Qin Ming smiled. "The most decent thing is that you respectfully send me the Chifeng Refining Domain."

"Do you think you are qualified to bargain?"

"I've made you laugh, I have it!"

"Understand to find out the situation and be crazy with me. Destroying the Burial God Island is a crime, and breaking into Jingjue Ancient Island is a crime. There is still room for negotiation to resolve these. But if you dare to kill our disciples of Zhutian Palace, Zhutian Palace will never spare you, let alone spare the Heavenly King Palace and the Ziyan Clan. If you dare to kill those sixty people, Zhutian Palace will dare to let them be buried together! You are not afraid of death, but what about the people behind you? They will all die because of you. Qin Ming, you are a madman and a smart person, and you know the consequences very well. I will let you go! I will not hurt you a little, I will only take you back to Zhutian Palace. Whenever you come to the Heavenly King Palace, sit down and have a good talk."

"Save it, you have to practice your negotiation skills for two more years. Let the Heavenly King Palace and the Zi Yan Clan be buried together? Haha, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. As the former three giants of the Sea Clan Alliance, if it were so easy to destroy, the Sea Clan Alliance would have taken action long ago, and it would be your turn to the Heavenly Palace? Don't talk about the Night Demon Clan, which is so annoying. As soon as the Night Demon Clan appears, the Zi Yan Clan takes the initiative to alliance. I see if the Sea Clan Alliance can withstand it." Qin Ming was playing a bachelor today, threatening? What I am most afraid of is this, and I'm talking nonsense, who can't do it yet.

Joining the Night Demon Clan? Yao Wenwu was not touched, but the holy martial artists on the back of the Burial Sea Fan Lizard all frowned slightly. Should Qin Ming say it casually? Or is the Zi Yan Clan really planning to do that?

The Sea Alliance suppressed the Night Demon Clan for thousands of years, and hatred had accumulated in the blood. Once the Night Demon Clan escaped, it would definitely fight back in full swing. The direct consequence of the Zi Yan clan's escape from the Alliance was to become the first target of the Night Demon Clan's anger. The Zi Yan clan would not be unclear, but why did he still resolutely cooperate with the Heavenly King Palace? The situation was indeed special at that time. Other sea clans overstated the Zi Yan clan, and the Zi Yan clan was the most fierce tribe in the sea clan. However, facing the life and death of the clan, the Zi Yan clan would never easily reveal the so-called bloodiness unless he had the confidence.

Could it be that the decision of the Zi Yan clan to join forces with the Night Demon clan after being angry with the Sea clan?

They stared at Qin Ming in the air, trying to see through his eyes.

Is it effective? A few more words! Qin Ming suddenly grinned: "Do you know why the two holy weapons in the Secret Realm of the Demon Realm disappeared? Do you know why I have the Trident of the Waste God in my hand? Do you know why the Heavenly King Palace suddenly made trouble in the west? Do you know why the Ziyan Clan accepted the cooperation request from the Heavenly King Palace and left the sea clan alliance? Do you know why the ancient giant whale attacked Bawang Island? Oh, it's too far. This can be discussed later. Let's talk about the hostages now. Let half of the hostages be released, you can let me go, and wait until I'm safe, then let the other half be released."

Qin Ming rubbed his nose and smiled brightly. Come on, scare me, see who is more afraid of whom.

The ghost of the Burial Sea was cold and calm, but a few bright light flashed in the golden lion's eyes. Qin Ming really dared to say anything. If he hadn't known the truth, he would have almost believed it.

The holy martial artists on the back of the Burial Sea Brave Lizard stared slightly, staring at Qin Ming. The disappearance of the two holy weapons, the Trident of the Wilderness God and the Dragon Emperor Demon Suppression Monument, was already strange. It is said that a violent sensation broke out at that time. The two holy weapons were severely damaged, and the spirits inside controlled the escape. However, the secret realm of the Demon Realm was guarded by the Sea Alliance for thousands of years. How could such an accident suddenly occur? This is what the Zhutian Palace has always suspected.

There must be some secrets inside that outsiders don't know.

