Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

In a secret room.

"Pop!"

Several crisp slaps sounded, and Sherlock woke up from his coma. His fat face had completely swollen into a pig's head, and he was almost numb.

He looked at the person in front of him in horror. Fortunately, it was not the boy in white who beat him.

"You...who are you?"

Sherlock stared at Ling Feng in horror. He was completely defeated this time.

"Who is the prisoner now? You seem to have not understood the situation."

Ling Feng raised his hand and patted Sherlock's fat face, and said with a smile: "What, do you want me to call that old man over again and give you a fat beating?"

"No, no, no, no, no."

Sherlock trembled all over, "Brother, uncle, hero, you have been beaten and beaten, and now that the family property has been taken back by Vidoin, you just treat me like a fart, right? After so many years, Apart from occupying the property of Vidoin, I really didn’t do anything bad! Look at how big their family is and how many people they have, but I didn’t kill any of them, I’m a good person!”

"You are so shameless, you are really on par with that bitch!"

Ling Feng sneered, and the dissatisfied roar of a bitch suddenly came from his mind: "Fart, even this damn fat guy deserves to be compared with this divine beast!"

"enough."

Ling Feng interrupted Sherlock's begging for mercy and said slowly: "I will only ask you a few questions. If you answer honestly, I can consider sparing your life."

"I answer, I answer everything!"

When Sherlock heard that there was still a chance of survival, he nodded in agreement.

"How did you get this level of cultivation?"

Ling Feng stared at Sherlock, "He clearly has the power of a saint, but he doesn't have the aura to survive the Nine Transformations."

"Who, who said I didn't succeed in overcoming the tribulation? I...I am a real saint!"

"Hmph, your realm is empty and your energy and blood are weak. In your state, it is impossible to successfully overcome the tribulation!" Ling Feng's eyes turned cold and he stared at Sherlock, "Why don't you tell the truth? It seems like you don't want to. Live."

"Think about it, I want to live, I want to live!"

Sherlock was glanced at by Ling Feng's icy gaze, and the three souls were frightened. He quickly said: "Actually, there is a place where they say that as long as you use enough yuan crystals, you can exchange for the power of the saint. Become a false saint.”

"False Saint?"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, "How do you say that?"

"The so-called false saint, as the name suggests, is a false saint level, but it can also be regarded as a saint level, because it does have the power of a saint. But once you choose to use this method, you will lose the opportunity to continue to practice and make breakthroughs, unless Again, at a greater price, in exchange for more saint power.”

After a pause, Sherlock continued: "I know that with my qualifications, it is impossible to break through the saint level in this life, so I chose to go to that place in exchange for the power of a saint and became a false saint. Although He is a false saint, but he still has the power of a saint, so he can still be considered a saint-level powerhouse."

A trace of disdain flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, "You are a Saint like you. If you meet a stronger Half-Saint, you are no match. What's the point?"

"Of course it makes sense. The weakest Saint level is also a Saint level. And once successful, it will increase your life span by a thousand years!"

Sherlock clenched his fists and said, "Instead of watching helplessly as you run out of life and fail to break through to the Saint level, it's better to use Yuan Jing in exchange for the power of a Saint. Even if you only live an extra thousand years, it won't be a loss!"

"How ridiculous!"

Ling Feng shook his head. In order to obtain this false realm of cultivation, he completely gave up his potential to continue to make breakthroughs and progress.

Only a fool would make this choice.

"Geniuses like you will naturally not understand the pain of warriors like us with ordinary qualifications!"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and said: "There are more than hundreds of millions of warriors in the world? How many can truly step into the Saint level? And I can become a Saint-level powerhouse by just paying some Yuanjing. Even if I'm just a false saint, so what? Moreover, as long as I have enough wealth, I can continue to obtain more power of saints. Compared with practicing hard, it is easier than enduring the baptism of nine revolutions again and again. What?”

Ling Feng was silent. As the saying goes, summer insects cannot speak of ice. Sherlock's ideas may be a bit paranoid, but he is different from him and cannot think about these issues from his perspective.

If there really is such a way to obtain the power of a saint, how others choose is also someone else's business.

However, Ling Feng was vaguely aware that there might be another conspiracy.

"Creating a false saint? How many yuan crystals will it cost?"

Ling Feng glanced at Sherlock and continued to ask questions.

"If I can reach the Saint level like me, it will take 100 million yuan crystals."

"One hundred million..."

The corner of Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly, this Sherlock is really stupid and rich!

In the entire Southern Witch Territory, there are probably a large number of warriors who have such needs.

This is indeed a way to make money quickly!

"What is the place you are talking about?"

"I really don't know this."

Sherlock shook his head, "I only know that the place seemed to be called the Hall of All Souls. I immediately saw myself standing in front of a huge stone sculpture, and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I had already been After I was sent to that place, I also gained the power of a saint in my body. I guess I became a pseudo-sage. After that, I never came into contact with the Hall of All Spirits. After all, I had basically spent all the wealth I had accumulated over the past few decades. empty."

"Wanling Palace... look into my eyes."

In Ling Feng's eyes, the yin and yang fish floated, the Emperor's Eye opened, and the memory was read.

Sherlock stared into Ling Feng's eyes, lost his focus for a moment, and then fell into a daze.

From his memory, Ling Feng searched for information about the Hall of All Souls, and Sherlock did not lie.

The Hall of All Souls was indeed very mysterious, and he had never even seen anyone in the Hall of All Souls. All the disciples wore identical ghost masks, and there was no verbal communication.

"It's really a mysterious place, but the more mysterious it is, the more interested I am in finding out. But... that's all."

Ling Feng shook his head and murmured to himself: "If there is a chance in the future, I would like to meet the Ten Thousand Spirits Palace, but before that..."

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes. His purpose in coming to the Southern Witch Territory was first to regain the catalog of the gods that had been taken away by the Witch God Cult.

As for other things, let’s put them aside for now.

As for what the All Souls Palace is planning, he has no time to be distracted now.

"boom!"

Raising his hand, Ling Feng directly destroyed Sherlock's Dantian. Sherlock was in pain, growled, and suddenly woke up, "You...what did you do?"

"I fulfill my promise, I will not kill you, but I will destroy your Dantian. As for you, of course you will be handed over to Lao Wei to punish you!"

Ling Feng shrugged. He had already obtained all the information he wanted to know. This fat man was no longer useful.