(On the last day of 2014, I would like to thank all readers who like and support "The Demons". I wish you all your wishes come true in the new year. In addition, the error of the explanation of "shot the mouse and avoidance" in the previous chapter has been corrected, but I can't find any reader who pointed it out. I can only express my gratitude here.)

In Huangjing, Mu Xingqiu had used the Frost Soul Sword, but only one thing had no effect on the souls in the sword. However, when facing the seven demon cloud envoys, he had to use all his strength. The soul power of the Frost Soul Sword has been consumed for more than half. Every time he used it once, it may cause greater damage to Fangfang's soul.

"No, I will think of other ways." Mu Xingqiu pointed to the new king and the feather king who were tied up by Xiaoyao Scout, "The Demon Cloud Envoy is still afraid."

"Holy Cloud..." Xinjun still wanted to correct it. Zhang Suqin on the opposite side suddenly reached out and pinched the trick, shouted "Shut up" and directly issued a five-element spell. Although there was no magic weapon in his hand, the magic of Xingluo Taoist priest was still powerful, and an ice hockey with a big fist hit Xinjun's chest. Xinjun let out a big mouthful of blood, and the last word "全" was not spoken out.

"Think about it." Zhang Suqin's tone returned to calm, "When I find the magic weapon, everyone will discuss it."

Mu Xingqiu felt that there was nothing to discuss about Fangfang's soul, but he still nodded politely.

Zhang Suqin left, and Xinjun licked his lips, "This is my own blood. I have tasted it many times, and the result is the same every time. My ancestors are Fei Yao, and they have a relationship with Yin Yu and Black Phoenix tribes. They have never been mixed with human blood for more than a hundred generations. Because of an accident, they have only become half-demons in the last seven generations."

"You have learned a lot of magic from Yi Shijun?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"I am Yi Shijun." Xinjun said in surprise, not even licking the blood left on his lips.

"I mean the strange Shijun in the past." Mu Xingqiu suddenly remembered a little demon. "You must know Feiba."

When he mentioned the name Feiba, Xinjun was stunned and said for a while: "Of course I know a lowly slave. It is because of him that Laojun is disheartened and withdraws from the mortal world. Feiba. This is the name he gave himself. In fact, his bloodline is in chaos. He is a worthless little demon. I heard that he appeared in Qishan."

"Well, he is now imprisoned by Yashan."

"Where is the magic text scroll he stole?"

“Destroyed.”

The new king sighed and shook his head helplessly, "Squantizing natural resources means this kind of thing. That is Laojun's hard work for hundreds of years. Has no one recorded the contents?"

"I've recorded a few magic spells from the demons."

When Mu Xingqiu was refining magic weapons a few years ago, he obtained a translation of the magic text from the head of the Wangshan Ban Secret Department, which recorded some magic tricks. Mu Xingqiu guessed Qi Wushang's conspiracy from one of the magical division methods, but when he returned to Pangshan, he still failed to stop him from regaining the demon pill in time.

The wet mist in Xinjun's eyes disappeared in an instant, "As far as I know, Laojun wrote a total of seven magic Dharmas in the scroll."

"It's almost the same." Mu Xingqiu remembered the words on the scroll clearly. It was indeed seven magics. "There is a set of magical division methods, and I'm going to learn by Qi Wushang?"

"Really, this is true. You can actually understand the magic text!" The new king's expression could be said to be respectful.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't understand the magic text. He read the translation. Mu Xingqiu did not point out this. He originally thought that Feiba might be the breakthrough of the new king. Unexpectedly, the magic text scroll attracted more attention, so he immediately adjusted his strategy. "Are you interested in magic text?"

"I am not interested in demonic texts. They are the seven kinds of demonic masters' Dharma..." The new king looked at Mu Xingqiu and suddenly knelt down.

"Please preach me to the Dharma. I will meet all your conditions. From now on, I will not be a demon. I am a human. In fact, there is not much demonic energy left in our clan, and it is closer to non-demons."

