“Brother Wu is right. A poison that can fuse with the soul will ruin that person no matter what.
However, if this poison is really the legendary 'soul poison', then it is a vicious thing of the same level as the 'poison of spiritual consciousness' and is the most poisonous thing in the world.
In this way, many of us have underestimated the monks of the Desolate Moon Continent. We must be careful from now on, otherwise, if we are entangled by this poison, it will be a big trouble. "
Another demon cultivator who seldom spoke frowned and said, and the short-haired demon cultivator nodded in agreement.
"You two fellow Taoists are worrying too much. Although the poison is powerful, its power is limited. It is deadly to demon soldiers and monsters, but it does not pose much threat to us.
And with our strength, we can detect the poison before it gets close to us."
The middle-aged demon cultivator named Wu waved his hands. He had sensed the poison when it wrapped around his fingers.
At that time, he just felt that it did not threaten his ability, so he let the poison wrap around his finger. After studying it for a while, he burned it casually.
After hearing the words of the middle-aged demon cultivator surnamed Wu, the two demon cultivators finally felt relieved. Although they relied on their strong bodies and were not afraid of poisons, they were still afraid of this kind of poison that could harm their consciousness and soul.
"It seems that the purpose of these monks entering the town is to gather intelligence and then wait for an opportunity to hunt down our monks."
The short-haired demon cultivator thought for a moment and gave a guessed answer.
The middle-aged demon cultivator surnamed Wu had a strange look in his eyes. "If that's the purpose, they did get some information from Jiao Hua and planned to escape immediately.
But when he found that he could not leave, he finally set an ambush in the town, caused a riot, and took the opportunity to escape.
However, there is another thing that is strange. Those people actually took away one of Jiao Hua's men and also took away the two restriction tokens on Jiao Hua's body."
"Oh, Jiao Hua's subordinate is a monk from the South China Sea? Not a monk from a foreign land who is cooperating with us?"
"They are monks from the South China Sea. You want to say that they are here to rescue people, right? I thought so at first, but after asking, I found it even more strange.
Jiao Hua's entire team came from a sect called 'Qingling Sect', and this person was just a disciple with good qualifications in the sect.
They kept the other five people from the Qingling Sect, but only took this person away. Since they kept the five people from the Qingling Sect and didn't want to save their lives, why did they take away the forbidden token that imprisoned a trace of their souls? All this is a bit unreasonable."
The middle-aged monk surnamed Wu said as he thought. He had always had many doubts about this and he had not been able to sort out several clues.
The short-haired demon cultivator thought for a moment and said, "Does this mean that the true identity of the 'Qingling Sect' who was taken away must be very special?"
“I also asked the five people from the Qingling Sect who did not escape, and they said that this cultivator named Yu Yuanjun was from a branch of their sect.
This situation is very common in all sects of the Wild Moon Continent. After many cultivators have achieved some success in their cultivation, they often leave the sect and return to their families to start their own branches and become the sect's side branches.
Not only can it slowly develop into a cultivation family, but it can also increase the cultivation talents and strength of the sect. "The middle-aged cultivator surnamed Wu still shook his head, denying the short-haired demon cultivator's statement.
Just when the short-haired demon was about to speak again, his face suddenly changed. At the same time, the middle-aged demon named Wu and another demon also raised their heads and looked into the night sky.
The next moment, an invisible pressure came from the sky. In an instant, the entire square in the center of "Zhouyang Town" felt the pressure of this force and suddenly became silent.
Just as everyone was looking towards the southern sky, several long rainbows roared in the night and in the blink of an eye they were above the square.
Changhong flew over the square and stopped immediately. After the light faded away, several black figures appeared immediately. They were suspended in the air, as still as a mountain.
The leader was wearing a purple cloak, with bare, thick and dark arms, tight black armor, and a pair of red and black combat boots.
He has a large square face and is about fifty years old. He also has short hair. However, unlike the short-haired demon cultivator in the square below, this person has silver hair, which is particularly eye-catching against his dark skin and the darkness of the night.
The aura on his body was as vast as the ocean, as if boundless dark forces were constantly gathering on him. He was actually a Nascent Soul-level demon general, and behind him were four demons with iron-like faces and who said nothing.
"We are here to see Lord Tiedong!"
In the square below, the three middle-aged demons named Wu were the first to speak, and the others followed suit.
"Well, I'm in charge of this area, and the other places will be led by other demon generals. The goal is to conquer Fengliang Mountain. Let's go!"
The Tiedong Demon General with short silver hair spoke unexpectedly briefly. After arriving, he only explained the destination and announced the expedition immediately without even counting the number of people.
More than half of the monks in the square below were from the South Sea. They were all confused. “Are we going to attack Fengliang Mountain now?”
But looking at the demon cultivators in the square, they all bowed their heads and responded immediately without any strange look on their faces, as if they were already accustomed to this short command of only one sentence.
This is exactly the style of the demons. In the demon world, the hierarchy is several times stricter than that of human monks, and the higher-ups will only arrange large combat targets.
Things like headcount and battle preparations, whether it is a small squad or a large demon army, will be done perfectly by grassroots commanders.
Only making plans is the job of high-level cultivators. Everything is in order. When the time for battle comes, all the demon cultivators have to do is to obey orders, attack, and kill!
The three middle-aged demon cultivators surnamed Wu immediately issued orders to the demon cultivators in the square. "Arrange in teams according to the areas reported yesterday, and set off!" After that, the three people also flew away from the square and flew towards the side of the silver-haired Iron East Demon General in the air above.
