Seven-Colored Immortal Coffin

Dongfang Qingcang had now become fish on the chopping block.

Whether to kill him or not depended on a single thought from Lin Fei.

If Lin Fei had not wanted to preserve Dongfang Qingcang's body and primordial spirit to refine him into a Corpse Puppet, then with the power of the Blood Demon Heaven-Devouring Formation, he could have utterly destroyed both his body and soul.

But that would have been such a waste.

Thinking there was a turn for the better, Dongfang Qingcang hurriedly asked, "How do you want me to show my sincerity?"

"Didn't you just say you would give me many treasures? First, remove the ownership imprint from your storage artifacts."

"I can do that, but will you let me go?"

"Absolutely not."

Dongfang Qingcang fell silent.

He secretly calculated how he could survive.

If he remained obstinate and refused to hand over his treasures, Lin Fei might decide to kill him, and he would undoubtedly die.

If he handed over the treasures, perhaps he could buy some time.

"There are still Cultivators from my Dongfang Family outside the Immortal Island. They must have already sent word back to the Sun Moon Dynasty."

"The Yin-Yang Stillness Formation is outside. If this man leaves the Immortal Island, he definitely won't be able to escape."

"Once the Immortal Ancestor of my Dongfang Family arrives, he will surely be able to save me."

If Dongfang Qingcang had known that the formation had already been broken, he probably would not have entertained such fantasies.

If he had merely been struck by the nine Soul-Locking Death Nails, they would not have been enough to completely seal his primordial spirit.

But with the suppression of the Blood Demon Heaven-Devouring Formation added on top, he was pinned down so thoroughly that he had no ability