Feiba's screams were as loud as the cry of a newborn baby. Lu Zhechong, the master of Luanjingshan, held a sword in his right hand and stopped in front of him with his index finger in his left hand. He was stunned for a while. At this moment, his mood was like an ordinary person slapped his hands hard. He clearly saw the mosquito fall into his hands and had no way to survive, but after opening his hands, it flew away leisurely. This article was first published by...

After all, Lu Zhechong is not an ordinary person. Not only can he make up for a winning shot at any time, but he also needs to figure out the reason. She doesn't believe she will make a mistake.

There was a bronze mirror on her left hand, and a light shot out, shining on the half demon.

The forest also seemed dark during the day, and the light was quite eye-catching. Feiba hugged his head tightly and curled up in a ball, not daring to show any resistance.

"Does Zuo Liuying know that he has a magic silk armor?" Lu Zhechong put away the bronze mirror and understood everything.

Feng Zaisu's face showed a smile, "Zuo Liuying never mentioned it, but I think he must know that he used the secret fire of Taoism to illuminate a magic scroll."

"Hey, weave the seven-star spider silk in the scroll and carve the magic armor spell on the bones. The combination of the two is the magic silk armor coat. What a trick. Little demon, who will help you wash away the dust seal on the scroll?" Lu Zhechong asked.

Feiba's body unfolded involuntarily, stretching out only a small piece of left leg. The wound that had just healed broke again, revealing a very short leg bone. Ordinary people could only see blood, but Taoists saw a few small patterns carved on the bones, like some kind of text. Mu Xingqiu felt that they were very similar to the magic text on the scroll.

Feiba screamed desperately, stretched out his hand to cover the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. After a while, he suddenly stopped screaming because he found that it was not as painful as he imagined, and there were suddenly some strange figures on his wrist exposed outside, which were not before.

Half demon sat on the ground, occasionally taking a look at the wound. Then he stared at his hands, and under his gaze, the figure spread to his hands, with palms and backs, like a rapidly growing vine.

"What is this?" He obviously had no preparation for his own changes, "Yi Shijun never said it."

"What did Yi Shijun say to you?" Lu Zhechong asked, his voice drifting like a murmur in a dream. Feiba replied naturally: "He said that the scroll records the mind method of Ten Thousand Demons. Those who cultivated it can become King Ten Thousand Demons and command the world. Unfortunately, the demons imposed a dust seal on it, and only the water from the sword washing pool can be broken. I couldn't go to Yashan, so I had to take the scroll to Qishan. I heard that there was an equal Taoist there with a bottle of sword washing pool water in his hand. The dust seal was removed, but the scroll was also snatched by the Taoist priest, and now it was back in my hand. What's the matter with these patterns? I obviously..."

Feiba reached into his arms and took out the half scroll he had collected. It was now soft and like a ball of rag. There was no text on it, "My Demon Scroll..."

"Don't you know there is a magic armor spell on your bones?" Lu Zhechong's voice was still as unattracting as in a dream.

"I don't know, Yi Shijun never said it...or he said it, but I don't remember it. Because some of my memories were stolen by the Taoist priest."

"Which Taoist priest?"

"The Taoist priest from Pangshan." Feiba raised his head, looking confused, "What are these figures on me?"

"The Magic Silk Armor Clothes, a very powerful set of armor. The Taoist dynasty took a lot of effort to break these armor Clothes, but I didn't expect that there would be still a thing left in the world." Lu Zhechong explained, his voice becoming more realistic.

Feiba smiled foolishly and was full of trust in the female Taoist priest, "I have the magic silk armor, but what about the mental method on the Ten Thousand Demons Scroll? I will become the King of Ten Thousand Demons."

"Look at the graphics on you carefully."

Feiba looked at the back of his hand for a while and suddenly realized, "It's all on me, and all the demonic minds are all on me, haha, no one can take it away!"

It bounced up like a bent tree suddenly gaining freedom. It shook twice, and stood firm with just one leg. The wound on the broken leg had already condensed, "Haha, I...I am full of strength."

"It's all the effects of the magic silk armor. With it, even if it's just a little demon, it will cause great trouble to the Taoist priests." Lu Zhechong looked at the excited half demon and said to Feng Zaisu: "Zuo Liuying is letting the tiger return to the mountain. He thinks this thing can find the strange Shijun for him?"

"I guess so, Zuo Liuying didn't say much."

"Frost Soul Sword, Magic Silk Armor Clothes, Zuo Liuying is really generous. Let me take the treasure he doesn't want." Lu Zhe Chong stretched out his left hand and aimed at the half demon who was unaware of it. This time she was prepared and would never make any mistakes again.

Feiba was admiring the graphics on his skin with joy. He touched his face with his hands a few times and found that the armor only covered below his neck, and his face was still smooth. "Why are there no...ah!" Suddenly, his whole body was painful. Those graphics, no, the skin on his body seemed to be separated from the **, and the broken leg started to bleed again, but he could only stand still.

"This...what's going on?"

Lu Zhechong was disdainful to answer. A small half demon was not worth her wasting so much time. She now only wanted his skin. After the Taoist priest killed the demon, he often took away the demon pill and some unique organs. This was a normal hunting. No one would think that the Grand Master of Luanjingshan was doing too much.

Lu Zhechong needed a magic silk armor as complete as possible, so he had to cast the spell carefully. She wanted to separate the half-demon's skin from the flesh and bones, and then instantly hit the flesh and bones into powder, and flowed out from the wound on the broken leg. Feiba had just obtained the armor armor, but he didn't know how to exert more powerful power. It was the best time to peel it off. Lu Zhechong didn't understand why Zuo Liuying let him go until now.