After receiving the order, the demon cultivators below just whispered a few words to the team members, and then they flew up one by one.
There was a certain distance between these leading demon cultivators, and the remaining South China Sea cultivators and foreign cultivators followed with puzzled looks.
Their flying figures just filled up the gaps, and without any command, a neat queue was formed in a moment.
When they saw that they could easily form such a neat team just by following the team leader, both the monks from the South China Sea and the monks from foreign lands showed surprised expressions in their eyes.
They knew that this seemingly simple arrangement had actually long been integrated into the demon clan's bloodline. Each of them knew the responsibilities they had and where they stood in the line. Even between two unfamiliar demon cultivators, they could quickly know what they were supposed to do.
"This is the result of long-term slaughter and wars. The demon race should have been a whole people of soldiers long ago!"
Many South China Sea monks thought sadly that they were under the restriction of soul confinement and knew that they had no chance of survival in this battle. As long as they were stained with the blood of the monks from the Wild Moon Continent, they would have no way of retreat.
What's more, when the evil cultivators finally activated the forbidden token, they had already lost their minds and everything was just unconscious killing.
“No wonder it’s so difficult for the demons to invade world after world. War has been deeply embedded in their heritage and blood. They are like puppets that follow the rules and will not allow themselves to make any mistakes.
Even for cultivators of my generation, with so many fellow disciples and no one to organize them, things would definitely be in chaos." The cultivator from the South Sea was speechless.
"Lord Tiedong, Teng Wuji has not returned from chasing the enemy yet!" As soon as he rose into the air, the middle-aged demon surnamed Wu said respectfully in a low voice.
Tiedong had no expression on his face, just watching the monks flying up one by one.
“He may be dead. The other side sent two Nascent Souls to confront us, and sent eight Golden Cores to harass us. Finally, a cultivator with magic power close to that of a Nascent Soul sneaked over thousands of miles away and severely injured or killed Teng Wuji in the shortest time.
Then this person led the team that harassed Zhouyang Town back, which is why we have to set off immediately.
The other party should have received the news, but we still have to try our best not to give them time to prepare. "
The silver-haired Tiedong spoke in a low voice. After saying a few simple words, he still did not look back. Instead, he looked through the group of people in the sky and looked towards the north in the night sky, as if he was traveling through the deep sky.
As soon as he said this, the other two demons who flew up with the middle-aged demon cultivator named Wu were all shocked. They could no longer hear what Tiedong said next.
The middle-aged demon cultivator surnamed Wu said in a lost voice, "Brother Teng is dead? Why didn't we sense a large-scale action fluctuation? This, this..."
Although the three of them had sensed something was wrong a long time ago, they still subconsciously thought that Teng Wuji might have discovered something about the other party, and temporarily concealed his aura so that they did not discover it.
Because they indeed did not sense any large fluctuations in combat spiritual power. Logically speaking, let alone killing Teng Wuji, at their level, if they wanted to severely injure the opponent, the noise of the fight would be earth-shaking.
Besides, Teng Wuji had the most powerful magic among the four of them, and he was killed so quietly. The person from the other side should not be the "Golden Core Monk" mentioned by Lord Tiedong.
Even if the person who came was a cultivator who was very close to the Nascent Soul stage, but Teng Wuji was fighting for his life, even a fake Nascent Soul master could not do anything to him in a short while.
"snort!"
Tiedong did not answer this time. He had already said that Teng Wuji might have just died, but it was obviously a shame for the demon clan to be captured. But he did not want to explain again. With a heavy cold snort, Tiedong withdrew his gaze from the distant darkness, and seemed to casually glance at the three people, with two piercing cold rays in his eyes.
He was also angry in his heart. After the other party sent two Nascent Souls to harass him, they even dared to send such a high-level cultivator to sneak all the way over. If things went wrong, the other party would lose a top-level Jindan cultivator.
Tiedong's eyes were like thorns in the back, which made the three demons feel difficulty in breathing. They even felt that their souls would leave their bodies in the next moment. In front of a demon general, their previous pride became worthless, like three pitiful ants.
The three demons immediately broke out in sweat on their foreheads. They mustered all their spiritual power and tried desperately to suppress the urge of their souls to break out of their bodies and escape. Their bodies began to tremble unconsciously, and they were extremely frightened. They were just shocked by Teng Wuji's death, and they actually questioned the words of a demon general.
If this happened in the Demon Realm, and the three of them were not the other party's confidants, it is possible that Tiedong would kill them with just a wave of his hand.
Fortunately, Tiedong just took a glance and then looked away. The three demons were immediately relieved, but they were still thinking in their hearts.
"Are there any other cultivators of the same level who are so amazing in the Desolate Moon Continent? When we met those late Jindan cultivators in the South Sea, although there were some very difficult ones, they were all killed in the end."
But at this moment they didn't dare to ask any further questions.
Tiedong looked at the black mass of troops lined up in the air ahead and uttered two cold words: "Let's go!"
After saying that, Tiedong's face was filled with a murderous look, and he didn't allow them to stay for a moment. He put his hands behind his back, straightened his body and took the lead in rising into the air.
The three middle-aged demon cultivators surnamed Wu and several demon cultivators who had been standing behind Tiedong also hurriedly flew up to catch up. Behind them were an overwhelming number of silent cultivators. The only sound in the air was the sound of sleeves in the wind.
"Just tell us about your investigation of that team. Don't say you didn't do any investigation at all, and you didn't get any intelligence."
Tiedong suddenly said while flying, but he did not look back. His silver hair in the dark night was like a ball of golden needles piercing people's eyes.