In the dark dungeon, Qing Yu, dressed in dark gold armour and wearing a mask, marched into the deepest part of the dungeon.
Here was the half-body man, sealed by a heavy spell formation and restrained by forbidden elements.
Seeing this familiar figure arrive, the half-body man pulled out a raw smile and said heatedly, “Heh heh heh —— It’s been almost three months now, you’ve been searching my soul every time you’ve arrived, but every time, you’ve come back with no success.”
The one locked in the deepest part of this dungeon is none other than one of the eight tribes of the Nalanda Temple, Mokhuloka. A few months ago, Mokhuloja and the remaining three contaminated the Dragon Vein by casting a severe poison in Mengzhou, and when they left, they were intercepted and killed by the war beast Heaven Slayer.
Two of the four fled and one died a horrible death, leaving Mo Huluojia alone to be brought to Qing Yu in a half-disfigured body.
“It’s not quite a fruitless return, every time I can search for a little something new.” Qing Yu stood with his hands folded and said indifferently.
“But you will never be able to unearth the secrets of that Rotterdam Temple, even if you let me die.” Mo Huluojia’s laughter was very smug and acerbic.
That Ragged Temple had placed a very strong seal in Mo Hulaga’s mind, and even the most powerful could not reach the secrets therein, and a hard attempt would only lead to Mo Hulaga’s tragic death.
“I can’t see that you are quite loyal.”
It was impossible to tell. Generally speaking, the greatest characteristic of a person like Makhuloka, who is not a good person at first glance, is that he is afraid of death.
But in reality, Makhuloka’s toughness was completely at odds with his outward persona. Every soul search is the most profound form of torture, as it stimulates the brain and the spirit so much that the average person would become an idiot or die.
But Mo Huluojia, who had been subjected to seven soul searches so far, had not been crushed by the hellish torture each time, and his mind was still sane, but his personality was even more insane.
“Ho-ho, to be a member of the Eight Tribes, one’s loyalty to my clan can be seen by the sun and the moon, you are delusional if you want to get secrets through me.”
Mo Huluojia’s smile became even more smug as he stared into Qing Yu’s eyes, as if he wanted to see the look of chagrin on Qing Yu’s face through this mask.
But disappointingly, Qing Yu’s eyes were forever ancient, like a pool of ice-cold autumn water.
“I see, it seems to be true that death will not bow down.”
“That’s ——”
Before Mo Huluojia could show his smug face, Qing Yu, who was originally outside the cell, had appeared in front of him at some point, and then his white palm pressed on his head, and the familiar feeling struck the genitals once again.
Soul search, another soul search.
“It’s no — use, I will never —— give in!” Struggling to raise his eyes, Moguloja’s gloomy face was at this moment full of death and determination.
He cherished his life, but he was not afraid of death either.
“I don’t need your submission, I just want – your memory.”
The vast divine sense entered Mokhuroja’s mind with a crushing force, forcefully digging into his memories. And unlike the previous seven times, this time the divine sense was extremely brutal, making the seal visible in no time.
In Mokhu Roja’s original spirit, a shadow sat firmly in place, suppressing all external demons for him.
Brahma, this was the name of the master of this shadow. During the several soul searches, there was still a small harvest, and each time a little fragment of consciousness could be collected.
It was through these consciousnesses that Qing Yu learned about the image of the twin heavens of that Rotterdam Temple today. Brahma and Exterminating Heaven, the twin heavens of that Ragged Temple, the supreme being who had completely refined the Three Phase God divine Artefacts.
Had it been before, when he saw this shadow appear, Qing Yu should have withdrawn for the time being, but this time, the strong divine consciousness was all but unconcerned and broke through the shadow in one fell swoop, entering the deeper layers of consciousness.
If Brahma himself were here, Qing Yu would not have been able to break through the seal so easily, but Brahma had only left a shadow behind, so it was impossible to stop Qing Yu.
However, after breaking the seal, Mokhuloka also began to crumble, his spirit spilling out and quickly turning into nothingness.
“It’s not that easy to die. Blood Vault.”
An incomparably dense blood light emitted from the palm that was pressing on Mo Huluojia’s head, and the Yuan Qi of Creation and Life was continuously injected into Mo Huluojia’s body from Qing Yu’s palm, the power of Creation and Life, forcing the collapsing Yuan Shen to be subdued.
After absorbing the Nine Pillars of Heaven Crystal, Qing Yu’s Blood Vault had also reached an overwhelming level, and the strong vital energy of life could force even a dead man with no vitality to stand up and bounce around for a quarter of an hour before he died.
“Aaaahhhh-”
When the seal was broken and the disintegrated vital energy was forcibly gathered, Mokhurokha, who knew what had happened, let out a frenzied roar of extreme anger.
He could only let out a wild roar, his power was clamped down by the spell formation and the forbidden yuan lock filling the seal, even the recovery power of a Tong Shen realm powerhouse was suppressed, and the destroyed lower half of his body had not shown a single sign of recovery until now.
Even without these seals, with the strength of Mokhu Roja, he would not be able to escape Qing Yu’s grasp at all.
He did not have to wait long, but in just a few breaths of time, Qing Yu had already unearthed all of his memories. Removing those irrelevant things, Qing Yu also had a general understanding of the current situation and plans of the Nalanda Temple and the PeaC*ck Remnant.
“Boom…”
Letting go of his palm, he allowed the half-body of Mokhuloja to fall to the ground.
“So, refining Vishnu’s divine weapon, the Narayan Pestle? You have really brought me good news.”
A satisfied voice came to his ears, and the last thing Mokhu Roja saw was the departure of the dark golden figure, before falling into a dead silence.
The Blood Dome was able to forcefully gather Mo Huluojia’s spirit, but when the power was withdrawn, he was still D*mned to die, and Qing Yu had no thoughts of saving him.
Walking down the pa*sageway of the dungeon, Qing Yu’s mind was still reverberating with the news he had just obtained from his soul search.
Two of the Three Phase Gods’ divine weapons had already been refined, and the remaining one was refined by the Emperor’s Lord Indra. However, due to the lack of the necessary factors, Indra had delayed in refining the Narayan divine mortar and pestle successfully.
This necessary factor was the blood sacrifice of the authentic Buddhist monks. Nalanda Temple intended to use the blood of Buddhist monks in the Central Plains as a sacrifice, and in the short term, Indra would move into the Central Plains and wash the ground with the blood of a thousand Buddhas to obtain the power contained within the Nalayan Pestle.
Indra, like Auspicious Heaven before him, is a powerful man who is already close to the realm of supremacy, and he is even stronger than Auspicious Heaven.
If he obtained the power contained in the divine pestle, Indra would be able to step into a new realm.
And Qing Yu’s immediate intention was to give a little boost to Narayan Temple’s plans.
In the past few days, the momentum for the unification of the Buddhist sect has been established, and Shi Jue of the Great Zen Temple has led all the experts to visit all the Buddhist temples in the Central Plains to pave the way for the unification of the Buddhist sect.
The momentum has been created, but before it burns completely, Qing Yu intends to throw a pot of cold water on it.
