Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 457: Clone in Exchange for Secrets

There is no way a split soul could give itself up.

Now there are only eleven clones left. The happiness may not be eleven, but the pain is definitely there.

If one person is humiliated, the other ten will suffer.

God knows what the peddler will do with his body?
"I am very interested in your sealing ability."

The peddler said.

The five sense organs of the split soul immediately huddled together again, and a chill rose in his heart.

This was even more terrifying than the peddler's greed for his own body. Just thinking about the corpses entangled in the tree stumps was enough to send chills down one's spine.

He didn't expect that the other party looked down on him, but still wanted to collect his abilities.

That’s right, the peddler loved to collect all kinds of abilities and claim them for himself. That strange tree was created by him, and even those weird plants in the Holy Church were all created by him.

The name of the tree is Soul Devouring. It means it swallows everything. True essence, spiritual power, and magical energy, all of these can be its nourishment.

When he created these things, he mixed the techniques of refining instruments, so in some ways, the plants under his hands were born as his magic instruments, magic treasures, and spiritual treasures.

It is like a human-faced sunflower, which has become an offensive magic weapon from the moment it takes shape.

The Soul-Devouring Tree does more than just devour. Look at the puppets hanging on it. The Soul-Devouring Tree can give them the abilities it has devoured!
Therefore, in terms of the understanding of soul division, it is no exaggeration to say that this grove is the peddler's lifeblood.

He wanted his own clone, which was equivalent to asking for his own life.

How could he, who was so afraid of death, be willing to do so? He shook his head and refused without even thinking.

"This is impossible. I can't trade my life for it. Let's change the conditions!"

The peddler looked at him with disdain and sneered, "Tsk! That's the only thing on your body that I can barely appreciate. Everything else, including your most proud spiritual treasure body, is garbage in my eyes."

He mocked mercilessly, saying that only such low-class people could regard trash as treasure.

If the sealing ability of the split soul was not different and could arouse his collecting habit, he would have chased the person away long ago.

Fenhun was angry, but he couldn't refute it. In terms of background, the peddler was indeed qualified to say such words.

But it really makes me angry when he says it so directly.

"I'll give you one more chance. If you want, go and die. When I'm no longer interested, I won't accept your request even if you beg me."

The peddler looked at him with a playful expression, "The secret of this kid is only stronger than your broken copper and iron. Which one do you think is more worthwhile, a life in exchange for a way to become stronger?"

This really touched the heart of Fenhun.

Indeed, if this secret can also make me stronger, I can still give up the life of a clone if I grit my teeth.

The soul hesitated for a moment, then looked up. He finally made up his mind and gave it!

but not now.

"After I get the secret, I will leave this clone to you."

He was particularly careful because before the secret was revealed, the value of the secret was still at the stage of speculation.

It's not his style to trade his life for something unknown.

But unfortunately, this was the peddler's style. He shook his head and directly rejected the request to split his soul.

"No business is ever completely safe. Either you keep your life and take a chance, or get out."

Want to hold back? How could he let the other party do what he wanted?

There is no safe business in the world.

But he must make a steady profit!
The split soul was once again extremely conflicted. The other party did not give it any way out at all. It had to either go into the woods now or get out of here.

Just when the peddler was getting a little impatient, Fenhun suddenly gritted his teeth and decided to take the gamble!

After he resolutely turned around and walked into the grove, he ran out in shame in less than a moment.

"How about you come in and help me? I can't bring myself to kill myself..."

……

When Tianbo Ferry returned to its original location, he leaned over and looked down to see that the land plate within a radius of one mile was cut neatly and cleanly, leaving a hundred-foot deep pit.

When several people fell down one after another, their expressions were extremely ugly.

Che Dapao was shocked by the incomparable destructive power of the powerful man on the divine platform. Quan Xiaotong had a gloomy expression and looked at the deep pit for a long time without saying a word.

Ling Wu Ce looked around from time to time, his expression was as panicked as a frightened bird. He was very opposed to coming back here. After all, the identities of these two guys were different. If they really died here, the fifth floor would be a mess.

"Don't be so nervous. They've left and they won't be coming back."

Quan Xiaotong spoke with a serious face.

Judging from what was left at the scene, the other party not only left, but also took Han Yu away.

"Then it's over."

Ling Wu Ce's expression changed and he muttered to himself.

Considering Han Yu's repeated behavior of disrupting the other party, if he was taken away, he would be dead for sure.

"not necessarily."

Quan Xiaotong looked at the deep pit and the traces of ice around it. If death was inevitable, why would the other party go to the trouble of moving land?

"It seems that the other party is also targeting Han Yu. This should be considered good news."

Ling Wu Ce was a little dumbfounded. Is this good news?

"If he can come up with an idea, it means Han Yu will not die for the time being. If he is not dead, it is good news."

Quan Xiaotong finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Han Yu was not dead, there was still some hope. If he was dead, there would be no hope at all.

The pressure from the corpse refining lineage is too great, the fifth floor cannot rely on Han Yu alone.

"Do you think the Mohist mechanism and Elder An's approach is feasible?"

Elder An was naturally the great elder of Piao Miao Sect who had no choice but to sell himself to the fifth floor. Quan Xiaotong had not witnessed the scene at that time with his own eyes, so he could not make an accurate judgment on Elder An's method.

Ling Wu Ce pondered for a moment, and finally nodded firmly.

Elder An's method might not be impossible. According to what he said at the time, he had already climbed up to the altar.

This shows that the path is correct.

Unfortunately……

"He also said that it's not enough to just go up to the altar, you have to sit firmly on it."

However, Elder An has already made it clear that none of these old guys from the Nine Sects can keep their position, and it has nothing to do with their strength or their realm of mind.

What is missing is the mysterious artistic conception.

“If the fifth floor provides resources, will they dare to try again?”

Quan Xiaotong asked with a frown.

try again?
Ling Wu Ce's face tightened as he thought back to the devastating scene before. If it happened again, he would be courting death.

These old guys who value their lives may not be willing to do so. Not to mention being willing, they probably won’t even want to watch it happen again.

"They probably don't dare."

"What if we make all the necessary preparations, expel all the outsiders in advance, and Han Yu is not here?"

Quan Xiaotong could probably guess that Han Yu's bad luck had played a role in the incident. If only one person was left at the scene, the thunder might not have reached the point of destroying the world.

"Then we have to find Elder An. He is the only one who might be willing to try."

Ling Wu Ce thought about it and sighed, then became confused again.

"Every time I use that thing, the resources consumed are terrifying. Is it worth it?"

Quan Xiaotong did not hesitate at all to answer his question.

"worth."

All fears come from the inequality of strength. If one can really find an effective way to step onto the divine platform, it will definitely be a great merit to the entire Central Continent.

"What about Han Yu?"

Ling Wu Ce said with some concern.

"I can't save him, and I don't have the strength to save him. Now I really hope that he is a plague god like what Tianjilou said."

Quan Xiaotong was helpless. They didn't even know where the person had gone. Even if they knew, they didn't have the ability to do it.

He could only place his hopes on that inexplicable quality in Han Yu.

(End of this chapter)