The Feng Zun Journey
Information Scratching
As the sinister green eyes of the black-robed elder focused on Feng Zun, a strange and sinister soul imprint suddenly struck the sea of Feng Zun's consciousness.
“A mere Nirvana cultivator, dares to use soul arts to attack me?”
Feng Zun's gaze became deep and unfathomable.
Bang out!
As the power of his spiritual senses began to circulate, the soul force of the old man instantly exploded like a piece of paper.
uh!
The black-robed old man coughed up blood, and his soul seemed to be in pain, he immediately lost his composure.
It's bad!
Not wanting to delay any longer, he immediately turned around to escape, it was just that Feng Zun had somehow come from nowhere and had suddenly appeared in front of him.
Feng Zun stretched out his hand and gripped the neck of the man in black clothes, lifting him up high as if he was a chick.
This sight left Zhenyu, Zhuan Long, and Yin Ying stunned for a moment.
"It seems like I've never known you, so why are you attacking me.?"
The old man saw that Feng Zun said with a sinister look.
The black-robed old man before him was in late stage Nirvana, but the aura emanating from him was sinister and ferocious. He had most likely practiced a perverted demonic art.
However, Feng Zun did not recognize him at all.
The black-robed old man thrashed around like a madman, but even after exerting all his might, he remained unsuccessful.
However, upon hearing Feng Zun's question, he looked calm, "Daoist Fellow, it seems like this is all just a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstand me?"
Feng Zun raised his brows, a faint smile appearing on his face.
The man in black said hurriedly, “True, earlier I was just testing my abilities, and I just wanted to see how capable you are..”.
As he had just said this, Feng Zun exerted strength through his fingers, which then wrapped around his neck.
It was so painful that in his field of vision everything turned dark, and he almost lost consciousness.
"Quick, pull back your power!"
The black-robed old man again said, “I am Deacon Fu Cheng from the Heavenly Devil Prison. If you dare to kill me, then a great disaster will definitely befall you soon!”
The Heavenly Devil Prison!
The moment they heard this, the expressions of Wang Yutong, Meng Cangwu, and the others changed. It was a terrifying faction from another world that had long subdued Zhou Great, and ascended to the top!
"Indeed, as I thought."
Feng Zun looked enlightened.
He had long since realized that the black-robed old man was practicing a perverted demon technique, and he guessed that he was most likely related to the Heavenly Devil Prison.
Keep in mind that not all demon cultivators use heretical techniques within their factions, only those who utilize the souls of living beings to cultivate, which are considered as heretical streams.
"You already know, but why do you still dare not to let go of me?"
The man who calls himself Fu Cheng.
As Feng Zun spoke, his spiritual senses shot out like the tip of a sword, piercing through Fu Cheng's sea of consciousness.
His face was pale, it seemed that Fu Cheng's soul was suffering greatly, and he could not help but cry.
However, a moment later, Feng Zun retracted his spiritual senses and said, "If you're from the Heavenly Devil Prison, why would they place the Soul Seal inside your body?"
The Soul Seal was an extremely tyrannical secret art, when their souls were being traced, then the Soul Seal would explode, destroying his soul completely!
That was why Feng Zun immediately withdrew his spiritual senses.
Fu Cheng's face was deathly pale, Feng Zun's methods frightened him. His expression changed, and he said, “That's no secret, and there's no reason for me not to be able to tell you. Every expert from the Heavenly Devil Prison who entered the Luo Mainland, had a seal within their souls. This is to prevent the enemy from seeking the truth through our souls and finding secrets within our faction."
Feng Zun nodded.
Such a method was indeed common in heretical sects.
Even the top ancient Daoist and Buddhist orthodoxies would provide soul protective seals to their disciples. That way, if one tried to trace his soul, they could defend themselves and neutralize the threat.
“I will give you a choice, if you want to answer my question, then I will let you die quickly. Otherwise, I will give you, the true meaning of the phrase 'life worse than death, ' ”
Feng Zun said calmly.
Even if he was unable to search for the old man's soul, he still had a method to get the answer he wanted from him.
"What do you want to know, fellow Daoist?" Fu Cheng asked.
"Why did you ambush me tonight?" asked Feng Zun.
Fu Cheng looked hesitant, “You have ruined my plan! I don't want to take it for granted, so I certainly want an explanation. ”
Feng Zun was stunned, but then, he seemed to understand something, "You controlled the wave of ferocious beasts that attacked the city for the past three days?"
"That's right."
Fu Cheng nodded.
"What are you doing that for?"
Fu Cheng was speechless, and his expression turned erratic, “It involves the secrets of the Heavenly Devil Prison. Even if you kill me, don't even think of getting any answers from me!”
"Oh?"
Feng Zun extended his hand, grabbed Fu Cheng's Soul Binding Flag, and examined it.
The bloody and terrifying energy within was almost visible, and the smell of blood pierced his nostrils, making him want to vomit.
"You are collecting blood essence," said Feng Zun. His forehead wrinkled in disdain, “You want to use the blood essence of everyone as food to purify the demon heirloom, or perhaps, to perfect the 'Devil Spirit.' Am I right?"
Fu Cheng stiffened, and his eyes widened in surprise.
“In all of Zhou the Great, ferocious beasts ran rampant, and flares filled the sky. Obviously something unusual is going on. After all, if the beasts were crazy, they would have gone crazy for some reason, ”
Feng Zun again said, “Now it seems that it is your Heavenly Devil Prison that caused the tides of wild beasts from behind the scenes.”
Fu Cheng's forehead was sweating coldly, and he looked at the white-robed young man in front of him in disbelief, his lips quivering. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he held back.
"Feng Zun's gaze was deep and elusive as he looked at Fu Cheng and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you did this to train the Demon Spirit army to help you expand the territory further in the Luo Land."
When he heard this, Fu Cheng could not help but shout, "How did you know?"