Chapter 417: The Transformation of the New King

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In the Imperial Capital, Mu Xingqiu once used the Frost Soul Sword, but it was only a little bit and had almost no effect on the soul in the sword. However, facing the seven Demonic Cloud Envoys, he had to use his full strength. More than half of the soul power of the Frost Soul Sword has been consumed. Every time it is used again, it may cause greater damage to Fangfang's soul.

"No, I will think of other ways." Mu Xingqiu pointed at Xinjun and Yu Wang who were tied up by Xiaoyao rope, "Yaoyunshi is still afraid."

"Shengyun..." Xinjun still wanted to correct him. Zhang Suqin, who was opposite him, suddenly stretched out his hand to squeeze the secret, shouted "Shut up", and directly sent out a five-element spell. Although there was no magic weapon in his hand, Taoist Xingluo's spell was still powerful. The ice ball as big as a fist hit Xin Jun's chest. Xin Jun spat out a large mouthful of blood with a loud cry, but did not say the last word "to make".

"Think about it again." Zhang Suqin's tone returned to calmness, "We can discuss it again after I retrieve the magic weapon."

It was about Fangfang's soul. Mu Xingqiu felt that there was nothing to discuss, but he still nodded politely.

Zhang Suqin left, and Xinjun licked his lips, "This is my own blood. I have tasted it many times, and the result is the same every time. My ancestors are flying demons, and they are related to the Silver Feather and Black Phoenix tribes." The origin, for more than a hundred generations, has never been mixed with human blood. Because of an accident, he became a half-demon in the last seven generations. "

"Have you learned a lot of sorcery from Mr. Yishi?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"I am Yishi-kun." Xinjun said in surprise, not even licking the remaining blood on his lips.

"I'm talking about the former Mr. Yishi." Mu Xingqiu suddenly remembered a little demon, "You must know Feiba."

When the name Feiba was mentioned, Xinjun was stunned, and after a while he said: "Of course I know him, a cheap slave. It was because of him that Laojun became discouraged and quit the mortal world. Feiba, this is him The name he gave himself, in fact, he has a chaotic bloodline and is a worthless little demon. I heard that he appeared in Qishan."

"Well, he is now imprisoned by Asan."

"Where's the magic scroll he stole?"

"Destroyed.

Xin Jun sighed and shook his head helplessly, "This is what the waste of natural resources refers to. It is Lao Jun's hard work for hundreds of years. Has no one written down the contents?"

"I have written down a few demon spells.

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When Mu Xingqiu was refining magic weapons a few years ago, he got a translation of the magic text from the head of the Wangshan Forbidden Secret Department, which recorded some spells. Mu Xingqiu guessed the magic text from one of the methods of dividing magic species. The supreme conspiracy, but when he returned to Pangshan, he still couldn't stop him from regaining the demon pill in time.

The wet mist in Xinjun's eyes disappeared instantly, "As far as I know, Laojun wrote a total of seven kinds of demon righteousness in the scroll."

"Almost." Mu Xingqiu clearly remembered the words on the scroll. They were indeed seven kinds of spells. "There is a method for dividing demon species. Did Qi Wu learn it?"

"Really, it's true, you can actually understand the magic text!" Xin Jun's expression can be said to be one of reverence.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't read the magic text, so he read the translation. Mu Xingqiu did not point this out. He originally thought that Feiba might be Xinjun's breakthrough point, but he did not expect that the magic scroll would attract more attention, so he immediately adjusted his strategy. "Are you interested in magic texts?"

"I'm not interested in magic texts, it's the seven kinds of demon righteousness..." Xin Jun looked at Mu Xingqiu and suddenly knelt down.

"Please teach me the righteous Dharma. I meet all your conditions. From now on, I will no longer be a demon, I will be a human being. In fact, there is not much demonic energy left in our clan, and we are closer to non-demon."

