Chapter 408 The Demon Head on the Door Lintel

A solitary head hung on the door lintel several feet above the ground, swaying gently in the wind like a wind chime. Mu Xingqiu took a look from afar and recognized that it was not a bald man, but the head of a one-horned demon. He should have been beheaded not long ago, and his flesh and blood had not yet withered. Even after death, he made an extremely ferocious expression, and his half-open mouth seemed to be able to roar at any time. Top, point, ..

From the moment they saw the head, the demon soldiers' team became quiet, especially those beast demon officers who were usually the most rude. They behaved the most honestly and did not even dare to raise their heads. They were all intimidated by the head of their own tribe.

The demon soldiers came from all directions, trampling the wild grass into a quagmire. Amid the heavy footsteps, Ouyang Luo whispered to Mu Xingqiu: "The beast demons offer their heads, which means that the demon king has arrived."

"Offer heads?"

"Well, when the demon king goes out to camp and feels that there is danger nearby, he will ask a beast demon to voluntarily offer its head. Then the demon king will use magic to turn the head into a powerful demon weapon that can shock the military camp and monitor abnormalities. As long as we don't get recognized by it, our disguise will be truly successful."

When Xin Youtao and the other three heard this, they couldn't help but look up at the one-horned demon head. They saw that the demon head's eyes were as big as copper bells, and the light was flashing, which was sharper than that of a living beast demon. The three of them hurriedly lowered their heads.

"He's blinking." Xin Youtao whispered, and even his steps were a little flustered.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who was panicking. The one-horned demon head's eyes were shining for more than ten miles outside the camp. All the demon soldiers who were stared at felt like needles pricking their backs and sweating even if they never raised their heads.

A sturdy beast demon with a height of nearly ten feet stood at the door. His huge and hairy head showed that he was probably a bear demon. He looked at the group of demon soldiers entering the camp angrily. Suddenly, he roared for no reason, shaking the ground slightly, and then he shouted in unclear human language: "Stop!"

The demon tribe has many dialects, and human language is still the most popular.

The five fake demons were only a dozen steps away from the camp gate. When they heard this order, they were all shocked.

All the demon soldiers on the muddy road stopped and looked at the gatekeeper beast demon in awe.

The bear demon looked around, and its deterrent power was no less than that of the one-horned demon head hanging on the lintel. "You rude bastards, bend your humble waists and salute the Eye of the Demon King. In order to protect you useless guys, a noble purebred demon gave his head. I will not allow any bastard to turn a blind eye to this."

No demon soldier turned a blind eye, but they were just terrified and hoped to pass under the demon head as soon as possible.

All the demon soldiers on the road bowed and saluted.

The bear demon was still not satisfied, and stepped into the group of soldiers. With a casual press of his big hand, a demon soldier could fall to the ground, but his fifth press actually encountered strong resistance.

The bear demon took big steps and stepped over the head in one step. At this time, he turned around and looked down at the thin half-demon soldier. All half-demons in his eyes were thin and small, ungrateful, and ignorant of the rules. "Raise your head."

Mu Xingqiu straightened his slightly bent body and raised his head. He had no intention of confronting the bear demon. But he had been training his body for many years, and even without using magic power, his body would naturally resist the pressure from the outside world, and the giant hand pressed down. He just wanted to keep his balance, but he bounced the furry palm away.

Mu Xingqiu had a big shaggy beard on his face, which covered his true appearance. It seemed to give the bear monster a good impression, and the bear monster's voice was a little roaring, "What's your name? Where are you from?"

Ouyang Luo took a step forward, "His name is Fei Dian, he is my soldier..." Then he changed to roaring in the beast monster language.

There must be something wrong with the communication of the casual cultivator. Just after roaring a few words, he was hit by a punch from the bear monster, flew over the gate, and landed in the camp. The demon head on the lintel followed him and turned half a circle, but did not issue a warning.

The demon soldiers and demon generals inside and outside the camp cheered in unison.

"Speak up, bastard." The bear monster ordered. In the eyes of the beast monster, half-demons are all bastards. As for non-demons, they must prove their absolute loyalty before they can be barely considered demons.

"My name is Feidian." Mu Xingqiu glanced at Ouyang Luo who was knocked away by a punch, "He is my leader and my friend. You hit my friend."

The provocation in this sentence was very obvious. Even the beast demon who was not very proficient in human language could hear it. The bear demon made a threatening sound in his throat. Xin Youtao and others nearby were surprised and secretly winked at Mu Xingqiu, indicating that he should not act rashly at this time.

Mu Xingqiu was not reckless. He had an idea. He looked up at the huge face and said, "You'd better apologize to him."

The bear demon roared, spitting ten feet away, and then he made a clear answer-his fist hit the bold half-demon bastard hard.

Feng Dongchen and Shen Ji stared at Mu Xingqiu closely. In order to see how to deal with it, everyone agreed in advance that no one could use magic power.

Mu Xingqiu's entire body was about the same thickness as one of the bear monster's legs. He stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck, and his head could barely reach the chest and abdomen of the bear monster. If he didn't use magic to resist, he couldn't even receive the opponent's fist wind.

