Dragon Vein Martial God

Jiang Ting grabbed the human-shaped creature and looked at it casually. Then he looked at the ground and fell down. The corpse suddenly died... The corpse was giving off a foul smell, as if it had been dead for many years.    

    

The strong body also disappeared. It was turned into minced meat by a few sword lights that sealed its limbs and joints.    

    

"Jiang Ting!" The illusory humanoid creature roared loudly.    

    

Jiang Ting retracted his gaze and carefully sized up the thing in the huge palm.    

    

It was not big, only about the size of a baby, and its figure was illusory.    

    

Even if it was illusory, one could still see the black scales on its body and the horns on its head.    

    

En, compared to the demons that were once captured by the Iceflame Crimson Wyrm, it might not be exactly the same... If its body was solid and enlarged, there would be almost no difference.    

    

The fiend race's Yan Yu that the Iceflame Crimson Wyrm captured?    

    

Although it didn't look any different, Jiang Ting knew that although this thing was a devil, it wasn't Yan Yu, and it shouldn't be a Yin Devil.    

    

Perhaps it was Huan Ling? After all, he had never seen an illusionary spirit before. Even the sheep dragon beast that was possessed by an illusionary spirit only gave it a quick glance.    

    

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Ting asked, "Illusionary spirit?"    

    

"Yes, I am!" The illusory devil said proudly.    

    

Jiang Ting shook his head. "No, no."    

    

The illusory devil's eyes narrowed.    

    

Jiang Ting saw this and said with a smile, "Huan Ling and Yan Yu might be able to escape... However... Even if they managed to escape, they would not be able to recover their Yuan Qi without hundreds of years. However, I can see that your soul body is very solid. It doesn't look like you've been tortured."    

    

The devil stared at Jiang Ting.    

    

Jiang Ting rubbed his chin and carefully observed, "It's not an illusionary spirit, it's not Yan Yu and the Yin Devil... Then, where did you come from?"    

    

The illusory devil's eyes flickered as he turned his head.    

    

Jiang Ting didn't get angry, he just smiled and said, "Let's talk about it. I'll ask and you answer my questions, and we'll work together. After I'm done with my questions, I'll let you go, how about it?"    

    

"Ant." The Illusory Devil Race's attitude was very firm.    

    

"You, a demon whose divine soul strength is only at the Golden Core Realm, dare..." Before his voice faded, Jiang Ting's gaze turned serious.    

    

A Golden Core demon?    

    

He wasn't mistaken. This soul body in front of him was indeed only at the Golden Core realm.    

    

As far as he knew, there were only demons inside the Demon Sealing Secret Realm... perhaps there were more?    

    

Although he didn't know if there really were more, he knew that if there were more, then they were, in essence, demons like the Yin Devils, who had been above the Soul Formation stage in the past.    

    

But the demon in front of him was only at the Golden Core stage... it was impossible for him to escape from the Demon Sealing Secret Realm.    

    

If it was... in the past, what right did a mere Golden Core have to be suppressed like the Demon Sealing Secret Realm? It had to be known that many demons had been sealed in the past. It was not that the people at that time did not want to kill, but rather, after suffering a great loss... They were unable to kill demons with powerful and terrifying physiques, so they could only lock them up helplessly.    

    

How could a mere Golden Core... not kill them? Since they could kill them, why should they seal them?    

    

It was impossible that he had come from the Demon Sealing Secret Realm... so he had come from somewhere else.    

    

A mere Golden Core cultivation. Even the demon race couldn't live for too long... In other words, this demon race couldn't have been a demon race from many years ago, but a demon race that had only been born after several decades and centuries.    

    

The demon race would not be born in Tian Lan.    

    

That...    

    

Demon Realm!    

    

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting instantly shouted in a low voice, "The Yin Devil has opened the passageway?"    

    

If it was the devil path... After thinking about it for a while, the only way was for the Yin Devil that had escaped earlier to open the passageway.    

