Chapter 1737: Escape

After retrieving the body of the Purple Cicada Demon King, Qingyang did not stay here any longer. Instead, he greeted Mu Qiu and Situ Yong and returned to the inn he had rented before. It was not that he was in a hurry to bury the Purple Cicada Demon King, but that he had a secret hidden in his heart.

When the Purple Cicada Demon King was competing in the martial arts arena, he did not seem to notice Qingyang at first. It was not until he was about to win with his opponent that he glanced at Qingyang inadvertently and gave him a complicated look. As a cultivator, he was very sensitive to other people's eyes, especially the eyes of acquaintances. Although the Purple Cicada Demon King did not say anything at the time, and did not even make a single extra move, Qingyang could clearly feel that the Purple Cicada Demon King seemed to have something to ask of him.

Qingyang understood that in that situation, the Purple Cicada Demon King could not have any extra moves, and he did not dare to let the organizers of the gambling game find out what he was thinking. It was normal for his eyes to be a little secretive, but Qingyang did not understand that the Purple Cicada Demon King was already dead, so what else did he need help from others? Later, he thought that the Purple Cicada Demon King might be planning to use fake death to deceive everyone.

Faking death is very common. In the past, Taoist Songhe successfully deceived several low-level cultivators with his superb method of pretending to be dead. If the Purple Cicada Demon King can really deceive others, Qingyang doesn't mind saving his life. After all, the two sides have been through hardships together and have some friendship. It is for this reason that Qingyang spent 800,000 spirit stones to redeem the body of the Purple Cicada Demon King from those people.

But Qingyang couldn't believe it. What kind of means could deceive the organizer of the gambling game and the countless spectators outside the venue? First of all, the organizer of the gambling game would never let the loser leave alive, because it involved their credibility. Before the fierce monk handed the body of the Purple Cicada Demon King to Qingyang, he had checked it several times and even did some tricks in secret. Even if the Purple Cicada Demon King was pretending to be dead, he could make him really dead. Moreover, there were countless monks watching outside the venue. Everyone had different means. It was easy to avoid the detection of one, two, three or five people, but it was almost impossible to avoid the detection of hundreds of monks outside the venue at once.

Let alone others, Qingyang was not sure to do it anyway. Although Qingyang finally spent 800,000 spirit stones to redeem the body of the Purple Cicada Demon King, Qingyang didn't dare to believe it completely. He even suspected that it was just an illusion of his own. However, since the spirit stones were spent, there was no need to entangle this matter. First, take the body of the Purple Cicada Demon King back. Wouldn't it be known whether it was dead or not after trying it?

After returning to the inn, Qingyang closed the formation outside the temporary cave and set up layers of restrictions around it. After confirming that there would be no problems, he placed the body of the Purple Cicada Demon King on the ground. He first observed it with his divine sense and found that the body of the Purple Cicada Demon King was almost completely destroyed and there was no vitality. Then he input a trace of his true essence and still found nothing abnormal.

But think about it, so many cultivators present couldn't see it, how could he have this ability? Let's put it aside for now. If the Purple Cicada Demon King is still alive, he will wake up in a few days. If the Purple Cicada Demon King doesn't come back to life after a few days, it won't be too late to bury him.

Thinking of this, Qingyang didn't care about the body of the Purple Cicada Demon King anymore, and meditated directly beside him. Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and the Purple Cicada Demon King didn't move. Qingyang was a little suspicious whether he had made a wrong judgment. In that case, how could the Purple Cicada Demon King survive? But 800,000 spirit stones have been spent, it's a pity to give up like this, it's better to wait a few more days.

This wait lasted nearly half a month. As the day agreed with the Heavenly Secret Hall approached, Qingyang was ready to pack up and go out to inquire about the news of the Golden Spirit Ten Thousand Killing Iron. The corpse of the Purple Cicada Demon King on the ground finally moved, and a faint trace of life appeared on his body.

Looking at the Purple Cicada Demon King at this time, although he had life, this life was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it could be blown out by accident. However, he finally survived, which also proved that Qingyang's judgment was accurate, and the 800,000 spirit stones before were not wasted.

Qingyang did not expect that the Purple Cicada Demon King's level of fake death would be so high. Not only could he deceive so many cultivators, but he could also survive when the other party attacked him secretly. This method is too powerful. However, think about it, this guy can escape the pursuit of the half-step transformation of the devil corpse, and it seems not surprising to pretend to be dead and deceive these people. The Purple Cicada Demon King's method is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Qingyang did not dare to delay, and quickly found a high-quality healing pill from the Qiankun Gourd for the Purple Cicada Demon King to take, and then injected some true energy into his body and performed treatment. After several struggles, the Purple Cicada Demon King finally opened his eyes. Although he still looked very weak, he had recovered and should not be in danger of death for the time being.

The Purple Cicada Demon King raised his head with difficulty and said, "Thank you, Taoist Qingyang, for saving my life."

Qingyang said, "After parting that day, I didn't expect to see the Purple Cicada Demon King here again. We fought against the spirit infant and the demon corpse, and we were in trouble together. It is only natural for me to save you."

The Purple Cicada Demon King couldn't help but sighed, "That day in the underground demon cave, I saw Taoist Qingyang drowned in the demon corpse group. We were too late to save you. I thought you had been killed by the demon corpse. I didn't expect that you were not only fine, but also your strength has greatly increased over the years. It seems that we all underestimated Taoist Qingyang."

Qingyang did not explain, but said: "Everyone has some means of saving life. Although the half-step demon corpse is powerful, it is only a demon corpse after all. Although its strength is very high, its intelligence is much lower than that of us cultivators. Didn't the Purple Cicada Demon King escape from the underground demon cave alive?"

The Purple Cicada Demon King said: "Fellow Daoist Qingyang is right. My Purple Cicada clan also has some means of saving life. The most powerful one is called the Golden Cicada Escape. Seeing that I couldn't escape, I had to use my clan's innate magical power to escape from the underground demon cave."

Qingyang just saved the Purple Cicada Demon King's life, I will have to rely on Qingyang to get through the last few years of the Wanling Conference, so naturally I told him everything I knew, even the innate magical powers of my Purple Cicada clan. Then I heard him continue, "However, the sequelae of performing the Golden Cicada Shedding Shell Technique were serious. After I escaped, I found a secluded place to heal my wounds. Later, although my strength recovered, I didn't dare to go to crowded places without the support of the team. I trained alone in the edge of the Wanling Secret Realm and barely raised my cultivation to the peak of the fifth level of the Nascent Soul. Later, I couldn't help but walk inside, and ended up bumping into that fierce-looking cultivator and was caught in this fighting arena."