I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

Chapter 235 The art of pulling out the head

This is……

Memory tracing?

Heavenly Demon induction?

Or... time pursuit?

No!

None of this is possible!

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

At the same time, thoughts and speculations emerged in his mind one after another, but they were quickly rejected by him.

According to the information he just received, the opponent should be a true disciple of the previous generation like Azure Cloud Sect's Formation Perfected Being, or even a top Foundation Building monk hidden in the Xuanyin Sect who is enough to impact the Gold Core.

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

According to his research over the years, the Foundation Building monk simply cannot do this!

If he could really achieve this step, wouldn't his research and experiments over the years have trained him like a dog? !

And even if the opponent is promoted to Gold Core, it is still impossible!

After all, I just borrowed the image of him in Xuanyin Demon Cultivator's heart to create this graveyard of human heads, without even seeing his true body.

If the other party can simply recite his name by himself, or see the corresponding scene, he can trace back to the source and lock his position, then this is different from the legendary top existence of "there is a god three feet above the head". What's the difference?

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

‘If this possibility is ruled out for the time being, the only explanation at the moment is that the other party has a way to deal with this demonic cultivator in advance! ’

‘If a critical moment is reached, the other party can forcibly seize control of the demon cultivator’s body and even soul, thereby refining it into an incarnation! ’

'But the problem is, when I was checking the soul of the demon cultivator just now, apart from the restriction, I didn't plant any other means... Wait, restriction? ! ’

As if he wanted to understand something, Lin Chen's eyes narrowed and he stared coldly at the inner disciple who was trained as an external incarnation by the top demon cultivator of the Xuanyin Sect.

If he guessed correctly, the prohibition in the body of Xuanyin Demon Cultivator Soul is not only used to keep secrets, but also to refine it into an External Incarnation at critical moments and provide remote control to Xuanyin Sect’s senior officials!

‘In doing so, you are treating your own people as disposable tools. Should I be called a demon cultivator? ’

"There's something wrong with you!"

The Xuanyin demon cultivator possessed by Elder Feijiang stared at Lin Chen like a poisonous snake and said in a cold voice.

"In my perception, you are obviously just a Qi Refining Stage monk, but the method just now is not what a Qi Refining Stage monk can do!"

"But these are just small means, nothing worth mentioning. But you, the restriction planted in the soul is not only used to keep secrets, but also used to refine your own people into External Incarnation, and use the curse to control it remotely."

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 ruthless than I thought."

After hearing these words, Elder Feijiang's face became even more gloomy, his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, 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!

As for the Xuanyin Demonic Cultivator, the entire body below the head has become like a mummy at some point. This is because the essence and blood of his whole body have been burned!

Obviously, within the short period of communication just now, Elder Feijiang directly burned the body and soul of this demon cultivator, turning all the power into a head-dropping curse!

"This is one of my Xuanyin Sect's head-dropping curses - [Head-plucking Technique]!"

Elder Fei Jiang had a sinister smile on his face. He did not attack Lin Chen. Instead, he put his hands on his neck, and then pulled up fiercely!

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

At the same time, Lin Chen felt a cold air directly invading his body, even causing him to lose control of his body and the True Qi in his body.

Then, the True Qi in his body surged up to his neck. Not only that, his hand, as if being forcibly held by a pair of cold and stiff dead hands, was slowly and firmly placed on his neck.

puff!

Accompanied by the sound of blood spurting out, Lin Chen and the Xuanyin Demonic Cultivator unexpectedly pulled out his head from his neck in unison!

The next moment, a ferocious gash was opened on Lin Chen's neck, and blood gurgled out, staining the surrounding ground red in just a few moments.

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

Such a scene directly frightened Li Dazhu on the side.

"Jie Jie Jie, no matter how many methods you have, you can't use them! So today, you will die here!"

The head of the demon cultivator, which also rolled to the ground, did not die for a moment, but instead showed a wanton sneer.

With this curse, almost no one under Gold Core can escape his plot.

After all, no matter how powerful the monk is, as long as he does not reach the Gold Core and transform into a spiritual body, he will definitely die after his head is separated from the body!

‘There is still a little guy, but it doesn’t matter. Just kill this weird guy, and then send another disciple to hunt down this loser... huh? ! ! ! ’

After his head fell to the ground, Elder Feijiang glanced at Li Dazhu from the corner of his eye and thought casually.

But at the next moment, he lost his body, his soul was extinguished, and the luster in his eyes gradually dimmed. The Feijiang Demon Cultivator, who was about to lose consciousness, seemed to have seen something very horrifying, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.

"This, this is impossible!..."

Before he could finish his words, a foot wearing Liuyun boots was raised high, and then stepped down hard!

boom!

The head of the demon cultivator lying on the ground was trampled into a ball of flesh and blood!

On the side, Li Dazhu, who had been watching the battle, also had his pupils shrink suddenly and froze on the spot.

Because in front of him, Lin Chen's headless corpse with no neck was standing there straight like that. The corpse was stained with solidified blood, and the gaping wound on the neck was hideous and terrifying, and it was still going on at this moment. There was residual blood dripping out.

But at the next moment, he actually started to take action. He opened his legs step by step, came to the head of the demon cultivator, and then kicked down!

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

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

Then, something even more horrifying happened to him. The headless body walked up again, came to Lin Chen's head, slowly picked it up, and then pressed it on the neck.

The next moment, the neck, which was still bleeding out, began to slowly solidify. At the broken wound, there were more granules growing out. As time went by, it actually returned to its original state!

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

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

This head-pulling technique may be fatal to other monks below Gold Core.

But for Lin Chen, his true body has been transformed into a semi-spiritual body and cannot be harmed at all, let alone the flesh and blood clone controlled by him.

"The method of lowering the head, the method of pulling the head out?"

Lin Chen touched his neck with his right hand, shook his head a few times, and made a crunching sound, with a smile on his face:

"Speaking of which, the types of spells and various weird methods in this Immortal Cultivation World are really interesting."

(End of chapter)