When Zhao Min saw the demon woman wake up, she did not ask immediately.
Because when she had been exploring the village with her spiritual sense before, she had discovered a problem, an unexpected thing that was different from what she had imagined. She could not understand a word the demons here said.
When fighting with those demon cultivators in the Desolate Moon Continent, all of them, from low-level to high-level, could speak the human language.
Zhao Min also has a profound family background in learning, and she is also a disciple of the Wuliang Sect. She has long known from classics that there are different languages among cultivators.
However, there is a common language among the immortal cultivators, which is a consensus in the immortal cultivator community, so that they can better master the inheritance of the skills.
After all, humans, demons, monsters, and ghosts come from different realms, and after ascending to the fairyland, communication problems will arise.
Only some very secret jade slips of martial arts techniques are specially engraved by some races in their own tribal languages, which can not only play a certain protective role, but also achieve certain miraculous effects.
For example, you cannot chant some incantations using the common language of cultivators; you must make unique sounds.
The mortals of the Desolate Moon Continent are most thoroughly controlled by human immortal cultivators, so ever since the immortal cultivators from the fairy world discovered the Desolate Moon Continent, they gradually established sects on the Desolate Moon Continent.
Since ancient times, or even since ancient times, the royal family of every dynasty has been deliberately controlled to use the common language of cultivators.
As a result, the language of mortals in the Wild Moon Continent is basically not much different from the common language of cultivators, with only some minor differences due to region.
"Could it be that the demons themselves do not understand the human language, or do not know the common language of cultivators? If so, things will become very troublesome."
This is what Zhao Min is thinking now.
She just looked at the demon woman quietly without saying a word. If she didn't understand what she said, then she would have to erase her memory and send her back quietly.
With Zhao Min's current level of cultivation, erasing a memory is possible, but it is also very dangerous.
If something goes wrong, the demon woman's soul will be seriously damaged. She will either die or become an idiot.
However, Zhao Min didn't care about it. She was no longer bloodthirsty, but she would not have any so-called sympathy in order to survive.
She now has to consider more situations. Based on the other party's behavior, Zhao Min has to think about how to survive here in the future.
She also didn't know whether the cultivators here were like the demonic cultivators who invaded the Desolate Moon Continent and did not need to deliberately use the common language of cultivators. Otherwise, she and Li Yan would be in an even more dangerous situation.
Zhao Min did not think of killing the other person to prevent future troubles. This was her greatest kindness.
When the demon woman saw that she turned over and sat up, the other party just looked at her quietly without saying a word.
After calming herself down, she did not immediately shout or run away, as she was too familiar with the situation nearby.
Even if she ran up from the foot of the mountain, she would not be able to do it in at least an hour. Even if she rushed down the mountain as fast as she could, how fast could she go
The other party was able to bring her here quietly, and she had basically guessed his identity in her heart, which made her even calmer.
She quickly opened her mouth and said a string of obscure words, but saw that Zhao Min's beautiful eyes were just staring at her without blinking, and she had no intention of responding to her greeting, so she couldn't help but think in her heart.
"Could it be that I guessed wrong, but... the other party should be the Immortal Master."
Then she quickly said two more sentences. Zhao Min still had no expression, but the look in her eyes made the demon woman feel fear, because Zhao Min's eyes were slowly dimming.
The demon woman couldn't help but get very anxious. She concluded that she was not mistaken, because she would meet an immortal master every month and communicate with them.
The aura of pressure emanating from Zhao Min was something that only cultivators possessed. Although she was a mortal, she was still somewhat familiar with it.
Then, the demon woman said something quickly, and then stared at Zhao Min nervously, hoping that she would speak immediately.
Zhao Min sighed helplessly in her heart. She didn't understand a word. She frowned her beautiful eyebrows and opened her red lips slightly.
"You don't speak the human language?"
After hearing what Zhao Min said, the enchanting demon woman was stunned and suddenly woke up in her heart.
"She is not a demon, but a human. Why does she look so similar to my own race?"
She had also seen human cultivators and a few mortals, but very few had such holy skin and delicate facial features as Zhao Min, which were almost exactly the same as those of the demon race, making it difficult to tell them apart.
They are all as if carved out with a knife, giving people a sense of fullness and three-dimensionality with distinct lines.
Yet the side lines of his face remain soft, and his tall, white jade nose is exactly the same as theirs.
As for the different hair colors, this is quite common. Their ethnic hair colors generally include black, silver, blue and gold, but this is only a difference among small ethnic groups.
The exquisite patterns on the skin, the Immortal Master possesses magical powers, some people like to show them, while others simply hide them, this is a very common thing.
How could a mortal like her tell the difference
But she was only stunned for a moment, and then she answered immediately, because she saw that the stunning girl in white asked a question, and then saw that she was a little dazed, and one hand was gently raised.
She knew the ability of these immortal masters to move mountains and fill the sea, and she couldn't help but shudder in her heart.
"Are you going to kill me?" The demon woman immediately woke up after thinking about it, and her tone changed as she shouted hurriedly.
"Master Immortal, Master Immortal, please show mercy. I wonder what you want me to do?"
