A burst of anger instantly rushed to Changsheng's forehead. Changsheng frowned and stood up, then came outside the hospital with Hun Li.
Several aunts and ladies didn't know what was going on, so they followed closely.
"The fact that the general came here means that the people who came from Xuanwu Sea have missed. I admire him very much."
A middle-aged man in white robe said.
Not far from the entrance of the courtyard, six small Yuan Ju Yuan masters and a dozen or so Ningzhen masters were surrounded in a fan shape.
"Ya-ya, are you done? I can't kill you, so I'm giving away my head for free. Are you interested?" Chang Sheng said without fear.
"Hmph, we still don't know who gave away his life for free?"
As one of the middle-aged men in black robes spoke, he waved, and another young man pulled out a dozen men, old and young, from behind them.
These are all immortal neighborhood leaders, and they are all warriors and even mortals.
Their appearance immediately caused the aunts and ladies behind Chang Sheng to explode.
"Lao Yang? Ah~~I will fight with you."
"Brother Tiger, please let go of my brother Tiger."
"Why are you arresting them? Let go of my man."
Several women shouted and were about to rush forward. The young man in the white robe waved his hand, and they all fell to the ground and fainted.
"I have no interest in killing these warriors and mortals unless necessary. It's just that we need to know something. With these people at hand, the general will naturally not be too impulsive."
The middle-aged man in white robe looked at the frowning Changsheng and said.
"Mother, mother. Brother Changsheng, they are all bad people, please beat them quickly."
One of the boys, only six or seven years old, cried loudly when he saw the women falling to the ground.
"You little bastard, shut up."
The middle-aged man in black robe said and slapped the little boy directly. The little boy fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth and nose, and his life or death was unknown.
But before the middle-aged man in black robe could take back his slapping hand, a white light flashed from his body.
The middle-aged man in black robe was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his waist.
"I hate it when people threaten me with friends." As soon as Changsheng finished speaking, the upper body of the man in black robe slowly slid down from the base of his legs.
"No, no, elder, help me, elder, help me."
The upper body fell on the ground, shouting feebly, and his whole body was as old as skin and bones.
"Haha, the devil is a devil. He is indeed ruthless as expected. If you are so eager to take action, you are not afraid that I will kill all your neighbors."
The leader, the white-robed middle-aged man, didn't even look at the fallen man and said to Changsheng with a smile.
"You are here to find me, not to kill these others."
"Besides, don't mention that you have six Xiao Juyuan, even if all ten of you are Xiao Juyuan, if the two of us risk our lives to leave, there is no way you can keep us."
Chang Sheng looked at the dozen or so people one by one coldly and then said:
"When I leave, there will be plenty of time to find you one by one, and then I will make it impossible for each of you to survive or die."
The middle-aged man in white robe's face gradually turned cold: "Let's wait until you can leave."
As soon as the words fell, six young Juyuan strongmen rushed towards the Changsheng duo.
Changsheng instantly released seven crab men, and Hun Li bore the brunt to face the white-robed middle-aged man.
"Child Devil, look what this is?" When the two parties were about to fight, the middle-aged man in white robe shouted loudly.
He was holding a transparent jade bottle in his hand. In the jade bottle, a dark gray soul was twisting and running rampant.
The soul seemed extremely panicked and in great pain. When it saw Changsheng, its mouth opened and opened in pain as if it was saying something.
"Uncle Chen?"
Changsheng recognized that the jade bottle was Uncle Chen's soul, and also recognized that the jade bottle was a soul-capturing bottle specially used to torture souls.
With a wave of his hand, the seven crab men stopped and retreated behind them, with Hun Li also standing beside them.
Mortal souls are extremely fragile because they have not been cultivated.
Under normal circumstances, let alone soul extraction, even searching for souls requires going through purgatory-like torture.
Moreover, during the soul extraction process, once the soul is damaged in the slightest, it will immediately fly away.
It would take at least two or three hours to extract a mortal's soul completely without any damage.
In other words, Uncle Chen experienced at least two or three hours of purgatory-like torture during the process of having his soul extracted.
After the soul was extracted, it was placed in a soul-capturing bottle and suffered endless burning pain.
"A little Juyuan strongman actually tortured a mortal like this? Are you worthy of being called a strongman?" Chang Sheng said coldly.
"Hahahaha, let's not talk about whether you are strong or not. General, think about it carefully. If these people are killed because of you, their souls will also be destroyed because of you. Even if you leave, will you feel at ease?"
Seeing that all the crabs stopped, the middle-aged man in white robe laughed and said.
"Sir, Uncle Chen is dead, and his soul will still dissipate even if he is saved. It's better to let him suffer less."
Hun Li couldn't help but transmit the message.
The middle-aged man in white robe also saw the anger and sadness in Changsheng's eyes, and waved his hand with a smile.
A man wearing a hooded blue robe walked out from behind him.
"General Changsheng, do we meet again?"
"Weng Ziren? Nanli Dynasty?"
