Another deafening bell rang, and all the foundation-building powerhouses present once again felt the violent vibrations in their souls, which was so painful that they wanted to scratch their heads.
"Do you understand now? If you don't understand, then I will explain it to you idiots.
This bell is called the Soul-Capturing Bell, and it is a secret treasure specially designed to attack the human soul.
The drumstick in my hand is a secret treasure that is matched with this clock.
If you want to activate the soul to attack, this drumstick and this soul bell are indispensable.
You idiots don't even have a basic understanding of this clock, so you want to try to get such a treasure?
What a daydream and wishful thinking.
As early as a hundred years ago, our seniors in Tianshu Pavilion obtained the drumstick in this secret treasure, which is the one in my hand. Without this drumstick, how could we obtain such a secret treasure."
Zang Qingshu said proudly.
"Tibetan Blue Book, I admit my mistake. Now that you have obtained the treasure, I don't want this secret treasure anymore. But remember the Hidden Blue Book for me. Sooner or later, I will have to settle this debt with you."
The speaker was a young man with a beard. After giving the Tiangqing book a fierce look, he turned around and left.
However, as soon as the strong man turned around and took a step, the soul-shaking bell rang again, and the bearded young man stumbled to the ground.
The weak and fallen young man held his head in his hands and stared angrily at the blue book.
"Zang Qingshu, what do you mean? You have already obtained the treasure, and I won't take it away from you. Do you still want to kill him quickly?"
The bearded young man roared angrily.
"Haha! Everyone, you'd better cooperate. I didn't ask you to leave. You'd better stay here honestly."
Zang Qingshu said with cold eyes.
"Zang Qingshu, what exactly do you want to do?
You don’t want to kill all of us here.”
A foundation-building warrior asked angrily.
"That's right, Zang Qingshu, don't go too far as a human being.
We don’t want the baby anymore, why do you want to keep me waiting?”
"Hahaha..." Looking at the many angry masters of the foundation building stage, Zang Qingshu burst out laughing again.
"You don't have to be afraid. You are all the leaders of the major forces, and you are also the sect masters of the future cultivation forces. I, Zang Qingshu, will not dare to kill you all even if I am lawless.
Otherwise, I, Zang Qingshu, will not be able to withstand the anger of so many of your sects after leaving this battlefield site."
"Hmph! You just know the consequences of killing us.
Since you know you can't kill us, why don't you let us go."
Facing the angry Foundation-building warrior, Zang Qingshu laughed again and said.
"You are all left here. I just want to ask you to do a favor."
Facing Zang Qingshu with a sinister smile on his face, everyone frowned and looked at Zang Qingshu warily.
"Help, how can we help you."
"Haha! This senior brother asked a good question.
What can you do for me?
Of course, you are helping me collect this ancient clock secret treasure.
You see, this guy is so big, how can I charge him?
"Zang Qingshu smiled evilly again.
“As I’m asking for your help, I also have to tell you the origin of this soul-destroying bell.
You should also be able to see that this soul-destroying clock has a little sense of autonomy.
Why does it have autonomous consciousness?
Because when this treasure was originally cast, a resentful spirit that had lived for thousands of years was sealed inside.
If I want to completely conquer this ancient clock secret treasure, then I must please the resentful spirit inside?
How to please this resentful spirit?
This resentful spirit told me that he likes to drink human blood. Where should I get blood?
I thought about it and finally came up with a way, that is, each of you can donate a little bit of your essence and blood, which can be regarded as a favor to Zang Qingshu.
Don’t worry, all managers, I, Zang Qingshu, will remember your kindness. I can swear to God, as long as each of you gives me three drops of essence and blood, I will never harm your lives and let you go immediately.
What do you think?"
Zang Qingshu said with a wicked smile.
"Zang Qingshu, you fucking fart.
You want to get this secret treasure, you want to please the resentful spirits, then that is your fucking business and it has nothing to do with us, so why should we donate our blood?
You have to offer your own damn self.”
A grumpy warrior cursed angrily.
Although the others did not speak, they all glared at Zang Qingshu angrily.
Essence and blood are not ordinary blood.
That is the essence tempered by warriors with their energy and spirit.
When fighting in the margins and encountering danger, a drop of blood essence can be stimulated, which can enhance the warrior's combat effectiveness in a short period of time.
However, warriors would not use this method easily.
Because every time you use this secret technique, your vitality will be greatly damaged.
The consumption of a drop of essence and blood cannot be recovered for ten or eight days.
This Tibetan Qingshu opened his mouth and asked for three drops of essence and blood. In other words, it would take at least a month to return to his peak state. How could these strong men not be angry?
However, facing the angry eyes of many strong men, Zang Qingshu's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he looked at everyone present coldly and snorted coldly.
"Everyone, you must understand the situation you are facing now. You should understand that if I want to negotiate with you easily, I am giving you face.
Do you think you have the right to bargain with me now?
Let me tell you, you are not qualified to bargain with me now, you have only one choice now, that is to give me three drops of blood, and I will let you go immediately, otherwise."
After saying this, Zang Qingshu smiled coldly, suddenly waved the drumstick in his hand, and hit the ancient clock next to him hard.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
This time, Zang Qingshu rang the ancient bell three times. Even Li Erdan's soul was powerful enough, but under such attacks, his soul was shaken to the point that it could no longer bear it, and the sea of consciousness was rolling violently.
, the pain is so unforgettable that it makes one want to hit him head on and die.
This time I wasn't pretending, this time it really hurt.
However, looking at the other people, it was even more unbearable. They were all lying on the ground in pain, holding their heads in their hands, and their expressions were a little distorted.
"Haha! Have you figured it out now?
Should you cooperate with me and give me three drops of blood and ask me to let you go, or should you not cooperate with me and ask me to use this soul-destroying clock to torture you?
There is a limit to my patience. I will only give you three numbers to choose. If you pass three numbers, you will know the consequences.
"one."
"two."
Everyone was glaring at Zang Qingshu angrily, but at this time, he and others were being held hostage, and none of them dared to speak out in anger.
If eyes could kill, the Tibetan Blue Book at this time would definitely become a sieve.
"how?
Are they all tough?
This young master is going to count to three."
However, just as Zang Qingshu finished speaking, a sarcastic laugh sounded.
"Zang Qingshu, do you really think you can manipulate us at will?"