Dragon Vein Martial God

Qingyang confirmed the identity of the corpse through the cloth fragment and turned pale with fright... and spoke to Zhu Yuan, he hoped that Zhu Yuan could convince Jiang Ting to help, even if he didn't do anything. He believed that with Jiang Ting's mighty reputation, as long as he stayed here, even if he didn't do anything... It can also intimidate anyone who harbors ill intentions.    

    

"But..." Zhu Yuan subconsciously wanted to deny it, but in the end, he said in a low voice, "Fine, let's go find Fellow Daoist Jiang together..."    

    

He didn't want to expose Jiang Ting in advance, but the situation was getting stranger and stranger, and it seemed like the person who attacked him was getting more and more unscrupulous. Now, that was the only thing he could do.    

    

Qing Yang's eyes flickered. Without saying another word, he and Zhu Yuan quickly approached the mountain peak.    

    

After arriving at the courtyard.    

    

Qing Yang revealed a pained expression. "Jiang Ting is not here... Could it be that Fellow Daoist Jiang doesn't want to get involved?"    

    

Zhu Yuan's expression also turned ugly. In Zhu Yuan's eyes, although he wasn't familiar with Jiang Ting, he was at least an elder of the Purple Frost Sect.    

    

Even if he wasn't willing to get involved, it was better to reject him instinctively than to leave without saying goodbye.    

    

Not long later, Zhu Yuan forced a smile and said, "I think he has something to do and will be going out for now."    

    

"It should be..." Qing Yang replied with a wry smile.    

    

Then, he said, "Brother Zhu, you've been working quite hard these days... You should rest here first. I'll go down and investigate carefully to see who has anything to do with it. Don't refuse. After we find out who the real murderer is, we'll need to borrow the prestige of Brother Zhu and the Purple Frost Sect behind you to intimidate them. After that, I'm afraid that Brother Zhu will be busy... "    

    

"That's fine too. " Zhu Yuan nodded slightly.    

    

King Qingyang turned and left... Far away, his eyes narrowed. It was unknown what he was thinking, or perhaps he was sensing something.    

    

Soon, his feet touched the ground and he disappeared from Emperor Zenith Palace.    

    

...    

    

An hour later.    

    

An unknown distance away from the palace, under the night sky, Jiang Ting rode his silver dragon flying boat and flew towards the Purple Frost Sect at an extremely fast speed.    

    

He flew.    

    

Jiang Ting suddenly felt a bit stuffy... No, it wasn't a feeling, it was a fact.    

    

The surrounding air seemed to have stopped flowing.    

    

The spiritual energy also seemed to have been frozen.    

    

The flying boat, which had been speeding at full speed, was forced to stop in midair... Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if something bad was about to happen.    

    

Ah, he didn't act rashly. Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, he cupped his fists and looked in all directions. "I don't know which senior is here. If I accidentally offend you, please forgive me."    

    

"Jiang Ting..." With a low voice, a person wearing a smiling clown mask appeared outside the flying ship.    

    

His aura was profound and unfathomable.    

    

After sizing him up for a while, Jiang Ting's pupils contracted slightly.    

    

"You, you recognized me." The clown mask's voice was hoarse.    

    

Jiang Ting instantly shook his head. "Senior, you must be joking. With senior's cultivation base, if you don't want to reveal your appearance, how can junior be able to see your true appearance?"    

    

His expression was the same as usual, and it didn't seem like he was faking it.    

    

"How do you want to die?" The Clown mask's eyes were filled with mockery.    

    

... "" Jiang Ting fell into silence. It was as if he did not know how to answer.    

    

Half a breath later, Jiang Ting suddenly took out a teleportation talisman that had already burned out.    

    

Spatial fluctuations spread out, and ripples spread out... With Jiang Ting's peak Heavenly Realm cultivation base, he could even clearly feel the spatial energy pulling at his body.    

    

Just as he was about to escape into the spatial teleportation formation and leave...    

