"Hehe. Are you lying to the ghost!" Han Ming sarcastically.

Ning Zhuo's voice became cold: "Since I don't want to cooperate well, I can only force myself."

As he said that, Ning Zhuo took out the tools from his arms.

They are mechanical needles of varying lengths and thicknesses.

"What are you going to do to me?" Han Ming was also panicked when he saw the hunchback approaching him step by step.

Ning Zhuo said gently as much as possible: "If you bear it, some of the needles of some mechanisms are a little thick and may hurt a little."

More than a dozen small dolls of the mechanism, each carrying several mechanical needles, climbed up Han Ming's whole body.

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

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

After a while, more than a dozen mechanical needles were inserted into her body, all joints, key acupoints, and even the front and back of her head.

Some fine needles are fine, but some thick needle mouths are slowly bleeding.

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

As he controlled his machine needles, large and small, kept rising and falling on Han Ming's body, trembling slightly. Some needles were stirred in Han Ming's body, and some were spinning outside the body.

"Ah--!" Han Ming's scream came out again, almost piercing the listener's eardrum.

The severe pain caused her to twist her whole body. Her slender fingers grabbed the cold and thick iron chains tightly, and soon her fingertips bleeded because of excessive force.

But this pain and the pain caused by acupuncture are completely ineligible.

Ning Zhuo was fully focused and began to activate the magic weapon in the dantian of the divine sea!

The treasure seal is like a mountain, entrenching in the sea of ​​gods, and the golem at one end begins to emit red magic light.

The magic light soon appeared on the mechanical needles of all sizes and penetrated Han Ming's whole body.

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

Han Ming's screams gradually decreased, and a strong sense of fear captured her fiercely.

Because she felt that her body was uncontrolled, she began to operate the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Technique!

"No, no!" Han Ming's pupils shrank to the size of a needle point, but he could not stop.

Soon, the exercise of the martial arts reached a certain level and began to draw out Han Ming's soul foundation.

Ning Zhuo let go of his hand at the right time and open the soul-catching shuttle.

The soul-catching 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-catching shuttle gently pierced into her chest.

The soul-catching shuttle begins to start.

Han Ming would never have expected that she would have such a day!

She slaughtered thousands of people and harmed countless people. One day she will deal with her master.

The one who uses the soul-catching shuttle is not someone else, but she is herself!

The soul-catching shuttle trembled gently.

The soul elites that Han Ming had accumulated throughout his life were completely purified and gradually instilled into the soul-catching shuttle.

As the soul essence gradually approaches the upper limit of the soul-catching shuttle, the entire soul-catching shuttle begins to emit a slight cold light.

After a while, the soul-catching shuttle returned with a full load and was captured by Ning Zhuo again.

Han Ming's face was pale, and his whole body seemed to have his bones removed and he fell down. He was locked by iron chains and iron hooks, and he maintained his standing posture.

"You, what did you do to me?"

"What kind of method is this?"

Han Ming raised his head and stared at Ning Zhuo in horror.

"Are you a disciple of the Phantom Sect? Just now, the Vicious Technique?"

"Or the one from the Bewitching Sect? Did you use the Bewitching Sect on me?"

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

Her whole body was trembling, and her heart was trembling. Her previous confidence and confidence were wiped out and completely disappeared.

Under the Cang Tiehan Armor, Ning Zhuo had already shed two nosebleeds.

My Buddha's heart is a demon seal, I will save myself and become a Buddha, and I will be a demon against others.

Using the magic seal of my Buddha's heart alone can affect goals of the same level, but often only in a moment. If you face the goal of higher cultivation, the impact will be even more limited. You must follow the goal thinking and cannot be directly tampered with.

But if you use other needles for assistance like now, the impact will be increased.

Just now, Ning Zhuo issued an order to Han Ming through the Heart Seal - to operate the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Art, so that the foundation will be given to the people in front of him.

With the help of the mechanism needle, Han Ming really did this.

Even if she doesn't want to!

"In the secret record of the mechanisms left by my mother, there are also cross-stick heads, dry-stick heads, and king-stick heads. Unfortunately, I don't have enough cultivation and can't use more powerful ones."

"At present, we can only use this kind of stick."

Ning Zhu's mother was originally a mechanic monk. Most of Ning Zhu's mechanics' attainments come from her mechanic secret records.

The head of a rod is like lifting a thread, and is the second mainstream way to control the creation of the mechanism.

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

Of course, even the character Wang can't do this level by relying on the head of the stick alone. Unless Ning Zhuo's cultivation is far superior to Han Ming, or his mechanism's attainments skyrocket hundreds of times.

What really caused qualitative change was my Buddha's heart demon seal!

Ning Zhu gradually figured out the usage of this combination.

The advantages are obvious, while the disadvantages are that the target of being exerted will soon become a consumable.

Ning Zhuo did not rush to absorb Soul Jing, but carefully checked Han Ming's injuries.

"The skill of practicing both sides is quite good, and the body has successfully transformed into corpses in many parts of your body. This will make you persist for longer, very good, very good." Ning Zhuo praised.

After hearing this, Han Ming could no longer hold on and was so angry that he fainted.

at the same time.

Meng Chong rushed back to the city lord's mansion.

He came to the practice room and did not want to waste it for a moment, so he started to disperse his rituals directly.

Super talent - running wildly!

His body shone with lightning, and the three treasures of energy and spirit fell rapidly.

The lightning encouraged his dispersal skills, and the effect was amazing!

Meng Chong's eyes were filled with lightning, and he screamed in surprise: "At this speed, at this time, I will completely disperse all my magic power tomorrow and can re-train it!"

"I learned it, I understand!"

"Running and thundering is my greatest capital. From now on, I will be brave and fearless, go all out, charge forward without any scruples!"

Meng Chong was immersed in the joy of breaking through.

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

"Sure enough, as long as I keep expressing my nature, the more talented I can manifest and strengthen it!"

"Old Sun, it's amazing. Hahaha!"

Underground cell.

Ning Zhuo doesn't care about Han Ming who has fainted.

He came to the next room, opened the armor, held the soul-sucking shuttle in his hand, and gently touched his skin with another tip.

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

Ning Zhu took a step back, his pupils suddenly dilated, and an extremely comfortable feeling filled his whole body and mind.

It's like jumping into the lake during the dog days of summer.

His soul foundation quickly increased, and soon exceeded his sixteen years of growth and accumulation, and it doubled!

But the soul essence in the soul-catching shuttle has only consumed half of it.

After a few breaths, the soul-catching shuttle was empty, and the previous faint cold light disappeared completely.

"Comfortable, so comfortable." Ning Zhuo's spirit was greatly boosted and he felt unprecedentedly good.

Then, he noticed something strange.

He felt his left arm was slightly warm.

"What's going on?"

Just like Meng Chong's mood, he was also surprised and happy: "Is my talent triggered by the fever in my left arm? Did it begin to manifest?"

Ning Zhuo became anxious.

If the conditions for triggering can be found, then he can continue to implement, cultivate, and encourage talent, and ultimately make it fully manifested.

“What’s the reason?”

"Because I absorbed pure soul essence?"

"Is it because I have dealt with the demon cultivators, punished sins, and maintained the right path in the world?"
Chapter completed!