Under the Demon Clan's Three Sealing Techniques, Leng Jue found with an ugly expression that his spiritual consciousness was completely sealed in an instant.

Moreover, except for the eyes and mouth, other parts of the body cannot move.

Of course, after his hands were crippled, there were not many parts left that he could move.

"Okay, now you can't die and there's no chance of recovery. We can have a good chat."

Qin Cheng grabbed a stone from the cave and sat opposite Leng Jue who was lying on the ground.

"You and I have never met each other, and there is no dispute between me and the demons from outside the territory. Why are you raising an army to kill me?" Qin Cheng said calmly.

This is also a question I have always wanted to figure out.

"You want to know why?" Leng Jue smiled and said, "Come closer and I can tell you."

When Qin Cheng heard this, he stepped on Leng Jue, causing his mouth to bleed.

"If what you want to do is to use the venom on your tongue, I think you should be overthinking it."

"You think I'm going to tell you, just dream." Leng Jue snorted with a bleeding mouth.

"Even if you don't tell me, I know it's Peng Shui, right?" Qin Cheng sneered.

"He summoned you to the upper continent, and there is a connection between you. But since you want to die so much, it seems that the person behind the scenes is not just Peng Shui."

"Now that I think about it, Peng Shui alone is not powerful enough. If he wants to send many demons to the lower world, there must be someone behind him, or a big force, right?"

"Yes or no, I'll let you guess. In short, don't expect to know anything from me."

Leng Jue sneered and lowered his head to prevent Qin Cheng from seeing his eyes.

This young man was so terrifying that he was a little frightened.

He took the initiative to seek death. With such a little information, Qin Cheng could guess a lot of things.

Seeing that Leng Jue then kept silent, Qincheng didn't know much about it anymore.

Raising his hand, the storage bag on Leng Jue's waist immediately fell into Qin Cheng's hands.

Leng Jue's expression suddenly changed, revealing a sense of anger and heartache.

"There must be a lot of good things in your expression."

After bumping the somewhat heavy storage bag, Qin Cheng's eyes flashed with curiosity.

A weak person in the Overcoming Tribulation Realm is much stronger than one in the Fusion Realm.

No matter the time of cultivation, the people and environment you come into contact with will be completely different.

Naturally, the various treasures and elixirs used in their storage bags will only become more precious and difficult to find.

"And it suddenly occurred to me that you, the extraterrestrial demon, should not have a large-scale sect or force in the upper continent, and your personality is selfish and suspicious."

"You shouldn't put all your wealth in it, right?"

Qin Cheng suddenly smiled.

In places like Jihuomen or the Zeng family, the most precious things of the tribesmen will naturally be kept on their bodies, and they will also put some things that are difficult to store in their own residences.

There are even some monks who are naturally cunning and do not wear all of them.

But the devil is so greedy, and in a dangerous environment like the Upper World Continent, he certainly doesn't have this kind of awareness.

"So what, it's useless for you to get my storage bag. This is a dead place, a small space in the void crack."

Leng Jue was so heartbroken by what Qin Cheng said that he couldn't help but roar again.

But as he spoke, his mind suddenly became clear.

"That's right, this is a cracked space with no way to escape. You and I will eventually be trapped here to death, hahaha, I actually forgot this."

"You brat, it doesn't matter if you use all your tricks, or if you get my storage bag. I'm stupid too, what do you want to do if you want to self-destruct? Even if my cultivation level recovers, what can you do if you know about the devil.

"

As he said this, Leng Jue suddenly couldn't help but laugh miserably.

"Everyone here will die for hundreds of years, thousands of years, or even ten thousand years, until they are imprisoned to death."

As Leng Jue yelled, Zhang Lingxiu and others slowly woke up.

When they heard Leng Jue's cry, everyone's expressions turned a bit ugly.

"Shut up, it's not because of you, you beast, and don't think we can't get out."

Jingchen walked over and slapped Leng Jue on the face.

"What's wrong with me? If you don't believe it, try using various communication methods to communicate with the outside world and see if there is any response."

Leng Jue stopped shouting and just sneered, looking at everyone with sympathy mixed with mockery.

Jingchen's expression changed. In fact, he had just tried it. No matter what method he used to contact him, his spiritual consciousness could not be transmitted, but would flow back soon.

It's not like a stone sinks into the sea, but the spiritual consciousness has encountered some kind of obstacle and cannot pass through it at all.

Turning to look at Zhang Lingxiu and others, everyone's expressions were not very good either.

Obviously, they all encountered the same result.
Chapter completed!