    

The masked man suddenly stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion.    

    

A formless wave of air surged... The spatial energy that had just appeared trembled slightly and disappeared without a trace.    

    

Jiang Ting's expression changed slightly. What a powerful strength. This was the first time someone had forcefully suppressed the fluctuation of the spatial force when he was about to use the teleportation talisman to leave.    

    

Previously, when he faced the Nascent Soul old ancestor phantom of the Giant Tower Sect, the Nascent Soul phantom had not been able to stop him. Was it because the Nascent Soul in front of him was his real body and not his incarnation?    

    

Although his mind was anxious, Jiang Ting's face was still forced to remain calm. There was a hint of fear in his calm expression. "Senior, may I know where this junior offended you? Even if I die, why don't senior let this junior understand the meaning of death?"    

    

"When you die, I will tell you the answer to your corpse." With a low voice, the Nascent Soul grabbed at Jiang Ting once again, and a terrifying suction force appeared.    

    

It forcefully pulled Jiang Ting out of the flying boat and confined him about ten meters away from him. It even used a powerful pressure to suppress the magic power in Jiang Ting's body.    

    

He didn't have the strength to fight back at all.    

    

This clown masked man was not only a Soul Transformation cultivator, he was also one of the best among the Soul Transformation cultivators!    

    

He looked at the clown mask again. After imprisoning Jiang Ting, he didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand again, and two beast claws appeared. One was like Jiang Ting's head, and the other was attacking his dantian's Zifu.    

    

Once a stone fell... ten lives, a hundred lives, or even a thousand lives wouldn't be enough to die!    

    

Just like that, he died here?    

    

The beast claw was getting closer... It was getting closer...    

    

Just as it was about to touch Jiang Ting, a sinister light flashed in Jiang Ting's eyes. "Azure Yang King... should I call you Azure Yang of Imperial Palace, or should I call you the demon race?"    

    

"Bang! A loud sound rang out.    

    

An armor made of pure dragon scales suddenly appeared on the surface of Jiang Ting's body. The scale armor was not shiny. It looked like a armor that was built randomly. It was bumpy and full of ferociousness.    

    

It was even more like a casual strike that could break it apart.    

    

However, when the two beast claws hit the armor, apart from creating ripples and sending Jiang Ting flying with a single strike, there was no other effect.    

    

The eyes of the clown mask revealed a hint of confusion. "There is indeed armor. He did not lie."    

    

"You, you can't kill me."    

    

Jiang Ting paused for a moment before exhaling. "I don't want to get involved in the matters of Emperor Zenith Palace. If you let me leave, then I will pretend I never went to Emperor Zenith Palace."    

    

"To be able to speak so righteously while begging for mercy, you truly deserve to be called a famous proud son of heaven." The clown mask clapped his hands together.    

    

Jiang Ting's eyes revealed a sinister look, and then he stretched out his hand to take the token from his waist.    

    

The clown mask didn't even take action, calmly looking at him: "Your magic power has been frozen, Concealed Demon is very curious, you, how are you going to send the message?"    

    

Jiang Ting stopped holding the token and sneered. Invisible ripples started spreading from his body.    

    

Power of heaven and earth.    

    

"I really underestimated you..." The Clown mask's expression became serious.    

    

With a flash, he instantly appeared in front of Jiang Ting and threw a punch.    

    

Jiang Ting was sent flying again. The force of heaven and earth that he had gathered was also dispersed due to the impact.    

    

Seeing this, the clown mask laughed softly, "If I really let you send a message, I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome... Wouldn't it be better to be killed honestly? Why must I experience the fear before death? Or, is this the will of an ant to survive?"    

    

He sensed that his body was continuously sent flying. He was completely unable to control his body. He then looked at the armor on his body, the sect token that he was holding.    

    

Jiang Ting's expression became even more sinister.    

    

This was troublesome. He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't leave either!