"After I returned to the observation, I reported this to my master. My master said that this skill is an evil skill that harms people and needs to be sealed. I didn't expect it..." Xuan Cheng paused.

"You didn't expect that you would practice this skill for your teacher." Wuwei sighed.

"Master, this is an evil skill that harms people. Why do you need to practice it?" Xuan Cheng said inexplicably.

"Do you still call him Master? He killed Xuan Jing and was not worthy of being a Master." Xuan Chong said hatefully.

Wuwei looked up, as if he had recalled the past for a while before saying:

"No practitioner can resist the magical powers recorded in the exercises. I hesitated several times and finally killed a casual cultivator in the realm of God, sacrificed his soul, and began to practice the unity of heart."

"Is there anyone in the Shentong Realm killed?" Xuan Cheng said in a lost voice.

A monk who has entered the realm of God is also a first-class expert in the world of cultivation. For example, Xuancheng is in the realm of God is like killing a chicken in the master's words.

"Of course, you have also seen the martial arts. You need the souls of cultivators above the Shen Realm to be tough enough to be refined into an external incarnation." Wuwei Dao.

"Since you need the souls of monks to practice the unity of your heart, why do you take the hundreds of thousands of people in Xiangcheng torture their souls?" Chen Xiudao.

"This is just an accident." Wuwei said lightly.

"Accident?" Chen Xiu was puzzled.

"I started practicing the Concentric Kung Fu more than thirty years ago, but my progress has been limited. It is extremely difficult to find a suitable soul with a tough and pure spirit. In the past twenty years, I have killed forty monks in the Shen Realm and repeatedly sacrificed and refined with pain. In the end, I only got two barely qualified." Wuwei said calmly.

Xuan Chong trembled, knowing that the master said it simply, but it was almost impossible to kill forty monks in the Shendi realm and handle it properly, and not to disturb the sects and Xuan Jingsi behind them, and it was almost impossible, and I didn't know how the master did it.

"Since I practiced this skill, there was no reason to retreat. No matter how difficult it was, I had to continue practicing. Sure enough, God will pay attention to those who are interested. Because of the disappearance of Ganquan Academy, I found the three corpse insects." Wuwei continued.

"Three Corpse Worms?" Chen Xiuqi said.

"The Three Corpse Worms can absorb humans into endless pain. Even the souls of ordinary people can be polished by the Three Corpse Worms, and the top-grade souls comparable to those of monks can be born." Wuwei said.

It turns out that the wind worm is the three corpse worm, which can cause human souls to sink into endless hell of pain.

Simply put, the three corpse insects are equivalent to an accelerator.

Wuwei could not find a qualified soul to practice the exercises. With the accelerator of the Three Corpse Worm, he could get more qualified souls and practice the exercises faster.

"Peng Lin disappeared because he was exposed to the three corpse insects?" Chen Xiu asked.

"Yes, Brother Lin is the first person to come into contact with the Three Corpse Worms. After being tortured by the insects, he can still keep his memory alive. Brother Lin is the most powerful person I have ever seen. I paid attention to him at that time, took him back, and became a soul mate with him." Wuwei said.

"What is an accident?" Chen Xiudao.

"The three corpse insects are reproducing more and more. If they accidentally leak it out, it hurts the people of the whole city. It's so regretful." Wuwei said.

Chen Xiu thought to himself that this person is cold-hearted and has 300,000 lives, and he has no regrets, but he doesn't even apologize.

"Is it also an accident that Xuan Jing died of the Three Corpse Worm?" Xuan Chong said.

"Oh, Xuan Jing is dead too..." Wuwei was stunned and sighed: "When the three corpse insects enter the brain, there is a slight chance of death. If the monster is unlucky, Xuan Jing will be unlucky. When the insects leaked, I have tried my best to lead them to the foot of the mountain."

"Master, Xuan Jing and I, Xuan Jing, are like flesh and blood. You know that if you kill Xuan Jing and Xuan Jing, our master and disciple relationship has been cut off. Please take care of yourself."

Xuan Chong bowed to the ground, picked up Xuan Jing's body, and wanted to leave.

"Master, I...I can't be your apprentice anymore!"

Xuancheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and Baiyun and Huang Wenze behind him also kowtowed together.

"Xuancheng, Xuan Chong, you have been cultivating and supporting you for many years. Have you repaid your kindness? Just leave like this. Are you worthy of being a teacher?" Wuwei said lightly.

"The headmaster, you are unkind first, and it's no wonder that we are unrighteous. You harmed the 300,000 people in Xiangcheng, and this matter is absolutely impossible to hide. Maybe the people from Xuanjingsi will come to capture you tomorrow. You should make plans early." Xuan Chong said.

"It's easy to come and go, but it's hard to go. Look at what this is?"

Wuwei seemed to be smiling but not laughed. When he pinched his hand, a gray light flashed, and a gray fog appeared from his body.

I saw a vague face on the fog, with a distorted expression, as if it was extremely painful.

"What?" Xuancheng was stunned.

"Look at it carefully." Wuwei said.

Xuan Chong looked carefully and found that the face looked very much like Xuan Jing, and said in a trembling voice: "It's... it's Xuan Jing's soul!"

Everyone felt a cool air seeping from their feet to their heads, and Wuwei actually refined Xuan Jing's soul into a puppet.

"Okay, I'll give you two choices to be my servant soul, or die." Wuwei's tone was faint, but there was an irresistible majesty.

"Servant Soul?" Xuancheng's voice trembled.

"What servant soul?" Xuan Chong asked.

"The incarnation of the Concentric Demonic Art is divided into the main soul, the divided soul, the servant soul, and the servant soul are the lowest incarnations. They have no wisdom and only follow the orders of the main soul."

Xuancheng explained that he had also seen the Concentric Demonic Art back then, but he had not practiced it.

Chen Xiu thought to himself, it seemed that the gray balls that he saw when he entered the palace were all servants' souls.

Xuan Chong was angry and frightened, and was refined into a servant soul. What was the difference between death and blurted out: "Don't you even think of a master-disciple relationship?"

"Haha, you don't want to be my apprentice, why should I be in love? If it weren't for the upcoming Xuan Jingsi, I would be too lazy to do anything." Wuwei turned to look at Peng Lin again, and said in a very gentle tone: "Brother Lin, are you still satisfied with my handling of this?"

"Okay, okay, the servant soul is worse than death, hurry up and start." Peng Lin said impatiently.

"yes."

Wuwei obeyed Peng Lin's instructions very virtuously. As soon as Peng Lin finished speaking, his figure suddenly became three gray shadows, attacking Xiang Xuancheng, Xuan Chong and Chen Xiu.

Chen Xiu's mind was like lightning, and when Wuwei had just split, he punched him.

As soon as this punch was released, everyone, including Wuwei, suddenly had an illusion, as if they were in an infinite universe, and they were so small that they were about to be crushed into pieces by the endless cosmic storm.

Experience the artistic conception of Yu Wuchen at Yunju Temple, sucking the spiritual spring in Zhaojiabao, and swallowing the spirit gathering array in Qingxu Temple. The experience along the way made Chen Xiu gain a lot.

Chen Xiu just punched casually, not only containing extremely strong power, but also adding a hint of supreme artistic conception.

The innate body is free from dust and bright platform, and all laws are not invaded.

Although Chen Xiu has not achieved great success, he is not far away.
Chapter completed!