Unlike Di Beixuan, he was not looking for someone from the Jiuli tribe to deprive them of their Yin and Yang bones.
Instead, in these tens of millions of years, they have successively captured countless talented tribes of Jiuli, and through the special nature of the Conferred God Order, they have swallowed up the talented energy in their [Yin and Yang Bone] and transformed them into their own.
Despite this transformation process, there is no one innate energy.
But after thousands of years, swallowing hundreds of people, Mo Qingshan's curse skills were not at all weaker than Emperor Beixuan and Lin Huai.
But the acquired [yin and yang bone] has side effects.
Therefore, some of the top curses, whether used by Emperor Beixuan or Mo Qingshan, will consume a certain amount of spiritual energy.
Emperor Beixuan knew that Mo Qingshan didn't put him in his eyes at all, and at best regarded him as a dog.
So he couldn't figure out why Mo Qingshan was willing to use the [Restore Curse] on him for his sake.
But for this reason, Emperor Beixuan soon knew.
Just listen to Mo Qingshan said indifferently: "I will give you half a month to find Jun Muyan! Live, bring people to me. Dead, I want to see the corpse. Emperor Beixuan, can you do it? ?"
Di Beixuan frowned slightly, and he opened his mouth, wanting to speak.
Mo Qingshan interrupted him, his voice getting colder and colder, "If you can't do it, then the next time it will fall on you is not the restoration curse, but the puppet curse."
Di Beixuan's face instantly turned blue and white.
He was suffocated in his heart to die, but he was full of spirits at the icy eyes of Shangmo Qingshan.
Because he knew that Mo Qingshan was not joking with him.
If he can't give Jun Muyan to Mo Qingshan within half a month.
This person would definitely make him a hundred times more miserable than death.
Di Beixuan's expression changed drastically, and finally fell to his knees, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, ancestor, I will definitely do it. But I have one condition."
Mo Qingshan said lightly: "What conditions?"
Di Beixuan licked his lips, a look of greed appeared in his eyes.
Then faintly said: "The puppet army under your ancestors, and the spells that can turn low-level cultivators into puppets in batches, I want to borrow it."
The sunglasses on the side took a sigh of relief and angered without hesitation: "Di Beixuan, you are a big lion! Just find a few people, you can't do it with a fairy emperor? Plus the immortal venerable level. The puppets of ancestors can’t do it? They even borrowed the ancestor’s puppet army, and even used the [human puppet curse]. Do you know how much spiritual energy and effort the ancestor would cost the army and curse?!"
Di Beixuan suddenly turned his head and looked into the sunglasses, his face suddenly sinking, "You...how did you wake up?!"
Haven't the sunglasses been completely puppeted?
Even if the soul is cultivated in this soul house, it will take at least ten and a half months to recover a little.
But the sunglasses in front of him seemed like a little stupid.
Sunglasses glared at him fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Di Beixuan, of course you don't want me to wake up, so that you can torture me like a puppet and call me like a slave, right? You don't pee. Take your own picture, rely on you to call me, are you worthy?"
Di Beixuan was furious, "Presumptuous! With sunglasses, what do you think you are! A mere fairy king, a dog who was lingering under his hands, dare to be presumptuous in front of me."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped his sunglasses hard.