The new king's attitude changed so quickly, Mu Xingqiu was not used to it, and a look of contemplation appeared on his face. The new king immediately said: "I know how to deal with Yaoyun, loosen my ties, and give me a few more demonic weapons. I can block the Holy Cloud... No, Yaoyun's arrow."

"The Arrow of the Holy Cloud" is the unclean aura shot out by the demon cloud. It is it that makes it difficult for the Taoist priests of Xingluo to resist. If they can block it, the demon cloud will make it easier for them to deal with it.

"Traitor!" A voice suddenly sounded next to him. The King of Feathers woke up at some point. He happened to see the new king kneeling to the Taoist priest and offered to help. He couldn't help but get angry. However, his wing root was bound by Xiaoyao rope, sour and painful, and he couldn't even stand up. He could only shout loudly, "I've seen that you were unfaithful to the Giant Demon King, but I didn't expect you to surrender to the Taoist priest. This Taoist priest... Hey, you are not... you are not..."

"It's me." Mu Xingqiu said that they had met in Duanliu City, and one of Fadong's younger brothers was killed by him and Taoist priest Pang Shan.

The Feather King became even more angry and jumped up with all his strength. But his wings were his demon pill. Once bound, he lost most of his demon power. He screamed in pain and fell back to the grass feather bed.

The new king stood up and said with a smile: "Why should we be loyal to the Giant Demon King? Because he can unite the various tribes of the demon clan. If there is a better way to unite the demon clan, there is no need to be loyal to the Giant Demon King, right?"

"Nonsense!" The Feather King was furious. Although he was also dissatisfied with the Giant Demon King, he was far from the point of betrayal.

"Oh, so you are destined to be a small leader." The new king turned to Mu Xingqiu, and his expression immediately became serious, "Teaching me the Demon Lord's Dharma, I recognize you as the master."

The new king is obviously not very good at asking for gifts. The more important he said the scroll, the less likely Mu Xingqiu could teach him, but he would not refuse. "Tell me how to resist the unclean aura emitted by the demon cloud, and then I will consider your request."

The new king no longer cares about "demon cloud" or "holy cloud", "I am a demon technique, you Taoist priests can't use it."

"It's okay, just tell me." Of course, Mu Xingqiu didn't want to learn magic, he wanted to find out the loopholes in Yaoyun.

A group of people rushed in, and Xin Youtao was the one who was the first to be holding a big cloth bag in his hand. "All the demon pills and demon weapons are here, but Feng Dongchen and the others were not found."

"You have found the wrong place. The Taoist prisoners are not in my cave, they have been sent to heaven." Xinjun said, thinking for a while and continued: "Only by defeating all seven Holy Cloud Envoys, can the prisoners be taken away. It's a bit difficult, but there are many people here. Everyone works together. There is always a way. I can block the arrow of the Demon Cloud. You attack the Demon Cloud Envoys together, remember. None of them can run away..."

Even if he saw the new king and the Yu King break free from Xiaoyaosuo's shackles and were fighting with Mu Xingqiu, Xin Youtao and others would not be so surprised. He didn't see him for a while. A new strange king of the demon clan actually said "we" and he had to deal with Yao Yun with the Taoist priest.

"Did you use illusion on him?" Xin Youtao could only think of this possibility, but he remembered Mu Xingqiu clearly stated that illusion on the mortal race is not so powerful.

Mu Xingqiu shook his head. The new king's magic trick is not weak. Even if he is bound by Xiaoyaosuo, his basic protective power is still there. Even the seventh-level Illusion illusion technique cannot get into it.

Everyone arrived, and three female Taoist priests in the Luanjing Mountain recovered their original appearance. They retrieved most of the magic weapons from the Xinjun's cave. Zhang Suqin was also surprised by this transformation and said to Mu Xingqiu: "Is this the solution you came up with? The power of Yaoyun cannot be underestimated. A little demon cannot stop it."

"Haha, I'm not a little demon." Xinjun said in a flash: "Deng Xian—yes, I remember your name—tell them who I am."

