Chapter 42: Who is the Demon that Crosses People with a Staff?

"Heh heh heh. You're trying to fool a ghost!" Han Ming scoffed.

Ning Zhuo's voice turned cold: "Since you don't want to cooperate nicely, then I have no choice but to force you."

Saying so, Ning Zhuo took out his tools from his bosom.

They were needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, all part of a complex mechanical device.

"What are you going to do to me?!" Seeing the young Daoist approach him step by step, Han Ming panicked.

Ning Zhuo tried to be gentle as he said: "Just bear with it. Some of these mechanical needles are a bit large and might hurt a bit."

A dozen mechanical automatons, each carrying several mechanical needles, climbed onto Han Ming's body.

"You old thief, just kill me... Ah!"

Han Ming's body convulsed, and she threw her head back and screamed. The shrill cries echoed in the prison cell, sending chills down one's spine.

After a moment, needles were distributed all over her body, at various joints, vital points, and even around the front and back of her skull. Some were fine, but blood slowly trickled from the openings left by the coarser needles.

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and used a secret art to control these mechanical needles.

With his control, the needles rose and fell continuously, trembled slightly. Some of the needles stirred inside Han Ming's body, while others spun outside.

"Ahhhh!" Han Ming's screams rang out again, almost piercing the eardrums of those who heard her.

The excruciating pain caused her to twist her body uncontrollably, her slender fingers gripping the cold, thick iron chains tightly. Soon, her fingertips were broken and bleeding from the excessive force.

But this pain was nothing compared to the agony brought on by the needles.

Ning Zhuo focused his mind and began to activate the magical treasure within his spirit sea, the Myriad Buddha Heart Demon Seal!

The treasured seal, like a mountain, sat within his spirit sea, and the demonic aspect on one side began to emit a red demonic light.

The demonic light quickly manifested on the mechanical needles, permeating Han Ming's entire body.

The next moment, a pink heart seal shot out from Ning Zhuo and directly into Han Ming's heart.

Han Ming's screams gradually diminished, and a strong sense of fear gripped her tightly.

She felt that her body was out of control and was actually starting to circulate the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art!

"No, no!" Han Ming's pupils shrank to pinpoints, but she could not stop.

Soon, the cultivation art reached a certain point and began to extract Han Ming's soul foundation.

Ning Zhuo released his grip at the right time and opened the Soul-Seizing Shuttle.

The Soul-Seizing Shuttle did not fall to the ground but was controlled by Han Ming to float slowly in front of her.

Then, the tip of the Soul-Seizing Shuttle gently pierced her chest.

Han Ming never would have imagined that this day would come!

The Soul-Seizing Shuttle, her weapon of slaughter and source of countless atrocities, would one day be used against its mistress.

And the one using the Soul-Seizing Shuttle was none other than herself!

The Soul-Seizing Shuttle trembled gently.

Han Ming's lifetime accumulation of soul essence was completely purified and gradually poured into the Soul-Seizing Shuttle.

As the soul essence gradually approached the Soul-Seizing Shuttle's capacity, the entire shuttle began to emit a faint cold light.

A moment later, the Soul-Seizing Shuttle returned fully loaded, and Ning Zhuo grabbed it again.

Han Ming's face was deathly pale, and her whole body was like a puppet with its strings cut, collapsing in on itself. Only the iron chains around her wrists and shoulder blades, with the hooks piercing through, kept her standing.

"What... what did you do to me?"

"What kind of technique is this?"

Han Ming looked up and stared at Ning Zhuo in terror.

"Are you a disciple of the Shadowcharm Sect? Was that Soul-Confusion Sorcery just now?!"

"Or are you from the Enchantment Cult? Did you use a Gu on me?"

"No, it's not, it's not any of those..."

She was trembling all over, her heart was also trembling, and her previous confidence and self-assurance were swept away, completely disappearing.

Beneath the Cyansteel Heavy Armor, Ning Zhuo already had two streams of blood flowing from his nostrils.

The Myriad Buddha Heart Demon Seal, saves self to become Buddha, uses others to become Demon.

