Chapter 0689 The King of Self-Sacrifice

The number of demons in Sheshen Kingdom is only one-fifth of the population of Shengfu Dynasty, but the territory is larger. It is not easy to rule such a vast country with a sparse population. The first thing to solve is the distance problem.

There are a large number of talisman masters in Shengfu Dynasty and the Twelve Princes. In addition to cooperating with the army in combat, one of their most important responsibilities is to keep the post stations open so that letters and officials and nobles can travel quickly to various places, and the emperor's will can be communicated in all directions.

Sheshen Kingdom also has a system similar to the post station, called "Wangmai". There is a snake-shaped statue in the military camp of almost all towns. They are the nodes of Wangmai, which are maintained by the magician. Wangmai statue is a bit like the Taotong instant platform, but the power is much smaller. It can only be transmitted less than 300 miles at most, and it cannot cross. It must move forward gradually along the nodes, and wait for a while at each place before continuing to use the statue.

Even so, the royal vein is an extremely fast and rare means of transportation. It is usually only used to deliver letters and official documents, and only in very rare cases can it be used to transport demons - each time it costs blood, and a magician must be sacrificed at each node.

Therefore, only the self-sacrificing king can use the royal vein, and can only bring ten followers with him at most.

In the past thousand years, the self-sacrificing kings of all generations have never been so urgent to do so until today.

The emperor's grandson Fu Ci and others came to a nearby small town with the self-sacrificing king through the royal vein in the capital, temporarily requisitioned dozens of magicians and demon soldiers, and rushed here non-stop. If Mu Xingqiu continued to move forward, they could only go to the next stop and wait.

Fu Ci, Hong Futian and others did not flee the self-sacrificing country immediately. After parting with Mu Xingqiu in Tuoshan and Chaodong Town, they returned to the capital to meet the envoy, one step later than Mu Xingqiu, so they happened to catch up with the attack on the palace and the whole city in chaos. The Holy Fu Dynasty delegation was surrounded and could not escape at all.

The independent cultivators and talisman masters in the delegation were ready to fight to the death. A few days later, the situation took an unexpected turn. King Sheshen actually summoned the chief and deputy envoys of the Holy Talisman Dynasty, and the deputy envoy was Fu Ci.

King Sheshen revealed the truth to his guests. He had no choice but to take refuge in Wangshan and consume demon seeds. He was waiting for an opportunity, and now the opportunity is right in front of him.

"King Sheshen came from afar just to see the three of you, Taoist Mu, Taoist Yang, and Yi Shijun. Fu Ci and others came to the camp to introduce the situation, and King Sheshen was waiting ten miles away.

"Me?" Yang Qingyin didn't expect that she was also one of the people King Sheshen wanted to see.

"Yes." Fu Ci nodded solemnly.

Yi Shijun came forward, "Do you know who I am?"

"You must be Yi Shijun."

"I want to ask you a question, please answer honestly."

"Excuse me, I will tell you everything I know. "

"Putting my name at the end, was it King Sheshen's intention, or did you tamper with it privately?"

Fu Ci was stunned, "Uh... this... name... I don't remember..."

Hong Futian stepped forward to rescue, "Yi Shijun is the supreme demon clan and the leader of the Ancient God Cult. King Sheshen has long regarded you as the patron saint of the Half-Demon Kingdom. Putting your name at the end is to show respect to the guest."

Yi Shijun curled his lips, "I don't believe it, but since you are so good at talking, I will accept it reluctantly."

Fu Ci learned from Yi Shijun's weirdness, and tried to avoid his eyes as much as possible after that, and said to Mu Xingqiu: "Please ask Taoist Mu to move to meet King Sheshen. Several of us are willing to guarantee King Sheshen's sincerity."

"Since King Sheshen has taken the demon seed, will he betray Wangshan? "Mu Xingqiu had learned about the Sheshen King from the Dragon Demon, so he never thought of trying to win him over.

"The Sheshen King family has its own way to suppress the demons. The Sheshen King will explain the details to Taoist Mu in person."

Mu Xingqiu glanced at Yang Qingyin and Yi Shijun, and after getting their tacit consent, he said, "I will go to see the Sheshen King alone, and the others don't need to."

Yi Shijun yawned, "That's right, the 'God' and the King are in charge of their own side, so it's better for us not to meet."

Yang Qingyin also said, "I'm still the Spirit King, and I'm not interested in seeing the Sheshen King. I'd better stay and protect the golem."

Fu Ci seemed a little embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, then please ask Taoist Mu to go with me to see the Sheshen King, and the others will stay.

As soon as the two walked away, the casual cultivator Ouyang Liao and the talisman master Liu Ding bowed to Yang Qingyin. They used to be very familiar with each other and were considered friends. They were very happy to meet again. The bald man did not leave with Mu Xingqiu, but flew around to chat with the two of them. Yang Qingyin could not get a word in.

The Black Phoenix watched from a distance, really afraid that he would not be able to help showing jealousy, so he simply stood behind the golem, out of sight and out of mind.

There were only two people in the entire camp, and they had been looking at each other for a long time but had not spoken.

Taoist Yang Chuang walked in front of the Black Phoenix clone, which was easy to recognize. The real Black Phoenix would never have such a clear face but stretched his face so long, as if he came to collect a debt but was not taken seriously by the owner.

