Chapter 0638 The Demon Race Cannot Be Trusted

Mu Xingqiu returned to the demon statue and sat facing it for two days and two nights.

Zuo Liuying's knowledge was indeed at the level of concentration. His words pointed out a vast world to Mu Xingqiu. There was no path in this world yet, but Mu Xingqiu could already vaguely see the peaks in the distance.

Mind-reading illusions come from the demon clan, and all demon spells are derived from the demon lord's righteous method. Finding out the transformation process can not only greatly reduce the risk of becoming a demon, but also perhaps enhance the strength of illusions.

But the road ahead was still difficult. Mu Xingqiu couldn't even find out which of the seven magic articles the mental illusion spell corresponded to. He could only learn more than ten demon spells in Zhou Qi's memory and master the techniques to cast them proficiently. Then apply it to the mental illusion technique. There is indeed an enhancement effect, but it is not as obvious as imagined.

Mu Xingqiu needed help, but Zuo Liuying couldn't provide it, so he had to ask Yi Shijun.

By the time Mu Xingqiu finished thinking about it, Zhan Mo Mountain was already bustling with activity. The first ones to rush back were the demon army from King Feather and the Wan Zi Holy Mother, followed by the demon army from Zhan Mo Mountain led by Fei Ancestor. Only Yang Qingyin The Taoist priest leading them is still on the way.

The first people who came to visit Mu Xingqiu were the beast monster Lao Chong and a group of spirit monsters. Lao Chong's voice came from far away, "How long will we imprison the remaining Lord Yishi? He is still kind to us, right?" ?”

Lao Chong couldn't figure out what was going on with the Demon of Souls. He only knew that part of Lord Yishi was still trapped in the golem. He still remembered Lord Yishi's benefits and sympathized with him in his heart.

But after seeing Mu Xingqiu, Lao Chong never mentioned the Golem and Lord Yishi again, "Haha, I heard you had a fight in Ice City, so I knew you would definitely come to Zhan Demon Mountain to find us. Mu Xingqiu, aren't you angry anymore? I swear that I will never hide anything from you in the future. It's better to tell the truth..."

The spirit demon was even more concerned about Jin Cu's whereabouts. Hearing that he had become the king of rice, the spirit demon was very happy. Lao Chong was indeed outspoken and said, "Grandma, this kid Jin Cu is destined to be the king. He will be the king everywhere. Alas. , It’s so easy to be the Demon King, why can’t it be my turn?”

After chatting lively with Bingkui for a while, all the monsters left. Lao Chong became more and more motivated, "It's good this time. You defeated Bingkui once, and you can definitely defeat Bingkui a second time. It's a good thing that you can't cast spells. Finally we have us." The beast monster has its place. Everyone, let's go and let Mu Xingqiu rest for a while. Look at his face, it's as white as a dead man. The Spirit King will not be happy to see him like this."

After the demons left, Mu Xingqiu took out a smooth bronze mirror and looked at it. He was shocked when he saw the image inside. Staying awake for two days and two nights was nothing to him, but this time it brought unexpected results. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were sunken, as if he was exhausted from staying up too late.

But Mu Xingqiu didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he felt full of energy.

Mu Xingqiu planned to take a rest for a while to think, but as a result, there was an endless stream of visitors.

Demon King Feizu led more than ten demon masters of his clan to express his welcome, "Dao Zun came just in time. I heard that Dao Zun won a great victory in the Ice City and annihilated thousands of Bing Kui. We were all very happy. Bing Kui is not invincible." Victory, Dao Zun greatly boosted the morale and fighting spirit of the monsters in Zhan Demon Mountain, indicating that the next battle can and must be fought..."

Feizu didn't mention a word about what he did in Ice City, nor did he publicly apologize, as if Zhan Moshan's decisive battle with Bing Kui was enough to make up for all his mistakes.

Mu Xingqiu nodded frequently, rarely spoke, and did not comment on the decisive battle.

Fei Zu waved his hand to signal the magicians of his clan to leave first, and stayed behind. He leaned close to Mu Xingqiu and whispered, "I hope Dao Zun knows one thing. I am completely on the side of Spirit King and Dao Zun. I have Dao Zun's experience of defeating Bing Kui." , coupled with the clever plan of the Spirit King, this battle will be won."

"What's the trick?"

Feizu glanced at the demon statue in the tree trunk, with a smile on his thin face, "As long as there is the demon statue and the soul inside, Bingkui is vulnerable. Of course, Taoist Master's experience is also very important. As for the clever plan, Spirit King She can come back tomorrow, so let her talk to Dao Zun, and I won’t talk too much. "

Feizu bowed and resigned, and Mu Xingqiu could feel his awe for Yang Qingyin from the tone of Zhan Moshan Demon King's tone.

It was like they were lined up. Not long after Feizu left, King Yu and the Holy Mother of All Sons came.

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons seemed reluctant. She stood beside the redwood tree with her bamboo pole-like body. She raised her hand to touch the bark of the tree. She looked at the demon statue not far away and said, "You're here. I'm afraid the Demon Mountain is going to kill you." Can't keep it.

"Holy Mother, what did you say?" Yu Wang Fadong's words of apology were suppressed.

"There is a curse on Dao Zun. He will be destroyed wherever he goes. The Ice City has been destroyed once, but after he returns, it can be destroyed again. How powerful do you think this curse is? So, no matter what this battle is, Victory or defeat, Zhan Demon Mountain cannot be guaranteed. If I were Fei Ancestor, I would never be so happy."

