2949: C2949 Where the Devil Cultivators Are

C2949 Where the Devil Cultivators Are

To Jiang Ting, he didn't care about the wanton acts of devil cultivators.

He knew the long river of fate and the Heavenly Dao... Unless one's strength was strong enough to rush out of the long river of destiny and the control of the Heavenly Dao, all paths and directions were under the control of fate.

Or some creatures that were not controlled by fate. In short, everything was fate. There was nothing to be calculative about.

Soon, after spending nearly four hours, when it was close to noon, Jiang Ting returned to the nearby mountain village.

However, he did not go near the village. Instead, he started to search the north quickly. He did not search the first two villages carefully. Last night, when he went to the village, he passed by the two villages. There was no need to go near them.

No, there should be a village by the side of the mountain village. He did not go completely close to the one beside him. He just arrived nearby. There were only Fu Zheng and Green Bamboo passing by.

After passing by the mountain village and the two nearby villages, Jiang Ting arrived at the third village in the north of the mountain village not long after.

When he got closer, Jiang Ting's eyes lit up. This village was full of broken walls. It seemed that it had been destroyed for a long time.

There were even more horse hooves and wheels. There were no corpses or the smell of blood.

There were only dust and spider webs and dilapidated buildings.

After checking for a while, he found some big pits outside the village. It seemed to be traces of magic.

After a long time, Jiang Ting said uncertainly, "This should be Shallow Dew Village, right?"

He remembered that the bean sprout that Jiangning had brought to Jiang Family was from Shallow Dew Village. According to Jiangning, Shallow Dew Village had been destroyed by a devil cultivator. Then, the immortal master of Zhao, Jing Peng, had been killed.

If the Shallow Dew Village had not been destroyed, Jiangning would not have taken the bean sprout to the Jiang Family.

After the devil cultivator had destroyed the Shallow Dew Village, Jing Peng had arrived. After that, he had severely injured the devil cultivator. That was why he had killed the devil cultivator and obtained the cultivation method to step onto the Immortal Path.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting's eyes narrowed. "The devil cultivators in the vicinity... "Is there a lot of them?"

In the Tian Lan Immortal World, devil cultivators were like rats crossing the street, and everyone wanted to beat them up. It was precisely because of this that according to what he knew, devil cultivators should be very rare.

In the end, in just a short year, a second devil cultivator had appeared in the vicinity of Chang Ning County?

Was it because there were too many devil cultivators in the cultivation world, or was it because the devil cultivators had set their eyes on the Wintry Snow Sect of the Crane Cry Mountain? Or was it some other conspiracy?

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly and continued to approach the north.

Conspiracy and whatnot were too far away from him.

Soon, he arrived at another village. The village was quiet and peaceful. When he flew past, he did not feel any unusual aura.

"Wow, that person is so fast. He's even faster than a bird. Is he an Immortal?"

"Immortal, wait for me..."

... "A bunch of idiots. Do they really think that an Immortal can see them so easily? I think they should be the experts who attacked the door nearby."

Jiang Ting's passing startled the village, but Jiang Ting ignored him and left.

Soon, it was night time. Jiang Ting had already passed seven villages, but he did not find anything.

Under the night sky, Jiang Ting approached another village.

Because of the night sky, he did not alert anyone.

After entering the village, under the scattered lights, he continuously walked through the roofs, but he still did not discover anything.

At the end of the village.

Jiang Ting turned around and glanced at the quiet village. "The last village. It seems like there are no devil cultivators in the east..."

According to Jing Peng's previous words, he had already made a trip to all the villages he wanted to explore, but he couldn't find any devil cultivators. In that case, the hideout of the fiendish cultivator should be within the range of Fu Zheng or Green Bamboo's search.

However, regardless of whether it was within the range of Green Bamboo or Fu Zheng, if he wanted to approach, he had to continue heading north. However, he could not head north now. Instead, he needed to move slightly to the west in order to successfully approach the village that the other two were searching for.

"If it wasn't for the fact that there is only the Crane Cry Mountain here... It would be a great opportunity to leave now." Sighing lightly, Jiang Ting looked in the direction he was heading and quietly jumped into the night sky.

Logically speaking, he should be separated from the rest of the devil eradicating mission, which was the best opportunity for him to leave the Purple Frost Sect.

However... the surrounding thousand miles were all of the State of Zhao. It was a mortal country, so it was almost impossible for cultivators to exist. The reason why he left the Purple Frost Sect was to cultivate faster.

If he didn't enter the mortal country, then with his cultivation, he could go. If he really went to the Crane Cry Mountain where the Purple Frost Sect was located, and he fled from the sect as a disciple of the Purple Frost Sect, then he would be considered to have betrayed the sect. Wouldn't he be asking for trouble?

If it wasn't for this concern, why would he search honestly during the day?

As he thought about it, he arrived at another village.

Even though the night sky was pitch black and there was no moonlight, Jiang Ting was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, so it was not difficult for him to see in the dark.

It was late at night, and the village was in the wilderness. Hence, in the middle of the night, the village had already lost its lights.

Jiang Ting did not mind. He quickly approached the village, and at the same time, he frowned. Why hadn't Fu Zheng and Green Bamboo reacted? After all, the number of villages he and Fu Zheng had searched was about the same.

The village he was currently in was the one Green Bamboo was searching for. He was already within the range of Green Bamboo's search, so why hadn't the other two sent any signals?

Could it be that they had encountered a fiendish cultivator? Were they captured before they could send a signal?

The moment they entered the village, Jiang Ting stopped in his tracks, and his nose twitched.

The smell of blood.

Although it was very faint, it was very faint. However, he was sure... It was indeed the smell of blood!

It was still human blood!

In this life, the number of people who had died at his hands could at least pile up into a mountain of bones! His sensitivity to blood was extraordinary.

Some people had died in this village. Not just one or two of them. If not, why would he smell the scent of blood in such a seemingly clean village?

Could it be that they were demonic cultivators?

A thought arose in his mind. Jiang Ting shook his head slightly. It shouldn't be. Jing Peng had said that the devil cultivator had collected a lot of souls. As long as they got close, they would definitely feel disgusted and would be discovered immediately.

Although there was no specific description, Jing Peng's explanation was enough. In this village, apart from the smell of blood, there was no other feeling.

This village had been robbed and robbed?

After thinking for a while, Jiang Ting suppressed his thoughts and continued to walk on the roof. If it wasn't a devil cultivator, then it had nothing to do with him.

After a while, Jiang Ting arrived at the center of the village.

The moment he got close to the center of the room, Jiang Ting suddenly stopped. He looked at the soles of his feet... and only saw bricks and tiles.

However, that was not important. What was important was that a wave of aura that he hated the most came from below. That aura was filled with violence, and he could even hear faint howls of pain.

Wails, there were men and women, old and young.

Wails?1

Those were the cries of the living souls!

Not good... Jiang Ting stomped hard on the roof, and his body instantly retreated. Without thinking, he took out the mission token.

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