Chapter 0625 The Fight Has Begun

Jin Cu felt like there was a mountain pressing on her, blocking her sight and hearing. Her chest was sinking a little bit, and she couldn't breathe in fresh air or breathe out dirty air. If she continued like this, she would explode like Bing Kui.

Jin Cu concentrated all his strength to lift the mountain on his body, and every hair on his body was involved. He no longer cared about life or death, he just wanted to take a breath of joy. This ubiquitous feeling of depression really made him endure it for a moment longer.

The mountain finally moved away, and Jin Cuo saw light, snow and faces. He didn't care, his chest heaved and he breathed greedily.

"King Fan is not dead, King Fan is still alive!" an excited voice shouted, and then more equally excited voices came in. There were more and more faces above, covering the light and snow, like there was another building The mountain is about to come down.

Jin Cu reached out to push, and the faces spread out, but it felt wrong. It seemed that these faces were not pushed away by him, because he himself also rose up, slowly rising, and the light in front of him became brighter and brighter. The whole world is gradually becoming distorted...

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Cuo sat up suddenly and let out a roar. He remembered that he was still fighting, and a group of Bing Kui were wielding cold ice swords to attack him. He had to resist, he couldn't just do this. Die.

But there was no Bingkui in front of him, only familiar faces. They were ugly, rough, and scarred, but they were all filled with joy. Jin Cu's body was supported by many hands.

Jin Cu jumped to the ground, pushed away the monsters and looked around. There were corpses everywhere, and there were potholes left after Bing Kui's explosion. Bloodstains stained the ground red, and the snow from the sky was still falling silently. , eager to cover up the traces of death.

However, there are also many demon clans still alive. Some are surrounding Fan Wang, and some are picking up soldiers and armors among the corpses, cutting demon pills, bones and animal horns. This is the habit and tradition of the demon clan after the war, and it is also The source of their large number of artifacts.

"Stop!" Jin Cu said loudly, suddenly stunned. His two arms were stretched out in front, but the right palm was gone. It was bare. A demon youth was about to bandage him.

Jin Cu felt a sharp pain, but he shouted again, "Stop!"

The demon youth was stunned and didn't understand why Fan Wang refused to bandage the wound. Although the blood in the severed hand had been frozen, it was still very dangerous.

Jin Cui pointed at the monsters who were cleaning up the battlefield, "Tell them to stop."

The beast monsters nearby immediately issued orders in various languages. All the surviving monsters, as long as they could still move, gathered over them. Those who were seriously injured also tried their best to turn their heads and look over.

"Stop cutting up the remains. They are your relatives and comrades-in-arms, and they should be respected even after death."

All the monsters were silent, finding it hard to understand King Fan's order. Finally, a beast monster holding a large number of demon pills spoke, "But without these things, we have nothing."

Because the demon clan's body has been infiltrated by demon power for a long time, it is covered with treasures. The living demon's armor, demon weapons, and some daily necessities are all made from the various organs of the dead demon. The remains cannot be cut, which will cause the demon clan to lose Lots of useful material.

Jin Cuo glanced over and found that most of the monsters had confused expressions on their faces. He knew not to act too hastily, so he changed his words: "Collect the remains, hold a ceremony to see the deceased off, and then cut into useful things."

Jin Cuu touched his arms twice with his good left hand and took out the three statues. He found that they were not damaged at all, so he held them up in front of him and said, "The ancient gods have blessed us with defeating powerful enemies. From now on, we can only worship the statues during sacrifices." Only after worshiping the ancient god and getting its permission can you cut the body, even if only one demon survives. Respecting the deceased is to respect the future self.”

The monsters were silent again, and then a beast monster threw away the bone horns in his arms, "I hope I can get such treatment after my death."

The monsters all threw the objects they had obtained on the ground, expressing their willingness to obey King Fan's order.

Jin Cuo's whole body was as weak as a feather. He took a deep breath and then allowed the demon youth to bandage his severed hand. His eyes scanned the battlefield again. There were originally eight or nine thousand demons, but only one survived. Two thousand, this is a painful victory, so painful that it cannot bear the next time.

If Mu Xingqiu had not arrived in time, even such a tragic victory would not have been achieved. Before Jin Cu fell down, he saw Mu Xingqiu jumping up and down on Bingkui, so he asked: "Where is the demon master?"

All the demons looked to the north. The demon youth had quickly bandaged the broken wrist, pointed at Baiyue Mountain and said, "The demon master and Shen Shang went over there to find the leader of Bingkui."

"Just the two of them?" Jin Cu was shocked.

"The demon master didn't let us follow him. He said he would be back soon."

Jin Cuo looked up at the sky full of snowflakes, knowing that the battle was not over yet.

Mu Xingqiu originally wanted to go to see Zhou Qi alone, but Shen Shang insisted on following him, "I'm not of much use, but I can be a witness. I will tell everyone how terrible it is for a Taoist priest to become a demon, and I will also spread the word about the demon master Mu Xing everywhere." Another great thing about Autumn.”

