Qin Ming stretched out his finger and pointed at him in disbelief, "Despite everything, I still fell into your scheme!"
"Young people, old people are still spicy."
Qing Cang smiled and said, "Hurry up and release me, then kneel down and beg for my forgiveness!"
"Haha..." Qin Ming suddenly laughed loudly, "It's a pity that you, an old ginger, will only lose the rice by stealing the chicken."
"How dare you! How dare you be so disrespectful!"
Qing Cang was furious, "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin! If that's the case, then I have to do it myself!"
Qingcang cast a spell to control Qin Ming's body.
"That's it?"
Qin Ming said, "Well, it seems that your method has failed."
"Impossible! Why are you not under my control?"
Qingcang's eyes widened.
"It's not strong enough. How about trying harder?"
Qin Ming joked.
"It's unreasonable, you're going to make the world laugh! If you practice the life-and-death calamity, you will definitely be under my control! I don't believe you can resist!"
Qing Cang roared.
He really increased his strength and used all the power he had accumulated over the years to control Qin Ming's body.
In the end, it still failed! Qin Ming stood there calmly, watching Qing Cang cast the spell as if watching a good show.
Qing Cang had veins popping out on his forehead, and there was a rare trace of panic in his eyes.
The situation seems a little bad.
After trying a dozen times, they all failed.
He collapsed there slumped, muttering to himself: How is it possible, how is it possible... This is a tragedy.
"No need to try again, you can't control me."
Qin Ming shook his head and said, "It seems that you stole the chicken but lost the rice. Thank you very much for giving me this ancient prison!"
"How did you do it?"
Qingcang's face turned gloomy.
"The life and death tribulations I practice are a little different."
Qin Ming said calmly.
"I see."
Qing Cang understood, "Have you improved the calamity of life and death?"
"Almost."
"It is indeed a gift given by God."
Qingcang smiled bitterly, never expecting that he would be defeated here.
There is actually someone in this world who can change the calamity of life and death. He was not unjustly defeated.
"Qin Ming, I think we can still discuss it.
Can you release me?"
"Do you think I'm that stupid?"
Qin Ming smiled.
"I have been sealed in the ancient prison for so many years. I am old and weak. I am afraid that I will not be able to beat a child when I get out. Can't you have pity on me?"
"To tell you the truth, not only will I not let you out, but I will also strengthen your seal!"
Qin Ming said.
"Then just kill me! I don't want to endure such repression anymore."
"Kill you?
That's a good idea."
Qin Ming shook his head, "Killing you is equivalent to saving you.
Do you think I can't see it?
Have all your body parts been resurrected?"
In this rift between life and death, Qing Cang is immortal and can be resurrected no matter how many times he is killed! This is only possible if Qing Cang is killed in the outside world.
Or, like the Emperor of Heaven, who has the power to kill all causes and effects, he can directly destroy everything related to Qing Cang through the air.
There are rumors that there is a deeper power that can erase names.
By then, the world will not even know who Qing Cang is, and will have forgotten all about the calamity of life and death, leaving only a blank space in his mind.
Of course Qin Ming couldn't do it, so he could only suppress Qing Cang and didn't even dare to kill him.
Qingcang's face suddenly changed, showing a fierce look, and he cursed: "I curse you! Curse you for the rest of your life, and you will not die a good death!"
"It's just incompetence and rage."
Qin Ming shook his head and waved his hand.
Boom! The power of the ancient prison came and strengthened Qing Cang's seal.
"As well as Qingcang's body parts, we can't let them get lost!"
Qin Ming looked outside through the ancient prison.
… Outside the ancient prison, on the altar of life and death, the Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord was still waiting patiently.
"What's going on?
You haven’t come out for so long?”
He frowned, "Did it fail?
Another bunch of trash!"
"Oh, what a failure! It's a pity that such a good opportunity has been missed."
"Only taking out Qing Cang's eight body parts, but without his head or his soul, it's useless."
He shook his head and sighed. He was only one step away from success, but he still failed. It was such a pity. It could only be said to be God's will.
"That's all, let's find a new group of members to come in. As long as we keep trying, we will eventually succeed.
It's a pity that my body has fallen and I can't arrange it myself. It's been too long, too long..." At this moment, Qingcang's eight body parts trembled violently, and he let out a deafening roar: "Ah ah
Ah! Oh my God, where did you find the helper?
Did you find that Qin Ming?"
"That's right, the helper I found.
He is an outstanding young man who is born with great luck."
The Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord smiled and said with some pride, "If it weren't for him, I'm afraid it would be difficult to save your eight body parts.
This is gratifying progress! Although I failed to achieve the last step, it is still a good result. Instead of being angry, you should thank him!"
"As expected, you were the one who found me, and you killed me! The Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord, his mother, my Ganlin mother...￥%＠…%...&!＠" Qing Cang cursed loudly, using all kinds of dirty words.
The obscene words spewed out, and then the sound gradually subsided until it disappeared.
The smile on the face of the Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord was frozen there, a little inexplicable, and he whispered: "This Qingcang has been sealed for too long, has he gone crazy?
I rescued eight of his parts, so you just don’t want to thank me, but you still scold me?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient prison suddenly swelled up, erupted with terrifying power, and broke free from the suppression of the Altar of Life and Death.
A mysterious power was transmitted and turned into black chains. Qing Cang's eight body parts were directly tied up by the prison chains and pulled back into the prison.
The Nine Tribulations Immortal was stunned, stood up suddenly, looked at the prison, and had a bad premonition in his heart.
The next moment, his bad premonition quickly came true.
In the prison, the door opened, as if it had turned into a giant beast devouring the sky and the earth, locking the altar of life and death, and pulling it towards the prison door bit by bit.
"No..." The Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord looked horrified, looking at the ancient prison in disbelief, and finally understood why Qing Cang just cursed.
As he expected, Qin Ming's figure appeared on the prison door, opened his arms to the Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord on the altar of life and death and said: "Welcome the Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord home."
"You control the ancient prison?"
The corners of the Nine Tribulations Immortal's mouth twitched.
"That's right, thanks to your gift, if you give me this ancient prison, I will accept it without mercy."
Qin Ming smiled and said, "Nine Tribulation Immortal Lord, you also escaped from the ancient prison. Although you have fallen, you should return home to bury your fallen leaves..." "Where is Qing Cang?"
The Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord's voice was old and gloomy, as if he had instantly turned into a dying old man.
"I strengthened the seal to ensure that he can enjoy the warmth of home."
Qin Ming smiled and said, "Stop dawdling, come in quickly and be with Qing Cang."
The Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord looked at this gloomy prison, and a trace of fear arose in his heart, which was a mark imprinted deep in his soul.
As long as you are a felon imprisoned by the ancient prison, no matter you are alive or dead, the ancient prison can lock you back from the air! Otherwise, with the altar of life and death of the Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord, how can you be easily locked up by the prison of life and death?
Being tied up, how can it be difficult to resist?
"Qin Ming, I have been trapped in prison for half my life. Even if I die, I cannot die in it.
Want my fairy weapon?
Dream on!"
The Nine Tribulations Immortal Lord smiled coldly, and then directly detonated the altar of life and death.