"Now, let's settle the score between us." Lin Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the man in blood-clothed cage and smiled coldly, and said, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
At this moment, the man in blood clothes was really scared. Lin Beichen could trap him with a wave of his hand, which meant that he had the ability to kill him.
"I am the protector of the Blood Clothes Sect! I have a life card in the sect. If you kill me, the Blood Clothes Sect will get the news immediately. You will not be able to escape from the Blood Clothes Sect's sphere of influence."
The man in blood-clothed voice trembled, trying to use threats to make Lin Beichen stop.
"Haha, do you think I will be scared?"
Lin Beichen had a mocking look on his face and slowly walked towards the trapped man in blood.
This secret space has been sealed by him. Even if the blood-clothed man's life card in front of him is shattered, the blood-clothed sect only knows that this man is dead, but cannot know where he died.
So, what does he have to fear?
The man in blood-clothed clothes was silent. His face was ashen and he had given up struggling.
But just when Lin Beichen was about to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to shrink the prison, he smelled a strange fragrance coming from the man in blood.
"Huh? Ambergris?" Lin Beichen frowned slightly and blurted out, "Are you from Fengqi Tower?"
But as soon as the words came out, he felt something was wrong and changed his words: "What is the relationship between your Blood Clothes Sect and Feng Qi Tower?"
Hearing this, the man in blood-clothed man's ashen face suddenly felt a glimmer of hope, and he tentatively said, "Let me go first, and I'll tell you."
"You are not qualified to tell me the conditions." Lin Beichen sneered, slowly closed his palms, and the cage tightened accordingly.
"ah!"
The screams of the blood-clothed man resounded throughout the secret realm. Under the squeeze of the cage, his eye sockets were about to burst, and blood gradually seeped out from the pores of his skin.
"Humph! Tell me or don't tell me!" Lin Beichen snorted coldly.
"Ah... If you don't say it, you will die... Why should I say it!" The man in blood-clothed teeth clenched his teeth, and word after word came out of his mouth.
Seeing this, Lin Beichen hesitated for a moment and slowly removed his palms.
Whether he kills the man in blood-clothed clothes or not has little impact on him. Compared with this, he wants to know the relationship between the blood-clothed sect and Fengqi Tower.
When he left Tongzhou Prefecture last time, the three masked men who assassinated him were people who called themselves Fengqilou. If the Blood Clothes Sect was behind Fengqilou, then he would have to be more careful, otherwise it would be very easy. Fall into a passive situation.
And the most important point is what he really wants to know.
That's why Fengqilou wants to collect human souls.
As Lin Beichen removed his palms, the cage that restrained the man in blood disappeared in an instant.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
The man in blood-clothed clothes didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his face at this moment. He knelt on the ground and gasped for air.
After the man in blood-clothed clothes recovered a little, Lin Beichen spoke calmly and said: "You win, tell me."
As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, the man in blood-clothed eyes rolled his eyes and said, "Swear to God first that you will not kill me."
Lin Beichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a dangerous light in his eyes.
After swearing with four fingers pointing to the sky, there was no trace of anger in his tone, and he spoke very calmly, "I promise not to kill you, just say it."
After seeing Lin Beichen's oath, the man in blood-clothed breath was secretly relieved, and then he said: "All the Fengqi Towers in the Xuanling Dynasty are actually secretly controlled by the blood-clothed sect."
"This is quite different from what I thought."
Lin Beichen thought to himself.
When he smelled ambergris from the blood-clothed man, he guessed that behind Fengqi Tower was actually the Blood-cloth Sect, but he was not sure whether Fengqi Tower was collecting souls or the Blood-cloth Sect was collecting souls.
As far as he knows, souls are only used when evil cultivators practice or when they are refining some kind of evil magic weapon.
Lin Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Then what does your Blood Clothes Sect collect souls for?"
As soon as he said this, the blood-clothed man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted subconsciously, "What do you know!"
But the next second, Lin Beichen's cold eyes made him regain his position.
His eyes were full of fear, and he said: "I can't say this. Anyone who knows this matter will be planted in the body of the Blood Clothes Sect. Once I say it, the poison in my body will kill me." His internal organs were all swallowed up.”
Lin Beichen frowned slightly, stretched out his palm, and the spiritual energy instantly covered the man in blood.
Not long after, a black Gu worm was wrapped in his spiritual energy, grabbed out of the blood-clothed man's mouth, and threw it to the ground.
Sizzle!
The moment the Gu worm touched the ground, a large hole was etched into the ground, and bursts of smoke suddenly rose.
"Ugh, it's so disgusting." When Ji Ziyue saw this scene, her pretty face turned blue and she couldn't help but turn around.
Lin Beichen flicked it away with his finger, and the Gu insect that was squirming slightly on the ground suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist. Then he looked at the man in blood and said calmly: "You can talk now."
The man in blood-clothed clothes swallowed, his expression full of shock.
You must know that this Gu worm is under the command of their great elder. Even the sect leader in the sect cannot catch the Gu worm from his body as easily as Lin Beichen.
The young man in front of them was a hundred times more terrifying than their sect master!
"To say it or not to say it?" Lin Beichen frowned with a cold expression.
If he hadn't wanted to figure out these problems, he wouldn't have even been in the mood to talk nonsense to the man in blood.
"Tell me about it!" The man in blood-clothed clothes nodded repeatedly and hurriedly said, "Three years ago, our sect master discovered a magic sword in a secret realm."
"Devil sword?" Lin Beichen's heart trembled, and he said, "Continue."
"However, the demon sword is in a sealed state." The man in blood-clothed paused, glanced at Lin Beichen from the corner of his eye, and said cautiously: "Our sect leader knows a magic circle that can break the sealed state of this demon sword, but... ..."
"Continue." Lin Beichen's tone was cold, as if he was a little impatient. This man in blood clothes really whetted his appetite again and again.
"However, we need the souls of nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people who have just died." The man in blood-clothed voice was trembling, for fear that Lin Beichen would be angry with him.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a strong murderous aura suddenly erupted from Lin Beichen's body.
"The Blood-Clothed Sect, the Blood-Clothed Sect, gave up nearly a million lives just to exchange for a spiritual weapon. Damn it!"
Lin Beichen's bone-chilling murderous intent surged in the secret realm.
Even though he was not a saint, he still felt angry inside when he heard that a million innocent lives had suffered because of a spiritual weapon.