Shen Shang was extremely excited. He danced on the battlefield and even wanted to pull the deceased up to celebrate the victory together. Mu Xingqiu had to take him away.

Soon Mu Xingqiu felt a little regretful. Shen Shang could barely keep up, which had little effect on his speed. However, his excitement never faded. He talked too much. From the two indestructible shorts in Mu Xingqiu's hands, Jian kept talking about how unbearable he was when he drove a herd of deer to the Ice City two days ago.

"Haha, this is different from casting a spell..." Shen Shang swallowed too much wind and snowflakes and couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Mu Xingqiu went northwards. It was still light when he crossed the Baiyue Mountain. It was dusk when he walked out of the range of the Douzhuanxingyi Formation. As night fell, Shen Shang was able to cast spells smoothly.

"Without magic, it's like having no hands and feet. Look, I can fly again. I just crawled over that section of the road." Shen Shang threw away all his magic tools, so he cast a spell and flew in the air, flying up and down, circling Mu Xingqiu, making all kinds of complicated tricks, squandering his limited magic power.

Mu Xingqiu was still running on the ground. He tried to fly, but his meridians and the Crimson Palace had been destroyed. The most basic process of Taoist magic could not be carried out. All magic could only be stored in the mind and could not be cast.

Mind illusion was not affected. Mu Xingqiu could swing a whip with lightning and capture Shen Shang's overly excited emotions.

The operation mode of the magic power of the demon clan must be very similar to that of the monster clan, so the mind illusion, which is recognized to be closely related to the demon clan, was not greatly affected.

Mu Xingqiu slowed down his pace. There was a large forest in front of him. It looked very deserted, but he could already feel the resistance of the spell.

Shen Shang fell from the sky, like a bird that died suddenly, and plunged into the snow, but he was not dead. He stood up and jumped up, wiping the snow off his face. "Ha, I feel it. The Taoist prohibition is really powerful, like a copper wall and iron wall."

"From now on, you have to shut up." Mu Xingqiu said.

Shen Shang is more than a hundred years old, and his appearance is no different from that of an old man, but his temperament is more lively than that of a child, but he knows the priorities and immediately shuts up, making a series of movements with his hands on his lips, indicating that he will never speak again.

Mu Xingqiu shouted towards the forest: "Zhou Qi, I'm here. We still have a fight. Where is Mu Songxuan?"

A cold wind blew, and there was a whistling sound in the forest, and then Zhou Qi's voice rang out, "The water of the sword washing pool, the head actually gave the pool water to you."

Mu Xingqiu glanced at the palm of his hand, where two drops of water-like mucus were shaking gently, "Where is Mu Songxuan?"

Zhou Qi did not show up, and an ice monster walked out of the forest, holding the bald man with his hands clasped in front of his chest without holding a sword.

The bald man was still wrapped in mucus, emitting colorful light, like a weird lantern.

"Wow, the things in the bald man's head are really messy, but they look good. You said that all the monkeys on the ground are dead? What a pity, I would rather let them suck my inner elixir away, so I don't have to find Yang Qingyin to accept the method of re-destruction. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of her..." Shen Shang still spoke.

If a Taoist priest spits out his elixir, his life will be in danger. Accepting the method of re-destruction can keep his life for more than a hundred years. If all the magic power of his elixir is sucked away by the mucus of the ground monkey, he will become weaker than an ordinary mortal, like the little demon Feifei, who will not live long. Shen Shang's words are just a joke.

The bald man is in an even more dangerous situation. He can survive only because of the little demon seed in his soul. If it is sucked out, he will die immediately.

Bing Kui stopped and was only a hundred steps away from Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu did not move. There was a powerful spell restriction in front of him, which made these hundred steps an insurmountable gap. In any case, seeing the bald man made him feel much more at ease.

"Zhou Qi, remember me? I'm Shen Shang from Pangshan. We met each other several decades ago." Shen Shang is a disciple of the Taoist sect, and he always has the opportunity to meet high-level Taoist priests from various sects. "I can't believe that even you can be possessed by a demon. I remember that you have been studying the art of soul-binding and soul-researching. How is it going?"

The Taoist priests of the Forbidden Secret Department all have their own research directions. Zuo Liuying focuses on demon species, while Zhou Qi is more interested in souls, but he only cares about one thing at the moment, "Don't think that you and your head have deceived me. This is all a trick of Yi Shijun. He told the head to give you the water of the sword-washing pool. He sacrificed a soul and gave you this little thing."

"A little? No one dares to say that the water of the sword-washing pool is a little, right? You must know that the sword-washing pool is different from other Taoist treasures. A drop of water can also have the power of the entire sword-washing pool." Shen Shang rushed to respond, looking around, looking for Zhou Qi's figure.

"Powerful magic weapons require powerful strength to be used. Mu Xingqiu, I saw your two swords. What else can you do? Let me see."

"You will see. Can we start fighting?" Mu Xingqiu was also looking for Zhou Qi, but he couldn't find him.

"Start? The fight started the moment you left the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi formation. Mu Xingqiu, if you want to fight with the Zhu Shen Taoist priest, you have to open your eyes wider."