Why did Qin Ming have the trident of the Waste God, and why did the Heavenly King Palace invite attacks the Sea Clan? The mysterious giant beast that should not exist in the ancient giant whales helped the Heavenly King Palace? Why did the Ziyan tribe break away from the Sea Clan Alliance and turn to the Heavenly King Palace? All kinds of doubts circling in their minds and their expressions became solemn. Things seemed not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief. These shrewd holy martial artists would definitely think more, and the more they thought, the more they would be concerned!

Yao Wenwu sneered: "Continue to make up! I'll listen!"

"You can't believe it, did I let you believe it?"

"Qin Ming is making trouble, this kid is cunning." Yao Wenwu turned around and reminded the Holy Wus.

The guards stared at the sky with expressionless expressions, but they were somewhat suspicious. It would be fine if it was a nonsense, but what if it was true?

Tianwei He Canghai gently waved his hands behind his back and made a gesture. One of his high-level holy martial artists understood it, stared at Qin Ming and the Ghost of the Burial Sea at high altitude, and prepared to take it down forcibly! Yes or no, take the torture and question it, and you will understand everything.

Qin Ming's voice mixed with spiritual power spread throughout the sky: "It is very cost-effective to use the lives of sixty hostages to exchange for the two of us to leave safely."

"Don't think about it!"

"I don't want to die, and you can't afford the consequences of all 60 hostages dying. If we continue to talk like this, there will be no result. Let's take a few steps back, how about?"

"Not really! You don't think about going anywhere today."

"We really have nothing to talk about with your attitude." Qin Ming gave the ghost of the sea with a look.

The Ghost of Burial Sea took out someone from the sack and held his neck in the air. "A stick of incense, kill one! Start now!"

"You dare!!" Yao Wenwu's face changed slightly.

Both the Burial Sea Lizards showed obvious abnormal movements, and their dark blue eyes were filled with fierce light.

The four Heavenly Guards and all the Holy Martial Arts turned their eyes to the young man. He Canghai's swinging hand suddenly squeezed, stopping the Holy Martial Arts behind him who was about to take action.

The boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and he was full of fear. His body was trembling slightly, and he was shaking his neck and was held in the air by the ghost of the Burial Sea, and he dared not move around.

Qin Ming looked at the face of the Zhutian Palace team and smiled: "It seems that everyone knows him, so I don't need a special introduction."

"Qin Ming, you are trying to die!" Yao Wenwu clenched his fists and his teeth creaked.

That is the personal disciple of Mr. Weng, an alchemist on the Burial God Island, and the only disciple!

Alchemists are very precious. The higher the grade, the more precious the alchemists, and even more rare than those ancient beasts with pure bloodlines. There are ten levels like Weng Lao on the Burial God Island. It can be said that Mr. Weng is one of the most precious wealth of Zhutian Palace. He refines a large number of elixirs for Zhutian Palace every year, and also refines specific elixirs for them, such as the holy martial artists. All the heavenly treasures are doubled after passing through his alchemy furnace, and the foundation building pills, body tempering pills, spirit-condensing pills, blood-refining pills, etc., which are all the reliances for Zhutian Palace to cultivate geniuses. Zhutian Palace can develop to its current scale, and can continuously produce geniuses, and cultivate geniuses into strong people. The elixirs are indispensable.

Mr. Weng himself is a sect. From ancient times to the present, each of them is obsessed with alchemy and is introverted. He lives in the dark and hidden place of Burial God Island for many years, and is full of infinite spiritual power. Moreover, each generation will search for successors who can inherit their robe and mantle throughout his life. Mr. Weng is old now, and often no longer refines elixirs himself, and his lifelong learning has been transferred to his disciples. In the future, the Zhutian Palace will rely on this successor for decades. If he dies, who will come to refine alchemy for them? It is not only too late to find a successor, but it is even more difficult to climb the sky. This young man looks unpretentious, but it took nearly thirty years to choose the Zhutian Palace.

They are all important figures in the Zhutian Palace, so of course they know the value of this person. Mr. Weng, who has not left the Burial God Island for more than 20 years, even went to the Black Stone Palace in person before leaving. He put down his words and did not bring his disciples back alive. He immediately left the Zhutian Palace.

This one person is overwhelmed by the other sixty people!
Chapter completed!