechanism left by my mother, there are other types of cane heads, such as the cross cane head, the dry cane head, and the king cane head. Unfortunately, my cultivation is not enough, so I can't use the more powerful ones."

"At present, we can only use this kind of one-word cane."

Ning Zhuo's mother was originally a mechanical practitioner. Ning Zhuo's knowledge of mechanical arts came mostly from her mechanical secret records.

The rod, like the string, is the second mainstream way to control mechanical creations.

Just now, Ning Zhuo treated Han Ming as a mechanism and controlled him.

Of course, a staff alone, even a staff with the character "王" on it, could not achieve this level. Unless Ning Zhuo's cultivation was far superior to Han Ming's, or his knowledge of mechanisms had increased by hundreds of times.

What really triggered the qualitative change was the Buddha Heart Demon Seal! Ning Zhuo gradually figured out how to use this combination.

The advantages are obvious, but the disadvantage is that the target of the attack will die soon and become a consumable.

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Ning Zhuo was not in a hurry to absorb the soul essence, but instead carefully checked Han Ming's injuries.

"The martial arts you're practicing are pretty good. Many parts of your body have been transformed into corpses successfully. This will allow you to hold on longer. Very good, very good." Ning Zhuo praised highly.

After hearing this, Han Ming could no longer hold on and fainted from anger.

at the same time.

Meng Chong rushed back to the City Lord's Mansion.

He came to the training room and didn't want to waste a moment, so he started practicing his skills right away.

Super talent——Running like a thunderbolt! Lightning flashed on his body, and his spirit, energy, and spirit quickly rose.

The lightning helped him disperse his power, and the effect was amazing! Meng Chong's eyes were full of lightning, and he shouted in surprise: "At this rate, by tomorrow, I will have completely dispersed my power and can start over!"

"I got it, I understand!"

"My greatest asset is my ability to charge forward. From now on, I will be brave and fearless, go all out, and charge forward without any scruples!"

Meng Chong was immersed in the joy of breakthrough.

He found that the more he focused on rushing forward, the stronger the effect of the Crazy Thunder would be, and the more he could control it.

"Sure enough, as long as I continue to express my nature, my talent will become more apparent and stronger!"

"Mr. Sun, you are amazing. Hahaha!"

Underground cell.

Ning Zhuo ignored Han Ming who was already unconscious.

He went to the next room, opened his armor, held the Soul Shuttle in his hand, and gently touched his skin with the other tip.

The next moment, a cool, gentle and pure soul power flowed out from the soul shuttle and poured into his soul.

Ning Zhuo took a step back, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a feeling of extreme comfort filled his entire body and mind.

It's like taking a dip in a lake during the dog days of summer.

His soul essence rose rapidly, and soon exceeded his sixteen years of growth and accumulation, and doubled! But only half of the soul essence in the soul shuttle was consumed.

After a few breaths, the Soul Shuttle was empty, and the faint cold light from before also completely disappeared.

"Comfortable, very comfortable." Ning Zhuo was greatly encouraged and felt better than ever before.

Then, he noticed something strange.

He felt his left arm getting slightly warm.

"What's going on?"

Like Meng Chong, he was also surprised and happy: "My left arm is hot. Has my talent been triggered? Has it begun to manifest?"

Ning Zhuo became anxious.

If he can find the triggering conditions, then he can continue to implement them, cultivate and foster the talent, and eventually make it fully manifest.

"What is the reason?"

"Is it because I absorbed the pure soul essence?"

"Or is it because I dealt with the demons, punished the evil, and upheld the righteousness of the world?"

(End of this chapter)