3163: C3163 Encountering a Devil Cultivator

C3163 Encountering a Devil Cultivator

When Jiang Ting entered the depths of the cave, the first thing he saw was. . . In the seemingly clean cave, there were bloodstains on the corner of the wall, and corpses that were thrown into the corner like trash.

Most of them were white bones. Only a few corpses still had flesh and blood. Unfortunately, there was a strong smell of corpses, and the flesh had already started to rot. It was unknown how many years it had been dead.

Although a cultivator's body was weak, that was only relative. . . Compared to a mortal's body, a cultivator's body, even if it was only at the Qi Refining stage, with the cleansing of magical energy, would not rot for several years.

His spiritual will sensed for a moment. Jiang Ting's eyes became even more gloomy.

Those few corpses could barely see the rotting flesh and blood. Although their clothes had completely decayed, Jiang Ting could still see that those corpses had clearly been violated when they were still alive under the observation of his Divine Sense.

Furthermore, with his Divine Sense, he could sense that although the rotting speed of those corpses was very slow compared to ordinary mortals, it was still very fast when compared to Immortal cultivators.

Those corpses. . . In at most three to five months, their flesh and blood would also turn to dust, and there would only be a few more white skeletons here.

Most importantly, with his powerful Divine Sense, he discovered that whether it was the white bones or the rotting corpses, they all had a rather dim and obscure aura that belonged to Xiahou Ping.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had mixed them together before, that aura might not have remained after such a long time. If not for the fact that his Divine Sense far surpassed Xiahou Ping's at that time, he might not have been able to detect it.

After remaining silent for a while, Jiang Ting waved his hand again. A few white bone heads flew to his front under the guidance of his magic.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Ting still reached out his hand and wiped away the white bone.

With a "Ci," his finger felt as if it had touched sand. It very simply stabbed into the skull that should have been very solid.

Jiang Ting was silent for a moment, and then he touched the other skulls. . . It was exactly the same as before, and all of them collapsed upon contact.

"The method of harvesting. . . " Jiang Ting's expression sank once again.

Through the touch of his fingers and the probing of his Divine Sense, he was certain that the corpse and the bones must have suffered a loss when they were alive.

From the bones of the corpse, it could be seen that they were all female cultivators.

In addition, that trace of obscure aura that was almost undetectable was detected by his powerful spiritual will from the rotting corpse. Xiahou Ping's cultivation method should be some sort of supplementary cultivation method or a dual cultivation method.

The people here should have all been captured by the devil cultivators and taken by him. . .

There were even more clues that could not be found.

The aura in this place was all because of those who had been harvested, and it was only because of those who had been harvested that a trace of it was barely left behind. . . Moreover, the aura in the air had already dissipated extremely quickly, and now that a few years had passed, the aura had probably already completely dissipated.

How could it still be tracked?

"Ai. . . " Sighing lightly, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly and turned around to leave. He had come here to see if he could find any clues. Since he could not find any, there was naturally no need for him to continue staying.

In a short while, he flew out of the cave.

Raising his head to glance at the cave, Jiang Ting gently hooked his index finger and spread his magic.

"Rumble. . . " The cave quietly collapsed.

Not long after, the cave was flooded by countless rocks and stones. The cave also disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Ting ignored the cave. "Where are we going to find clues next?"

Since bean sprout was focused on cultivating, he was afraid that there wouldn't be any other clues. Returning to Crane Mourn Mountain would only be a waste of time.

Lowering his head and pondering for a long time, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly. "Looks like I can only try my luck. . . "

A ray of light appeared and Jiang Ting flew out of the mountain range. His speed was not considered fast.

Now that he didn't have any clues, the only thing he could do was conceal his aura and reveal his cultivation at Foundation Establishment Stage Level 1, making others think that he was very weak.

Mm, to put it simply, fishing. . . As long as a fiendish cultivator set their eyes on him, he would be able to take advantage of the opportunity to kill a fiendish cultivator.

It was one thing that he did not know about the Purple Frost Sect's mission. Now that he knew. . . As long as he could find a fiendish cultivator, he would be able to take advantage of the situation to uproot the stronghold that the fiendish cultivator knew of.

………………

Around seven days later.

About twenty thousand miles to the northwest of Crane Mountain.

An unknown wilderness.

Jiang Ting slowly flew at a low altitude in the wilderness. His aura was floating. One look and you could tell that he was a disciple of the Purple Frost Sect who had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm.

"Keke. . . " A strange laugh suddenly sounded on the ground.

Jiang Ting paused for a moment and then lowered his head to look at the ground. A playful look appeared in his eyes.

"Someone from the Purple Frost Sect. " A black-robed man rose from the ground and silently flew in front of Jiang Ting. As he approached, an extremely disgusting Qi began to spread. He was at the second level of Foundation Establishment.

The corners of Jiang Ting's mouth curled into a playful smile. "Devil cultivator?"

It had been seven days!

During these seven days, he had been wandering around all the time, looking like he was weak and was about to bully him. In the end, no one had dealt with him for a full seven days.

Furthermore, in order to avoid exposing himself, his Divine Sense did not dare to spread out recklessly. Just now, he actually did not notice that there was actually a demonic cultivator hiding on the ground.

Fortunately, that demonic cultivator saw that he was easy to bully and took the initiative to reveal himself.

The black-robed man licked his lips and revealed a bit of bloodthirstiness. "Kid, if I were you, I would immediately commit suicide. Otherwise, I would not be able to live or die later. "

Jiang Ting did not answer his question. "Actually, I am curious. Why do you devil cultivators like to wear black robes?"

The devil cultivator was startled for a moment, and then he revealed an angry expression. "You're courting death!"

In his anger, the devil cultivator didn't hesitate any longer. He attacked ferociously, and a huge blade that was still dripping blood was slashed at Jiang Ting.

"Why am I the one who died. . . "

"Why aren't you dead yet. . . "

"Come and accompany me. . . Hehe. . . "

Countless shrill, ear-piercing noises rang out from within the large saber, causing one's eardrums to hurt, and one's heart to be filled with impatience.

It was an attack aimed at the divine sense of the soul. . . A magical treasure cultivated by the devil. It was refined after extracting the soul of the living being, and every time it attacked, it would have the assistance of the resentful soul. . . The sound of the resentful soul pointed directly at the soul.

This might be one of the reasons why devil cultivators were constantly killed. After all, compared to ordinary magic treasures, magic treasures refined by devil cultivators were much stranger and more practical when attacking!

"You're too weak. " Jiang Ting's expression remained unchanged.

His divine sense and divine soul were not something that the devil cultivator in front of him could shake!

With a flash, he dodged the huge saber and ignored the divine soul attack. Then, with a wave of his hand, countless small spells were unleashed, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Water arrows, water snakes, fireballs, wooden vines and golden sword beams. . . There were countless small and complicated spells.

"Kid, aren't you underestimating me too much!?" That fiendish cultivator suddenly took out a white bone shield. The white bone shield was formed from numerous human bones. It was not mixed with any other natural treasures, only human bones.1

However, after the Fiendish Cultivator took out the white bone shield, each bone began to emit resentful souls. . . Just the white bone shield alone contained at least three hundred living souls.

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