"Stubborn cultist, I gave you a chance, but you gave it up yourself." The bald priest sneered.

The flesh and blood of his eyebrows split, revealing a red spar embedded in it, which emitted a red light that shone in all directions, and the illusion condensed in the surrounding void instantly lost its color, and faded little by little, revealing its true face.

The gallows that imprisoned him also dissipated little by little like ashes.

Yuan Ming's face was shocked, and a black sound wave shot out from his eyebrows, enveloping the bald priest.

The bald priest raised the staff in his hand and waved, and a green glow immediately gushed out, colliding with the black sound wave, crushing the black sound wave and reflecting it on Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming suddenly felt stiff, and immediately realized that his legs had lost sensation.

When he looked down, he found that his legs were a gray color, and they had solidified into stone, and under the spread of a layer of gray light, his thighs and waist were also petrified a little.

In just a few breaths, his neck and body have all turned into hard stones.

"Are you a soul cultivator at the peak of love witches? It's just that this kind of stiff soul power doesn't seem to have been cultivated by himself. Yuan Ming moved his neck, looked at the bald priest, and asked.

The latter was slightly stunned when he heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, he didn't expect that Yuan Ming could be so calm in such a situation.

So, he didn't say any more nonsense, and came to Yuan Ming's side, his eyes suddenly widened, and his two pupils suddenly became pitch black, like two deep wells.

The bald priest's eyes were filled with a thick black mist, the two scales shone with a metallic luster, and the blue-eyed black snake with a long ruler came out of it, raising its head high, spitting out the core, and slammed into Yuan Ming's eyes.

However, a black screen phantom flashed in front of Yuan Ming, and two blue-eyed black snakes disappeared out of thin air.

The bald priest was startled, and his eyes shot out two black snakes again, pounced on Yuan Ming's body.

However, the figure of an old man in a green robe appeared in front of Yuan Ming out of thin air, and grabbed the two black snakes with one stretch of his hands, but they were scattered by ghosts.

Two three-eyed soul doves shot out from the body of the Heavenly Ghost Sanren, and their sharp hook claws grabbed the two soul snakes on the left and the right.

The three-eyed soul dove let out a scream, its claws tugging, and frantically and violently tearing the two soul snakes in two.

The bald priest let out a miserable scream, his eyes suddenly flowed red blood and tears, and the whole person's spirit became extremely astringent.

The silver thunder flashed on Yuan Ming's body, and all the petrified marks on his body shattered, regaining his freedom.

He raised his hand to do something, but stopped and waved his sleeve.

A black screen appeared, which was the Nocturnal Diagram of the Hundred Ghosts, and a white light shot out of the picture.

Yuan Ming's eyebrows also shot out a black ripple, fused with the white light.

The bald priest saw a flash in front of him, and the whole person appeared in a white space, and his body was hung on the gallows again, but this time instead of being chained, he directly pierced the pipa bone.

"Tell me, why did you do it to me?" Yuan Ming came to the bald priest, patted his sleeve lightly, and asked.

"Illusion again? It's a pity that you're only a lover, and this level of illusion can't trap me at all! The bald priest didn't care, and a pink circle of light rose again behind his head.

A divine soul power that was even more violent than before erupted, slamming into the white space.

However, there was a faint ripple in the white space, and then it calmed down, and there was no sign of cracking.

"How is this possible!" The bald priest looked horrified.

The illusion space in front of him was unimaginably strong, and he had already activated all his soul power, as well as the power that the adult had left in his soul, it was still like a grasshopper shaking a tree.

When Yuan Ming saw this scene, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

During these three months, in addition to cultivating the Demon Elephant Prison Suppression Skill, he also studied the "Dream of All Beings" rune in the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Diagram in his spare time, and used it to improve the realm of Dream Butterfly Illusion.

His Dream Butterfly Illusion realm has been stagnant for a long time, and with the help of the Dream Rune of All Beings, he has finally reached the realm of "Mirage", and he can slightly mobilize the magic power of the "Dream of All Beings" rune to help, making the power of illusion greatly increased.

Try it today, and it really lives up to expectations, and the bald priest's infinite soul power that is close to the sleeping witch can't break through.

Yuan Ming waved his hand, and the iron hook that pierced the bald priest's chest was suddenly pulled to both sides, and the heart-rending pain hit him, making the bald priest's forehead suddenly sweat.

"Although these are illusions in front of you, your physical body has not been harmed, but the feeling of pain is not fake, this is a trauma from your soul, and it is even ten times more painful than the real physical injury." Yuan Ming said indifferently.

The bald priest gritted his teeth, his brow split, and the jewel embedded in it shone again.

Only this time, before it could completely bloom with light, a long black sword shot straight out, it was the Soul Destroying Sword, straight into the center of the eyebrows.

A cracking sound sounded "pop".

The jewel in the center of the bald priest's eyebrows was pierced by the Soul Slayer Sword, turning into crystal powder and bursting open, and blood flowed down his forehead.

The bald priest finally looked frightened, and his fingers moved slightly.

He wore a small gold ring on his right hand, which was very inconspicuous and suddenly fell apart.

The golden staff suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, and exploded with a "bang".

