Peng!
Luo Badao spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly lost the ability to resist. However, it was not Qin Lang who attacked, but one of the elders of the Ten Halls of Hell.
"Elder … why did you attack me?" Luo Badao asked unwillingly.
This old ghost did not answer Luo Badao's words, but Qin Lang asked, "Mr. Qin, is your previous proposal still valid?"
Hearing this, Luo Badao's face immediately turned ashen.
Qin Lang's previous proposal was to take Luo Badao's head.
Hearing this, Qin Lang immediately stopped and said to the old ghost, "Although the previous proposal is valid, now I want to increase the price. You should know that I have the qualifications to increase the price!"
Qin Lang's strength had greatly increased, so he naturally had more chips.
"Mr. Qin, please speak." Another old ghost said with a standard tone of a transaction, as if the old ghost who died before did not exist at all.
"The Ten Halls of Hell, including you, will work for me from now on!"
"Yes!" An old ghost immediately agreed.
"Don't answer so quickly!" Qin Lang sneered, "I know you are all old sly. Even if you swear allegiance now, I'm afraid you will slip away in the next moment. So, if you want me to let you go, you have to let me plant a spiritual imprint on you. "
"You … you want to completely control us?" An old ghost frowned. "Mr. Qin, where it is possible to let people go, one should spare them!"
"The weak are prey to the strong, the winner is the king, the loser is the thief. There is nothing to say. Either agree to my request or die! "Qin Lang said coldly, without the slightest intention of compromise.
Several old ghosts looked at each other, and finally faced with Qin Lang's strength, they nodded to each other, and then one of them said, "We agree."
It was just a spiritual imprint. These old ghosts believed that even if Qin Lang planted a spiritual imprint on them, they had a way to resolve it. What's more, even if they couldn't resolve it, there were still experts from the Devil Sect. As long as they temporarily kept their lives, there would naturally be a way to get rid of Qin Lang's control.
"A wise man submits to circumstances. Very good." A black flame suddenly appeared on the tip of Qin Lang's finger. Then, with a flick of his finger, the flame immediately pierced through an old ghost's protective aura and penetrated his chest. However, it did not leave any burn marks on his chest.
However, when he saw the black flame disappear from his body, the old ghost immediately turned pale with fright. "This is not an ordinary spiritual imprint! Absolutely not! "
"Of course, this is not an ordinary spiritual imprint!" Qin Lang sneered and said in a mocking tone, "Normal spiritual imprints can't do anything to you. Do you think I'll give you a chance to turn the tables? As for this spiritual imprint, it is my own creation. You can try to refine it. I guarantee that it will leave a deep impression on you! "
Qin Lang's soul imprint contained the aura of the Decaying Nether Poison and the Hellfire. If he tried to refine it, he would suffer the counterattack of the Decaying Nether Poison and the Hellfire. At that time, he would feel like he had fallen into hell, and the pain would be unbearable.
"However, as long as you listen to my orders, this spiritual imprint will not have any adverse effects on you. It will not cause you pain, nor will it affect your cultivation. "After the threat, Qin Lang did not forget to comfort these old ghosts.
The other six people hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted Qin Lang's proposal. Although they would be controlled by Qin Lang, it was better than being killed by him now.
It was not easy to reach the Reaching Heaven State and find the way to Heaven. Who would be willing to commit suicide at the door of heaven?
As for Luo Badao, Qin Lang did not need to retain his consciousness at all. He refined him into a zombie poison slave in front of the seven old ghosts. A zombie poison slave would completely lose its consciousness, but its toxicity and aggressiveness would be more violent, like a wild beast.
The reason why Qin Lang avoided the important and only refined Luo Badao into a poison slave was because it was difficult to refine these old ghosts into poison slaves. It was easy to kill them, but it was not easy to refine poison slaves. If they resisted desperately, it would be difficult for Qin Lang to successfully implant the puppet worms. However, it was much easier to deal with Luo Badao. Moreover, refining Luo Badao into a zombie poison slave could control the Ten Halls of Hell, and it could also warn these old ghosts: If they were not obedient, then they would end up like Luo Badao, completely turning into walking corpses and losing their consciousness forever.
Qin Lang's cultivation had increased, and the time needed to refine a poison slave had also been shortened. In less than half an hour, Luo Badao had been completely reduced to a zombie poison slave, turning into a monster with a green face and sharp fangs. Even some white hair grew on his skin, making him look abnormally terrifying. His whole body released a terrifying aura.
"Luo Badao, go gather the living people in the Ten Halls of Hell!" Qin Lang said to Luo Badao.
"Yes … Master." Luo Badao respectfully responded and walked into the cave.
Qin Lang had already begun to recall the poisonous insects through the insect flute. The poisonous insects returned to Qin Lang's surroundings like a tide, and then they were collected into the Ten Thousand Poison Sack by Qin Lang. This scene made the old ghosts' scalps tingle.
It was enough to teach the Ten Halls of Hell a lesson. Qin Lang didn't know how many people in the Ten Halls of Hell his poisonous insects had eaten, but at least it was enough to warn these guys.
After the army of poisonous bugs was completely withdrawn, Qin Lang said to the old fogeys, "Go back and tell the disciples that it was you eight doyens who joined forces to repel me. However, the Ten Yama Kings suffered heavy losses. One doyen is dead, and even the Sect Master is seriously injured. He's a little delirious. The seven of you, continue to be in charge of the Ten Halls of Hell, and report to me at any time! "
After finishing his instructions, Qin Lang's figure scuttled along the steep cliff and quickly disappeared.
Although Qin Lang could completely destroy the Ten Halls of Hell, doing so would only arouse the disgust of the Devil Sect. The elders of the Devil Sect would definitely make a move against him, and even the Devil Sect's Sect Master wouldn't be satisfied with Qin Lang's methods. But now that he handled it like this, not only did Qin Lang achieve his goal of making a name for himself, but he also controlled the Ten Halls of Hell. It could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.
The Old Poison, Qin Lang, had said to spread out your chess pieces and not easily reveal your chess pieces, because the more chess pieces you reveal, the smaller the changes in the chess game would be.
The Ten Halls of Hell had already become Qin Lang's chess pieces.
When Qin Lang returned to the streets of Huwei Town, he concealed his aura and didn't seem to have changed much.
Although the old crane was Ren Meili's old servant, Qin Lang believed that the old crane would not only be loyal to Ren Meili, but it would also be loyal to Ren Wufa. Therefore, Qin Lang didn't want the old crane to tell Ren Wufa all his trump cards.
"Young Master, is it over? How was it? "Qin Lang asked as the old crane started the car.
"I killed more than a hundred people, including an old guy in the Reaching Heaven State. The people in the Ten Halls of Hell immediately became obedient." Qin Lang said casually, then added, "By the way, I also taught Luo Badao a lesson."
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