Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 547 Demanding Interest Today

The moment Ji Ping heard Xue Lan's icy question, he was greatly alarmed as he was trapped inside the Bagua diagram.

The demonic soul instinctively tried to evade Xue Lan's question, but found that its body was being pulled by those inexplicably appearing red threads, completely beyond its control.

He heard his own hoarse, strained voice: "I know."

The woman sitting opposite him curled the corners of her lips into a utterly contemptuous smile:

"If Your Highness still wants a good death, you shouldn't be trying to fob me off."

Although the woman's smile was faint, her gray eyes were filled with icy killing intent.

"If you don't want to talk, I have other ways."

Ji Ping looked at the woman in front of him, who was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and felt a strange chill rise in his heart.

He is afraid!

The demon soul's pupils shrank sharply, and its expression towards Xue Lan was somewhat strange.

He was actually afraid of a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the lower realm.

The young man's shrewd eyes looked at Xue Lan, his voice hoarse:

"I can tell you where he is, but you have to let me go!"

Xue Lan lightly flicked the causal threads that pierced through the tortoise shell with her fingertips, and spoke sarcastically:

"You're trying to negotiate with me."

As expected of the son of a demon god, even when he was being interrogated while his demon soul was being held captive, he still thought about negotiating with her.

Ji Ping watched as Xue Lan's gray eyes suddenly darkened, and a bad premonition crept into his heart.

But he had no other choice.

The young man stared intently at Xue Lan and spoke:

"Fellow Daoist knows I have no other way."

With her slender fingers, Xue Lan gently wrapped a causal thread around Ji Ping twice. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Ji Ping, her calm expression revealing an indescribable eeriness.

The woman slowly rose from the ground, walked around the Bagua diagram once, and then spoke:

"You're a smart person, but not smart enough."

She raised her hand and pressed down on Ji Ping's shoulder, then pressed him down hard.

"boom!"

The immense force of a thousand pounds landed on his shoulder, and Ji Ping's entire demonic soul knelt down in front of Xue Lan, his knees shattering the ground.

They were completely unable to resist.

Xue Lan's voice was soft, like willow catkins in the spring breeze:

"Did your demon god father ever tell you what the name of the chieftain of the Northern River is?"

The question seemed abrupt and unrelated, prompting the kneeling demon to instinctively try to recall.

"The eldest daughter of Beiyuchuan... Beiyuchuan... her surname should be Xue..."

Ji Ping searched his mind repeatedly, and the young man's face gradually turned pale.

He knew that the Silver Moon Wolf clan all shared the surname Xue, and that the man was Lord Changjun of the Northern Region River...

But he couldn't remember her name.

Seeing the young man's pale face, a pleased smile appeared in Xue Lan's eyes:

"Can not remember?"

"Still don't know?"

Hearing Xue Lan's smiling question, Ji Ping's mind became even more chaotic. The young man knelt on the ground, clutching his forehead, his voice hoarse and tinged with madness:

"I should have known."

"But... I can't remember."

"Of course you can't remember." Xue Lan's voice was cheerful and light.

"How could such a clever demon have led me to him by following the connections between you?"

Upon hearing Xue Lan's words, the confused young man suddenly shuddered.

He looked up at Xue Lan, his eyes filled with surprise: "You?"

Xue Lan bent down and looked into his eyes, her gaze as if she were teasing an interesting prey.

The woman's voice was cold and mocking:

"Introduce yourself again."

"Xue Lan, the eldest disciple of Jiyuan Peak of the Xuanhuang Sect in the lower realm of Yuanming, and also..."

"The Chief Lord of the River Wolf Clan in the Northern Region of the Upper Realm of Yuanming!"

Xue Lan's voice pierced Ji Ping's mind like a sharp sword, completely robbing him of his ability to think.

it's time!

Taking advantage of the moment when the demon soul was distracted, Xue Lan clenched her fist and pulled off the causal thread that had been wrapped around her finger.

Cause and effect are connected to memory; the moment they are broken, all memories related to this cause and effect will be brought to the fore.

The moment the causal thread broke, Xue Lan's icy blue demon soul power rushed into Ji Ping's demon soul, and in the blink of an eye, it occupied his sea of ​​consciousness!

"I've long since lost interest in playing with you!"

Ji Ping's sea of ​​consciousness was a desolate place, with scorching magma flowing on the ground.

Xue Lan stood on a protruding rock, quietly watching a demon in the distance clutching its head in agony.

Ji Ping's true demon form was not as tall as Ji Song and Ji Yan; he looked about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, with two faces on one head.

The first one has a kind and gentle face, looking like an ordinary person, while the one behind it is a fierce and menacing figure with a full eight eyes.

"This is more in line with your personality."

Xue Lan chuckled softly, then followed the aura that had escaped when the causal thread broke, using the tortoise shell in her hand to search for memories of Gong Yuan in this person's mind.

Ji Ping felt as if an invisible giant hand was violently churning his mind. The demon, writhing in agony, rose from the ground, his neck twisting around to reveal the ferocious face behind him, its eight eyes filled with bloodlust.

Countless eerie, crimson tentacles sprouted from behind him, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at Xue Lan.

Unfortunately, although the tentacles looked menacing, they were forced to stop a foot away from Xue Lan and then turned into dust under the azure sword light.

"Didn't Your Highness used to admire me a lot?" Xue Lan smiled as she looked at him, having found something valuable in Ji Ping's memories.

"Why are you now shouting for my life?"

"Buzz!"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, a sharp sword light fell from the sky and directly severed Ji Ping's arm diagonally.

Xue Lan gently beckoned to that arm with her finger: "Seventh Prince cut off half of my junior brother's hand in the Northern Region River, and Xue Lan is very unhappy about it."

"Today we'll collect some interest."

Ji Ping recalled the young man who had fought him in the Northern Region Snow Mink Territory, and for a moment he felt a burning hatred.

If he hadn't been injured in the duel that day, how could he have been outmaneuvered by Jing Ruyu and ended up in this state?

However, the next moment, he couldn't bring himself to hate him.

Xue Lan manipulated the severed arm to bring it closer to herself, then gently raised her hand and drew a strange array of runes on the arm:

"Young people should be more mature."

A wisp of bluish-red strange fire appeared between Xue Lan's eyes and gently landed on the severed arm:

"burn!"

"Ah!" The severed arm, inscribed with runes, was instantly ignited by the strange fire, twisting bizarrely as if every bone inside had been folded. Ji Ping screamed and fell to the ground, his arm and head touching the ground in an extremely abnormal twisted position, as if they had been carelessly crumpled into a ball.

"Can't stand it already?" Xue Lan finally cleared out all the useless memories and found Ji Ping's memories about Gong Yuan.

The woman was overjoyed, and then carefully began to probe with the power of her demonic soul...