Chapter 0538 Woodcarving

Bang bang bang...

It was as if someone was beating the demon armor with a small hammer. The frequency gradually increased, and the demons' hearts beat more and more violently, almost to the point of jumping out of their chests.

The beating sound suddenly stopped, and a mute sound came from the demon armor, like various parts of the armor hitting each other, or some kind of language.

Most of the ordinary demons knelt down, but the spirit demons and a small number of demons were inexplicable. They were demons, but they couldn't understand the demon language.

Soon, human language came out of the armor. It was still a sound like metal collision, and all the demon clan and Yang Qingyin could understand it.

"Your master has woken up. Slaves, come and pay your respects."

Obviously, what Jiayi said in different languages ​​​​is not exactly the same. The demon language is longer, and the human language is the shortest.

There were also a few ordinary monsters whose legs were trembling, and they immediately knelt down after hearing this order. The spirit demons did not like human forms, so they all maintained their original animal forms. Some struggled to kneel down on their front legs, while others were hesitant, especially the more than thirty winged flying tribes. They could not kneel down. The posture is, at best, lying on the ground like sleeping or hatching eggs.

"Slaves, come and pay homage." Jiayi repeated in human language.

So most of the spirit monsters knelt down, Liucai Kingque lay on the ground and put away its gorgeous tail screen to show humility.

There were still more than a dozen spirit demons who did not kneel down, all of them were Jintail Horses and Tanyangs. They all looked at King Jin.

King Jin did not move, and his four slender and elegant legs were still straight. Although he was suffering from the ice and snow, his maroon hair was still as smooth as forged iron, and his Jin tail, which was almost touching the floor, was not even at all faded.

Yang Qingyin put her right hand on her forehead. She thought of many things, but these memories were like foreign objects in her mind. She could see them clearly, but she did not feel that they belonged to her, and she did not have any corresponding emotions. This made her headache worse. severe.

She had to do something to relieve the pain, "King Jin, is this your purpose of going deep into the land of demons? Leave Qi Wushang and find a new master for the spirit demons?"

King Jin didn't say anything. Old Tan Yang, who was standing beside him, said: "What kind of thing is Qi Wushang? It's hard to protect yourself, but in the end you won't be wiped out by the Taoist priests? The demons are different, they have power that is not weaker than the Taoist priests.

"In this case, it's better to go and join the Taoist tradition." Yang Qingyin's anger rose. She was not good at persuasion, so she flew into the air again, "You are spirit monsters transformed from spirit beasts. Could it be that you have been raised as pigs? You can't live without finding a master. Go down?"

This sentence offended all the spirit demons. The group of demons reprimanded each other, and some of the spirit demons who had knelt down stood up again.

King Jin raised his front body high and landed heavily, his hooves hitting the ground with a muffled sound, stopping the spirit demon's noise, and then looked up at Yang Qingyin, "Humans, don't treat us as ignorant beasts, we have our own choices. "

Yang Qingyin snorted and flew outside the demon group. She would never kneel down to a demon armor, and her headache was so severe that she didn't want to show it in public.

King Jin looked at the spirit demon clan and said, "Don't kneel down in a hurry. We still don't know whether this demon clan is alive or dead and who is speaking."

Upon being reminded by King Jin, the demons reacted. The demon armor only moved slightly, and then remained frozen there, without making any move in the face of Yang Qingyin's disrespect.

Not only the spirit demons, but also ordinary demons stood up one after another. The beast demon scratched his head, "Yeah, who are we kneeling to?"

The last ten or so monsters were kneeling on the snow and refused to get up. They said to the other monsters in panic: "Are you crazy? Dare you be disrespectful to the demons? Even if he is dead, he can still..."

There was another banging sound in the breastplate, and it continued slowly after that. The demons held their breath until they could no longer hold it in, and then they continued to argue whether this demon should live or die. Bow down to him and whether he should be revived.

Not only the spirit demons were talking about it, but ordinary demon clans were also involved. Although they were captives, they marched, dug, and lived with the spirit demons. They had long regarded themselves as part of it. Only when the spirit demons wanted to seize the demon pill Only then will you feel wary.

"Tear down the armor and see what's going on with the demon inside. If he's not dead, we'll make him the boss and the demon king. If he's dead, let's see what the hell is talking about." Chuang was the boldest and loudest, but he only gave suggestions and did not dare to walk over.

"It's better to bury him first. I feel... it's not very practical." More demon clans were afraid and would rather nothing had happened.

The birth time of the spirit demon was too short, only a few years, and they had very little contact with ordinary demons, so they did not have much respect for the demons. They just felt that this was an opportunity to get rid of the pain of transforming into demons and save their lives, so they The decision-making power was completely left to King Jin.

Lao Tanyang walked up to King Jin and said, "King Jin, you decide. The two hundred spirit demons who respect you as their king are putting their lives and future in your hands."

The young King Jin was better at charging into battle, rather than making choices at critical moments. He once again raised his front hooves and stepped hard on the snow. The noise of the demon tribe stopped, but the banging in the armor was still unhurried. The ground rang, like a sign of contempt for King Jin.

The pure black armor refused to speak, only a thumping sound came from the breastplate.

