The stars are rare at night, and a bright moon hangs in the sky. Taking advantage of the night, Bai Qiuran's figure is like a ghost, passing over the plain.
The city where Zhao Ruize was located was originally a front-line command post. It was not far from the towns that were occupied and controlled by the demon clan. It was about a hundred miles away. Come to a cultivator in the Jindan period and Yuanying period, and flying with the sword is a matter of a few minutes.
In the blink of an eye, Bai Qiuran had already run to one of the towns controlled by the demon clan, and the demon clan guarding the door only felt a breeze.
He passed the defenders in the city and hid in an alley on the corner of the street.
In fact, Bai Qiuran didn't like this kind of sneaking and spying. First of all, invisibility is a spell that must be cast at the foundation stage or above, and the attributes are still mixed. Due to his realm, he can't cast it now.
Therefore, to avoid the enemy's eyeliner, you must rely on the speed that exceeds the limit of dynamic vision, and the exquisite footwork that can step on the blind spot of others' sight.
Too fast speed will leave afterimages, and poor footwork will leave flaws. To be honest, this kind of fleshly sneaking is much more tiring than casting a stealth technique, and it will leave traces and risks of exposure.
In case Bai Qiuran's traces were exposed in front of the demon clan, then he could only helplessly use the taboo secret skills in the stealth school, the legendary Berserker sneaked into the law, but Bai Qiuran didn't want to take the initiative to kill this time. He didn't want to do anything until he was forced to.
Standing in the alley, Bai Qiuran swept away his consciousness and quickly found out the distribution of monsters in the entire city. Then he turned over the wall and jumped to the roof.
Because he wanted to sneak in, this time he specially changed into black clothes, and his long and conspicuous white hair was also wrapped in a black turban. As long as he used his footwork to get stuck in the dead corner, it should be impossible to avoid the sight of the demon clan. difficult.
Stepping on the roof, Bai Qiuran began to observe the situation in the city.
In the current city, most of them are human races, but there are also a small number of demon races mixed in, which should be demon businessmen who come here to do business and do a little business.
It is actually very simple to distinguish between demons and humans. Because of the common concept in the race, the demons have always had a sense of superiority to the human race. They believe that their race is superior to the talents of humans, so even after transformation, they Still retains some of the pre-morphic features.
For example, Bai Qiuran and the others who met in Dingguo, Bai Ling, the princess of the White Fox Wang family, and her maid, they were mixed in the human race before, and although they kept their full human form because they wanted to hide their eyes and ears, once they escaped, they would even change into another. It also exposed the fox's ears and tail.
This kind of racial superiority has been somewhat restrained by Bai Qiuran's fancy hanging of the demon queen more than a thousand years ago, but the demon clan still can't change this habit of retaining their own characteristics. Those with , tails or scales are demons, while those without are pure-blooded humans.
Bai Qiuran observed it, and indeed, as Zhao Ruize said, the human race in this city is still alive and well, and looking at their faces, apart from being a little afraid of the demon race, they have never been abused or bullied.
Even the soldiers walking on the street were all cautious, as if they were afraid of being targeted by someone when they bullied the human race.
"What kind of medicine is this sold in the pot?"
Bai Qiuran was puzzled.
He walked along the roof, and when he turned two streets, he saw a monster with horns, collided with a little girl with a backpack on her back, knocking the little girl to the ground.
The bull-horned monster seems to have inherited the strange temper of the race. As soon as he saw this little girl, he blushed and wanted to attack.
The monsters who can transform into this are at least the strength of the foundation-building realm. If he hits people, the little girl with a thin body will definitely not be able to stand it. Seeing this, Bai Qiuran has already put his sword fingers together. Mang began to hesitate.
At this time, a demon clan with a tiger tail and a demon clan officer's armor passed by on patrol, seeing this, suddenly ran over in a hurry, and slapped him on the head of the bull-horn demon clan with a slap. Photographed lying on the ground.
"Stupid!"
The tiger-tailed demon clan roared in a sullen voice:
"Have you forgotten the instructions of the demon king? Don't hurt anyone casually, let alone kill anyone! If you ruin the demon king's good deeds, you won't be able to kill your head!"
The bull-horned demon clan got up from the ground, and as soon as his red eyes saw the tiger-tailed demon clan, he immediately slumped, nodding and bowing in apology.
Seeing his humble attitude, the Tiger Tail Monster Clan's expression softened slightly, he walked over to the little girl, and in the latter's fearful expression, he helped her pick up all the herbs that fell out of the basket, and smiled relieved She said a few words.
Bai Qiuran would bet that this was the most amiable smile he had ever seen on a tiger demon's face in his life.
Seeing that the tiger demon, like the aunt of the neighborhood committee, helped the little girl up and sent away, the long-horned demon clan was probably a little disillusioned, and he couldn't help asking:
"Master, is the sword ancestor of the Raoshizi really that terrible?"
"My father's family, one of the most powerful families in the Western Demon Realm, was killed by him and only the youngest son of my father was left. Do you think it's scary?"
In the face of the bull-horned demon clan, the tiger demon was not so polite, and shouted and cursed loudly:
"Let me make it clear to you, show me the tricks when walking. The most hated thing for the sword ancestors of the human race is to see the slaughter of the same clan by other races. He killed them all, do you think you are better than the Crown Prince, or better than Your Majesty?"
The horned demon clan didn't dare to say a word.
"I tell you, the sword ancestor of the human race is haunted, and even the king's whereabouts are elusive."
At this time, the tiger demon looked around again, stretched out his hand and rubbed his arm, as if he really felt the chill.
"Maybe he is standing nearby right now, looking at you and me. If you attacked just now, maybe the bull's head will fall to the ground in the next second!"
The bull-horned monster trembled when he said that, and then clasped his arms and whispered:
"Master, why are you talking like a ghost?"
"Do you think he's not a ghost?"
The tiger demon looked left and right and replied in a low voice:
"He is a ghost. I heard that he has lived for more than 3,000 years, and he is a ghost shrouded in the heads of our demon clan!"
The cow demon was so frightened that his face turned pale, perhaps because he felt that under the sword ancestor, the same clan cherished each other, and the tiger demon didn't embarrass him much, and after a few reprimands, he let him go.
Bai Qiuran used his sword finger to compare the tiger demon who spoke ill of him. After thinking for a while, he put down his hand and released the sword energy from his fingertips.
"Hey, did the vengeful abbot Bai not beat anyone today?"
Zhixian on his waist jokingly said.
Bai Qiuran patted his skull and shook his head:
"It is not advisable to kill today."