Xin Jun's attitude changed so quickly that Mu Xingqiu couldn't adapt to it, and a look of contemplation appeared on his face. Xin Jun immediately said: "I know how to deal with Yao Yun. Untie me and give me a few more demon weapons. I'll Can block the arrows of the Holy Cloud... no, the Demonic Cloud."

The "Arrow of the Holy Cloud" is the unclean air shot out by Yao Yun. It is it that makes it difficult for Taoist Xingluo to resist. If it can be blocked, Yao Yunshi himself will be easy to deal with.

"Traitor!" A voice suddenly sounded next to him. King Yu and Fawang woke up at some point. He happened to see the new king kneeling to the Taoist priest and offered to help him. He couldn't help but get furious. However, the roots of his wings were tied up by Xiaoyao rope, and he was furious. I was sore and in pain that I couldn't even stand up, so I could only yell loudly, "I have long seen that you are disloyal to the Giant Demon King, but I didn't expect that you would turn to the Taoist priest. This Taoist priest... Hey, you are not... You are not …”

"It's me. Mu Xingqiu said that they met in Duanliu City, and one of Fadong's younger brothers was killed by him and Pangshan Taoist Priest.

King Yu became even more angry and jumped up with all his strength, but his wings were his demon core. Once bound, he lost most of his demon power. He screamed in pain and fell back on the grass feather bed.

The new king stood up and said with a smile: "Why should we be loyal to the giant demon king? Because he can unite the demon clan. If there is a better way to unite the demon clan, there is no need to be loyal to the giant demon king, right? "

"Oh, so you are destined to be the little boss." Xinjun turned to Mu Xingqiu, his expression immediately became serious, "Teach me the righteous method of Demon Lord, and I will recognize you as my master."

Xinjun was obviously not good at asking for gifts. The more important he said the scroll was, the less likely Mu Xingqiu would teach it to him, but he would not refuse it harshly. "Tell me how to resist the unclean air emitted by the demon cloud, and then I will consider your request."

Xinjun no longer cared about "demon cloud" or "holy cloud", "This is my magic, you Taoist priests can't use it."

"It doesn't matter, just tell me." Mu Xingqiu certainly didn't want to learn magic, he wanted to find the loopholes of the demon cloud.

A group of people rushed in, and the first one was Xin Youtao, holding a big cloth bag in his hand, "All the demon pills and demon weapons are here, but Feng Dongchen and the others are not found."

"You found the wrong place. The Taoist captives are not in my cave. They were sent to the sky." Xin Jun said, thinking for a while, and continued: "Only by defeating all seven holy cloud envoys can the captives be taken down. It's a bit difficult, but we have a lot of people here. Everyone works together, there is always a way. I can block the arrow of the demon cloud, and you attack the demon cloud envoy together. Remember, no one can run away..."

Even if they saw Xin Jun and Yu Wang break free from the shackles of the free rope and fight with Mu Xingqiu, Xin Youtao and others would not be so surprised. It was only a short while ago that a new strange historian of the demon clan actually said "we". He also wanted to deal with the demon cloud with the Taoist priest.

"Did you use illusion on him?" Xin Youtao could only think of this possibility, but he remembered that Mu Xingqiu clearly said that the illusion of virtuality was not so powerful against the demon clan.

Mu Xingqiu shook his head. Xinjun's magic was not weak. Even if he was bound by the Xiaoyao rope, his basic defense power was still there. Even the seventh-level mind illusion could not penetrate.

Everyone arrived. The three female Taoist priests of Luanjing Mountain returned to their original appearance. They retrieved most of the magic tools from Xinjun's cave. Zhang Suqin was also surprised by this change. She said to Mu Xingqiu: "Is this the solution you came up with? The power of Yaoyun cannot be underestimated. A little demon can't stop it."

"Hehe, I'm not a little demon." Xinjun interrupted and said: "Deng Xian - that's right. I remembered your name - tell them who I am."

Deng Xian was the most surprised by Xinjun's huge change. He shook a few times and almost fainted. He didn't hear what Qingxinjun said at all, and replied blankly: "Who are you?"

