Chapter 0512 Starlight Wings

"Lan Binghu!" Feiba, who fell into the hands of the Taoist priest, shouted loudly.

The lights in the palace, which were not very bright to begin with, suddenly dimmed a little, almost blending into the night outside. The colorful curtains on the wall looked like giant guards standing in a circle.

Mu Xingqiu still wanted to find out the details of the demon transformation technique from Feiba, so of course he would not kill him immediately. He raised his head to check the situation around him. The flea ran around Mu Xingqiu in a circle, making crisp hoof sounds.

After the flea stopped, the palace was quiet for a while. The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons looked up at the towering ceiling of the palace, "There are so many stars. This trick is getting more and more beautiful."

A sea of ​​stars was twinkling above his head, denser and more dazzling than the real night sky outside. A moment later, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, the stars turned into wings, and Lan Binghu fell from the sky. Her bloody face seemed to be laughing, because there was indeed a laugh in her throat.

Mu Xingqiu punched Fei Ba on the back of his head. Although the half-demon had mastered the true method of the Demon Lord and was a powerful sorcerer, his physique did not become stronger. He was knocked unconscious by the punch and fell to the ground with a plop.

Mu Xingqiu waved the Frost Soul Sword in his right hand and shot out a beam of white light.

Lan Binghu rolled up a wing and blocked it in front of her. This was her demon pill and the most powerful defense.

Bang! Dozens of stars scattered, and a round hole was hit in the wing, but the beam was also blocked back. The surrounding stars quickly came to replenish it, and the hole in the wing disappeared.

Although the palace was high, it was still small for Lan Binghu, whose wings were more than four feet wide when they were spread out. She was hit and also landed on top of Mu Xingqiu's head, sweeping across with her other wing.

After turning into a demon, Lan Binghu was more difficult to deal with than before. Compared with ordinary Taoist priests and ordinary sorcerers, her resistance to spells was strengthened hundreds of times, and she could fight in close combat like a beast demon.

Therefore, Mu Xingqiu did not use the suction of the Frost Soul Sword. He jumped to the side, held the sword with both hands, and slashed at the wings that swept over fiercely. When he got closer, he could see more clearly that Lan Binghu's wings were only skeletons, without flesh, and the surface was covered with a thick layer of light red light spots. From a distance, they looked like stars, and from a close look, they looked like fireflies gathered together.

The Frost Soul Sword chopped the wings, and the light spots flew away, but the skeleton was a hundred times harder than steel, and it easily bounced the sword away, and the strong wind brought by it almost blew Mu Xingqiu down.

Mu Xingqiu did not dare to use too much force. The Frost Soul Sword meant too much to him, and he could not bear even a little damage. He immediately jumped back a dozen steps to avoid the attack of the wings.

Lan Binghu opened his wings slightly, revealing a ferocious face, and stretched out an arm, "The demons can also cast Taoist spells!"

A colorful spell rushed towards Mu Xingqiu. This was indeed the five-element spell of the Taoist tradition, and it was a mixed spell that could only be cast by high-level Taoists. Although it had not yet condensed into a crystal or a beam of light, its power far exceeded that of Lan Binghu before it turned into a demon.

This spell should have been in the shape of a dragon, but it was too close, and Mu Xingqiu saw the form of five spells blended together.

For the battle between Taoists, the palace of Bingcheng was too small, and Mu Xingqiu had no way to avoid it. He could only use the Frost Soul Sword to send out a beam of light to fight against Lan Binghu's colorful spell.

The inner elixir in Mu Xingqiu's Niwan Palace was the fifth level of Xingluo, and with the help of Fangfang's soul, the beam of light emitted was the strength of the seventh level of Xingluo, which should have been stronger than Lan Binghu, but this was Bingcheng, and it followed another set of rules. The Frost Soul Sword could only exert 60% to 70% of its power, but Lan Binghu was not affected at all.

The five-color spell has a larger area, but it quickly narrows after contacting the beam. It concentrates its strength to continue attacking and slowly advances towards Mu Xingqiu.

"You can still cast spells, which is amazing." Lan Binghu spoke, hanging in the air, her feet more than ten feet off the ground, her wide wings slightly flapping, she can fly without wings, they are completely her protection and another means of attack.

"Ice City's magic is even more amazing." Mu Xingqiu wanted to figure out what exactly was inhibiting his spellcasting and who was in control of it. As long as this obstacle was solved, not only could he recover his strength to defeat Lan Binghu, but the light ball in the flea horn could also jump out.

Lan Binghu snorted, and before he spoke, a voice came from the side, "Did you see it? Ice City is indeed amazing." The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons sat up and watched with relish. Among these almost identical faces, only her face had some emotional changes, and the other demon servants all had stern faces. Even if the palace collapsed, they didn't seem to care.

"It is said that this place was once cursed by the demons." The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children looked around and lowered her voice slightly, "So we can't leave the Ice City, we can't marry with outsiders, and the sacrifices we give birth to all look exactly the same. I can't even recognize who is who."