"You really are..."

"It's just a shell. A true Taoist priest wouldn't care about such things."

Yang Chuang nodded in agreement, "Do you still have your inner elixir? Do you still need to hand it over to the Taoist sect?"

"It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one. I have given up my inner elixir and plan to practice again."

Yang Chuang was surprised and admired, "Master An is really determined. I can't do this no matter what. Does this demon body have Taoist roots? Do you feel strange at ordinary times? Did Zuo Liuying teach you the method of re-cultivation?"

An Xiangxing's face grew longer and longer, "Since you don't plan to spit out pills and start cultivating again, we will no longer be on the same page from now on. Why do you want to hang out with these casual cultivators and talisman masters? I advise you to go back to Xingshan, at least you can Keep the inner elixir."

Yang Chuang shook his head repeatedly, "It won't take more than a year for me to become possessed after returning to Xingshan. I still...I followed them to find you, just hoping that you can give me some advice."

An Xiangxing used to be very willing to make ideas and decisions for other people, but now he is extremely bored, and his voice can't help but become stern, "Then be like me!"

Yang Chuang was stunned, "Like you... does Black Phoenix have a clone? I'm afraid I can't adapt. I still have a bunch of descendants, and they all offer my portrait."

An Xiangxing couldn't wait to change the subject, "Why does King Saishen come to Mu Xingqiu? I don't really believe that the demon clan has a way to suppress the demon species."

"But this is a fact. King Saishen seems to have no problem at all." Yang Chuang said.

The King of Sacrifice was very old, at least 200 years old. He looked like he was aging from head to toe, but he seemed to be fine and seemed to be able to live another hundred years.

The magicians set up an open-air reception room as quickly as possible. The ground was covered with a thick felt carpet, and a circle of soft chairs was placed in the middle. The four corners were held down with flags, and a large number of magic weapons were hung on the flagpoles. The restraint function of Taoism is similar, it can prevent the leakage of sounds and sights, and it can also provide lighting.

The magician and the demon soldiers stood dozens of steps away, all facing away from the King of Sacrifice, forming a circle.

The King of Sacrifice waited for the guests to arrive alone, sitting on a chair. He was thin and thin, with sparse hair that could not even be concealed by his golden crown.

The crown is decorated with a circle of snakes extending upward, as many as thirty.

His eyes are very bright, and they are the only organ in his body that shows strong vitality. It is these eyes that make Fu Ci, Hong Futian and others believe that he is not controlled by the demon species.

After Mu Xingqiu looked at King Saishen for a moment, he also believed that there was too much wisdom and agility in these eyes, and they could never be controlled by anything.

Fu Ci is the grandson of the Shengfu Dynasty, but he has been impressed by the old king of the half-demon country. He greeted him respectfully and then withdrew.

The King of Sacrifice made a gesture of wanting to get up, but in the end he did not move. "After nearly seven thousand miles, my bones are falling apart. My children and grandchildren all think that my life is not long. It seems reasonable."

King Sacrifice's face is covered with wrinkles. When he smiles, these wrinkles appear elegant and powerful, like a team of experienced palace attendants who always know where they should stand and what expression they should make.

"Are you Mu Xingqiu? Humans call you General Mu, Taoists call you Dharma General, and among the demon clan, you are Taoist Master and Demon Master." King Sheshen's eyes showed the curiosity that only a young man can have.

"It's me, I'm the only one here to see you."

"It doesn't matter. What I want to see most is you. Sit down."

Mu Xingqiu walked behind a chair and put his hands on the back of the chair, but did not sit down. "I am more used to standing."

"Well, standing and talking is already a luxury for me, so just let me sit. I came all the way to see you. I have many important things to talk about, but I think I should explain the demon species first. ”

"I am indeed curious."

"You're welcome, you can use any spell on me."

The King of Sacrifice leaned back casually on his chair with piercing eyes, which made his invitation seem very sincere.

Mu Xingqiu did not refuse and released an illusion spell into the body of the King of Sacrifice. He now knows more mind-reading spells, both offensive and defensive. Even if the King of Sacrifice sets a trap, he can escape unscathed.

The King of Sacrifice spoke while being examined, "I have two useless sons who died in the land of demons. The cause of death of one of them is said to be related to you, but please don't worry, I have many children and grandchildren, and those two will never be among my most important children." Like the ranks.”

Mu Xingqiu quickly found the demon species, which was trapped in Niwan Palace. But what surprised Mu Xingqiu the most was not this, but the Niwan Palace of King Shishen. It was exactly the same as the Taoist priest's: pure white and flawless, with a human figure sitting in the middle.

Mu Xingqiu had seen many Niwan Palaces of demon clans, but none of them were similar to Taoist priests, not even close.

"This is..." Mu Xingqiu retracted the illusion, confused.

"First, I am not a Taoist priest, and I have no inner elixir. Second, I let you check my Niwan Palace to show your sincerity. Others, even Taoist priests, cannot enter my mind at will."

There was no smile on King Sheshen's face, but the smooth wrinkles made him look more majestic, "As soon as I heard that you were going to Zhibu State, I hurried here to remind you not to do stupid things. The people on the island The fire must never be extinguished."

Mu Xingqiu was stunned. He had never thought about putting out the fire.