Drunk Immortal Gourd

Demon Lord Jiao Tong glanced at the people in the square. There were a few fewer people than after the last battle, but he didn't care. It was normal that several people were seriously injured in the last battle and did not survive. Moreover, Qianji City was very chaotic these days, and it was common for people to go missing. He had already notified the Giant Wood Demon Clan that their retreat today could not be delayed. If they didn't come by now, he would definitely not wait here with everyone. He was not even proactive in going home, so he deserved to be left in Duanyun Province.

"I know that everyone is eager to go home, so I will not say any more nonsense. I will just say one thing. When teleporting, everyone should sign in order and not fight for anything. Otherwise, you will be severely punished." Demon Lord Jiao Tong only said this, and without waiting for everyone to express their opinions, he led the Giant Wood Demon monks to the altar in the city.

Nowadays, Qianji City has long lifted the flight restrictions. Demon Lord Jiao Tong brought hundreds of Giant Wood Demon monks to the vicinity of the altar in a short moment. Because the altar can teleport two thousand people at a time, there are more than a thousand people from other races today. Those who came early are already queuing in the front, waiting to climb up as soon as the altar is opened. The Giant Wood Demons came late and could only follow behind them.

A quarter of an hour later, all the demon cultivators who were scheduled to retreat today arrived. At this time, a combined demon cultivator led several virtual demon cultivators out of the altar and said to the people outside: "The altar has been prepared and can be used normally. Everyone, please go up to the altar one by one according to the queue order. Don't crowd. In order to prevent the spirit cultivators from sneaking into the Blood River State, I will check everyone one by one, please don't be surprised."

The spirit clan's territory does not allow the demon clan monks to exist. Of course, the demon clan's territory is also on guard against the spirit clan monks infiltrating and causing damage, so the demon clan monks who ascend the altar must be identified one by one. However, the situation on the demon clan's side is slightly better. Although the spirit clan has a low status, they still have a certain living space, but their lives are relatively difficult. They survive in the cracks and may lose their lives if they are not careful.

After the combined demon cultivator finished speaking, the cultivators below began to line up to go up to the altar. Every time a cultivator went up, the combined demon cultivator would scan them with his divine sense, and would even ask a few questions according to the situation. The refining demon cultivator next to them would also come forward to check the storage magic weapon, and would only let them go after confirming that everything was correct.

This slowed down the process a lot. After half an hour, only a few hundred people boarded the stage. When it was the turn of the giant wood demon, there was finally a commotion on the stage. The combined demon cultivator asked someone in a stern voice, "When I used my divine sense to test you just now, I found that your heartbeat was very violent. You are obviously guilty. Tell me, are you a spy sent by the spirit race?"

The combined demon cultivator released his combined aura while speaking. How could the cultivator bear this? He immediately panicked and shouted, "Senior, I'm really not a spy from the spirit race. I'm just timid. I've never seen such a big scene before, and I was frightened by your aura."

"You still dare to quibble? There are not many items of demon cultivators in your storage magic weapon. Instead, there are mostly items of spirit cultivators. Do you really think we are fools?" The Lianxu Demon Cultivator next to him said.

The cultivator's psychological weakness was the reason why he revealed flaws. Now he was threatened and intimidated, and he couldn't bear it psychologically. He turned pale and fell to the ground with weak legs. This revealed more flaws. The combined demon cultivator didn't hesitate any longer and said coldly, "The spirit clan spy deserves death. Does he really think that my Blood River Province is a place where he can come and go as he pleases? Someone take him away and interrogate him thoroughly. We must dig out his roots. Use whatever means you have."

At this point, the combined demon cultivator instructed his subordinates, "However, the methods of this spirit race are quite clever. Even with the eyesight of a combined cultivator like me, I didn't see any flaws. If this person's psychological quality was not weak and I deliberately tricked him into revealing his flaws, I really wouldn't have discovered it. This kind of person is definitely not an isolated case. We must strengthen the investigation in the future to prevent the spies of the spirit race from sneaking into the Blood River Province."

Looking at the monk on the altar, Qingyang felt a sense of grief. This person should be one of the people who took on the mission to Xuehezhou. This is the result of not being prepared in advance. He didn't hide what he should hide, and didn't hide what he needed to hide. His mental quality was poor, and he was caught by the demon monks. Fortunately, Qingyang put all the things related to the spirit race into the Drunken Immortal Gourd space in advance, and picked some of the things from the red nanmu and green bamboo into the Qiankun pot, so there shouldn't be any loopholes.

Faced with this situation, Qingyang could only watch. Not only could he not step forward to rescue, he didn't even dare to show any sympathy or concern, lest others discover his flaws. This was the core area of ​​the demon clan, and no matter how many tricks he had, it would be useless. If he was caught, there would be no outcome.

After the initial panic, the spirit cultivator gradually calmed down. He knew very well that if he fell into the hands of the demons, he would be in a state worse than death. The demons had many more ways to torture people than the spirits, and no one could stand it. He had been mentally prepared before accepting this mission, and knew that this trip was almost certain to end in death, and he was determined to die. However, when he actually did it, he was more or less nervous, which was why the combined demon cultivator saw his flaws. Now that things were irreversible, it would be better to risk it and drag a few people down with him instead of being tortured to death by the demons.

Thinking of this, he took advantage of the opportunity when the Refining Void Demon Cultivator caught him, and suddenly stimulated the true essence of his whole body, broke free from the suppression of the combined demon cultivator's momentum, and threw out a talisman. Yes, it was the talisman that could destroy the altar refined by the Heavenly Scythe Saint. This person also had one. This talisman would explode as long as it was five feet away from the holder, and it could also die together with the enemy at a critical moment.

Hidden weapon? No, talisman? No, treasure talisman? It doesn't look like one either? The combined demon cultivator was trying to prevent the spirit cultivator from escaping, but he didn't expect that the other party just threw something at random, and he couldn't tell what it was. More importantly, the talisman would explode if it was five feet away, so there was no time to stop it. However, with the instinct of a combined cultivator, he knew that this thing was definitely dangerous, so he used his body skills to dodge backwards, and didn't forget to call everyone: "Danger, retreat quickly!"

Those few Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators hurriedly used various means to retreat, but they were still a step too late. After all, it was made by a Tribulation Crossing cultivator, and it could self-destruct at a distance of five feet. How could these Nascent Soul Cultivators avoid it? They were instantly submerged by the explosion of the talisman, and even the Combined Form Demon Cultivator was not spared.

Watching the spirit cultivator throwing out the talisman, Qingyang remained expressionless on the surface, but he was full of admiration in his heart. Although this man's psychological quality was a little poor and he had not done well in preparation, he was a good man who was not afraid of sacrifice and dared to detonate the talisman for the sake of the spirit race. If he were to fall into the same situation, he wondered if he could give up his life as decisively as he did.