"Huh? How could you forget such an important thing? I...it's possible that I didn't tell you." Xinjun coughed twice. He formally introduced himself, "My original surname is Yin, and my name is Yin Buchen. I am a descendant of the Iron-backed Flood Dragon clan. My father is the Flood King Yin Shengqian, but we haven't met for a long time. Although the Iron-backed Flood Dragon is a sea monster, it can also fly in the sky. A long, long time ago, it was called the 'Three Flying Demon Kings' together with the Silver Feather and Black Phoenix clans, and was the most capable general of the Demon Clan."

The new king Yin Buchen's self-introduction was powerful, but it did not achieve the effect he expected. No one was surprised or envious of his life experience. The strict female Taoist priest of Luanjing Mountain even showed a hint of impatience, "Mu Xingqiu, I want to talk to you alone."

Mu Xingqiu walked aside, and Sun Yulu, Shen Ji and others began to arrange the magic tools. Xin Youtao and Ouyang Shao were unable to help. They opened the cloth bag to identify the demon pills and demon tools inside, and Deng Xian stood aside to help.

Yin Buchen, who was ignored, felt lost and didn't even care about the sarcasm of the King of Feathers.

Zhang Suqin cast a silence spell, "Have you thought it through?"

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not disturb the soul in the Frost Soul Sword."

Zhang Suqin sighed, not surprised, "It's so troublesome to be in love. What if I can separate Qin Lingshuang's soul?"

"You have a way?" Mu Xingqiu was surprised. He remembered clearly that only Siming Ding could recognize the identity of the soul, but it couldn't separate the soul. Because of the Feng Ruhui Rebellion, Luanjing Mountain kept a particularly strict view of Siming Ding, so Mu Xingqiu knew what to do and never borrowed it.

"Strictly speaking, this method is prohibited, but now the world is in chaos, all kinds of new magic and new magic are emerging, and Luanjing Mountain does not need to strictly abide by the ban, but we need your cooperation."

"You want to use the Frost Soul Sword to restrain my living soul?"

"That's right. As long as you can recognize Qin Lingshuang's soul, there is a way to separate it and store it separately in a certain area of ​​the magic weapon, so that you don't have to worry about using the Frost Soul Sword again. If you agree, Sun Yulu will cast the spell."

Sun Yulu is a disciple of the Lantern and Candle Department, and is also a Taoist priest of Luanjing Mountain who Mu Xingqiu trusts relatively, so Zhang Suqin recommended her.

"What is the danger?"

"If the living soul enters the weapon, it may be bound by the dead soul and can never return to the original body." Zhang Suqin did not shy away.

"What about Fangfang?"

"The memory of the dead soul is stagnant. If she can feel your presence, she may be frightened. As for the result, I can't say for sure."

Mu Xingqiu was most afraid of this "can't say". He looked at Sun Yulu on the other side, "I want to talk to Taoist Sun alone."

Zhang Suqin nodded in agreement. a.co

Xin Youtao at the door waved to Mu Xingqiu and said loudly: "Someone... a monster is coming."

Mu Xingqiu walked over and clearly heard the footsteps outside.

The beast monster Lao Zhuang rushed in and was stunned by the scene he saw. Yu Wang and Xin Jun were tied up, and several Taoists were looking at him coldly. He stood there for a while before remembering his mission, "Who, who is Mu Xingqiu?"

"I am."

"Your voice... Feidian?" Lao Zhuang shook his head vigorously, thinking it was an unreal nightmare, "An old friend wants to see you."

"Old friend? Lan Binghu?" Among Mu Xingqiu's "old friends", only she joined the demon clan.

"No, he said he was an 'old friend of Pangshan', and he also said that you came to find the surviving Pangshan Taoist priests, and he was one of them." Lao Zhuang looked confused, obviously just following orders to pass on the message, and didn't understand the meaning at all.

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