3164: C3164 Interrogation

C3164 Interrogation

Facing Jiang Ting's attack, the devil cultivator took out a white bone shield without any hesitation. Countless resentful souls emerged from the white bone shield, blocking the devil cultivator's path.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Minor spells and resentful souls collided continuously, neutralizing each other.

Just as the fiendish cultivator was about to counterattack, he suddenly felt his body tighten. He lost control of his four limbs, and his magic power became chaotic. Losing control, he fell to the ground.

Because of this, the white bone shield powerlessly fell to the ground. . . The resentful souls dissolved one after another.

The remaining minor techniques hit the fiendish cultivator head-on.

"Ah. . . " With a miserable cry, the fiendish cultivator was drowned by the minor techniques.

However, he didn't die. . . After the minor techniques were canceled out by the resentful soul, Argh. . . The devil cultivator screamed as he was drowned by the small spell. However, he didn't die. . . After the small spell was neutralized by the resentful soul. . .

How could a simple small spell kill a devil cultivator?

Only when the dust on the ground dispersed did they see. . . The Fiendish Cultivator was bound by a fishing net, and his body was already badly mutilated. There were wounds, charred wounds, and bloody holes. It went without saying that they had all been struck out by small magic.

The demonic cultivator swallowed the blood in his mouth and his eyes were filled with terror, "You. . . Foundation Establishment 3rd Level?"

"Congratulations, you got it right. " Jiang Ting landed on the ground and slowly walked in front of the devil cultivator.

The devil cultivator subconsciously retreated. " You. . . You. . . What are you going to do?"

However, how could he, who was bound by the fishing net, retreat?

Other than cracking his flesh and blood, there were no other benefits.

"Ah. . . " Under the pain, the fiendish cultivator let out a few more miserable cries.

The net formed by the snow crystal silk, Jiang Ting was now at the third level of Foundation Establishment. Without the cultivation of the fourth or fifth level of Foundation Establishment, he would not be able to break free!

Jiang Ting's eyes turned cold. "If you don't want to die, then be quiet. "

The miserable cry stopped abruptly. The devil cultivator looked at Jiang Ting with fear and trembled.

Jiang Ting revealed a curious expression. "You, are you afraid of me?"

It was not his fault. No matter what, that devil cultivator was at the second level of Foundation Establishment. But now. . . Didn't it seem to be too weak? He hadn't even started to interrogate him.

The demonic cultivator forced himself to pretend to be calm and said, "Dao. . . What do you want to know, Fellow Daoist?"

Actually, it was not the fiendish cultivator's fault.

It had been said that Fiendish Cultivators liked to kill people. . . Killing people was just normal.

After killing people, that was the main point.

For example, the magic treasures of Fiendish Cultivators. . . The resentful souls contained within those magic treasures. All of them were resentful souls that had survived countless tortures and were lucky enough to survive.

There were too many tortures. The thoughts of the fiendish cultivators naturally changed.

Being accustomed to torture, to the devil cultivators, whether or not they could endure the torture was naturally up to them. . .

Jiang Ting didn't know at this moment, but he wasn't interested in knowing.

"Tell me, where is the hiding place of the devil cultivators you know?" The voice was full of smiles.

"I don't know. " The demonic cultivator instantly shook his head.

The smile on Jiang Ting's face turned into disappointment. "I don't know. . . Looks like I have to use some tricks. "

After that, he lightly sighed. Four streams of magic power shot out and hit the four meridians and acupuncture points on the abdomen of the devil cultivator.

"Eh. . . " The fiendish cultivator's face turned deathly pale. He had been restricted and suppressed by Jiang Ting. Now, his energy had been sealed by Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting's cultivation base wasn't much higher than his. He could break through the seal, but it wasn't something that could be done in a short period of time. Furthermore, he would be discovered.

"I hope you really don't know. If not, tsk tsk. . . " With a whisper, Jiang Ting took back the Snow Crystal Silk.

