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Chapter 235: Head Pulling Technique
This is……

Memory tracing?

Omen induction?

Or... Time Chasing?
Do not!
None of this is possible!

Facing the other party's ferocious, cold, and murderous eyes, Lin Chen looked back expressionlessly, his eyes were also extremely cold.

At the same time, one idea after another came up in his mind, but he quickly rejected it directly.

According to the information he just received, the other party should be the same as the Zhentian Zhentian of the Qingyun Sect, a true disciple of the previous generation, or even a top foundation-building cultivator hidden by the Xuanyin Sect, capable of impacting Jindan.

But in any case, he is still a monk who has not even reached the golden core.

And according to his research over the years, the monks who established the foundation could not do this step at all!
If he could really achieve this step, wouldn't his research and experiments over the years have been cultivated on dogs? !

And even if the opponent is promoted to Jindan, it is still impossible!

After all, I just borrowed his image from Xuanyin Moxiu's heart to create this head cemetery, and I didn't even see his real body.

If the other party can simply recite his name by himself, or see the corresponding scene, he can go back to the source and lock his position, then this is different from the peak existence of the legendary [God three feet up] What's the difference?
'So the other party definitely did not trace my existence through memory, I can be sure of this! '

'If this possibility is ruled out for the time being, the only explanation right now is that the other party has pre-empted tricks on this Demon Cultivator! '

'If a certain critical moment is reached, the other party can forcibly seize control of the body and even the soul of the demon cultivator, thereby refining it into an avatar! '

'But the problem is, when I checked the soul of the demon cultivator just now, I didn't plant any other means besides the restriction... Wait, the restriction? ! '

As if trying to understand something, Lin Chen's eyes narrowed, and he stared coldly at the inner sect disciple in front of him who had been trained by the top magic cultivator of the Xuanyin sect to become an incarnation outside his body.

If he guessed correctly, the restriction located in the soul of Xuanyin Moxiu is not only used to keep secrets, but also to refine it into an incarnation outside the body at critical moments, and provide it to the high-level Xuanyinmen for remote control!
'In doing so, you completely treat your own people as one-time tools. Is it worthy of being called a demon cultivator? '

"You are very wrong!"

The Xuanyin Demon Cultivator who was possessed by Elder Feijiang stared at Lin Chen like a poisonous snake, and said coldly.

"In my induction, you are obviously just a monk in the Qi refining period, but the method just now is not something that a Qi refining period can have at all!"

"But these small tricks are nothing more than worth mentioning. But you, the restriction planted in the soul is not only used to keep secrets, but also used to refine your own people into incarnations outside the body, and use curses to control them remotely."

Lin Chen lightly flicked his fingers, and said the reason lightly.

"Treat yourself as a tool that can be discarded at any time, you demon cultivators are more ruthless than I imagined."

Hearing these words, Elder Feijiang's face became even more gloomy, his eyes carried a cold killing intent, and he said in a cold tone:
"You are very smart and know a lot, but sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing, so..."

"Damn you!"

The next moment, Lin Chen only felt a strange and cold aura, which instantly enveloped his whole body!

On Xuanyin Moxiu's side, the whole body below the head, at some point, became like a mummy. This is the essence and blood that burned his whole body!

Apparently, within a short time of communication just now, Elder Feijiang directly burned the body and soul of this demon cultivator, turning all the power into a head-dropping curse technique!
"This is one of my Xuanyin sect's head-dropping curse methods - [Head Pulling Technique]!"

With a sinister smile on his face, Elder Feijiang didn't attack Lin Chen. Instead, he put his hands on his neck, and then, he pulled out fiercely!
The shriveled body was directly separated from the intact head, and after such a pull, it was taken off directly!
At the same time, on Lin Chen's side, he only felt a cold breath, directly invading his body, and even made him lose control over his body and the true energy in his body.

Afterwards, the true energy in his body rushed to his neck, not only that, his hands, as if being forcibly held by a pair of cold and stiff dead hands, were also slowly and firmly placed on the neck.

puff!
Accompanied by the sound of blood gushing out, Lin Chen and Xuanyin Moxiu unexpectedly pulled their head out of their necks in the same step!

The next moment, a hideous gash was cut in Lin Chen's neck, and blood gushed out, staining the surrounding ground red in just a short moment.

However, his head rolled from his hands to the side, and was not connected to his neck.

Such a scene directly frightened Li Dazhu on the side to the spot.

"Jie Jie Jie, no matter how many methods you have, you can't use them! Then today, you will die here!"

The head of the demon cultivator who also rolled to the ground did not die for a while, but sneered wantonly.

With this curse method, almost no one under the golden core can escape his plot.

After all, no matter how powerful a monk is, as long as he does not reach the golden core, transform into a spiritual body, and his head is separated from the body, he will definitely die!
'There is another little guy, but it doesn't matter, just kill this weird guy, this waste and send another disciple to hunt it down...Huh? ! ! ! '

His head fell to the ground, Elder Feijiang glanced at Li Dazhu out of the corner of his eye, and thought casually.

But at the next moment, he lost his body, lost his soul, and the luster in his eyes gradually dimmed. Flying Devil Cultivator who was about to lose his consciousness and perception seemed to see something very terrifying, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"This, this is impossible!..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a foot wearing cloud boots was raised high, and then, he stomped down hard!

boom!
The demon cultivator's head lying on the ground was directly trampled into a mass of flesh and blood!
On the other side, Li Dazhu, who had been watching the battle, also shrank his pupils suddenly and froze in place.

Because in front of his eyes, the headless corpse of Lin Chen who lost his neck stood there upright. The corpse was stained with coagulated blood, and the gaping wound on his neck was hideous and terrible, and it was still going on at this moment. The remaining blood dripped out.

But at the next moment, he actually started to move, stepping forward step by step, came to the head of Moxiu, and then stepped down!

"No, can stand up and move without a head?! Then, is that still a human?"

He muttered to himself, feeling a creepy feeling in his heart, his legs went limp, and he fell directly to the ground.

And then, something that made him feel even more horrified happened. This headless body walked up again, came to Lin Chen's head, slowly picked it up, and then pressed it on his neck.

In the next moment, the neck that was still bleeding out began to solidify slowly, and granulation sprouted from the broken wound, and as time went by, it returned to its original state!

In the end, Lin Chen's originally stiff face, as if slowly returning to normal, began to reappear, a sneer.

Immediately afterwards, he snapped his fingers, and faint flames flew out of his hands, directly burning the withered body and broken head on the ground into ashes all over the sky.

This head-plucking technique may be fatal to other monks below the Golden Core level.

But for Lin Chen, the main body has been transformed into a half-spirit body, which cannot be harmed at all, let alone this flesh and blood clone controlled by him.

"The method of lowering the head, the technique of pulling the head?"

Lin Chen stroked his neck with his right hand, shook his head a few times, made a creaking sound, and said with a smile on his face:
"Having said that, the types of spells in the world of cultivating immortals, and all kinds of weird methods, are really interesting."

(End of this chapter)