3165: C3165 Mortal County

C3165 Mortal County

Although the devil cultivator's words were intermittent, Jiang Ting could still hear the reason clearly.

It turned out that there were many strongholds of devil cultivators.

However, it couldn't be said.

Because there were experts residing in the devil cultivators' strongholds, not a single one of them knew where the strongholds were located. Furthermore, the devil cultivators who had left the strongholds had set up restrictions.

A restrictive spell was in his mind.

If he tried to say where the stronghold was located. . . The restrictive spell would instantly flare up and shatter one's mind and consciousness.

Real? Fake?

After pondering for half a breath, Jiang Ting realized that what this unknown devil cultivator said was probably true!

If not, how many devil cultivators would the people of the Purple Frost Sect and Autumn Water Pavilion encounter each day when they were separated within the territory of the Purple Frost Sect?

If the strongholds were so easy to investigate. . . Many strongholds would have been uprooted long ago.

As the devil cultivators had said, the strongholds could not be found. It was only because of this that the Purple Frost Sect had specially issued missions to encourage their disciples to investigate, since it was inconvenient for them to send their Golden Core cultivators.

The devil cultivator, who had regained some of his consciousness, struggled to speak. "Kill me. . . Give me. . . A quick death! Please. . . I beg you. . . "

Jiang Ting didn't say anything. He looked at the head of the devil cultivator and narrowed his eyes slightly. He was thinking about whether he should send his Divine Sense into the mind of the devil cultivator to see if he could undo the seal.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly and gave up helplessly. . . The mind of the devil cultivator was the home ground of the devil cultivators.

Although the cultivation of a devil cultivator wasn't as high as his, and his Divine Sense was far lower than his, if his Divine Sense really entered the mind of a devil cultivator. . . Putting aside whether it could help the devil cultivator remove the seal, his Divine Sense wouldn't be able to defeat a devil cultivator in the mind of a devil cultivator.

What if his Divine Sense was trapped in the mind of the devil cultivator? Wouldn't he die too aggrievedly?

If his Divine Sense was too little, although it would not harm him, it would definitely not be able to undo the seal.

If he poured too much Divine Sense into it, he might die.

In comparison, he could only give up.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Ting said with an expressionless face. " There are no devil cultivators in this area. Give me a reliable answer. I'll give you a quick death. "

"No. . . I don't know. . . " The Devil Cultivator subconsciously shook his head.

"Trash, what do I need you for?" Jiang Ting's eyes turned cold.

After that, he couldn't be bothered to waste any more time. He took out a blade and cleanly beheaded the devil cultivator. At the same time, he took the storage bag of the devil cultivator, which was still intact, and left.

A dark cloud appeared in his heart.

The stronghold wasn't easy to investigate.

The demonic cultivators who knew about the stronghold had their minds sealed and could not reveal the location of the stronghold. . . That was also true. If the stronghold was easy to investigate, why would the Purple Frost Sect give out rewards that were worth "ten thousand" as a unit?

As for letting the devil cultivators who knew of the stronghold lead the way. . . What was the difference between this idea and letting the devil cultivators tell the location of the stronghold? If the devil cultivators were to lead the way, it would similarly trigger restrictions.

In short, the investigation of the stronghold was not simple!

…………. .

Mountains and rivers flowed, and the sun and moon rotated.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the northwest direction of the Crane Cry Mountain, approximately 13,000 kilometers away, there was a mortal country called the Joyous Yang Kingdom.

There was a county under the jurisdiction of the State of Huan Yang called An County.

An actual mortal county was about the same size as Chang Ning County that Jiang Ting had been to before.

An County, close to the middle of the street, was bustling with people.

A brawny middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties appeared on the street.

His gaze swept across the street and stopped at a closed house. Then, he shifted his gaze away without leaving a trace.

This person was Jiang Ting.

Three months ago, after he found out that there was a seal in the minds of devil cultivators, he continued to wander around.

During this period of time, he had killed seven or eight devil cultivators. Because he had run into a group of devil cultivators, he had fled in panic several times. Until not long ago, he had captured another devil cultivator alive.

After interrogating him, he was pleasantly surprised to find that in the State of Huan Yang's An County, there was a devil cultivator who used this place as a transfer button to "live in seclusion. " After that, he came looking for him.

What was a button?

He would regularly provide information to the stronghold, and he would discover that a wild devil cultivator had been brought to the stronghold, and so on and so forth. . .

The closed house was where the fiendish cultivator lived.

He had changed his appearance to that of a spy. As long as the fiendish cultivator returned to the stronghold, he would follow him. With that, if everything went smoothly, he would definitely be able to find the fiendish cultivator's stronghold.

The only thing he needed to pay attention to was that when he was monitoring, he could not be detected by the devil cultivator.

"Three months. I was lucky enough to obtain such a clue. I must not be careless. " After muttering to himself, Jiang Ting spread his gaze and started to observe his surroundings.

The buildings on the street were also strange.

On one side was a house, and on the other side was a shop.

On the other side where the demonic cultivators lived, all of them were houses. But on the other side, there were all stores. Yes, at a glance, most of them were stores that sold grains and grains.

Going to the residential area to monitor?

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly and chose to look in the direction of the stores that sold grains. The cultivation of the devil cultivator wasn't low.

He was at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment!

That's right, fifth level Foundation Establishment!

Speaking of which, it should be the strongest devil cultivator Jiang Ting had ever seen, a devil cultivator.

The three Golden Core cultivators of the Evil Dragon Workshop were not counted. Because, those three Golden Core cultivators weren't counted. They weren't demonic cultivators! Even before the old man finished his words, Jiang Ting could guess that those three Golden Core cultivators were most likely from the Black Feather Pavilion.

They only pulled out the so-called Blood One to Blood Three in order to hide their identities.

As for the devil cultivators who were living in seclusion here, their cultivation base was too high. Jiang Ting could only rely on the advantage of his Divine Sense to barely hide himself in the senses of the devil cultivators.

If his line of sight stayed for a long period of time, he would almost certainly be discovered. . . He might not be afraid of a fight, but he did not want to kill the devil cultivator. Instead, he wanted to follow that fiendish cultivator to find a stronghold.

Previously, when he had quietly approached the county town and discovered the fiendish cultivator's cultivation base, in order to avoid exposing himself, he had left just now. He had even used magic to forcefully seal his body and cultivation base.

En, self-sealing means, Jiang Ting was now very familiar with it. Next, unless the devil cultivator used his Divine Sense to carefully observe him or attacked him directly, he wouldn't be exposed in a few steps.0

In the midst of his Divine Sense, he had already passed by the residence of the fiendish cultivator. . . There was nothing special about the residence on the street.

He then went to a few more shops.

Jiang Ting stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at a shop beside him. . . The shop was running a food business, and it also sold a type of botanical oil.

As for the rest, they were all gone.

After sizing it up for a while, Jiang Ting lifted his foot and entered the shop. He was prepared to buy the shop and then sit at the entrance of the shop to monitor the shop every day. He had his senses and intuition. Even if he could not see the person directly, he was not worried that the fiendish cultivator would suddenly disappear.

In the shop.

When he saw Jiang Ting enter, the shopkeeper, who was deep in his calculations, immediately asked, "Customer, do you want to buy corn or polished rice?"

His smile was quite sincere.

Jiang Ting approached and his expression was the same as usual. "I want to buy this shop. I wonder how much it will cost?"

The shopkeeper's smile immediately disappeared. "Customer, this joke is not funny. "

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