Chapter 0426 Four Different Historians

Hao Wangu thought he was a sorcerer, but the real sorcerers respected him but refused to admit that he was their own kind. They called him "Yishi Jun" to his face and "Xin Jun" behind his back.

Hao Wangu was upset about this and gradually developed the habit of talking to himself. This was nothing, but he often forgot that there were other demons nearby and cursed out his dissatisfaction and indignation with a bunch of dirty words, which inevitably shocked the listeners and made him lose all possible friendships.

"A leg bone demon pill, ah, aren't you a sorcerer? Don't you think you are very powerful? I learned all your magic from me here. When you die, your demon pill will become my material. I can fiddle with it at will, at will..."Hao Wangu grabbed a still fresh heart and squeezed it gently. A little red liquid spurted out of the blood vessels and fell on the leg bone. The bone was quickly corroded and broke into two pieces.

Hao Wangu was very satisfied. He could not cast powerful magic, but with the help of various magic tools he made by himself, his power was not weaker than that of a "real" magician. He threw the heart on the table. The table was more than three meters long and was cluttered with all kinds of strange objects, covered with dust and cobwebs. The insects settled here and were always very big because of the influence of the evil spirit.

Hao Wangu didn't care at all. He liked the dirtiness of this cave. If anyone dared to turn over the things here, even if he just moved a bone a few inches away, he would be furious and must kill the other party - he liked to eat monsters, especially biting their throats. After a bite, his mouth was full of blood, and the complex taste stimulated the tip of his tongue. The inheritance of countless generations passed through his mind like words, which always made him intoxicated, more comfortable than drinking a pot of mellow old wine.

Hao Wangu hadn't drunk demon blood for at least five days. His mouth was dry and he turned around to look for it. The general always provided some stupid demon soldiers and human slaves for him to suck blood. Human blood was not as sweet as demon blood, just like the difference between homemade sour wine and pure wine produced in a workshop. But if it was just to quench thirst, there was no need to be picky.

A demon soldier stood at the door, wearing a huge double-horned bone helmet, looking silly but sweet and delicious. Hao Wangu raised his right arm, his half-foot-long nails were dark and shiny, and his index finger moved, "Come here, little thing, which tribe are you from? No, no, don't tell me, I will tell you later, I can even find out what your ancestors were. Alas, the demon blood is getting more and more mixed, and trying to find a clear bloodline is sometimes like looking for a needle in a haystack..."

The strange history master Hao Wangu is famous, and the demon soldiers who come to serve him are usually terrified. If they are bitten and survive by luck, they will celebrate, but this demon soldier is a bit unique. He strode over, not afraid at all, as if he didn't know the real purpose of this greeting.

The blood of the ignorant demon tastes better, less sour due to fear. Hao Wangu grinned, stretched out his thin and long tongue and gently shook it twice in the air. This was a completely unconscious action, imitating another demon. At that time, he was a little demon who offered blood on his own initiative, and the blood sucker was the old Yi Shijun who made his neck stiff in his memories.

The demon soldier came over, Hao Wangu put one hand on his shoulder and the other hand to turn his head. His throat was dry and burning, and he urgently needed some nectar-like blood.

The demon soldier suddenly spoke, without fear or pleading, and said four words calmly, "The Demon Lord is righteous."

Hao Wangu's whole body froze, "What did you say? How do you know..."

"Take the things and follow me." The demon soldier got rid of Hao Wangu's palm and turned away.

Hao Wangu was stunned for a while, and suddenly reacted. He turned around twice in a panic, then lay on the table, pushed away the piles of utensils with both hands, accurately found a tiger skin bag, and quickly swiped something into it. The more the leather bag was loaded, the smaller it became. Finally, it became a small bag the size of a palm. Hao Wangu held it in his hand and chased the demon soldier who had already walked to the door.

"Let me be your follower." Hao Wangu said happily.

"If you want to be my follower, write two letters for me first." The demon soldier said.

...

When the demon generals in the barracks finally discovered that Xinjun was missing, it was two hours later.

Hao Wangu was not the only missing Yishijun.

Hao Changqing was Hao Wangu's younger brother. He lived in another demon soldier base a hundred miles away. After receiving an ordinary bone fragment, he also disappeared, taking away a lot of precious materials.

Qi Dan hated all Yi Shi Jun except himself, insisted that the old Yi Shi Jun was dead, and publicly declared that his greatest wish was to kill the other four Juns one day. It was such a demon who also left after receiving a bone letter, but he finally left a few words and carved them on the wall, "Nothing is important, only the demon species will be passed on forever."

In a wilderness, surrounded by wild wormwood more than one person tall, the sky was blue, there was not even a bird, and the unclean air was so thin that it was almost non-existent. Yin Buchen introduced with a smile, "Hao Wangu, specializes in the art of transforming demons. If successful, the number of demons in the world will increase exponentially, and each one will have a demon pill."

"It has succeeded." Hao Wangu corrected immediately, "It's just not very stable, and it needs to be improved."