Using the Myriad Buddha Heart Demon Seal alone could affect targets of the same level, but often only momentarily. If facing a target with a higher cultivation level, the effect was even more limited, and it was necessary to guide the target's thinking rather than directly tamper with it.

But if other mechanical needles were used to assist, as was the case now, the degree of influence could be increased.

Just now, Ning Zhuo used the heart seal to issue an order to Han Ming: to circulate the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art and transfer her foundation to the person before her.

With the help of the mechanical needles, Han Ming actually did it.

Even though she was completely unwilling!

"Among the mechanical manuals left by my mother, there are also Crosshead Staffs, Dry Character Staffs, and King Character Staffs, but unfortunately, my cultivation level is not high enough to use the more powerful ones."

"Currently, I can only use this simple Line Character Staff."

Ning Zhuo's mother was originally a mechanical cultivator. Most of Ning Zhuo's mechanical skills came from her mechanical manuals.

Staffs, like threads, are one of the two mainstream ways to control mechanical creations.

Just now, Ning Zhuo had treated Han Ming as a machine and manipulated her.

Of course, relying on the Staff alone, even a King Character Staff, could not achieve this level. Unless Ning Zhuo's cultivation level far exceeded Han Ming's, or his mechanical skills increased hundreds of times.

What really triggered the qualitative change was the Myriad Buddha Heart Demon Seal!

Ning Zhuo had gradually figured out this combination of techniques.

The benefit was obvious, but the downside was that the target being manipulated would not live long and would become a consumable.

Ning Zhuo was not in a hurry to absorb the soul essence, but carefully checked Han Ming's injuries.

"The cultivation art you practice is quite good. Many parts of your body have been successfully zombified. This will allow you to persevere longer. Good, very good," Ning Zhuo praised.

Hearing these words, Han Ming could no longer hold on and fainted with rage.

At the same time.

Meng Chong rushed back to the City Lord's Mansion.

He came to the training room, not wanting to waste a moment, and immediately began to disperse his cultivation.

Superior talent - Rampaging Lightning Rush!

Lightning flashed around him, and his Essence, Qi, and Spirit rapidly declined.

Lightning accelerated his dissipation, and the effect was amazing!

Meng Chong's eyes flickered with lightning, and he cried out in surprise: "At this rate, by tomorrow, I will have completely dissipated my magic power and can rebuild my cultivation!"

"I've learned it, I understand!"

"Rampaging Lightning Rush is my greatest asset. From now on, I must be brave, fearless, go all out, rush forward, and be reckless!"

Meng Chong was immersed in the joy of breakthrough.

He found that the more he focused on rushing forward, the stronger the effect of the Rampaging Lightning Rush, and the more he could control it.

"Sure enough, as long as I constantly express my nature, my talent will manifest and strengthen!"

"Elder Sun, you are amazing. Hahaha!"

Underground prison.

Ning Zhuo ignored Han Ming, who had already fainted.

He came to the next room, opened his armor, held the Soul-Seizing Shuttle, and gently touched his skin with the other end.

The next moment, a cool, gentle, and pure soul power flowed out of the Soul-Seizing Shuttle and poured into his soul.

Ning Zhuo took a step back, his pupils widened suddenly, and an extremely comfortable feeling filled his entire body and mind.

It was like jumping into a lake to swim on a dog day.

His soul foundation soared rapidly, soon exceeding his accumulation of sixteen years of growth, and doubled!

But only half of the soul essence in the Soul-Seizing Shuttle had been consumed.

After a few breaths, the Soul-Seizing Shuttle was empty, and the previous faint cold light had completely disappeared.

"Comfortable, too comfortable." Ning Zhuo was refreshed and felt better than ever.

Then, he noticed something strange.

He felt his left arm was slightly hot.

"What's going on?"

Like Meng Chong's emotions, he was also surprised and delighted: "My left arm is hot. Has my talent been triggered? Is it starting to manifest?"

Ning Zhuo became eager.

If he could find the conditions to trigger it, then he could continuously implement it, cultivate, and strengthen his talent, and eventually allow it to fully manifest.

"What is the reason?"

"Is it because I absorbed pure soul essence?"

"Or is it because I took care of the demonic cultivator, punished evil, and maintained the righteousness of the world?"