But this was just an appearance. Before refining the mind, the mind-refining department first refines the body. Mu Xingqiu's physique is much stronger than that of ordinary Taoists, but he rarely has the opportunity to display it. He raised his hands and held up the fist that was slightly smaller than his head.

The bear monster retracted his fist, roared at Mu Xingqiu, and spit out a bunch of saliva. He pushed away the demon soldiers blocking the way and ran into the camp.

Mu Xingqiu and others also ran into the camp. Ouyang Luo had already climbed up, holding his chin, and whispered: "No need..."

All the demon soldiers ran to a hill in the middle of the camp. Xin Youtao said his thoughts while running, "I would rather lie in the mud than be covered in spit. Do you smell that smell?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head gently, "Beast demons like to fight. I hope to get more information this way."

Xin Youtao and others didn't quite understand what this meant, but Ouyang Luo nodded in agreement.

On the hill stood a rough log, more than two feet high. A piece of unknown animal skin hung from the top, and a wolf-shaped side profile with its mouth open was painted with blood. This was one of the few flags of the demon soldiers, representing the giant demon king Qi Wushang. Below the flag, the log was evenly inlaid with ten large iron rings, and the iron chains wrapped around the rings hung to the ground, like folded wings.

"King Yu, it's King Yu who's coming." Seven or eight hundred demon soldiers stood around the hill, excitedly passing on the news.

Ouyang Luo's injury was not serious. His left face was a little swollen and his speech was a little vague. "The King of Feathers is the leader of all the winged monsters. I heard that he was enthroned three years ago. You may have heard of him..."

He didn't need to say anything more. The King of Feathers had already appeared. Mu Xingqiu and Xin Youtao had not only heard of him, but also seen him.

He had a well-proportioned and upright body, a dignified appearance, and even the old age seemed just right, adding to his majesty instead of appearing weak. However, the most eye-catching thing about the King of Feathers was the pair of wings behind him, silver wings, which were gathered like a cloak at this time.

Yin Yu Fadong, one of the main generals of the monster army in the Battle of Duanliu City, had personally visited Duanliu City to announce the beginning of the seven-day curse. He lost a younger brother in the war, but he was able to escape.

"The Supreme Great Monster King of All Heavens protects all monsters in the world. All monsters are united, and those who disobey will die." The King of Feathers Fadong spoke to the wolf flag first, and the monster soldiers followed him and repeated the eight words "All monsters are united, and those who disobey will die".

Yu Wang Fadong turned around, glanced at the demon soldiers, raised his voice and ordered: "Bring out the Taoist priest!"

Cheers suddenly resounded through the sky, and the demon soldiers in the entire camp shouted like crazy, stamping their feet constantly, and slowly everyone's footsteps became consistent, matching the roars in their mouths, forming a blood-pumping rhythm.

At Ouyang Shao's signal, Mu Xingqiu and others also stamped their feet, but they just opened their mouths without making any sound, and their eyes swept around, trying to see who was captured alive.

A group of flying demons descended from the sky with prisoners.

Six years ago, a large number of flying demons participated in the battle of Laozu Peak and Duanliu City. At that time, their demon power was weak. Except for a pair of natural wings and human arms, their bodies were no different from those of big birds, and their intelligence was relatively low. A large number of them died in the war. The survivors obviously learned their lessons and have undergone major changes in the past few years: their heads are similar to those of humans, but they still have sharp beaks, and their bodies are more like humans, but covered with feathers of different colors.

There were a total of forty flying monsters, four in a group, holding ropes in their hands, with captives tied at the end of the ropes.

Seeing the first person being tied, Mu Xingqiu was shocked. The captive turned out to be Yang Chun, a Taoist priest from Wandi Mountain. He was ordered to guard outside the mountain, and he didn't know why he encountered the monster soldiers.

Feng Dongchen remained calm, looking at the familiar captives as if he didn't know them.

The ropes were obviously attached with monster power. Yang Chun only had his hands tied behind his back, but he lost the power to resist. Although he struggled desperately, he was still involuntarily brought from the air to the ground by four flying monsters.

There were nine more captives behind him, including Wandi Mountain, Hongshan and Yashan Taoist priests. Mu Xingqiu had never seen most of them, but he recognized the last Yashan Taoist priest. It was Liao Huayuan who fled under the oppression of the monster cloud. He was the only one among the ten captives who showed some panic.

The captives were tied to chains and stood in a circle around the log, with bright red wolf flags on their heads and frenzied demon soldiers all around.

"Kill them!"

"Let me take a bite!"

"I want revenge!"

The demon soldiers were so excited that the five fake demons could no longer keep up. After all, it was not an easy thing to watch their fellow Taoists become prisoners.

Mu Xingqiu, Xin Youtao, and Shen Ji looked at each other, and then looked at Feng Dongchen together. The Taoist of Wandi Mountain Xingluo had a gleaming look in his eyes and vaguely formed a spell with his hands. He obviously would not sit idly by and watch his own Taoists die at the hands of the demons.

Without finding Yang Qingyin, or getting more information, or even sneaking into Baizhang City, the Taoists had to face a fierce battle.

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