"Take them all away and interrogate them to find out what happened. Then, behead them all and exterminate their families.”
Ying Zheng's cold voice echoed around the lakeside.
Immediately, the clanging sounds of armor clashing with the saber on his waist rang out continuously, filling the surroundings with a murderous aura.
"Your Majesty, spare me, spare me!"
"It's all Hou Sheng's fault!”
"Don't, don't kill me."
Dozens of necromancers from the Alchemy School were dragged away. Suddenly, cries rose and fell one after another. It was extremely noisy.
At this moment, the necromancers from the other sects were already trembling in fear. They were all drenched in cold sweat.
This was really like accompanying a tiger. One second, he was enjoying wealth and luxury, and the next second, he was beheaded and executed.
A moment later, the voices of the dozens of alchemists who were dragged away finally faded away until they could no longer be heard.
Ying Zheng looked at the necromancers who were kneeling in front of him with a cold gaze, then slowly walked to the front.
"Do you have anything to say now?”
Ying Zheng's cold voice traveled into the ears of the remaining thirty necromancers, causing them to tremble all over.
However, everyone had long been frightened to the point of turning ashen. They were as silent as cicadas in winter and did not dare to make a sound.
"Xu Fu, don't you want to say something?”
Ying Zheng turned his gaze to Xu Fu, who was hidden among the necromancers and was in the leading position.
"Hou Sheng and the others refined poison pills and plotted against His Majesty. They deserve to die ten thousand times.”
Xu Fu was no longer as extraordinary as when he was in Pei County, let alone as an immortal. He only felt that his entire body was soaked in cold sweat, and it was uncomfortable.
"Han Zhong, what about you?"
Ying Zheng's eyes then fell on another middle-aged necromancer who was standing in front of him.
"Hou Sheng and the others deserved to die. It can be seen that burning pills to refine mercury not only can't prolong one's life, but it's also quite poisonous!”
Han Zhong was the leader of the alchemists who cultivated Qi Refinement and guided the sect. Seeing that Ying Zheng did not reprimand Xu Fu after his answer, he was shocked and quickly expressed his loyalty. In the end, he did not forget to stomp on the alchemists who burned pills and refined mercury.
"All necromancers of the Refinement Guiding Sect, step forward!”
After hearing Han Zhong's words, Ying Zheng's voice, which was filled with killing intent, reached the ears of all the necromancers present.
"What?"
"The fire is on our heads?"
After hearing Ying Zheng's words, almost all the necromancers present felt their hearts skip a beat. The necromancers from the Qi Refinement Guidance Sect were so frightened that their legs almost went soft.
Han Zhong's face, which had just recovered a little blood, turned pale in an instant.
"What's wrong? Aren't you all willing to take a step forward?"
Looking at these necromancers who were trembling in fear, Ying Zheng felt even more humiliated. He had been deceived by this bunch of trash for so many years.
At the thought of this, Ying Zheng's face darkened.
After hearing Ying Zheng's words, these necromancers from the Qi Refinement Guidance Sect dared not stay still. They dragged their soft bodies and took another step forward.
"Tell me, what was the spell you performed in front of me?”
Ying Zheng said coldly.
"Your Majesty, spells can only be converted into magic power after you've successfully cultivated Qi."
Han Zhong still wanted to use the previous theory to convince Ying Zheng.
But soon, he was stunned. Ying Zheng came up to him and stretched out his hand in front of him.
"Since you've succeeded in refining Qi, come and let me experience it!”
Ying Zheng looked at Han Zhong with an unsightly expression.'This guy still doesn't want to give up, and is still talking nonsense. He really thinks I'm a fool.'
" Your Majesty, I've told you before that Qi is an intangible thing. Others can't sense it. It can only be displayed through spells. For example, our spells such as extracting objects from a pot of oil, refining water into ice, lighting lamps on the wall, and so on are all the use of Qi…"
Han Zhong gritted his teeth and insisted on fooling them. He wanted to turn all the tricks of the various families into spells. After all, things like " qi " were still up to them.
Moreover, when practicing the so-called Qi Refinement guidance, there were indeed people who imagined that they had cultivated "Qi", but in fact, it was not the kind of real feeling, let alone magical power.
However, before Han Zhong could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
"Your, Your Majesty, have you cultivated your Qi?？？”
Han Zhong was completely dumbfounded. At this moment, Ying Zheng was holding the back of his hand, and he could clearly feel a stream of energy flowing out of Ying Zheng's hand, circling through the meridians on the back of his hand before returning to Ying Zheng's hand.
"So you know why I asked you this question!”
Seeing Han Zhong's dumbfounded expression, as if he had seen a ghost, Ying Zheng finally felt a little better.
Finally, it was time for him to turn the tables on mysticism.
The quality of the genuine Qi sent by Li Jing was very high, and there were also a large number of rare medicinal herbs to supplement his body, which was why Ying Zheng's internal cultivation method had made remarkable progress.
Although it was impossible for him to channel his Qi into a person's body like he did with the initial success stage of the internal cultivation technique, Ying Zheng found that it was still possible for him to channel his Qi into a person's body at the contact point.
" Impossible, impossible, Your Majesty. How did you manage to cultivate Qi? Even we couldn't succeed…"
Han Zhong stared at Ying Zheng in shock and horror, as if he was dreaming.
Hearing Han Zhong's words, the surrounding necromancers were in an uproar.
What was that? What did they hear? Ying Zheng had actually cultivated 'Qi'?
How was this possible?
Almost all the necromancers present could not believe what they were seeing, as they stared at Ying Zheng with their eyes wide open.
At this moment, Ying Zheng had also heard Han Zhong's slip of the tongue. As expected, these necromancers had not cultivated 'Qi'. If they could not let people feel it, then it was just a fake technique!
This meant that he had been deceived by a group of necromancers who cultivated fake techniques for several years.
"The crime of deceiving the sovereign. Drag them down and interrogate them to find out what their so-called spell is. Then, execute them and exile their nine families to Lingnan!”
Ying Zheng did not want to waste any more time talking to these alchemists who were practicing fake magic, so he waved his hand and said coldly,"
This group of people was not as hateful as the alchemist who had refined the poison pill, but they had still treated Ying Zheng like a monkey and deceived him for years. Naturally, their crimes were unforgivable.
"Your Majesty, if you learn the Dao in the morning, you can die in the evening. Tell me, how did you refine Qi?”
"Your Majesty, please spare my life. I'll immediately tell you the secret of the oil pot!”
"Your Majesty, no!"
More than ten necromancers from the Refinement Guidance Sect were dragged away by a group of elite soldiers, and their shouts gradually faded away again.
When Ying Zheng's gaze swept across the remaining necromancers, they felt as if their heads were about to fall off their heads. Their bodies had already gone limp, and they were sweating profusely, soaking the ground.
Even Xu Fu was scared out of his wits.
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