Chapter 0813 The Devil’s Choice Is the Tao’s Choice

"What kind of spell is this?"

"You should ask what state this is, a living person? A dead person? Half-alive and half-dead? The soul is separated from the body? Where is his original body?"

"It doesn't matter where the body is. If the soul is killed, the original body will naturally decay.

"He can hold on for so long after being hit by the formless magic sound. He is quite capable. Such a special body and soul are rare. Do you want to take him back to Wangshan?"

"That's not our responsibility. Kill him and take back the demon seed."

The five half-demons, young and old, all human men, said something one after another, looked at each other, and walked towards the light blue smoke ball.

The flea raised its front hoof and fell heavily. Five cracks carried swords and shadows to attack five targets respectively. The black robe on the half-demon instantly turned into a chain mail that blocked the attack from under his feet. Sparks flew and their pace slowed down.

"What a fierce beast."

"Be careful, this is the unicorn that cast the Taiyin Fire in Yashan. "

The flea was once Yang Qingyin's beast training target. The spiritual connection between the two was not stable, so Yang Qingyin finally changed to the black phoenix. Without the guidance of the beast trainer, the spirit beast could not cast any complex spells. The five elements of gold under the flea's feet and the white light between the two horns on its head were all ancestral instincts. They were stimulated by it and were completely different from the worldly spells.

The deck was not very long. The five half-demons were only about thirty steps away from the Qilin. They used their magic armor to resist the swords under their feet, and at the same time stretched out their arms to the Qilin. Kirin casts a spell.

There are bursts of sound, and black gas as thick as a thumb shoots out from the half-demon's hand, like a string of linked arrows. The two sides are so close that at least fifty black arrows have already reached Kirin just after the sound.

The flea's two front hooves keep stepping lightly, continuing to attack the enemy with the five elements of gold, while shaking its head, forming a white ball of light between its horns, and continuously shooting out small beads to hit the scattered black arrows.

The light blue Mu Xingqiu stopped behind the big ball of light, protected by it. .

The formless magic sound was attached with a little magic seed. After hitting the target three fields, it should have returned to the caster's hands immediately. However, Mu Xingqiu's three fields were not destroyed, and the cultivation pills inside were entangled with the magic seeds. This was neither Mu Xingqiu's wish nor the half-demon's plan.

But it happened just like that. The five half-demons wanted to take back their own magic seeds, but Mu Xingqiu had to completely destroy the magic seeds in the three fields, otherwise, his cultivation pills would be destroyed.

Mu Xingqiu could not help at all, and all his energy was used to activate the three cultivation pills.

The flea's two front hooves stepped faster and faster, cracks appeared on the deck one after another, and the small light beads on the top of the head splashed everywhere like raindrops, only bypassing Mu Xingqiu behind.

The five half-demons approached step by step, but the speed was slowing down. The distance between the two sides was too close, and the spells were almost cast in front of them. If they were careless, they would be hit, but the half-demons still had the upper hand. They moved forward cautiously, fearing that they would accidentally hurt the magic seeds.

"Set up the formation. "A half-demon ordered that the distance was close enough, there was no need to wait any longer.

The number of black arrows increased dramatically, but they did not shoot at the target. Instead, they stopped in the air and connected together, becoming more and more dense, and finally formed a large black ball, wrapping the Qilin and the light blue smoke ball inside.

The black ball slowly shrank, and the small light beads shot by the Qilin could penetrate a few holes at first, but soon, there were only bangs.

Facing the black ball, the flea felt pressure, but Mu Xingqiu felt pulling force. The demons in the three fields were assisted and were frantically trying to rush out. If they succeeded, the result would be Mita and the cultivation pill were destroyed at the same time.

The battle was going on fiercely, and the broken deck made a creaking sound. There was no news from Yin Buchen who went to get reinforcements. There was only one frightened spectator in the whole battle.

Tuo Yong was too weak. The five half-demons just glanced at him at the beginning and never paid attention to him again.

The half-demons had already won the victory, and Tuo Yong felt more and more lost. He should have become a half-demon and stood firmly on the side of the winner from then on.

He wanted to know if he still had a chance, "My name is Tuo Yong, the demon clan left me a noble soul..."

"Noble soul?" The five half-demons had already stood firm and could laugh at the half-demons, "Did a voice say these words to you?"

"Yes, right after my body died, that voice..." Tuo Yong got a response, and he was very happy and ignored the ridicule.

"That voice is your own, and the words you said are naturally what you like to hear. The 'noble soul' does not exist at all. At the beginning, I thought I was the descendant of the first emperor of mankind. "

A half-demon in his sixties turned his head and looked at Tuo Yong coldly, "Don't let your imagination run wild. We are the chosen ones of the demons, but it has nothing to do with the body or the soul. The chosen ones of the demons are the chosen ones of the Tao. We all have Tao roots."

Tuo Yong was shocked and blurted out, "I don't have Tao roots!"