Zhao Min stopped moving her hands, her face remained calm, but she was also happy in her heart. The next moment, her red lips slightly opened...
More than half an hour later, the demon woman appeared again in the room in the village where she had disappeared before, but no one knew that she had ever left here. At most, people saw her going back to her room and sleeping for a while.
When she woke up again, her memory of the past hour had completely disappeared.
Not long after that, when a village appeared in Zhao Min's consciousness again, she used the same trick again, but this time the person she captured was an old male demon.
"Master Immortal, Master Immortal..."
Zhao Min murmured to herself while flying. She was finally sure that this was the "Lost Continent", commonly known as the "Demon Realm".
The mortals here have frequent contact with cultivators, so they are not unfamiliar with the cultivators, but rather very familiar with them.
This is completely different from the Desolate Moon Continent, where only a very small number of important royal figures among mortals know of the existence of immortal cultivators.
With the confirmation of the words of the two demon mortals, Zhao Min obtained more important information.
This place is not like the Desolate Moon Continent, where mortals are ruled by a certain country, but are managed by different immortal sects and families.
Therefore, the contact between mortals and immortal cultivators in the demon clan is very frequent, which is why they did not show any special surprise when they saw Zhao Min.
All the demon mortals in the world will be "baptized" by the sect and the immortal family when they turn three years old, that is, they will undergo a "spiritual root test".
Those who are qualified to practice Taoism will be taken away by Taoism practitioners from a young age, regardless of whether their parents agree or not. This is mandatory.
"This should be the reason why the number of demon cultivators is far greater than that of the Desolate Moon Continent."
Zhao Min thought to herself that the immortal cultivation sects in the Wild Moon Continent basically accept disciples who are descendants of immortal cultivation families, or people who have embarked on the immortal path by chance.
What they pay more attention to is the so-called "immortal fate", which to put it bluntly means being self-righteous, arrogant and looking down on mortals like ants.
The "Lost Continent" not only has many cultivators, but also has a tough folk character. The mortal demons are very strong, and even if they don't cultivate, their lifespan is generally around 170 or 180 years old.
Feeling the aura of Li Yan behind her, Zhao Min collected her thoughts. Only half a day had passed, and Li Yan's aura had dropped to a very dangerous level, and the fluctuations of his soul were getting less and less.
Zhao Min took a deep breath. She learned from the two mortal demons the existence of a nearby immortal cultivation sect, which was where the cultivators who governed these villages were.
Then all she could do next was try her luck. With a flash of light blue light on her body, Zhao Min flew in one direction.
An hour later, in a hall carved with various images of gods and demons, Zhao Min looked coldly at the twenty or so people below. Her voice, without any trace of worldly affairs, rang out in the hall.
"Show us your storage bags!"
The leader below was a handsome man, who was now lying on the ground with bloodstains on his sturdy chest. Reluctantly, he took off the storage bag from his waist and threw it up.
At the same time, he waved to the remaining people, signaling the four of them who had storage bags to hand them over quickly. A murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.
After this stunning girl suddenly arrived, she broke into the sect's core hall from the front gate. Without saying a word, she asked them to take out all kinds of healing pills and materials.
This made the big man furious. Although their sect was only a small sect, the other party's cultivation was only the same as his, and he was alone.
What's more, they had three foundation-building elders on their side, so they started fighting without saying a word, but the final result surprised them.
The other side came up with a large group of strange insects, surrounding everyone except him.
Those Qi Condensation Stage disciples screamed in agony and fell to the ground one after another. The three elders were forced to lean against a corner of the hall in just a moment.
The stunning young girl in white came flying in the air, attacking the big man directly. She didn't even take out any magic weapon in her hand, but attacked the big man with her bare hands.
This made the big man even more angry. They were all demons, so could it be that his body was not as strong as that of a female demon cultivator
The demons favor close combat with violence, so the big man immediately put away his magic weapon and also fought with Zhao Min with his bare hands.
He wanted to capture this girl of unknown origin as soon as possible, because all the Qi Condensation disciples on the other side had fallen to the ground, and the three elders were also being attacked left and right, and roars kept coming from them, and they all looked in a miserable state.
Maybe the other party really just wanted some elixir and didn't want to kill them. Although those disciples fell to the ground and wailed, no one died. This made the big man feel a little relieved.
"Capture her, force her to hand over the antidote, then execute her and investigate her origins."
As the big man was thinking this in his mind, the two of them started fighting in an instant. After this fight, the big man suddenly felt something was not good. The girl's seemingly slender body actually contained an incredibly powerful strength.
The two sides fought, and after just one strike, the big man retreated repeatedly with disbelief in his eyes.
His arms were pushed forward by the girl in white, causing him to feel pain deep into his bones. It was impossible for him to exert any more strength.
But how could the big man be willing to admit defeat? A cruel look flashed in his eyes and demonic energy surged out of his body.
Enduring the severe pain in his arms, he stretched out his elbows and hit Zhao Min's throat and ears continuously. The shadows of his elbows were like a mountain, overlapping like a violent storm.