"Yes, it's not a small achievement to succeed once in a hundred attempts." Yin Buchen said sarcastically, and then introduced the next one, "Hao Changqing, who is good at building towers, not the kind of towers you have, but towers with demon power."

"I designed the bone towers around Baizhang City, the demon capital." Hao Changqing said calmly, as if it was just a trivial matter. "When you attack the demon capital, you will know how powerful the bone towers are."

"This is Qi Dan." Yin Buchen only said his name and was about to introduce the Taoists. Qi Dan interrupted coldly, "My name is Qi Dan, specializing in the cultivation of demon pills. There are too many methods now. I want to integrate them and form one method. Where is the true method of the Demon Lord? Who has it?"

The four Yishijuns are surprisingly similar. They are all thin and weak, with wet eyes. Even if they just stand there, their bodies seem very stiff, as if they will fall down at any time. Only by looking closely can you find that their appearances are actually quite different.

Xin Youtao stepped forward, "Don't rush to ask for things, answer me a few questions first." Xin Youtao was extremely surprised. He never thought that it would be so easy to kidnap Yi Shijun. The little demon who went to find Hao Wangu was disguised as Ouyang Liao, and the remaining two demons were summoned by Hao Wangu by writing a bone letter. They all relied on the same four words - Demon Lord's Righteous Law.

"Aren't there five Yishijun in total? Where is the other one?"

Yin Buchen regarded himself as the representative of the four monsters, and immediately replied: "He is at the entrance of the monster mountain, a little far from here, and it will take two or three days to get there. He is a liar. His original name was too ordinary, so he renamed himself Long Mo. In fact, he didn't learn anything from Laojun, but he deceived the giant monster king and gave him the best position and the most materials."

"I still don't understand. If you are really that important, why doesn't Qi Wushang keep you in Baizhang City?"

"Because we need to try new magic frequently, how can we do it in Baizhang City?" Yin Buchen thought this question was very strange and didn't need to be explained at all. After thinking for a while, he reacted, "Oh, that's it. The area within a hundred miles of Baizhang City is full of magic mechanisms, which will interfere with the new magic, so we are scattered outside. The unclean air in these five locations varies, and the monster soldiers stationed are also different. The supply of human slaves is sufficient and very useful."

"I have no problem." Xin Youtao retreated to his original place, still feeling that success came too easily "Can Qi Wushang really devote all his efforts to searching for them?"

Hao Wangu's desire for blood has been replaced by another pursuit. He stuck out his tongue and shook it twice, staring at a Taoist priest's face, "Do you have the Demon Lord's True Law? Take it out quickly."

Mu Xingqiu raised his hand and pointed at his head, "Here, there are seven kinds in total."

The four Yishijun showed excitement at the same time. Hao Wangu walked forward and looked at the Taoist priest's head carefully, "Let me take a bite, and I can take out the Demon Lord's True Law."

Hao Changqing There was no brotherly love at all, rushing ahead of his brother, "I'll go first."

Qidan pushed the two brothers away, "Get lost, this is mine, I am the only successor of Laojun."

The three monsters fought together, their thin arms entangled together, the precious monster pills were no different from bricks and stones in their hands, Yin Buchen watched with a smile, "Do you believe me this time? In our eyes, the law of the Demon Lord is more important than the entire monster clan, untie me."

"Yishi Jun taught a group of lunatics, he must be a lunatic himself." Xin Youtao shook his head.

Mu Xingqiu took back the free rope tied to Yin Buchen, and cast a spell at the same time to take away the bags and utensils on the other three monsters. The three monsters fought back with magic in a hurry. After a few lightning flashes, they immediately gave in, and like Yin Buchen, they showed a flattering look.

"What kind of magic is this? A method to break the buds of demon seeds?"

"No, I think it's more like a method to split demon seeds. There are three lightning bolts."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong. Lightning is a common method used by demons. The shape of lightning is like tree roots, so this must be a method for demon seeds to take root."

The Yishijuns started arguing again, and even Yin Buchen joined in, with his hands still behind his back, keeping the tied posture.

Xin Youtao shook his head again and looked at Mu Xingqiu, "I have an ominous sign. We are afraid we have made a mistake."

Mu Xingqiu smiled and suddenly raised his voice and said, "The seven methods of division, bud breaking, rooting, pruning, flower reduction, fruit destruction, and re-destruction have nothing to do with my magic."

When the names of the seven methods came out, the four gentlemen all quieted down and listened attentively, thinking that the Taoist priest would continue to talk. Only Yin Bushen whispered, "I am right, these names are not told to him by me."

"I want you to perform all the magic you have learned, and then I will tell you a little about the content of the Demon Lord's law."

"Not at all, the seven methods are the whole process of the growth of the demon seed, and one link cannot be missing. We want them all, no, I want them all, you just tell me one."

The four demons were about to quarrel again, and Mu Xingqiu shouted and raised his right arm. Lightning came out of his sleeves and rushed straight into the sky. The four Yishijuns were enough in his hands. He was going to send a challenge signal to Qi Wushang.