C14 Psychic

The essence of the Heaven and Earth contained in the Sun and Moon Stone had been completely digested by Jiang Feng for the past ten years, which was why Jiang Feng was the current one.

Although it looked like a normal Mountain-Patrolling Sprite, in reality, it had the strength that surpassed the Little Demoness. Jiang Feng wasn't inferior to even some newly promoted Demon Commanders.

Most of the time, the demonic energy in Jiang Feng's body was concentrated in his lower abdomen's Dantian. Only when fighting and when healing would he release a substantial amount of demonic energy.

In this healing process, Jiang Feng was lucky. The demonic energy in his dantian slowly rotated like a millstone and rushed into his meridians, sprouting like a living seed. The damage to his body caused by the magic tool Jade Fan started to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The charred flesh and skin automatically fell off, the bright red white flesh and tender skin grew up under the effect of the Demonic Strength, and after a long while, Jiang Feng's body stood up, and all his injuries healed.

I have used demonic energy to temper my human body, and the toughness of my body does not seem to be inferior to those Demonic Beast with extraordinary talent. What kind of reason is this, could it be that it has something to do with the Elixir that the White-browed Old Daoist let me consume when I was young, or the effects of the Sun Moon Stone? Looking back, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel confused.

Even though he had trained assiduously and had exceptional perception, it was not reasonable for him to stand out among the millions of Mountain-Patrolling Sprite and fight for ten years without dying.

There must be something behind this matter that had happened. Jiang Feng had thought about it for many years, and in the end, it all came down to the matter of the White-browed Daoist wanting him to use that vermillion Elixir.

The memory was very blurry. Before he was kidnapped by the Demon King Lu Wu, Jiang Feng vaguely remembered a blurry fragment where an old white-browed Taoist had appeared and pressed on his mind. At that moment, it was as if his soul was burning.

Every time he thought about it, nothing came out of it, so Jiang Feng didn't think too much about it. Seeing a Demon Doctor lift the curtain and wave at him, he walked into the back hall.

Following the doctor to a room, he saw Gedi Tiger's eyes were wandering and his face was pale. His entire body was covered in blood as if he was already on the verge of death.

"There's no helping it, it can't be considered a miracle that this guy has endured until now. Forget about internal injuries, even the tyrannical power of thunder in his body can kill him. He seems like he hasn't had a wish yet, so I'm calling you over." This Demon Doctor was used to seeing the lesser demons leave each other in death, so he did not say anything more. He turned around and left.

"Gedi Tiger, is there anything else I can help you with?" Even though he had only known Gedi Tiger for a short year and they did not have a deep friendship, Jiang Feng still considered this friendship very much. Otherwise, he would not have brought this burden with him even if he wanted to flee.

Without Gedi Tiger as a burden, Jiang Feng would not have intercepted Xie Shi and the other two, nor would he have exploded his full strength. He would have attacked viciously and almost killed Weng Qian in one shot.

Jiang Feng knew that there was no problem in killing as many outer sect disciples as possible. Just like the Mountain-Patrolling Sprite s of Ancestral God Mountain, no matter how many Demon Kings die, they wouldn't frown.

However, the sudden death of an inner disciple of the Nine Sects would make their elders feel as though they were sitting on pins and needles. They might even personally come to kill a lesser demon to avenge their disciple.

"Jiang Feng, although I'm a lesser demon, I'm born with the ability to communicate with spirits. I'll completely calm down … When he calmed down, he could sense some bizarre things, one of which was … including some secrets of the Ancestral God Demon King. " Gedi Tiger spat out blood, but there was a trace of a strange glow on his face.

"Slow down, no rush." Jiang Feng was a little surprised, because amongst all the Little Demons, a natural endowment was almost one in a million. If an unremarkable cat demon like Gedi Tiger could master the ability to communicate with spirits, he might actually be able to learn the secrets of the Ancestral God Demon King.

"Give me that knife." Gedi Tiger pointed at the silver knife left behind by the demonic doctor.

Jiang Feng put the knife into Gedi Tiger's hand and didn't ask further.

A deep blush appeared on Gedi Tiger's face. He then cut the knife into the inside of his left arm, creating a long bloody wound as he pulled out a small square stone token from his flesh.

Wiping away the blood from the card, Gedi Tiger spread it on his palm and motioned Jiang Feng to take it away.

This small stone tablet was completely green, and it seemed as if there were many small worms swimming within it, giving it an eerie feeling.

Jiang Feng was a little surprised: "Psychic Jade?"

"That's right, this is the Psychic Jade that is linked to me. The Ancestral God Demon King's secret is hidden inside, of course … There are also some little secrets that I think are valuable. " Gedi Tiger said proudly.

"Thank you." Jiang Feng knew the value of a piece of communication jade. It could definitely be exchanged for a rare demon cultivating mental cultivation method.

"Concentrate your mind on the emerald. Even if you don't know the Spirit Communication Technique, you should be able to collect some secrets from it." Gedi Tiger looked at the Spirit Channeling Jade in Jiang Feng's hand. His eyes were filled with pity, and he was reluctant to part with it.

Seemingly feeling Gedi Tiger's longing for the jade, Jiang Feng returned the jade back to the hands of the cat demon.

Gedi Tiger held the jade tightly and muttered something. However, his hands became weaker and weaker. Finally, his eyes became dim. The communication jade fell to the ground and let out a strange cry, as if it was also mourning for its former master.

Jiang Feng covered Gedi Tiger's widened eyes, bent down and picked up the piece of communication jade that might be hiding the secrets of the Ancestral God Demon King, pondered for a moment, and then used the silver knife to cut his chest.

The knife seemed to pierce deep into his heart. If someone was nearby, they would be able to clearly see that his heart-shaped body was beating.

Jiang Feng placed the communication jade under his chest, under his flesh and blood, above his heart, and then covered his chest, starting to heal his injuries.

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the wound on Jiang Feng's chest had completely healed, leaving only a faint red mark.

On the other hand, the Psychic Jade was moving up and down with Jiang Feng's heart. It had the tendency of gradually fusing together and began to accept Jiang Feng as its new owner.

Jiang Feng did not pay attention to Gedi Tiger's corpse because in Ancestral God Mountain, even if a group of demons were to die in battle, it would be impossible to dig a grave and erect a monument. They would be buried on the spot or thrown into the Demonic Pool, where the majority of the demons would eventually return to.

There weren't many cubicles in the back, so Jiang Feng quickly found Weng Qian.

Weng Qian's face was a little pale due to the excessive blood loss. She lay quietly on the wooden platform without moving at all, completely unaware that Jiang Feng had walked in.

Jiang Feng noticed that the beautiful eyes of this charming lady seemed to have lost their liveliness and even had a slightly rebellious look, becoming dimmer and dimmer.

Any female disciple of the sect who claimed to be a daughter of heaven, after suffering such physical and psychological blows, would become a zombie until she received more stimulation or recovered her self-confidence.

"Where's your injury?" Jiang Feng asked.

Only then did Weng Qian notice Jiang Feng's arrival, and she stammered out a reply: "It should be …" It should be fine. "

"Why aren't you getting up yet? Come with me, do you want to stay here?" Jiang Feng frowned.

Weng Qian gritted her teeth as she cursed the unromantic Little Demon again and again in her heart. However, she could only force herself to get up from the wooden platform.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Weng Qian, who had lost too much blood, felt dizzy. She staggered and was about to fall to the ground.

Finally, Jiang Feng made his move. Unfortunately, it was not the warm and powerful arm that Weng Qian had imagined, but the collar that he had grabbed to protect her. He lifted her like a chick to stabilize her body.