"That's right, it's me. I have to thank you, the Mingque Dynasty, for planning ahead and leading you here. Otherwise, we really wouldn't be able to do anything in Mingque City."
Mingque City couldn't take action, naturally because Mr. Tu was there.
However, the Mingque Dynasty's advance plan left Changsheng puzzled. However, Changsheng also knew that this answer could not be obtained from Weng Ziren.
"You should be the one who took away Uncle Chen's soul, right?"
Changsheng remembered that Weng Ziren was searching for his soul in the woods that day.
"Yes, it's me. General, do you think I'm skilled in this technique? Hahahaha." Weng Ziren laughed proudly.
"Tell me, what do you want?" Changsheng looked at Weng Ziren and made a helpless expression.
"Hahahaha, okay, okay. General, don't be in a hurry, let's do it the same way. How about giving your monsters to me first?"
The middle-aged man in white robe said with a smile.
"Okay, but you also have to give these neighbors to me."
"Of course they will give it to you, but you need to hand over your monsters to me first."
Chang Sheng did not hesitate and ordered the seven crab men to walk in front of the middle-aged man.
The men were about to use the chain to bind him, but they were stopped by the middle-aged man in white robe: "Use the stone rope to tie up, and tie a few more ropes."
Dozens of black dragon tendons tied up the seven crabs, with at least three or four tied to each crab.
"You are cautious. You actually know that the Yuan Chain cannot lock them. Is it time to hand them over to me now?"
"General, thank you for your praise. You guys showed up suddenly without any real energy protection. How can you be careless?"
After the middle-aged man in white robe finished speaking, more than a dozen neighbors were brought to Changsheng's body.
With a wave of his hand, Hun Li placed them and Aunt Zhong and others, who had fainted on the ground, into Uncle Chen's yard.
"What now?" Changsheng asked, looking at the middle-aged man.
"Now it's time for Mr. Weng to take action and get what he wants."
"General, as long as you cooperate, I will release your uncle Chen's soul and let him dissipate on his own. Otherwise, I will let him suffer in this soul-destroying bottle forever."
While the white-robed middle-aged man spoke, six other young Juyuan strongmen slowly surrounded Hun Li.
"Don't worry, I have no intention of touching your friend, and the employer has not paid him any money. When the matter is over, he can leave on his own."
The middle-aged man in white robe looked at Hun Li and said.
"Master Weng wants to search for souls, right? Don't go to such trouble, and I'm also afraid of pain. I'll open the sea of consciousness, and you can just enter my sea of consciousness."
After Chang Sheng said this, everyone was extremely surprised.
Is this devil sick? If you search for souls, the most you can do is endure pain.
Even if the pain is really painful, at least you are still yourself, and with luck, you might still be alive after the soul search.
But if you let others enter your sea of consciousness, taking your body is a trivial matter.
People like Weng Ziren who specialize in soul power can even directly refine your soul in your sea of consciousness.
"What? What do you have to worry about, Master Weng? I just want to die happily. And I think you have no interest in seizing the body or refining the soul of someone with my level of cultivation, right?"
"Master Weng, I advise you to be cautious."
Seeing Weng Ziren who was about to make a move, the middle-aged man in white robe frowned slightly.
"I want to see what this person who can refine the Heaven-level Xuantian Pill has in the sea of consciousness?"
Weng Ziren said that his soul flew out and entered the eternal sea of consciousness.
At the same time, the colorful turtle's back appeared and stood in front of the squatting Changsheng. At the same time, six more crab men appeared to surround him and protect him.
Seeing Changsheng's movements and the sudden appearance of the crab man, the middle-aged man in white robe instantly felt something was wrong.
Damn it, why did six more appear?
While he was cursing, Hun Li Hun's shadow suddenly flew out and flew towards his head in an instant.
While the young man in the white robe smiled contemptuously, an unsealed soul-destroying bottle appeared in his other hand:
"Hmph, knowing that you can swallow souls, we have already been prepared."
Seeing the black soul shadow entering the soul-capturing bottle, the white-robed middle-aged man had not had time to be happy, but the soul shadow directly penetrated the soul-capturing bottle and entered his heavenly spirit.
At this time, Weng Ziren stood firmly in place without any movement, but the face of the middle-aged man in white robe twisted sharply, with a painful expression.
After being stunned for a breath, the remaining six small Juyuan experts immediately attacked Hun Li's body.
Because in any case, after the monk's soul leaves the body, the body loses any defense.
The soul without a body will either take away someone else's body, or it will dissipate and die.
It was impossible for them to harm the body of the middle-aged man in white robe, and they could only hope that Hun Li would not succeed in seizing his body.
With just one attack, Hun Li's body was shattered into pieces.
The six people turned and attacked the Crab Man who was protecting Changsheng. Because the Crab Man only had the combat power of Ningzhen Cultivation, he could only passively defend while protecting Changsheng.
The face of the middle-aged man in white robe was still twisting violently. After a long cup of tea, he finally regained his composure.
Then he became gloomy, then looked at Changsheng, and slowly drew out the sword from his waist.
