Ding Xing first asked Grandma Wuqin to sacrifice the ink bell, and then she called out more than a dozen demon beetles and let them fly in the air.

As soon as these demon insects appeared, Wu Qin's grandmother couldn't help but widen her eyes, and her face seemed to be vaguely excited. She seemed to recognize this kind of demon insect, but she was very patient and was not in a hurry to reveal her feelings to Ding Xing.

"Please take the bell immediately. These demon insects are very fierce and do not accept discipline at all!"

Ding Xing was focused on dealing with the demon insects, but did not notice the subtle changes that Wuqin Grandma had just changed.

The demon insects are now free and do not listen to anyone's mercy. As soon as Ding Xing was released, they turned around and rushed out of the door. As a result, a short axe with a strong demonic energy suddenly hung from the cave door. The alcohol on the axe made them frightened, and they flapped their wings and flew back quickly.

They all aimed at Ding Xing and the other two, as if they knew there was no hope of escaping and were ready to find food on the spot. However, at this time, the mother-in-law Wuqin had thrown the ink clock over, and the bell was hanging down, covering them in a nest.

Seeing that they were out of control, Mrs. Zhen Zhi couldn't help asking Ding Xing: "Since Junior Brother Ding caught this kind of demon insect, why don't you try to tame it?"

Ding Xing was reluctant to expel it for himself, but he had no good plans: "They were all covered with blood marks, and I had no way to crack them, so I could only suppress them for the time being."

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhen Zhi thought, could it be that she killed a certain demon cultivator and snatched it back. She asked casually: "They have been tamed with blood. Can the Mo Zhong still work for them?"

Ding Xing felt that there was no problem at all: "Their owner is dead, and the blood mark is just the unowned restriction left in their bodies, and it is not repelled from the ink clock. This clock has the power of a worm. Once it is played, it should be able to suppress their tyrannical demonic energy. The longer it is played, the greater the impact it will have on them."

Just now, Ding Xing looked at the seal script of the ink clock face and found that this is a seal method that activates the power of the clock. The entire clock body is refined using spiritual ink and contains ink fragrance. This fragrance can confuse the demon insects and cause them to fall into a semi-sleeping state. If the bell body is ringed, the sound waves can temper the insect body.

When Ding Xing understood the seal script, he admired the ancient monks of Moyu Sect very much. They designed the ink clock very cleverly. Moxiang is actually a big stick to control the behavior of demon insects, while sound waves are sweet dates in the other hand, which increases the magical powers of demon insects.

No matter any demon insect, as long as they live in the mouth of the clock for a period of time, they will gain the benefits of the body tempering of the clock. They will subtly obey the command of the clock until they treat the clock as their nest to feed them.

Ding Xing felt that the method of Mo Zhong taming insects was more exquisite than blood-dropping seals. It not only allowed the demon insects to be loyal to each other, but when the demon insects survived the tribulation in the future, humanoid intelligence was born. They would not devour the master and rebel, because there was no blood seal in their bodies and no master, so how could they rebel? Instead, they would regard the holder of the Mo Zhong as a relative.

Clam! Clam!

The dozen violent and irritable demon beetles rushed left and right in the mouth of the clock, like headless flies. However, as Wu Qin's grandma casts the bell, the fragrance of ink slowly spreads, and they gradually calm down, and finally climbs onto the bell and remains motionless.

"It really works! It seems that Mo Zhong has a very good control over the demon insect!" Mrs. Zhen Zhi was watching the fun and occasionally commented: "I believe that Zhong Yin's power to temper the insect body is not much weaker!"

Grandma Wuqin was already playing the bell, but the demon beetle's reaction was not strong, which was similar to the experiment she borrowed from ant insects at the mutual aid meeting.

She immediately collected her magic power and said to Ding Xing: "Mo Zhong's insect-absorbing power is strong, but the body-tempering power is not obvious."

"No!" Ding Xing pointed to the seal script of the clock face: "It is actually the same as Mrs. Zhen's ink plate. It has been traumatized, which has caused its body-tempering clock to not be released. My mother-in-law might as well hand this clock to me. After I repair it, you will verify it with these magic beetles. I guarantee you will have unexpected surprises!"

Some seal scripts have lost their hexagram power. Ding Xing can tell at a glance that when he reconciles the characters and activates all the clock power, the power of this ink clock will definitely change drastically.

But Wu Qin's mother-in-law was no longer interested. Even if Ding Xing kept Mo Zhong Xiu intact, what could she do? She didn't raise insects, but instead had to pay Ding Xing an expensive reward, which was super unprofitable.

She suddenly stretched out her arm, reached into the mouth of the clock, and pinched a coma demon insect from the clock bi: "The Lord Ding calls it a demon beetle, have you not figured out its origin?"

Ding Xing had never inquired about this group of demon insects. He didn't want to expose them. However, seven years after Si Rong's death, the killing incident that occurred in the Nine Palaces of the Floating Sky has disappeared. There are countless monks on both sides of the Mohe River that died in seven years. The dead Si Rong must have been forgotten by the Demon Realm, so Ding Xing didn't need to hide it anymore.

He replied: "I really don't understand them deeply. Can my mother-in-law recognize their details?"

Wuqin's grandmother's words were not very sure: "Cangxia Sect does not teach beast-controlling magic, so I don't have a deep understanding of insect demons, but my grandson is a disciple of the inner sect of the upper sect. He is preparing for the elixir. The mysterious skill he practices is a bit special. He must sit in the Zhenyao sound wave array when he goes through the barrier. This Zhenyao wave can only be obtained from two kinds of spiritual objects. The first is Zhenyao, followed by the Zhenyao's carapace!"

Grandma Wuqin lifted a black stone with demonic energy, which was almost exactly the same color as the demon beetle. She looked at Ding Xing and said in a negotiated tone: "The shaking insects are born with nothing and look very similar to your demon beetle, but they must peel off the carapace to release the sound source. The owner of Ding said just now that these demon beetles are all planted with blood marks, and you can't drive them. The old woman wants to buy one and verify their origin."

After hearing this, Ding Xing hesitated and thought that if it was verified, the demon beetle was a shaking insect. This mother-in-law would definitely be asking for a big purchase. Should she refuse?

In fact, this group of demon beetles is not of high value because the blood marks in their bodies are too dense, and this blood ban is chaotic and uncontrollable, and it tortures their demon bodies all year round, which will greatly damage their combat power and affect their future advancement.

So as long as Ding Xing can't untie their blood marks, there is no need to raise them.

But Ding Xing was reluctant to sell them to Grandma Wuqin.

Ding Xing had long verified the defense of the demon beetles. The little book demon's light needle cannot penetrate their scales, and its skin is thick and flesh is extremely resistant to hitting.

If Ding Xing is lucky enough to create spiritual wine to crack the blood seal in the future, then selling the demon beetle today would be a fool.

Seeing that Ding Xing didn't say anything, Grandma Wuqin gritted her teeth and took out the chips first.

She placed a palm-high wine pot in front of Ding Xing: "This is the nameless ancient wine found by my grandson from the Mohe iceberg. Taking a sip can instantly replenish the exhausted magic power. Because the appearance of this spiritual wine is like milk liquid, and the wine has a sweet taste, it is named Tianling Cheese by my grandson."

"Instantly replenish mana?" Ding Xing was extremely surprised when he heard this. There are many treasures that can restore mana in the immortal world, but no treasure can be effective instantly.

He will inevitably wonder whether Grandma Wuqin is exaggerating.
Chapter completed!