3239: C3239 The Disaster of the Devil Cultivators

C3239 The Disaster of the Devil Cultivators

The Golden Core cultivator from the Autumn Water Pavilion stood in the air on the flying boat, and his magic power converged, and in less than half a breath's time, he absorbed a trace of residual energy from the ground and turned it into a black flying crane.

The man ignored the black flying crane and flew back to the flying boat: "That fiendish cultivator is only at Foundation Establishment Stage Level 3. Hua Ling, Mei Hui, take a trip together. We can take care of each other along the way. . . Hurry up and return, don't delay for too long. "

"Okay. " Hua Ling and another Autumn Water Pavilion disciple spoke at the same time.

The Autumn Water Pavilion disciple called Mei Hui was tall and slender. He stood quietly at the edge of the flying boat with an expressionless face. He looked as cold as ice.

The strangest thing was that she held a sword in her hand.

When others did not use their magic treasures, they would put them in storage bags or store them in their bodies to nourish them. . . But Mei Hui held the sword in her hand, as if she was ready to fight at any time.

There were many plum blossoms carved on the surface of the sword sheath. It was unknown whether it was simply beautiful or had some sort of formation or restriction.

The topic was further away.

After Mei Hui and Hua Ling agreed, they left the flying boat at the same time. The black flying crane seemed to have noticed something. It spread its wings slightly and flew in a certain direction. Perhaps because of the Golden Core, the black flying crane was extremely fast. At least, it was not something that ordinary cultivators at the third or fourth level of the Building Foundation Stage could compare with.

Hua Ling and Mei Hui naturally followed the black flying crane and left.

After that. . . The flying boat did not stop at its original place, and instead headed in another direction.

On the other side.

Hua Ling and Mei Hui followed behind the black flying crane. They flew in front and behind them for about two days.

The black flying crane seemed to have sensed something and suddenly began to dive towards the ground.

When they got close to the ground, Hua Ling and Mei Hui realized that there was a small town here.

Looking at the sky, the town wasn't too big. There were only 300 households, which could be considered quite poor. The name of the town was carved into the huge rocks at the entrance of the town.

Nan Ling Town.

And this town seemed to have been. . . Ravaged.

They saw that more than half of the houses had collapsed and were destroyed. In the streets and some rooms, they could sense almost seventy corpses with their Divine Senses. Judging from the smell of blood, the time of death should not be more than two hours.

If that was the case, they could just get rid of the demons.

But the problem was. . . The devil cultivators were dead.

On the street, the corpse of a black-robed man who exuded the aura of a devil cultivator fell to the ground, his corpse separated from his body. Apart from that, there were no other wounds on his body. It seemed like he had been instantly killed by a passing expert.

Hua Ling furrowed her brows. "I don't think there are any disciples of the Purple Frost Sect or the Demon Refining Pavilion nearby, right?"

"Follow them and take a look. If they are enemies, just kill them. " Mei Hui's words were simple and concise.

Flower Bell did not respond. Instead, she continued to approach the town. "I'll go down and ask. . . "

This time, he also revealed himself.

In an instant, everyone who was still alive in the town was alarmed.

"Immortals. . . Greet Immortals. . . "

"Big Sister Fairy is so beautiful. . . "

"Impudent brat, quickly pay respects to Immortals. . . "

"Paying respects to the Immortal. . . "

Most of the residents of the town began to kneel on the ground with respectful and fervent expressions.

Flower Bell spread her magic power to stop the mortals from kneeling down and asked: "The person who killed that devil, where did he go?"

His face wasn't considered gentle, but it also didn't have any disdain. It could be considered normal.

"I know, I know, I know. He went over there. "

"That's right. That immortal is heading south. . . "

"It's all thanks to that Immortal that we were all killed by the Devil. Wuwuwu. . . "

The mortals scrambled to answer. . . . Perhaps it was because of Hua Ling's ordinary demeanor, or perhaps it was because of the extraordinary appearance of the female Immortal Cultivators, which was beyond the imagination of the mortal world and beyond the imagination of the mortal world. The fish sank, the geese fell, and the closed moon embarrassed the flowers. In short, the residents of the town were not vigilant at all.

They would answer whatever Hua Ling asked.

…………

About two hours ago.

In the sky far away from Nanling Town.

"Hmm?" Jiang Ting, who was controlling the flying boat, looked at the ground quietly.

He saw Nan Ling Town and also saw the raging flames of Nan Ling Town.

There was a wall of fire that was nearly 40 meters tall that surrounded the entire town. Inside the town, thick smoke billowed. Countless mortals that looked like ants in the sky were running and hiding in the streets, crying and wailing.

There was also a Fiendish Cultivator standing in the sky, ten fingers on both hands, and ten blood-red threads that continuously swept across the town. Every time the threads flew out, There would definitely be someone who would die a violent death. All the blood in his body would be sucked dry, and even his soul would be taken away by that devil cultivator.

"Haha, a bunch of ants, it's your good fortune to be able to add Xin Huo to me. . . . " The devil cultivator's arrogant laughter could be heard clearly even from high up in the sky.

It was quite a coincidence that he happened to bump into a demonic cultivator who was committing a crime.

At this time, almost seventy people had died in the town.

"Foundation Establishment 3rd Level. . . . It just so happens that I've accumulated a stomach full of anger in Evil Dragon Fang's Yun Family. I'll use you to vent my anger. " After sizing him up, Jiang Ting let out a rare cold laugh.

In an instant, the flying boat was like a bird, flying downwards at an extremely fast speed.

A fierce wind howled.

In less than three breaths of time, Jiang Ting arrived above the town from the sky. He did not conceal the existence of the flying ship, nor did he conceal his figure.

"Who is it?!" The devil cultivator who was still wreaking havoc and killing instantly felt a sense of danger. He raised his head and shouted furiously.

A violent gale assaulted them.

A violent gale. It did not help increase the intensity of the fire. On the contrary, it blew out the flames that the demonic cultivator had cast.

The devil cultivator had finally discovered Jiang Ting's cultivation base.

"Dao. . . Fellow Daoist. " The angry expression on the devil cultivator's face turned into a forced smile, and he subconsciously started to retreat.

He couldn't blame the devil cultivator for this. . . . The difference in cultivation base was too great.

The devil cultivators were only at the third level of Foundation Establishment, while Jiang Ting was at the sixth level.

Not everyone could cross realms and fight like Jiang Ting.2

Jiang Ting floated out of the flying boat. His voice was cold and his eyes were cold. "Tell me the distribution of devil cultivators here. If not, I will make you beg for death. "

Numerous matrices started flying around him. In Jiang Ting's opinion, a mere third level Foundation Establishment devil cultivator was too useless. It was not worth him to use immortal techniques and sword formations.

"Immortal, save me. . . "

"Wuwu, Immortal, save us. . . "

"Immortal Brother, Little Tuan's mother is sleeping and won't wake up. Can you help Little Tuan wake her up. . . "

"Son. . . We are saved, but you went. . . "

Perhaps it was a pleasant surprise, or perhaps it was the sound of someone choking in grief or crying that resounded throughout the small town.

Obviously, Jiang Ting was no different from an immortal compared to the devil cultivator. Everyone in the town regarded Jiang Ting as their savior.

If it was an ordinary person looking at the town from top to bottom, perhaps he would be overcome by sorrow at this moment. . . A four or five-year-old child was lying next to his parents' corpse, his face filled with naivety and ignorance.

An old man was kneeling in front of some young and robust men.

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