King Jin did not lift the visor of his helmet, but lowered his height and slowly approached the breastplate. The demons looked at him intently, like a group of teenagers watching their boldest companions to poke a hornet's nest. Many demons were already ready to escape. Or the preparation to kneel down and beg for mercy.

The demons have been defeated for more than 100,000 years, but their influence on ordinary demons has never disappeared. Fear and hope are intertwined. The demons can no longer tell the difference between the two and can only wait quietly.

King Jin leaned his ear against his breastplate. He looked like a majestic red horse with a brocade tail. He was taller than ordinary horses and the most majestic among his kind. However, compared with the demons who were more than three feet tall, he was no different from a domestic dog.

The banging sound did not change. King Jin could not hear more information. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud bang.

This loud bang came too suddenly and too timely.

More than 400 demons, from King Jin in the air to the demons on the ground, from the confused spirit demons to the anxious ordinary demons, all waited for something to happen. When something really happened, instinct dominated everything and reason was thrown out of the window. The reactions of many demons were different from what they had thought in advance.

King Jin flew up more than ten feet, two balls of fire spewed out of his nostrils, but he didn't hit anything. Then he flew more than a hundred steps before turning around.

He was the bravest, but the monsters on the ground were miserable. The monsters who were ready to kneel turned around and ran, and the monsters who were ready to escape fell limply on the snow. The monsters in human form ran to the nearby snow house on all fours like cats and dogs, or dug holes on the spot and tried to drill in. The spirit monsters who kept their animal forms stood up like humans, some fell on their backs, and some flapped their wings desperately, but their feet couldn't leave the ground half an inch.

It was at this time that the beast monster Lao Zhuang realized for the first time that he was not as brave as he imagined, because he sat down on the ground, pressing down a half-monster, and couldn't stand up at all.

All the monsters were screaming and crying, and some monsters even stuck their heads into the snow, and their bodies left outside were shaking.

The spirit monsters were not so awed by the demons, but under the influence of the ordinary monsters, they also lost their sense of propriety. The old ram sat on the ground, bleating a series of times, and even forgot the human language completely.

It was not until a burst of inappropriate laughter sounded, and it lasted for a long time, that the monsters slowly returned to normal. Even those monsters who secretly vowed never to raise their heads broke free from the snow, wiped the snow off their faces, and looked at the top of the demon armor with other monsters.

The female Taoist priest stood on it and laughed loudly, holding the magic sword in her right hand and the shield-sized mask in her left hand - the face of the demon was exposed.

It was a huge face very similar to that of a human, with facial features like a knife and an axe, slender eyes, a straight nose, and lips closed into a line, revealing the full majesty of a king, but the face was too pale, probably because it was frozen under the ice and snow for too long.

Everyone didn't react for a moment, just staring blankly at the Taoist priest and the demon.

Yang Qingyin stopped laughing, "You cowards, I just fired a ball of fire, and you scared me like this."

It turned out that the bang was not from the demon armor, but the sound of the fireball hitting the mask. The demons were all staring at King Jin on the chest armor. The fireball came so fast that no one noticed it.

"It's you!" King Jin, who was a hundred steps away, was extremely angry, not because Yang Qingyin took the initiative, but because he had accidentally revealed his timidity just now.

"It's me!" Yang Qingyin raised her head and said.

The demons were stunned again. They had been with Yang Qingyin for quite a while, and they had always thought that she was a taciturn human woman who was determined to become a demon. Suddenly, seeing her so arrogantly calling her "I am the old lady", they felt that she had changed too much.

"You, you are possessed by a demon?" Old Tanyang finally stood up from the snow and could speak human language again. He was as angry as King Jin, and he had heard about the Taoist priest being possessed by a demon.

Yang Qingyin's headache was gone, all her memories came back to her mind, and the hole in her heart was filled.

Mu Xingqiu.

She remembered the name and his appearance, but her heart was as calm as water, without any ripples. She thought she would never be tied down by any man, never.

"If you want to kneel down so much, kneel down to me, there is no need to bow down to a piece of wood."

Yang Qingyin waved the magic sword, and in the eyes and exclamations of the monsters, she chopped at the face of the demon.

Puff, the sword tip hit the forehead, the monsters had experience in killing, and heard it clearly, this was definitely not the sound of weapons colliding with bones.

"Is this carved out of wood?" King Jin temporarily forgot his anger, flew closer to take a closer look, and the lifelike face was indeed made of wood.

"Where are the real demons?" asked Lao Tanyang.

"Why did the demons carve the appearance of humans?" asked Lao Zhuang.

"Take it apart and you'll know." Yang Qingyin didn't care about that. She took back her magic sword and circled around the armor from top to bottom, casting spells or pulling it apart, removing each part of the armor one by one and throwing it on the ground.

Many monsters thought it was inappropriate, but no one dared to stop them. Their awe of the demons was slowly shifting to the female Taoist priest.

Yang Qingyin had already removed the shoulder armor, arm armor and hand armor. She was about to pull off the entire chest armor to see what was banging inside. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong and rose to a high altitude to look around with her eyes.

"Ha, we have guests, and quite a few."

At least five groups of monster soldiers were approaching the spirit monster camp.