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children was talking to herself, but Lan Binghu didn't care about these things. She slowly took a step in the air, flapping her wings more and more. She wanted to get close to Mu Xingqiu and attack him directly with her wings, making him unable to resist.

The flea was already eager to try, and jumped towards Lan Binghu.

"Get out of the way!" Lan Binghu flapped his wings towards the Qilin.

The flea was also restricted by the Ice City and couldn't fly, but his movements were still flexible. He was a little afraid of the starry wings, jumping around to avoid them, and always stayed three feet away from Lan Binghu.

While Lan Binghu cast a spell with his hands, he danced his wings, bringing up gusts of wind, and the light spots on his wings dragged out a dazzling trajectory, as if thousands of fireflies were chasing and playing.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children cheered, "Tonight's trick is definitely the best. Who can wake up Yi Shijun? Let's see if he has any other skills."

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children didn't care much, "I hope to go outside one day, but the curse of the demon clan is not easy to break. It helped us block the attack of the Taoist priests and imprisoned us here. It is said that the curse will only end after the entire Ice City and my entire family are destroyed. Faceless Taoist, do you think Mu Xingqiu has this ability?"

Lan Binghu was still slightly superior to two people. Hearing the question of the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children, he sneered, "He is an abandoned disciple despised by the Taoist sect. How could he have the ability to break the Ice City? He was once a demon. The invasion of the species resulted in the birth of the Taoist root. Pang Shan was very interested in him for a while, but kicked him out after using him. Now he might be thinking about how to kill him. The demon species likes his body very much, and Yi Shijun also wants to turn him into a demon. I want to see what is so special about him. "

"I want to see it too. Anyway, this is the first Taoist priest I have seen. You have already turned into a demon when you came, so it doesn't count. It doesn't look special, but the sword in your hand is a bit interesting. Bring it over so that I can take a good look at it later..."

"Here it comes!" Mu Xing shouted. If the stalemate continues, he will definitely lose. The light ball in the flea horn is reluctant to show its strength, so he must find another way.

As soon as the words came out, Mu Xingqiu retracted the beam, jumped up, avoided Lan Binghu's five-colored magic in an instant, and then used the suction of the Frost Soul Sword.

The fleas cooperated very well. At the same moment, they slipped under the wings of Starlight and used their horns to push Lan Binghu. Without waiting for her to cast a spell to counterattack, they immediately changed direction and jumped over the other wing to attract her attention and buy some time for Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu's target was not Lan Binghu, but the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children who was sitting on the bed farther away.

The whole bed flew away from its original position along with the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children, and hundreds of demon servants followed in panic. Mu Xingqiu could not cast a spell to fly, but the bone-forging fist he had practiced for many years came into play at this time. He used the three methods of Crane Soaring, Dragon Leaping, and Leopard Throwing at the same time, and jumped forward a long distance in the air, jumped over Lan Binghu's head, and went straight to the bed.

If he still had some doubts when they first met, after seeing the submissive attitude of Fei Ba and Lan Binghu, Mu Xingqiu believed that the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children was not simple.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children was tall. She sat on the bed like a normal demon standing there. She was not afraid at all, and even had a smile on her face. She reached into the quilt with both hands and fumbled a few times, took out a fan, threw it away, and took out a dry skeleton hand, finally satisfied.

Mu Xingqiu had already jumped onto the bed. The mattress was too soft, and his legs sank a lot, which delayed a little time. It was difficult to capture the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children alive, so he held the sword across his chest, and a beam of light shot out of the sword.

The five fingers of the skeleton hand moved at the same time, as if waving, or as if holding something.

"Be careful." The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children said.

Without any magic spells being cast, Mu Xingqiu suddenly lost control of the Frost Soul Sword. He still held it tightly in his hand, but the connection with Fangfang's soul was interrupted and disappeared. It became an ordinary magic sword. Within the scope of Ice City, Mu Xingqiu had no way to cast spells with it.

The whole bed fell to the ground, and dozens of demon servants rushed over and raised their hands to hold up the bed. After all, they were demons, and their thin bodies had strength far beyond that of humans. The bed fell several feet in their hands and finally stopped.

"You have been to my bed." The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons said with a smile, waving her skeleton palm, "It's a pity that you are not my type."

"Thank you, I feel relieved with your words."

The thick and soft mattress bounced up suddenly, and Mu Xingqiu jumped up involuntarily, and the Frost Soul Sword flew out of his hand. When he descended, the bed had been lifted away, and a square hole cracked on the floor. Mu Xingqiu fell straight into it, and his whole body seemed to be tied up by an invisible rope.

The only action he made was to swing out the long whip, entangle one of Pei Zihan's legs not far away, and drag him into the hole.

"Let me kill him." This was Lan Binghu's voice.

"No, wait for Yishi Jun..." The hole above his head closed, and Mu Xingqiu dragged Pei Zihan down in the darkness.

At the last moment when the light above his head disappeared, Mu Xingqiu raised his head and saw the flea through Pei Zihan's stiff body. One of the horns on its head was glowing.