Yun Qishen

"Go on." Yun Qishen stood in front of Mo Langqin with his arms crossed over his chest.

Mo Langqin's mouth was dry, and he even took out a bottle of spring water from his storage ring and poured it into his mouth, "What are you still talking about... I won't say any more. I have said everything I need to say... I won't say any more..."

"And the details of that technique."

When Mo Langqin heard Yun Qishen asking for this, the water he had just swallowed almost choked him to death, "Ahem, come on, young master, are you still asking me to explain this to you again? This is too devilish..."

Yun Qishen raised his hand and patted Mo Langqin on the back, "Hey~ I know you have an extraordinary memory, comparable to a human brain computer. I'll give you more money, just keep talking."

"This is not a question of whether to pay more or not." Mo Langqin was startled and quickly dodged to the side. He was afraid that Yun Qishen would be unhappy and hit him and cause internal injuries.

"I'll give you three more days of freedom."

Looking at the three fingers that Yun Qishen stretched out, Mo Langqin decisively and resolutely refused, "Even if you give me three days of light, I am really speechless now. It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I haven't seen the content of that technique. I know that the techniques of Tingcha Mountain Sect are all taught in secret, and disciples of the sect can't touch them at all. Besides, everyone has restrictions in their bodies. It's obvious that their leader doesn't want this technique to be passed on to others, and even doesn't hesitate to kill his own disciples. In addition, the demon pill they are talking about must be achieved through refining. Since the process and use cannot be asked, why don't you ask them directly about their real purpose, young master?"

He clearly said that he didn't have the energy to speak, but he still said so many words. Yun Qishen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and question Mo Langqin's real lung capacity.

"Didn't I ask them? They said they took the demon pills because they hated the demon race so much."

Seeing Yun Qishen's serious expression, Mo Langqin smacked his lips and said, "That's not the purpose I'm talking about..."

"What's the purpose of that?"

"Hiss... How about this, young master, you control their minds, and I will ask them myself." Mo Langqin glanced at the disciples of Tingcha Mountain Sect below, and finally stopped at a disciple who was glaring at him, "Let's take him, he was staring at us just now, he must know something."

"Row."

Yun Qishen was about to speak out to control the situation, but unexpectedly the chosen disciple suddenly shouted.

"Sacrifice—"

"Shut up!" Yun Qishen sensed something was wrong and quickly used his mind to control his mouth and confuse his consciousness. However, he was too anxious for a moment and failed to control the range of the spell, which even affected Mo Langqin beside him.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Yun Qishen moved closer to Mo Langqin and patted him, and Mo Langqin returned to normal.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry."

"What's going on?" Mo Langqin shook his head. His mind was like a snowy screen just now.

Yun Qishen retracted the range of his spell to control the disciples of Tingcha Mountain Sect. He went on to explain, "This guy wants to trigger the ban. He even wants to kill all the disciples around him."

Mo Langqin couldn't help but gasp, "Is this... so absolute? So what are you going to do now, young master?"

"I have cut off all of their hearing and eliminated the sound from their minds. They won't think of anything at the moment. But I have used up too much of my mental energy inside the barrier. This is not a solution. If it drags on for too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to control so many people."

Yun Qishen's power is not infinite. Everyone has their physical limits, not to mention that this barrier is still absorbing their power. Most of the power that was not controlled just now has probably been absorbed by the barrier.

"I have a way to help the Demon Lord." Jihua Youshu on the side spoke up, and she took out a few wooden roots and handed them to Yun Qishen, "Here are the tentacles of my tree demon clan. Just break off a finger-width and put it into the body of an ordinary person, and their brains will become chaotic and their movements will become stiff. My fellow demons will also use these tentacles as medicine to relieve worries."

Yun Qishen took a look at the roots and didn't notice anything wrong, so he nodded, "Well, okay, I'll trouble the priest to put these roots into their bodies." Jihua Youshu quickly cut the roots into small pieces and put them into the throats of the Tingcha Mountain disciples one by one.

Mo Langqin noticed that Yun Qishen looked a little tired, so he leaned over to ask, "Young Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just my eyes are a little tired. Do you have eye drops? Give me a bottle later and then we'll continue." Yun Qishen blinked slightly and focused his attention on the disciple he had just selected.

Mo Langqin cleared his throat and asked the disciple, "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're here to catch monsters!"

The disciple mumbled a few incoherent words, "Secret realm...divine beast...spiritual pearl...demon pill..."

"Why is he suddenly speaking incoherently?" Mo Langqin frowned, not quite understanding.

Yun Qishen also explained, "In order to prevent the prohibition in their bodies from being triggered, I deliberately blocked all their thoughts related to the word sacrifice. It took a lot of effort."

"Thank you for your hard work, young master. However, I was able to hear some key information, such as the mysterious beast spirit pearl."

Yun Qishen nodded slightly and then turned to look at Jihua Youshu, "Indeed, and their goal coincides with yours, priest. So what is in this secret realm? What is the beast that can only be defeated with a magical tool made of spiritual gold guarding? There is definitely more than just a gem there."

Facing Yun Qishen's questioning and suspicious gaze, Jihua Youshu's face showed no obvious emotion. She just replied calmly, "Well... our demon race also has things to hide. It doesn't matter if the Demon Lord doesn't want to get involved in this matter. The relationship between our races will not change. As for the cold lake water, I can go and get it myself after I finish dealing with things here. I won't bother you, Demon Lord."

"That was not what I meant."

"What do you mean, Demon Lord?"

"It's not that I don't want to help you, but no matter how you think about it, there must be someone..."

Before Yun Qishen could finish his words, a disciple of Tingcha Mountain Sect who had not yet been put into the tentacles suddenly broke free from Yun Qishen's control and shouted.

[Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice! ]

"What's wrong with them?!" Yun Qishen was shocked at first, then he pulled Mo Langqin over and opened a black air barrier in front of him.

[Hahahaha!] The disciples of Tingcha Mountain Sect laughed out loud one after another, their mouths opened wide, and the more they laughed, the crazier they became.

"Be careful to protect yourself!" Jihua Youshu also realized something was wrong and quickly asked the monsters in the barrier to be on guard.

【boom--】

As the disciples of Tingcha Mountain Sect exploded collectively, the barrier that sealed Yun Qishen and the others also exploded. It turned out that these disciples had become the weak point of the barrier!

The black gas dissipated, and Yun Qishen looked at the other immortal sect disciples who suddenly appeared around him in surprise, wondering, "What is this?"

"How did the barrier break?" Mo Langqin was surprised. He turned around and saw familiar clothes and outfits. "Aren't those people on the opposite side from Jing Lingshan?"

"Hmm?" Yun Qishen also followed Mo Langqin's gaze, and ended up meeting Yun Qiqing's gaze directly.

Yun Qiqing looked at them and the wandering monster and blood stain in front of them with a puzzled look on his face, "Yun Qishen?"

(End of this chapter)