3240: C3240 Transfer Your Anger

C3240 Transfer Your Anger

If an ordinary person were to see this town at this moment, they might be overcome with grief. Or perhaps, no matter how heartless a person was, as long as they were in the Mysterious Gate and not in the Path of Demons, they would at least shed a drop of crocodile tears to express their grief.

Unfortunately, Jiang Ting. . . He also wanted to experience the so-called sadness and sorrow. However, he had seen too much. He had seen too many scenery. The scenery of the small town had reached its limit, but it had only caused a tiny ripple in his heart that was difficult to detect.

It was impossible for him to affect his emotions.

After he swept the town, he no longer paid attention to the mortals. How could a Foundation Establishment devil cultivator be injured and not die when dealing with mortals?

As long as they were hit, they would all be dead, even their souls would be extracted.

It was impossible to save them. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind helping a few ordinary people.

"Tell me the distribution of devil cultivators? Do you understand?" Jiang Ting looked at the devil cultivators.

He didn't attack, he just released the pressure that belonged to the sixth level of Foundation Establishment.

Logically speaking, even if the devil cultivator was only at the third level of Foundation Establishment, they wouldn't be suppressed by the pressure of the same level of Foundation Establishment, even if the pressure belonged to the sixth level of Foundation Establishment!

However, Jiang Ting's pressure was different.

When he was releasing the pressure, he merged his Divine Sense into it.

If it was anyone else. . . If their Divine Sense wasn't strong enough, they would only be able to severely injure their Divine Sense if they were to act in such a manner.

However, Jiang Ting's Divine Sense was too powerful.

The devil cultivator who was enveloped by the pressure felt a chill run down his spine. Vaguely, his mind felt like it had fallen into a storm, and he himself was just a piece of leaf in the storm that could be crushed into pieces at any time.

Without hesitation, the demonic cultivator begged for mercy from the bottom of his heart. "Spare me. Spare me! Spare me! Spare me! Spare me! Spare me. . . "

"Tell me the distribution of devil cultivators. " An impatient look appeared on Jiang Ting's face.

"This. . . Is. . . It's all in here. " The devil cultivator shivered and couldn't care less about anything else. He hurriedly took out a Demonic Beast skin from his storage bag and held it in his hands.

Jiang Ting waved his hand and the Demonic Beast skin appeared in his hand. . . . It was a map.

It could be considered a relatively small map. The map covered an area of roughly a hundred thousand li in all four directions, some of which were clearly marked by demonic cultivators, the Black Feather Pavilion and the Sacred Sun Clan. Clearly, they should be the gathering points of the demonic cultivators, the Black Feather Pavilion and the Sacred Sun Clan.

He had also found the Evil Dragon Workshop on the map. From the map, he could see that if he were to use the small mountain range not too far away as a coordinate, he would only be less than twenty thousand li away from the Evil Dragon Workshop.

It was relatively close.

Only twenty thousand miles away?

That was true. In the past few days, Jiang Ting had taken a detour in order to avoid bumping into the Yun Family's pursuers. He hadn't taken a straight path.

"Dao. . . Fellow Daoist, can I leave now?" The devil cultivator's careful voice was heard, and his posture was extremely low.

Jiang Ting, who was still observing the map, lowered his head again. "Ai, I never thought that you would be so cooperative. This makes it very difficult for me. "

The map was real.

At least, there were no traces of any changes in the map for a short period of time. If the Fiendish Cultivator was always prepared, in order to avoid being interrogated, he would prepare a fake map in advance. Then, there was nothing Jiang Ting could do.

He did not have the time to investigate the authenticity of the map.

However, it didn't matter. He wasn't here to kill devil cultivators. Regardless of the authenticity of the map, The Sacred Sun Clan, the Black Feather Pavilion, and the regions where demonic cultivators existed, he just had to avoid them. He would not lose anything on his left or right.

The devilish cultivator's expression changed greatly, "Fellow Daoist, you. . . Could it be that you want to go back on your word?"

It was as if he had sensed something.1

"Go back on your word?"

After a pause, Jiang Ting sneered. "Did I say I would let you go?"

The Mother Blade started to trash again.

Annoyed, the devil cultivator revealed a ferocious look. "Don't go too far. If you push me too far, even if I can't beat you, I can still bury this town with me!"

Jiang Ting laughed. "Are you joking with me? The people of this town don't have half a Spirit Stone to do with me. What does their death have to do with me?"

Initially, they thought of Jiang Ting as their savior, hiding in the buildings not far away from the devil cultivators. When they heard Jiang Ting's words that didn't seem like a joke, all of them took a few steps back. Their eyes were filled with fear, and they no longer had the hope, hope, joy, and so on.

Only two or three children were still crying beside their loved ones' corpses, ignorant and ignorant.

"You. . . " The devil cultivator choked on his words, and then he gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he clapped his hands, and ten blood threads shot towards Jiang Ting.

Since there was no way to resolve this, then. . . Even if he had to die, he would still peel off a layer of skin from Jiang Ting's body.

Jiang Ting thought for a moment, and three blades flew out.

"Crack! A few sounds were heard. The invisible soft threads that were clearly condensed from magic power and blood energy were cut by the blanket blades as if they were cutting steel, turning into fluorescent light and dissipating.

Jiang Ting was not in a hurry to attack, and continued to sneer, "Trash. "

At the same time, he felt a faint sense of depression begin to dissipate from the bottom of his heart. . . The heart fire that had been accumulated inside the Yun Family and had not been exposed at all, which no one had noticed, began to disappear.

As expected, he had to vent his anger.

The poor devil cultivator didn't know that if it wasn't for Jiang Ting's anger, perhaps he wouldn't have cared about the business of Nan Ling Town in order to prevent his whereabouts from being leaked.

Or perhaps even if he interfered, he wouldn't continuously ridicule and belittle them. Instead, he would kill them on the spot with magic techniques or magic tools, instead of. . . Continuously suppressing their hearts.

On the other side.

Although the devil cultivators didn't know what Jiang Ting was thinking, they could already tell at this moment. He wasn't a match for Jiang Ting at all.

Don't look at how the Chainless Mother Blade that was flying around Jiang Ting was mystical like a peerless divine weapon. Only mortals would be deceived.

Although devil cultivators were weak, they were still at the third level of Foundation Establishment. With a glance, he could see that the Chainmother Blade was only an intermediate grade magic weapon. Even if its power was comparable to a high grade magic weapon. . . It could only be compared.

It was not even a magic weapon.

Jiang Ting was completely toying with him!

Even when he was toying with him, it was still the same! If he was serious. . . Wouldn't he be killed before he could even react? Was he trying to capture him alive right now?

Capture him alive?

When he thought of this word, the fiendish cultivator suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He liked to kill people, and he also liked to torture the souls of living creatures to strengthen himself. However, that was only applied to people. If he was the one being tortured, then he wouldn't like it.

"Damned bastard! Even if I die, don't even think about getting away with it!" Accompanied by a roar, the body of the fiendish cultivator began to swell.

Because he was worried about being tortured. . . And because he wanted to die to free himself, the fiendish cultivator gritted his teeth and chose to self-destruct.

Even though after self-destruction, his divine soul would be shattered. . . However, under the misunderstanding, the fiendish cultivator believed that even if he self-destructed and his divine soul was obliterated, it was still better than falling into someone else's hands and suffering torture.

Under the circumstances that he would definitely be unable to protect himself, the devil cultivators who were ruthless to others. . . If they were not ruthless, they would not be able to become devil cultivators, nor could they suppress the resentment and distracting thoughts that came from the resentful souls.

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