    

However, wasn't the Yin Devil still being tortured by the Immortal Sword? It needed to restrict the Immortal Sword with its body, so how could it open the passageway?    

    

"How do you know..." That fiend was shocked.    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had leaked the information and hurriedly shut his mouth.    

    

Jiang Ting's heart sank to his former place. How did the Yin Devil manage to open the passageway?    

    

After a moment of silence, Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes. "I hope you are strong enough."    

    

"What?" The devil was dumbfounded and puzzled.    

    

Jiang Ting didn't say anything. He curled his finger and flames rose one after another. In a short while, the illusory devil was engulfed by the flames.    

    

"Ah..." A miserable scream was heard.    

    

In the night sky... En, how far did it spread? After all, Jiang Ting had set up a seal to isolate his Qi when they had just started fighting.    

    

If not, then the commotion just now would have alarmed the entire Zenith Palace, so how could there have been no one coming here all this time?    

    

After a series of miserable screams, the illusory demon howled in a trembling voice, "If you want to kill me then kill me... why... why must you be so cruel..."    

    

His words were intermittent and filled with difficulty.    

    

His soul body had been directly roasted by the flames. The pain... was so intense that it could not be described with words.    

    

Jiang Ting laughed lightly. "Cruel... don't be anxious. This is only the beginning. There are even more interesting methods that have yet to be used."    

    

"You..." The illusory devil widened his eyes in disbelief.    

    

Jiang Ting quietly approached the flame. When the flame touched Jiang Ting, it didn't hurt him at all.    

    

As the flame condensed by his magic power, it naturally couldn't hurt him.    

    

After getting close to his soul body, Jiang Ting took out a pitch-black wood... a Spirit Tree! Previously, he had found the Spirit Tree in the underground stone room where the red-haired ghost was hiding. This was a piece he had cut off from the table and chair.    

    

After taking it out, Jiang Ting chuckled and placed the small piece of Spirit Tree into the spirit body of the Magical Demon Race.    

    

After that, he smiled and said, "It's a good thing that I accidentally found this thing. If not, I really wouldn't have dared to use all of my techniques. Otherwise, if I accidentally crush your soul body, I would have nowhere to ask..."    

    

"Devil... devil..." The face of the Illusory Demon Race twisted.    

    

Jiang Tingze made a new move. Drops of water that emitted a terrifying cold energy were quietly dripping toward the illusory devil.    

    

"Argh..." The miserable cry of the devil instantly turned into countless shrill cries.    

    

The water droplet... sounded complicated. Simply put, with the addition of the water droplet, the demon's pain increased by at least twenty times.    

    

It was also fortunate that he was not a mortal. If he was a mortal, he would have died from intense pain countless times already.    

    

Jiang Tingze looked at it with a smile. Apart from forming new drops of cold water from time to time, he didn't do anything else.    

    

About 20 breaths later.    

    

The devil soul, who could no longer bear it, said with a trembling voice, "Let... let me go... I will tell you everything..."    

    

He submitted.    

    

The senses of a divine soul were countless times sharper than the senses of a pure physical body, and now, after being tortured by Jiang Ting like this... In the end, he was just a little devil at the Golden Core realm.    

    

When Jiang Ting heard this, he crooked his finger, and the flame vanished like an illusion.    

    

The pain instantly disappeared, but the devil soul still twitched subconsciously for a while before returning to normal.    

    

Because of the existence of the Spirit Nether Tree, the devil soul's soul body was still very stable... but the illusory soul body seemed to have a physical body at this moment, like a sludge, paralyzed and motionless.    

    

After examining it for a while, Jiang Ting didn't hurry to recall the Spirit Nether Tree, lest the devil soul couldn't withstand the pain from before and suddenly vanished.    

    

Jiang Ting retracted his gaze and asked directly, "Tell me, where did you come from, Tian Lan?"