"You have Tao roots, but you haven't become a Taoist priest. After the age of fourteen or fifteen, the Tao roots shrink, and even Taoist priests can't see them. Only the demons can revive the Tao roots and make you a half-demon." The old half-demon glanced at his four companions, "Such a simple thing, many half-demons don't know it themselves, they are used to daydreaming."

The other four half-demons just laughed and didn't comment on this statement.

Tuo Yong was stunned for a while, "How could the Taoism miss these demons and humans with Tao roots. "

"The Taoist tradition does not accept half-demon or beast-monster disciples. Taoism is very rare among you. It is normal to be missed. As for humans, we have not been missed, but we have not been able to condense the elixir."

"Are you all Taoist disciples?" Tuo Yong was surprised again.

"It was."

"The Taoist tradition didn't get rid of you..."

"Haha, why does the Taoist tradition want to get rid of us? In the past hundreds of thousands of years, the demon species has never deliberately approached the disciples of 'Waste Root'. In the eyes of the Taoist tradition, we are useless. At most, we are a group of relatively strong human beings. When Dao Tong retired a few years ago, most of the disciples who had not yet condensed their elixirs were left behind. Dao Tong still expected us to become the core force of mankind, haha."

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old half-demon interjected: "Yes, I was originally a disciple of Xingshan. After six years of failing to condense the elixir, Dao unified retired and I was sent back to my hometown. I joined the army in the hope of protecting mankind. , but human beings have long since declined, and the Long Bin Society is just a show-off. The emperors are looking for ways to surrender to the demons. The so-called war is just to gain some conditions for negotiation for themselves. I was killed in such a war, and then I. I woke up: The house is on fire and everyone is running out, why should I stay behind? I should run faster than everyone else."

Everyone has their own reasons for becoming a half-demon. The two half-demon, one old and one young, looked at each other and smiled, nodded to each other, and then worked together to cast spells.

The black ball has shrunk very small, the banging inside is also weakening, and the battle is coming to an end.

Tuo Yong saved the most important question for last, because he was afraid of hearing the completely despairing answer, "Can I... still... become a half-demon?"

The five half-demon turned to look at him at the same time and laughed at the same time. The older half-demon said: "Didn't King Sheshen tell you? No descendant of the Tuo family can become a half-demon, even if you have Taoism." Gen, once you find out your identity, the demons will not accept you. This is King Saishen’s request. As for the reason, you should ask him.”

Tuo Yongru was hit hard, and it turned out that he was nothing, everything was a dream, and what a grand plan he had made in the dream - maybe this is why King Saishen did not allow the children of the royal family to become half-demon.

"You should feel lucky that the Taoist root has given you a chance to live a new life. The physical sacrifice can not only accumulate strength, but also find the chosen ones. Those with the Taoist root, no matter how old they are, even if they are useless in the eyes of the Taoist. If you can survive the physical sacrifice, we will send you back to the Kingdom of Sacrifice and let you continue to be a member of the royal family."

"I will not return to the country of sacrifice." Tuo Yong shook his head repeatedly. He knew very well that after returning to the country, he would be punished. He who did not even have a demon pill would become a waste of the Tuo family's royal family. He would be ridiculed and humiliated endlessly. Now he can You can imagine, "I would rather die here than return to the country of sacrifice."

"Then let your wish come true. There will be a physical sacrifice in Zhaoshan later. We will keep you here. After seven, seven and forty-nine days, your soul will still be gone."

"There are many Demon Chosen among the beast masters, and this will be a grand feast."

"Hey, if it weren't for these Demon Chosen Ones, how could they have escaped in the Battle of Asan?"

"Not this time."

The five half-demon chatted casually. The magic circle had been formed and they only needed to maintain it. They cared more about regaining the demon seed than killing Qilin and Mu Xingqiu.

There was a roar in the distant clouds and mist, and a strange light flashed, and it was obvious that there was also a battle going on.

The five half-demon remained unmoved and continued to discuss how many chosen ones they could take away after the war.

Tuo Yong was forgotten again, looking into the distance, thinking that this was probably the reinforcements called by Yin Buchen. The timid sea monster did not take the opportunity to escape, which was a bit beyond his expectation.

"I will be ridiculed by all the monsters, including Yin Buchen." Thinking of this, Tuo Yong's heart sank to the bottom, and he slowly walked to the side of the ship. Instead of dying in a physical sacrifice, he would rather end his own life.

He stepped on something under his feet, and Takuyong looked down blankly. It took him a while to recognize that it was an Izumo horn from the Sacrifice Kingdom.

The Izumo horn is very precious and is usually given to sorcerers by the King of Sacrifice. Why does this one end up here? Tuo Yong has been in a coma and has no memory of this period of time. He has no idea about the second-level magician Qi Xantian.

"Pick it up." A voice sounded in his mind, and Tuo Yong was startled. He looked back and saw that the five half-demon were still chatting and casting spells, paying no attention to him.

"Pick up the Izumo horn." The voice sounded again, very much like Mu Xingqiu.

Takuyong slowly bent down to pick up the Izumo Horn, but he no longer had demon power and could not control this precious demon weapon.