A stream of golden light enveloped the bald priest's body, forming a golden circle in an instant, and the nearby void violently shook, turning out to be a teleportation circle.

"Want to escape?" Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows and shook his robe.

The small silver flag shot out, rising several times in the wind, and wrapped around the body of the bald priest.

The space rune array in the small silver flag was urged, the nearby void distorted, and the operation of the golden circle stagnated for a moment.

The silver light flashed in Yuan Ming's palm, and an extra silver thunder hammer appeared, which was the Thunder Gong Hammer, shooting out a thick thunderbolt and hitting the golden magic circle fiercely.

There was a loud bang, and a corner of the golden circle was shattered!

A series of changes were like lightning, and before the bald priest could react, the golden circle had completely stopped running.

"You're not Yuan Ming! Yuan Ming is just a monk who has not yet attained the Dan, it is impossible to have such magical powers! Who are you? The bald priest was dumbfounded and shouted hoarsely.

Yuan Ming didn't answer, but bowed a little.

Another thick chain burst out of thin air and pierced the bald priest's chest, and the bald priest screamed again.

He used his soul-searching supernatural power, raised his hand to grasp it, and a black qi enveloped the bald priest, penetrating towards his divine soul, and the bald priest's eyes suddenly became chaotic.

The bald priest's soul turned pink in color, and it was extremely tough, and the soul-searching magic power couldn't penetrate it.

Yuan Ming's brows furrowed, and he put away the soul searching supernatural power.

"If you dare to kill me, the Wuyue Sect will not let you go." The bald priest's eyes returned to clarity, and he roared inwardly.

"If I were afraid of the Witch Moon Sect, I wouldn't be here today, if I want to live, tell me everything here!" Yuan Ming smiled coldly and said.

The bald priest had some panic on his face, rolled his eyes a few times, and did not speak.

"It seems that Your Excellency intends to try other means, and in that case, let you have a good taste." Yuan Ming's expression became gloomy.

Before he could make any moves, the gallows instantly became a little bigger, and the tearing force of the hook claw doubled, and the bald priest only felt that his sternum was about to be torn off, and in pain, he let out a whimper and roar.

And that's not all, countless sharp blades appeared around the bald priest, stabbing into his body one after the other.

The bald priest's body was quickly punctured into a hornet's nest, and his whole body was convulsed and twisted spasmally.

"You don't want to lie to me...... Told you to die...... If I don't tell you that I will also die, I will never betray the Witch Moon Cult......" said the bald priest in a trembling voice.

"It seems that your bones are harder than I thought, so I'll be a little more serious. Since you are a member of the Wuyue Sect, you must have heard that there is a secret method of extorting confessions in the Wuyue Sect', 'Ten Thousand Silk Soul Extraction Technique', which can turn people's souls into filaments, and pull them out one by one, and they will be pumped ten thousand times before the other party's soul will be scattered, and they will not be able to reincarnate again. I haven't used this secret method since I got it, so I'll use you to practice my hands today. Yuan Ming stopped the illusion torture and said expressionlessly.

"Ten Thousand Soul Extractions!" The bald priest's expression changed drastically, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was terrified of this secret art.

Yuan Ming looked at the bald priest's expression in his eyes and smiled secretly.

The jade plate of the Venerable of the Six Desires did record this secret technique, but the Ten Thousand Threads Soul Extraction Technique required a lot of time to practice to master, and he was too busy during this time, he only knew some fur, and he had not had time to cultivate, so he could only bluff people.

As he recited the words, a layer of red light appeared on his right palm, and then gradually turned into red filaments.

"I'll give you one more chance, tell me everything, and I can spare you from dying! Otherwise, go and savor the taste of the soul. Yuan Ming said.

The bald priest's face was miserable, but his lips moved a few times, and he still didn't look like he wanted to speak.

"It seems that you have made a choice, don't have a good chance to live, but choose to die in pain, I will fulfill you!" Yuan Ming snorted coldly, and countless red threads shot out, submerging into the bald priest's head.

The bald priest felt as if thousands of steel needles pierced the depths of his soul at the same time, splitting his soul into countless pieces, and screamed miserably, the muscles on his face distorted and deformed.

"This is crying dad and calling mother? I've just started, and when I really extract your soul silk, the pain will be dozens of times greater than it is now! Yuan Ming sneered, and a red silk wrapped around the bald priest's soul.

"Dozens of times!" The bald priest's head buzzed.

The current pain is already unbearable for him, and if it is dozens of times stronger, he suspects that he will be in pain.

Seeing that the magic trick in Yuan Ming's hand changed and began to perform the Ten Thousand Silk Soul Extraction Technique, the bald priest finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Don't, I say, I say ......"

Seeing that his psychological defense line was breached, the red filaments flew out, but they were not put away, still suspended above the bald priest's head, ready to fall at any time.

"Let's be honest, who are you? Why are you targeting my Stygian Cult? Yuan Ming asked lightly, and he was relieved in his heart.

Casting the Ten Thousand Threads Soul Extraction Technique to this point is already his limit, and if it lasts for a few more breaths, I'm afraid he will be recognized.

(End of chapter)