After Jiang Ting grabbed the humanoid creature, he glanced at random, then looked at the ground, fell down in a daze, and suddenly died... The corpse was exuding countless stench, as if it had been dead for many years.

    The tyrannical physique just now disappeared, and it was turned into pieces by several sword lights that blocked its limbs and joints.

    "Jiang Ting!" The illusory humanoid roared loudly.

    Jiang Ting retracted his gaze and carefully looked at what was in his giant palm.

    It''s not big, it''s about the size of a baby, and the figure is illusory.

    Even if it is illusory, you can still see the black scales around his body and the horns on his head.

    Well, compared to the Demon Race that was once caught by the Ice Flame Scarlet Flood Dragon, it''s not exactly the same... If its body is solid and enlarged, there will be almost no difference.

    The Demon Yan Yu that the Bingyan Red Flood Dragon captured?

    Although there seems to be no difference, Jiang Ting knows that although this thing is a demon, it is not Yan Yu, and it should not be a Yin demon.

    Maybe a ghost? After all, he had never seen an phantom spirit, and even the sheep dragon beast possessed by the phantom spirit only glanced at it.

    After thinking about it, Jiang Ting asked, "Phantom Spirit?"

    "Yes, I am!" The Illusory Demon Race suddenly said proudly.

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

    The eyes of the phantom demons suddenly condensed.

    Seeing this, Jiang Ting smiled and said, "Huan Ling and Yan Yu may be able to escape... However, even if they can escape, they will not be able to recover their vitality without hundreds of years, but Jiang looks at you, this soul body is very condensed. Actually, it doesn''t look like you''ve been tortured."

    The demons immediately stared at Jiang Ting.

    And Jiang Ting touched his chin and looked at it carefully: "It''s not a ghost, and it''s not Yan Yu and Yin Demon... Then, where did you come from?"

    The phantom demons turned their heads with flickering eyes.

    Jiang Ting was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "We discuss and discuss, I will ask you to answer, and cooperate with each other. After Jiang has asked, let you go, how about it?"

    "An ant." The Illusory Demon''s attitude was very firm.

    "You dare to be a demon who is only powerful enough to have a golden core..." Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ting''s eyes narrowed.

    Demons in the Golden Core Realm?

    He was right, the soul body in front of him was indeed only at the level of the Golden Core Realm.

    As for the Demon Race, as far as he knows, only in the Secret Realm of Sealing Demons... Maybe there are?

    Although he didn''t know if it really existed, he knew that if it existed, then, in essence, it must be like the Yin Demons and the others.

    But the demon clan in front of him is only a golden core... It is impossible to escape from the secret realm of Conferring Demons.

    If it was... In the past, with a mere golden core, how could He Dehe be qualified to be suppressed like a magic seal? You must know that the reason why many demons were sealed back then was not because the people at the time did not want to kill them, but because after the loss was too great, they could not kill the demons with tyrannical and terrifying physiques, so they had no choice but to detain the seals. .

    A mere golden core... how could it not be killed? Since it can be killed, why seal it?

    It can''t come from the Secret Realm of Conferring Demons... Then, it came from other places.

    The cultivation base of the mere Jindan, even if it is a Demon Race, its lifespan cannot be too long... In other words, this Demon Race cannot be the Demon Race many years ago, but only in the past few decades and hundreds of years. Born Demons.

    There will be no demons born in Tianlan.

    That……

    Demon world!

    Thinking of this, Jiang Ting snorted instantly: "Yin Demon opened the channel?"

    If it came from the devil''s way... After thinking about it, only the Yin Demon who disappeared and escaped before opened the channel.

    However, isn''t the Yin Demon still being tortured by the immortal sword and needs to restrict the immortal sword with his body, how can he open the passage?

    "How do you know..." The Demon Race was shocked.

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

    Jiang Ting''s mood sank to his hometown... How did the Yin Demon actually open the channel?

    After a while of silence, Jiang Ting''s eyes narrowed slightly: "I hope you are strong enough."

    "What?" The Demon Race was puzzled.

    Jiang Ting didn''t speak. With a hook of his finger, flames rose up... After a while, the phantom demons were shrouded in flames.

    "Ah..." A miserable cry suddenly sounded.

    In the night sky... um, how far it spreads, after all, when they just fought, Jiang Ting set up a ban to isolate the breath.

    Otherwise, the movement just now, I am afraid that the entire Huangji Palace will be disturbed, how can no one come here all the time.

    After screaming for a while, the Illusory Demon Race trembled and roared: "If you want to kill, kill...why...why be so cruel..."

    The words were intermittent and full of difficulty.

    Being directly roasted by the flames of its soul body, its pain... is so severe that it cannot be described in words.

    Jiang Ting chuckled: "Cruel... don''t worry, this is just the beginning, there are more interesting methods yet to be used."

    "You..." Illusory Demon Race stared, unbelievable.

    Jiang Ting quietly approached the flame... The flame touched Jiang Ting without the slightest harm.

    As the flame that condenses his mana, it is naturally impossible to hurt him.

    After approaching its soul body, Jiang Ting took out a piece of dark wood... a ghost tree! Previously in the underground stone room, the red-haired ghost got a ghost tree in the hiding place, which was a section he cut from the table and chair.

    After taking out this thing, Jiang Ting smiled and put the small piece of the spirit tree into the soul body of the magic demon.

    Then he smiled and said: "Fortunately, I got this thing by accident before, otherwise, Jiang would not dare to use many methods, or if I accidentally crushed your soul body, wouldn''t there be nowhere to ask? …”

    "Devil...Devil..." The face of the phantom demons was distorted.

    Jiang Ting has a new movement, drop by drop of water that exudes a terrifying cold air, quietly dripping towards the illusory demon clan.

    "Ah..." The screams of the demons instantly became countless.

    That water drop... It sounds a bit complicated, to put it simply, with the addition of that water drop, the pain suffered by the Demon Race increased by at least 20 times.

    It is also a pity that he is not a mortal. If he were a mortal, I am afraid that he would have died countless times in severe pain.

    Jiang Ting looked at it with a smile, except for new cold water droplets that condensed from time to time, there was no other action.

    After about twenty breaths.

    The demon soul who couldn''t bear it any longer had a trembling voice: "Let...let me go...I''ll tell you everything..."

    yielded.

    The senses of the soul are already sharper than those of the physical body, and now they are being tortured by Jiang Ting... After all, they are just a little devil in the Golden Core Realm.

    Jiang Ting heard the words, hooked his finger, the room, the flame, like a phantom, instantly disillusioned.

    The pain disappeared in an instant, but the demon soul still twitched subconsciously for a while before returning to normal.

    Because of the existence of the spirit tree, the spirit body of the demon soul is still very stable... The illusory soul body, at this moment, is like a physical body, like mud, paralyzed and motionless.

    After looking at it for a while, Jiang Ting was not in a hurry to take back the spirit tree, lest the demon soul suddenly be wiped out because it couldn''t bear the pain before.

    Jiang Ting, who withdrew his gaze, asked directly, "Tell me, where did you come from?"