Volume 2, Chapter 370: I tied up three hundred of them.
The moment the three people appeared, they were confused. At first, they appeared in a dark place, controlled by an inexplicable force of order, and could not move.
Now it suddenly appears here again, and the elixir is still locked by an unknown force.
Unable to circulate their spiritual power, the three confused and panicked people immediately saw their own emperor Xiang Tianxing and began to call for help.
"Great-grandfather, help me."
"Grandpa, I'm here..."
"master....."
The appearance of the three people naturally attracted the attention of the people present. They all turned their gazes over, with deep horror and worry in their eyes.
The one who reacted the most was Xiang Tianxing. Looking at his two offspring and apprentice, his original anger was replaced by worry.
These three people were the ones Ye Tingmu had just mentioned, so he was naturally very familiar with them.
"Damn it, let them go..." As he spoke, Xiang Tianxing was about to rush towards the side of the coffin.
Ye Tingmu shouted loudly at this moment.
"Stop, take another step forward and I'll turn them into ashes."
Xiang Tianxing quickly stopped and frowned deeply.
A deep voice sounded, "What do you want to do?"
"Isn't it obvious? I want to go back to Broken Sword Mountain. I will kill the descendants of anyone who tries to stop me. Of course, as long as I return to Broken Sword Mountain safely, I guarantee that they will all survive."
Xiang Tianxing fell silent.
An emperor from the Heavenly Academy said, "Zang, you don't think we will let you go just for three people, do you?"
Facing the other party's question, Ye Tingmu replied calmly: "Of course not, but who said that I only have three people? I have kidnapped more than three hundred people."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Immortal Emperors exchanged glances with each other.
It is not ruled out that what Zang said is true, because none of their direct bloodlines have come out. If they are not dead, they are likely to have fallen into Zang's hands.
They were just curious about what method was used to hide the person. Could it be the coffin in front of them? It was not impossible.
One person asked, “How can we trust you?”
Ye Tingmu poked his head out of Kunlun's coffin and waved his hand. A list with information of more than 300 people appeared directly in the sky.
He then quickly dived back into the coffin, fearing that if it was too late he would be torn to pieces by the group of emperors in front of him.
"The paper records the people I kidnapped. You can read it for yourself. It's up to you whether you believe it or not."
The emperor who led the team of Heaven this time was Xu Zelin, one of the twelve elders of the Elder Hall. He waved his hand and the paper fell into his hand.
With a quick glance, the densely packed fonts were retrieved into his sea of consciousness in a second.
A total of 351 people’s information was copied on it, including more than 90 people from Heaven. After all, Heaven has the most emperors. Xia Lingkong and Xia Chichi are also among them.
These are the Great Elder’s two favorite disciples. If something goes wrong, things will be difficult to handle.
He lowered his brows and his expression became solemn.
Seeing his reaction, the others came over.
The twelfth elder Xu Zelin stretched out his hand, and the paper flew into the sky, and the words on it were reflected here.
All the emperors present lowered their heads.
“Damn it.”
"hateful."
But apart from being angry, some people relaxed their brows and said thankfully: "That's great, the young master is not dead."
"My grandson is still alive."
For them, this matter is both a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing is that their genius is still alive, and the bad thing is naturally obvious.
But at this moment they did not dare to act rashly.
"Zang, are you sure everyone up here is still alive?"
"I have sworn on my personality that I am still alive." Zang's faint voice sounded.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when he said this, but they also faced new difficulties.
If they wanted to save the lives of their descendants, they could only follow Zang's wish, let him go, and return to Broken Sword Mountain. From then on, there would be no chance to kill him.
But if he is not let go, then his genius will die.
This is a loss that neither the Heavenly Court nor the Ten Great Immortal Sects can afford.
Looking at a group of defeated human emperors, the people of the demon race laughed extremely happily. Their gloating expressions made the people of Heaven and the ten major immortal sects want to tear them to pieces immediately.
But at this moment, they knew clearly that this was not the time to quarrel or fight with the demons.
"Haha, this is a good funeral. Not bad. I admire him."
"I think this burial is suitable for our demon race."
"Look at these people, one by one. Now it's fun."
"It's fine to bury them. They have tied up all the disciples and descendants of the emperors of the Heavenly Palace and the ten great immortal sects. That's something."
On one side there were mockeries, and on the other side there were kidnapped disciples. At this moment, a group of Immortal Emperors felt like their heads were about to explode, and as for the Immortal King powerhouses, they didn't even dare to breathe.
Seeing that the other party hadn't said anything for a long time, Ye Tingmu urged him, "How about letting me go or not? Give me a word?"
"Would you like to wait for us to think about it?"
"Consider it. I'll give you one minute to think about it. Prepare a Tianzi-class warship for me and let me go, or I'll kill one person per minute."
Threats, naked threats. At this moment, he switched from a robber to a gangster, killing the hostages.
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the emperors changed and became even uglier.
No one would doubt whether he dared to kill anyone. In the world of cultivation, there was no difference between killing a person and killing a chicken.
"Twelve Elders, would you please take note?"
"These people cannot die. They are the future of the sect..."
"Nothing must happen to Lingkong and Chichi..."
Listening to everyone talking, the Twelve Elders felt like their head was exploding.
It was difficult for him to make a decision, but there was no way, he had no choice.
The people on this list are all the treasures of the emperors. If something goes wrong, who knows what will happen in the heaven.
The same goes for the Ten Great Immortal Sects, so if this matter is not handled properly, it will lead to internal strife.
He didn't dare to gamble, so he spoke again, his tone becoming more solemn.
"Zang, how can we trust you that you won't hurt them?"
Facing his doubts, Ye Tingmu said coldly: "Do you have a choice? People's lives are in my hands. If you don't believe it, then they are dead now. If you believe it, I guarantee that they will all live."
The Immortal Emperor secretly clenched his fist. Just as Zang said, he couldn't help but believe it.
"Friendly reminder, you have 20 seconds left. Who should I kill first? How about I start with the three of you?"
"No, ancestor, please save us... Wuwu, Nuannuan doesn't want to die."
"master....."
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