Without the restraint, the devil cultivator fell powerlessly to the ground.

Jiang Ting acted as if he didn't see it. He then lightly sighed, and a stream of magic power surged into the devil cultivator's heart. After that, the magic power followed the devil cultivator's heart and spread to all of his limbs and bones.

After finishing the task, Jiang Ting said with a smile on his face. "According to the strength of your strength, it will take at least twenty breaths of time to break through the seal. When you try to use your magic power, your entire body will suffer the pain of ten thousand ants devouring your heart. . . . I think that you won't be able to withstand the pain. What do you think?"

"No. . . Don't. . . " The fiendish cultivator's face was drained of blood.

Jiang Ting smiled. Don't worry, that layer of magic power I just used. . . It can stimulate your flesh and blood greatly. Under the effect of that energy, any senses you have will be magnified by ten times, including pain. "

The pale face was filled with terror once again, "What. . . What are you doing?"

Jiang Ting's smile did not fade. "Let's start with the appetizer. It is said that the fingers are connected to the heart. I will try it first. "

Interrogation through torture was about methods.

Using a whip to whip something or something. That was the lowest and least threatening method. As long as one had a normal mind, they could grit their teeth and treat it as a spring breeze.

As for Jiang Ting, his magic power surged. Ten golden embroidery needles silently condensed.

"Don't. . . " The demonic cultivator lost his voice.

Unfortunately, both of his hands were forcefully lifted up by Jiang Ting's magic, and he was forced to open his fingers.

The embroidery needle that was emitting a metallic spiritual energy silently approached his ten fingers.

"Don't. . . " The demonic cultivator frantically tried to withdraw his magic power, but unfortunately, his magic power was sealed, so how could he withdraw his hands?

No matter how frightened he was, the first needle quietly pierced through his nails. The speed at which it pierced through was very slow. A little bit, a little bit, it slowly pierced through. Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht!

"Ah. . . " An extremely miserable scream rang out.

It was already painful enough to pierce through his finger, and his senses were magnified by Jiang Ting's magic power by ten times. . . The pain was indescribable unless one experienced it personally.

It took five breaths of time for the embroidery needle to completely enter his finger.

Jiang Ting was still laughing. "No rush, no rush. This is just the appetizer. There are still nine fingers left. "

The demonic cultivator's body began to tremble. "Don't. . . "

The second embroidered flower also quietly pierced in.

"Ah. . . " That shrill voice continued to spread, and his body continued to twitch.

Before long, five needles had pierced into his body.

Jiang Ting comforted him, "Don't worry, there are only five left. The appetizer will be finished. "

The devil cultivator's consciousness became somewhat chaotic. "Devil, devil. . . "

It was not to the extent of piercing one's finger. Unfortunately, the increase in his perception was something he could not bear.2

He had already been badly mutilated, but due to the constant twitching of his body, he was now like mud.

Just as the sixth needle was about to reach him.

"No, I said. . . " The fiendish cultivator's mind finally collapsed.

Jiang Ting sighed. "Tsk tsk, wouldn't it be better if you cooperated well? Why are you being so stubborn. . . Where is your stronghold? Tell me about it. "

" No. . . You can't tell me. " The demonic cultivator shuddered, and his eyes regained their clarity.

Jiang Ting's expression darkened, and a cold light shone in his eyes. "Hmm? It seems that fellow Daoist isn't calm enough. Since that's the case, you should continue to calm down. . . "

"Ah. . . " Amidst the mournful wails, the sixth embroidery needle pierced in as well.

The twitching devil cultivator frantically defended himself. "There. . . There is a restriction. . . No. . . No. . . "

"What do you mean?" Jiang Ting frowned slightly.

The devil cultivator, whose consciousness had almost collapsed, answered subconsciously, "There is a seal. . . "

Although the voice was intermittent, Jiang Ting could still hear it clearly.

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