Deng Xian was the most surprised by the huge change of Xinjun among everyone. He shook it a few times and almost fainted. He didn't hear what Xinjun said at all, and replied blankly: "Who are you?"

"Huh? Why did you forget all such important things? I... maybe I didn't tell you." Xinjun coughed twice and formally introduced himself, "My original surname was Yin, and my name was Yin Buchen, a descendant of the Iron-Red Dragon Clan. My father is the Jiao King Yin Shengqian, but we haven't seen each other for a long time. Although the Iron-Red Dragon is a sea monster, it can also soar in the sky. A long time ago, he was known as the "Three Kings of Flying Demons" with the Yin Yu and the Black Phoenix clans, and was the most capable general of the demon clan."

The new king Yin Buchen introduced himself loudly, but did not achieve the results he expected. No one expressed surprise or envy of his life experience. The harsh female Taoist priest of the chaotic Jingshan even showed a hint of impatientness, "Mu Xingqiu, I want to say a few words to you alone."

Mu Xingqiu walked aside, Sun Yulu, Shen Ji and others began to arrange magic weapons. Xin Youtao and Ouyang Lei couldn't help, so they opened the cloth bag to identify the demon pills and demon weapons inside, and Deng Xian stood aside to help.

Yin Buchen, who was unattended, felt lost and didn't even care about the sarcasm of the Yu King.

Zhang Suqin cast a sound-banning spell, "Have you thought about it?"

"As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, I will not alarm the soul in the Frost Soul Sword."

Zhang Suqin sighed, not surprised, "It's so troublesome to have not yet been overcome. What if I have a way to separate Qin Lingshuang's soul?"

"Do you have a way?" Mu Xingqiu was shocked. He remembered very clearly that only Si Mingding might recognize the identity of the soul, but he could not separate the soul. Because Feng Ruhui's chaos, Luan Jingshan was particularly strict with Si Mingding, so Mu Xingqiu had no idea of ​​it.

"Strictly speaking, this method is prohibited, but today there are chaos, and all kinds of new spells and new magics are emerging one after another. There is no need to strictly observe the ban on chaos of Jingshan, but it requires your cooperation."

"You want to use the Frost Soul Sword to restrain my life soul?"

"That's right. As long as you can recognize Qin Lingshuang's soul, there is a way to separate it and store it alone in a certain area of ​​the magic weapon. In this way, when you use the Frost Soul Sword, you don't need to worry. If you agree, Sun Yulu will cast the spell."

Sun Yulu is a disciple of the Lanzhu Department and a Taoist priest in Luanjingshan whom Mu Xingqiu trusts relatively, so Zhang Suqin recommends her.

“What is the danger?”

"The living soul enters the weapon, and may be bound by the dead soul, and you will never be able to return to your original body." Zhang Suqin did not shy away.

"What about Fangfang?"

"The memory of the Dead soul is stagnant. If she can feel your existence, she may be frightened. As for the result, I can't say it well."

What Mu Xingqiu was most afraid of was this "bad talk". He looked at Sun Yulu on the other side, "I want to have a separate conversation with Taoist Sun."

Zhang Suqin nodded in agreement.

Xin Youtao at the door waved to Mu Xingqiu and said loudly: "Someone... a demon is coming."

Mu Xingqiu walked over and clearly heard the footsteps outside.

The beast demon old man rushed in and was stunned by the scene he saw. The feather king and Xinjun were tied up. Several Taoist priests were looking at him coldly. They stood there for a while before they remembered their mission, "Who, who is Mu Xingqiu?"

"I am."

"Your voice...Flying?" Lao Chi shook his head vigorously, thinking that this was an unreal nightmare, "An old friend wants to see you."

"Old friend? Is Lan Bing Curling?" Among Mu Xingqiu's "Old friend", she was the only one who defected to the demon clan.

"No, he said he was an old friend of Pangshan, and he also said that you came to find the surviving Taoist priest Pangshan who was the one who was one of them." Lao Chi looked confused, obviously he was just ordered to pass the message and did not understand the meaning at all.

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