Feiba's skin was slowly swelling, and he was so scared that he couldn't scream.

Feng Zaisu felt that this was the only opportunity. Although she rarely argued, she was not convinced by the master. Even if the nine great Taoist dynasties need to be integrated into one, Feng Ruhui's method is wrong.

The hermit of Luanjingshan used all his strength, and instantly appeared in front of him, forming a powerful barrier. She herself flew towards Taoist Pangshan not far away.

She had no intention of attacking the sect's sect's master, and just wanted to get some time to escape.

Mu Xingqiu is also waiting for this opportunity, he wants to retake the Frost Soul Sword.

Lu Zhechong was calm and did not even turn his eyes. He continued to control the half-demon with his left hand, raised his right hand holding the sword, and fired a blow to the numerous magic weapons arranged in the air like a wall.

The sound of cloth tearing, seventeen magic weapons fell to the ground like dead leaves in the frost. The power of the Grand Master Luanjingshan did not stop because of this, but continued to attack the hermit who betrayed her.

Mu Xingqiu finally waited for the opportunity. Feng Zaisu was about to grab one of his arms with his palms. Behind her, a blurred light and shadow followed closely, like a huge rock that was inseparable from the air.

The Nianxin Illusion Technique was emitted from Mu Xingqiu's fingertips, faster than all spells, and contacted the Frost Soul Sword. This was a magic weapon he personally participated in refining. It had his mark and cooperated with him more tacitly. Previously, he had been isolated by more powerful spells. When Lu Zhechong casts two spells at the same time, a flaw finally revealed.

Feng Zaisu grabbed Mu Xingqiu's arm and even took him off the ground, but the eyes embedded in the old face suddenly changed from firmness to hesitation, as if all her faith had changed drastically.

Taoist Xingluo should not challenge Taoist Guanshen. Feng Zaisu understood this rule but could not hold it back.

The hermit fell softly on Mu Xingqiu's shoulders.

Mu Xingqiu's feet landed on the ground. He was not injured, and Feng Zaisu blocked all the attacks.

The Frost Soul Sword shook violently in Lu Zhechong's hand, and her arms also trembled. She used magic power to suppress the Frost Soul Sword. She did not rush to use a next move, "Runjingshan will not kill Taoist priests indiscriminately, but those Taoist priests with different ambitions are exceptions."

Feng Zaisu still breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned around. He looked at Mu Xingqiu, who was casting spells and snatching the sword with all his might, and said to the master: "Anyway, I'm exhausted and I have no future. Just die."

"Just you know."

Feng Zaisu gently spit out his inner elixir and handed it to Lu Zhechong, but the words were said to Taoist Pang Shan. "What a pity, I don't know the art of breaking the alchemy, and I'm afraid I don't have that kind of state of mind. I have never been a very powerful Taoist priest. I'm in the city of Langcheng. If you see them...ah, don't say anything."

Without the inner alchemy, Feng Zaisu quickly became even older, and his body slowly waned to the ground. Suddenly, his arm was raised, he threw out the inner alchemy, and shouted with the last strength: "Head!"

The bald man had been hiding behind Mu Xingqiu. At this time, he jumped up, opened his mouth to swallow the inner pill in the air, and then turned to Lu Zhezhong, and a red light as thick as a thumb shot out from his forehead.

Lu Zhechong had already discovered the existence of the head and didn't care. Until the head cast its spell, she looked over and was surprised again, "There are still some magic silk armor clothes!"

The bald man changed his appearance. He had no body and no magic armor spell on his bones. However, after he swallowed the scroll and vomited it out, he still changed. The demon heart, which was inlaid by him in his hair, was originally wrinkled like a walnut, but now it was as smooth as a ruby, and it emitted a strong red light.

"Bad Taoist priest!" The bald man screamed, the inner elixir in his throat was vaguely visible, and a small piece of melting spider silk was hanging on his teeth.

Lu Zhechong made a decision in an instant. The half-demon magic silk armored jacket could be taken later, but Taoist Pang Shan, who was overestimating his abilities, had to solve it immediately. She took back her left hand, blocked the red light, increased her right hand, and forced down the power surging in the Frost Soul Sword.

"One hundred thousand souls, do you really think that a Taoist priest can exert all their power by inhaling?" Lu Zhechong slowly strengthened his magic power, not to give Taoist priest Pangshan a way out, but to cherish the sword, "wash off the mark on the sword, and there is another treasure in Luanjingshan."

Mu Xingqiu couldn't speak and had nothing to say. He felt that he was gradually losing control of the Frost Soul Sword, and the illusion of the mind would backfire him at any time. He had no way out, and it was impossible to interrupt the battle.

The bald man kept firing red light, and was blocked by Lu Zhe Chong.

The half demon Feiba stood blankly, gasping for breath. He didn't understand what was going on.

The bald man couldn't remember how many red lights he emitted. Each beam used all his strength, but it was no different from the sunlight shining on the stone. He was angry and rushed forward suddenly, shouting "Bad Taoist" again, emitting a red light that was already the limit for him.

Lu Zhechong still raised his hand inadvertently to block it. She was about to control the Frost Soul Sword, and the fate of her head would be the same as a half-demon.

But she was wrong. The red light that looked exactly the same contained more than a hundred times stronger.

"Left..." Before he finished speaking, Lu Zhechong's entire left arm had turned into ashes.
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