Chapter 1103: Finding the Soul

Mu Dong'er looked back but did not slow down. Yin Buchen, who was supported by a group of monkeys, said, "Don't you really want to stay and watch the fight? That's your father and Zuo Liuying.

"I can't see it, and I can't understand it. Why stay? Alas--" Mu Dong'er sighed, showing that she was bored. She flew silently for a while, "Is my realm so low? Is the magic of the demon clan not worthy of its name? What did they rely on to rule the world and suppress the Taoist tradition?"

"It's not enough to have only the magic of the demon clan and the demon soul, you also need demon seeds." Yin Buchen practiced the true law of the demon lord and had personal experience, so he knew where the problem was. "The demon seed is like the magic power of a Taoist priest. If a Taoist priest uses the magic power of a casual cultivator or the demon power of the demon clan to cast a spell, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced. The same is true for you. Without the support of the demon seed, no matter how exquisite the spell is, it will not be able to exert its due power. "

"Maybe, but my vision is so poor that I can't see anything like you. "Mu Dong'er was dejected.

"I am the son of the Jiao King, but I am also deserted by my friends and family, and I have no place to live like an ordinary little demon. So this kind of thing happens all the time, there is nothing strange about it."

Mu Dong'er's head hung even lower, and he even lost interest in flying. Several monkeys came to hold him up.

"The demon seeds were so close to me, why didn't I keep two or three?" Mu Dong'er regretted it.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you had gotten the demon seeds, you would have been killed by Kun Dun or the Taoist priests. How could you still be alive now?"

Now that the demon seeds are in Kun Dun's hands, Mu Dong'er will never have a chance to get them again. He turned his head to look at the ancestral tower for the last time. Although he didn't stay to watch the battle, his thoughts were still there, "How could my father beat Zuo Liuying? They are not... people from the same world."

Yin Buchen laughed and said, "If you must rely on pure strength to defeat your opponent, Mu Xingqiu should have lost to the giant demon king in Duanliu City. Don't worry about him. We need to cast a spell over a large area so that everyone can hear Mu Xingqiu's voice on the seventh day of the seventh month. We don't know how many living monsters are left in the Monster Land. Let's not make a wasted trip. Also, Yi Shijun will not admit defeat willingly. Instead of thinking about how to understand the fight between Taoist Qin and Zuo Liuying, we should discuss how to deal with Yi Shijun. "

Mu Dong'er didn't care about Yi Shijun at all, and whispered "demon seed" in her mouth.

The monkeys were like a furry brown cloud, carrying a man and a demon with their own thoughts and flying to the north, gradually disappearing into the night.

Duanliu City became quiet. The camps on the west and north sides were silent, and no figures appeared. There was only a ancestral tower in the east, and there was no sound at all. The demon camp in the south was more lively. The sorcerers sneaked out of the camp at night, either alone or in groups, and fled to farther places.

There are four camps in four directions of Duanliu City, and only the south has no treasure. The prestige of Yi Shijun and Yuan Qijing has greatly declined.

It was almost midnight, and the number of fleeing demons began to decrease significantly. There were still no less than a thousand demons left. Yi Shijun once said that today he and Mu Xingqiu There is still one more battle, and they want to see the result.

But Yi Shijun has not shown up yet, and there is no change in the ancestral tower in the east. Is the battle going on? Has the result been reached? No one knows.

Jiao Wang Yuan Qijing can no longer wait. If this continues, there will be more fleeing monsters at dawn. He brought a large number of loyal monsters to the door of Yi Shijun, and he wanted to see the monster of all souls no matter what.

A guard knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time. Two guards rushed in and came out soon, announcing a news that made the monsters panic: Yi Shijun disappeared without leaving any trace.

Yuan Qijing had to admit that he was fooled, and lost his only treasure, and lost the morale that he had finally gathered. "Wait until dawn." He said to the monsters, with a guilty look on his face, "If there is no news about Yi Shijun by then, make a decision. ”

Even he himself didn’t know what else he could say.

The demon camp also seemed quiet on the surface. Everyone went back to their residences, with heavy hearts, but they didn’t flee. Anyway, it wasn’t long before dawn. When the demon army split up, they could leave openly.

It was the end of the month, and the moon was as dark as a hook. As it tilted westward, Duanliu City became even quieter, so quiet that there was not even the sound of the wind. It was also expanding silently outward. It was spring a few miles away from Duanliu City. The ice and snow at the junction had been melting and freezing repeatedly, but now they all stopped. The leaves stopped shaking, the beasts hid in their nests with their tails between their legs, and the insects underground curled up into a ball. The demons in the camp inexplicably didn’t even dare to breathe.

Yuan Qijing then understood Bai, there really is a battle going on, but he doesn't know who the parties are, let alone how it's going. He only knows that one of them should be Mu Xingqiu. Yi Shijun probably didn't lie, which is at least a comfort.

In the ancestral tower, Yang Qingyin also noticed the unusual silence. Apart from being able to see Mu Xingqiu's back, she knew no more than the demons in the south of the city.

