Chapter 235: The Art of Head Removal

This is...

Memory tracing?

Demon induction?

Or...Time pursuit?

No!

None of these is possible!

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

At the same time, one thought and guess after another arose in his mind, but he quickly rejected them.

According to the information he just got, the other party should be like Zhen Tianzhen of Qingyun Sect, a true disciple of the previous generation, or even a top foundation-building cultivator who was hidden in Xuanyin Sect and was capable of impacting the Golden Core.

But no matter what, he is still a cultivator who has not even reached the Golden Core.

And according to his research over the years, foundation-building cultivators can't do this at all!

If he can really do this, then wouldn't his research and experiments over the years be useless? !

And even if the other party is promoted to the Golden Core, it is still impossible!

After all, I just borrowed the image of him in the heart of the Xuanyin Demon Cultivator to create this graveyard of human heads, and I didn't even see his real body.

If the other party can trace back to the source and lock his position just by reciting his name, or seeing the corresponding scene, then what is the difference between this and the legendary top existence of [there is a god three feet above your head]?

'So the other party definitely did not trace my existence through memory, I can be sure of this! '

'If this possibility is temporarily ruled out, the only explanation at the moment is that the other party has a method in advance on this demon cultivator! '

'If it reaches a certain critical moment, the other party can forcibly seize the body of this demon cultivator, and even the control of the soul, and thus refine it into an incarnation! '

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

Lin Chen seemed to have figured something out. His eyes condensed and he stared coldly at the inner sect disciple who was transformed into an external incarnation by the flying elder, the top demon cultivator of Xuanyin Sect.

If he guessed correctly, the restriction in the soul of Xuanyin Demon Cultivator was not only used to keep secrets, but also to transform it into an external incarnation at a critical moment for remote control by the top leaders of Xuanyin Sect!

‘To do this is to treat your own people as disposable tools. Should we say that you are worthy of being a demon cultivator? ’

“There is something wrong with you!”

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

"In my perception, you are obviously just a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, but the method you used just now is not something that a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage can have!"

"But these are just small methods, not worth mentioning. On the contrary, the restrictions you planted in the soul are not only used to keep secrets, but also to refine your own people into external incarnations, and with the help of curses, remotely descend and control."

Lin Chen flicked his fingers and explained the principle lightly.

"You treat your own people as tools that can be discarded at any time. You demon cultivators are more cruel than I imagined."

After hearing this, the face of the flying elder became even gloomier, with a cold murderous look in his eyes, 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..."

"You deserve to die!"

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

And on the side of the Xuanyin demon cultivator, the whole body below the head, at some point, became like a mummy, which was burning the essence and blood of his whole body!

Obviously, in the short time of communication just now, Elder Feijiang directly burned the body and soul of this demon cultivator, and turned all his strength into a black magic curse!

"This is one of the black magic curses of my Xuanyin Sect - [Head Pulling Technique]!"

Elder Feijiang had a grim smile on his face, and did not attack Lin Chen. Instead, he put his hands on his neck, and then, fiercely, pulled upwards!

The already shriveled body was directly separated from the intact head, and it was directly taken off with such a pull!

At the same time, Lin Chen felt a breath of cold air directly invading his body, and even made him lose control of his body and the true energy in his body.

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

Puff!

With the sound of blood gushing out, Lin Chen and the Xuanyin Demon Cultivator actually took the same steps and pulled their heads off their necks!

The next moment, a hideous cut appeared on Lin Chen's neck, and blood gushed out. In just a short moment, the surrounding ground was dyed red.

His head rolled from his hand to the side, and was not connected to his neck.

Such a scene directly frightened Li Dazhu who was standing beside him.

"Hehehe, no matter how many tricks 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 instead showed a wanton sneer.

With this curse method, almost no one below the Jindan stage can escape his conspiracy.

After all, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, as long as he has not reached the Jindan stage and transformed into a spiritual body, he will definitely die after his head leaves his body!

‘There is another minion, but it doesn’t matter. Kill this weird guy, and then send another disciple to kill this waste... Hmm? ! ! ! ’

The head fell to the ground, and the flying elder glanced at Li Dazhu with the corner of his eye, thinking casually.

But in the next moment, the flying demon cultivator who lost his body, his soul was annihilated, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He seemed to have seen something very horrifying, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“This, this is impossible!…”

Before he could finish, a foot wearing a flowing cloud boot was raised high, and then it stepped down fiercely!

Bang!

The head of the demon cultivator lying on the ground was directly stepped into a mass of flesh and blood!

On the side, Li Dazhu, who had been watching the battle, also had his pupils shrunken and was stunned.

Because in front of him, the headless body of Lin Chen, who had lost his neck, stood there straight, with coagulated blood on the body, and the cracked wound on the neck was hideous and terrifying, and the residual blood was still dripping out.

But in the next moment, it actually began to move, stepping forward step by step, and came to the head of the demon cultivator, and then kicked it down!

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

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

And then, something even more terrifying happened to him. This headless body walked again, came to Lin Chen's head, slowly lifted it up, and then pressed it on the neck.

The next moment, the neck that was still bleeding began to slowly coagulate, and there were more buds of flesh derived from the broken wound. As time passed, it actually returned to its original state!

At the end, Lin Chen's originally stiff face seemed to slowly return to normal, and began to show a sneer again.

Then, he snapped his fingers, and a faint flame flew out of his hand, directly burning the dry body and the broken head on the ground into ashes all over the sky.

This head-pulling technique may be fatal for other cultivators below the Jindan level.

But for Lin Chen, his body has been transformed into a semi-spiritual body, and he can't be hurt at all, let alone this flesh and blood clone controlled by him.

"The method of black magic, the head-pulling technique?"

Lin Chen stroked his neck with his right hand, shook his head a few times, and made a creaking sound, and smiled:

"Speaking of which, the types of techniques and various weird methods in this world of immortal cultivation are really interesting."