King Yu was extremely embarrassed and flapped his wings gently twice, "Please don't worry, Taoist Master, we are all looking forward to your coming, King Spirit..."

"I didn't say that I'm not looking forward to his coming, right?" Our Lady of Wanzi lowered her head and said in a lazy voice, as if she was talking to the air, "I admire you very much for destroying everything. If Taoist Master has no objection, from now on I I still want to follow you for more walks, especially the places I hate.”

Mu Xingqiu smiled, "I hope there won't be too many things that I hate about Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons."

"Hehe, not many, about 17 or 18, all of them are demon mountains and demon caves that have grievances with Bingcheng." The two eyes of the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children, which were close together, suddenly wrinkled and almost touched each other. "The real Daozun is back, so the Spirit King doesn't have to pretend to be the Daozun anymore. I think she is very tired."

The King of Feathers hurriedly said: "Holy Mother, remember, we didn't come to see the Daozun to talk about this matter."

"I didn't bear any grudges in the first place, so there is no need to forgive."

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children hummed, and looked up at the golem again, looking thoughtful.

The King of Feathers regretted bringing the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children to see Mu Xingqiu. He coughed twice and said: "The Black Phoenix has already talked to the Daozun, so I will say it directly. The battle between Zhan Moshan and Bingkui cannot be fought."

"Why?" Mu Xingqiu really wanted to hear what these people who wanted to quit said.

"Although the Spirit King has not officially announced it, we can all guess her plan. She must use the Golem and Yi Shijun's soul to destroy Bing Kui."

"How to use it?" Mu Xingqiu believed that the Golem and the soul inside it had great power, but he didn't know how to release it.

"I don't know the specific plan, but the Spirit King has entered the Golem and must have received guidance from Yi Shijun's soul."

Mu Xingqiu was slightly stunned. The Crow's original soul said that the Battle Demon Mountain could not be defended. Why did the soul in the Golem think it could be fought? Could it be that after the soul and soul were separated, even the ideas were deviated?

"You don't even know what the plan is, so you want to oppose it?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Yu Wang's square face was even more embarrassed, but the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons was shaky and stopped talking, so he had to bite the bullet and continue, "The key is not whether the plan is good or bad, but Ling Wang... She wants to imitate Dao Zun too much, and only wants to fight, and can't listen to other opinions. We are willing to follow Ling Wang through fire and water, but we are worried... We are worried that Fei Zu has a conspiracy."

"Isn't it Fei Zu's wish to keep Zhan Mo Mountain?"

"Of course, but he doesn't want Taoist priests to stay in Zhan Mo Mountain after the war. Dao Zun should know that Fei Zu is not ordinary. He received the magic skills from Yi Shijun a long time ago. Zhan Mo Mountain is full of magicians. We suspect that he wants to use the golem to eliminate Bing Kui, Ling Wang and other Taoist priests in one fell swoop."

Mu Xingqiu understood that Yu Wang and Hei Huang were both Qi Wushang's former subordinates, but Zhan Mo Mountain had always refused to accept Qi Wushang's orders, and both sides were wary and fearful of each other.

"I will make a judgment after I meet the Spirit King and ask him about the plan." Mu Xingqiu didn't want to make a decision based on hearsay, and he was a little curious about how Yang Qingyin imitated him.

"No matter what choice Daozun and the Spirit King make, the flying demon tribes and the Ice City demon tribe will not say no again. If we really have to fight, we are willing to shed our blood."

"Willing to shed our blood." The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children repeated, "The Holy Mother has five or six hundred descendants left, and I don't plan to have any more children. Please let them bleed one by one."

These words sounded like a determination, but also like a complaint and sarcasm. Yu Wang regretted it so much that his intestines turned green, and he hurriedly said goodbye.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children staggered behind Yu Wang, and suddenly pointed at the golem and said, "He wants to escape, he is ready."

"Are you talking about the souls of Yi Shijun?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children didn't even turn her head, and left after saying "I don't know".

Mu Xingqiu shook his head helplessly. In his eyes, Zuo Liuying was too deep, Yi Shijun was too broad, and Wanzi Shengmu was too chaotic. There was no trace to be found, so he had to ignore her words.

The last person to visit was Yin Buchen, who crawled all the way over, humming and moaning, as if he had been stabbed in the abdomen and bleeding profusely, and just wanted to come over to say a last word.

"Laojun is too powerful, I'm just a bug, I can't refuse..." Yin Buchen's eyes were watery, and Yang Qingyin obviously returned his two crystal eyes.

"I didn't want to punish you." Mu Xingqiu knew Yi Shijun's ability. Although it was difficult for him to trust the demon clan again, he would not hate them for it.

"That's Laojun after all. I heard that one of his souls helped Daozun in Bingcheng, and Laojun will also help in Zhanmo Mountain. Daozun, please think about it again..."

"I can't release the soul in the golem." Mu Xingqiu didn't try seriously, but he would never destroy the magic circle set up by Yang Qingyin and the Taoists.

"No, no, no, not release, Dao Zun, can you...can you discuss with the Spirit King and leave the golem, not destroy it..."

"I heard that this was the idea of ​​Yi Shijun's soul."

"Impossible." Yin Buchen was still crawling on the ground, but his expression was gritting his teeth, "It was all Fei Zu's evil plan, it was all him."

Mu Xingqiu felt a little guilty. The demons here were still in a state of division and untrustworthiness as before. He should have taken on all this, but it fell on Yang Qingyin.

He hoped to help Yang Qingyin unload this burden, but the reunion of the two was destined to be not easy:

That night, the golem and the soul inside disappeared.