Mu Xingqiu came to the ninth floor, the highest floor of the ancestral tower. He didn't have time to write talismans here. The walls were hidden in the darkness, without any brilliance. He stood at the west window, looking at Duanliu City, and had not moved for a long time.

Yang Qingyin stood behind him, only a few steps away, but couldn't feel the living Mu Xingqiu.

The spells are boundless, and there are naturally thousands of forms of fighting. Some of them are elusive even to Mu Xingqiu. In fact, it was not him who asked the flea to open the gap, but the flea who used the art of telepathy to remind him that he could let Mu Dong'er enter. Walking around the city, I was able to discover half of the world created by Qin Lingshuang and Zuo Liuying respectively. The two were perfectly matched, with only a slight difference in weight.

Mu Xingqiu once created an independent world. There was a void in the Patriarch Tower, which contained nearly 100,000 Holy Talisman Army soldiers. Going forward, he and Yishijun created hundreds of small worlds in Zhibu State. , further forward, the practice void in the Frost Soul Sword already has the prototype of the world.

But these worlds are incomplete, and the difference from the real world is so obvious that they are more like magic illusions than "worlds".

The worlds created by Qin Lingshuang and Zuo Liuying were not large. They were bounded by city walls and each occupied half of Duanliu City. However, they were flawless and no different from the real world. Those who walked inside would not even notice that they had entered. Another world.

Not long after Mu Dong'er and Yin Buchen left, he came to the ninth floor and stared at Duanliu City. It took him a full hour to find a way to enter. At this time, Li Ye was not long gone.

Mu Xingqiu imagined Duanliu City as two people, and they were two practitioners, with bodies, meridians, three fields, especially Niwan Palace. After meditating like this for a while, he used the illusion of mind to bring His soul was sent to the "Niwan Palace" in the world of Beicheng, which belonged to Zuo Liuying and was the opponent he was about to face.

He succeeded. When the humans and monsters around Duanliu City felt the growing silence, the laughter of Lord Yishi rang in Mu Xingqiu's ears, "You came in so late, Mu Xingqiu, fighting skills are still there Without even starting, you've already lost a move."

There was a white light in front of Mu Xingqiu's eyes. It took him a while to gradually adapt, and then he found that he had entered Duanliu City, had a complete body, and was standing inside the east city gate, slightly to the north. The city was filled with light, just like daytime. When I looked up, there was no sun in the sky.

Mr. Yishi, who was dressed in black robes, walked slowly from the opposite side, also heading north, with a smile on his face, as if he didn't take the tragic defeat three days ago seriously, "Does it look familiar?"

"It's somewhat similar to your Soul City Formation."

"Somewhat similar? This evolved from my Soul City Formation. Of course, I have to admit that the two of them are more sophisticated than me."

In Mu Xingqiu's view, this is not just "more sophisticated". When Lord Yishi set up the soul city formation in Fuhuang City, tens of thousands of excited humans were needed as carriers, and there was no formed world at all, only spells. wall.

"Where's Zuo Liuying?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"Haha, this is the content of tonight's fight. Zuo Liuying said that your current strength is too weak, and it would be unfair for you to fight directly. Although I don't know what the so-called fairness is, but since he said so, I No objection - in short, he wants to change the comparison: his soul is hidden in the city, and you can find it before dawn. Even if you win, if you can't find it, you lose. How about it? "

"Is it the entire Duanliu City, or the North City?" Mu Xingqiu asked. The South City belonged to Qin Lingshuang, and he did not want to enter at will without summons and permission.

"It's Beicheng."

Mu Xingqiu nodded and agreed. He had to admit that there was indeed a big gap between his own strength and Zuo Liuying. Finding souls was more beneficial to him than direct combat.

He walked towards the streets of Beicheng.

Mr. Ishi followed him, "I heard that you want to create multiple worlds to house humans, monsters and practitioners respectively. Is the world you imagine the same as this one?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head. The world he imagined was just a void, used to temporarily house all sentient beings. They were in a deep sleep state there, waiting to return to the real world after Kun Chaos was defeated.

"Why did Zuo Liuying agree to fight for you?" Mu Xingqiu asked. He remembered that during the battle in Fuhuang City, Zuo Liuying took advantage of the chaos and stole a large number of Nascent Souls. Lord Yishi was very angry and wanted to file Zuo Liuying's bones into pieces. It's gray.

"When you find Zuo Liuying's soul, let him explain it to you. You don't believe what I say anyway, if you can really find it." Mr. Yishi yawned, "It's just past midnight, and there are about two days until dawn. A little more than an hour, so you can look for it slowly. Do you need me to accompany you? Although it is realistic, there are no living creatures here. Strictly speaking, you and I are not living creatures..."

Mr. Yishi was still as verbose as before, and Mu Xingqiu ignored him. He walked for a while to the north city, turned around and walked back, and came to the main street. Here there is an invisible dividing line between the north and south cities. Color, but separates the two worlds.

"Found it," Mu Xingqiu said.

Mr. Yishi was stunned for a moment, a look of panic flashed across his face, then he sneered and said in a weird voice: "Really?"