The white ice city turned into a black ruin, but it was not destroyed, its foundation was still there, the demon fire was extinguished, and the poisonous fog on the periphery had not dissipated.

The Virgin Wanzi stood at the highest point and slowly turned around. Seeing the demons coming out of the ground in horror, I couldn't help but laugh, "There are so many left. Alas, the Ice City has not been completely destroyed, and the descendants of the Virgin are not dead. I still can't live without this place."

She avoided the burning pieces on the ground, walked more than ten steps, lowered her head and said to Mu Xingqiu, "The last chance is in your hands. How about it, the Taoist priest with a curse, are you going to destroy the Ice City? With just a few magics, you can realize the Taoist throne's long wish."

Mu Xingqiu was also looking down at Pei Zihan lying on the ground. Flea and Yin Buchen stood on both sides of him, one was full of vigilance and the other sighed.

Pei Zihan only had a membrane-shaped wing left, and even this one was slowly rotting, like a rag full of holes. "The demon clan... there is no hope. Even if the Taoist priests don't kill us all, the demon clan will turn the surviving demon clan like me."

He finally realized that Feiba's magical transformation technique was just a preview. The demons in ancient times used similar magic to turn the demons into slaves and soldiers, and achieved their unbreakable allegiance.

He was also desperate.

Pei Zihan understood the strength of the Taoist dynasty and also learned about the power of the demon clan. The demon clan that lives in the cracks has no way to go.

"Kill me, just do me a favor. Please don't wait seven days later, and you will take my soul and destroy it completely. I don't want to endure this pain anymore. Every decision in my life is wrong, harming myself and Furong Mountain."

Mu Xingqiu looked at Fei Yao, but still didn't say anything.

"Kill him." Yin Buchen advised, "The demon clan should not have too great ideals, Qi Wushang died because of this. Pei Zihan should also die. If he was a Taoist priest, there might be fewer demon clans who died because of him. Alas, ideals are too dangerous. Like me, there are no ideals. The iron-bridged dragon was destroyed, and I never thought of taking revenge."

Yin Buchen glanced at the treasure bag on Mu Xingqiu's waist. His "ideals" were all there, but he didn't dare to raise them. "I might as well throw him into the fire just now."

Mu Xingqiu spoke, "You should die, but you shouldn't die like that."

"I'm dead, but my soul has not left my body. All I want is to reduce the pain... No, I should bear these pains, this is the punishment I deserve."

The tall and thin Virgin Wanzi said, "You should get rid of him now. Who knows what he will become in fifteen days? Taoist priest, you are too kind and ruthless. You will leave yourself many future troubles."

Mu Xingqiu turned around and saw the surviving demon clan slowly walking up the mountain, walking on thin ice, staring at him. He was both afraid and respectful.

"The entire ice city may be a future problem," he said.

The Virgin of Wanzi smiled, "So I suggest you to kill the weeds and then take my blood to the Taoist priests, and come to you to completely eliminate the poisonous fog of the Ice City from the inside. From now on, Ice City and Wolf Origin will no longer be obstacles to the Taoist throne to kill demons."

This will be a great achievement. Mu Xingqiu could imagine that he would gain more reputation. But what could this change? The light ball that was located in the lightning network was parked in mid-air more than ten steps away. He represented the most authentic attitude of some people in the Taoist dynasty, which could not be reversed by any credit.

Mu Xingqiu was a little confused about his enemies.

"Pei Zihan, I want to kill you again and leave your soul in the original body. I don't know if this move will still work. If it works, you will remain in a state of immortality and be completely loyal to me in fifteen days."

Pei Zihan struggled to sit up, his face full of shock, "Why? You don't need my allegiance."

"My needs are up to me. I just want to know whether you want it. You can refuse. I will separate your soul from your flesh, but I cannot restrict my soul. This is the rule."

Pei Zihan thought for a while, "Can I not let me kill the demon?"

Once loyal, Pei Zihan will come up with reasons to obey any orders from his master, just like Lan Bingku.

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "I don't know who the enemy will be in the future, so I can't give you any promises."

"I will never die." Pei Zihan murmured. He made major wrong decisions several times in his life, and now he has to make a choice again. He looked up at Mu Xingqiu and recalled that there were not too many interactions between them.

"I agree."

Instead of believing in commitments and the times, it is better to believe in one person.

Mu Xingqiu summoned the magic master straw hat, put it on Pei Zihan's head, pressed his hand on the top of the hat, and slowly injected magic power.

Feiba has long obtained the magic text. Why hasn't he exerted his powerful power in the past few years and was trapped in Yashan? Because he is too weak, the Demon Lord's Dharma is difficult to form in his body. Only after receiving the help of a force can Feiba stimulate a little more magic power and leave Yashan. When the light ball combines with him, it will produce greater power.

Mu Xingqiu guessed that he wanted to try it on Pei Zihan.

The Demon Lord was trapped in the straw hat and was somewhat resistant to external magic power, but it had no thinking after all. When the magic power gradually increased, it surrendered. Mu Xingqiu silently recited the words of the method of destruction in his heart, and found that the magic power in the straw hat was divided into hundreds of parts, guarding his position like a formation, and then entered Pei Zihan's head quickly or slowly.

Feiba's "Demon-Changing Technique" is as sharp as a knife, while Mu Xingqiu's spell is relatively gentle. Pei Zihan did not show a painful look, and he breathed a long sigh and slowly fell down. He "dead" again. Even the caster Mu Xingqiu didn't know if he could wake up again.

Mu Xingqiu turned around with a straw hat, Yin Buchen's face changed, he swallowed, and forced a smile and said, "I, I, I, I do."

"What do you want?"

"I'd like to do this..." Yin Buchen pointed to the straw hat covered with black patterns, "Always be loyal to you."

If it weren't for the trembling voice and legs, Yin Buchen's statement would have been a bit contagious, but now he just seems to be insincere.

Mu Xingqiu smiled and shook his head. Even if Yin Buchen was sincere, he would not use the Demon Lord’s Dharma to win allegiance. He raised his head and looked at the Virgin of Wanzi, "Can the Ice City be rebuilt?"

"Of course, as long as the poisonous fog outside is still there, the Ice City can be rebuilt, but Bingkui is coming. It is said that the poisonous fog cannot stop them."

"I need the ability to enter and exit the Ice City at will." Mu Xingqiu said.

The Virgin of Wanzi thought for a while and took out the skeleton lantern from behind, "This is the head of the first generation of Virgin of Wanzi, and it is also the token of the Virgin of Wanzi. Give me a few days to heal my wounds, and then I apply my own blood on it, and you can enter and exit the Ice City at will. When the blood dim, come to me again."

"You are really willing to give it to me." Yin Buchen said in surprise. He understood the importance of these tokens of demon race, and that was almost giving up his life.

"My idea is very simple. If Mu Xingqiu wants to destroy the Ice City, I have no power to stop it, so I have to accept it calmly. If he doesn't want it, the Ice City is his. I am also powerless to stop it. It's better to cooperate honestly."

Yin Buchen nodded repeatedly and was deeply inspired, "I don't have any tokens... Wait, I'll find Feiba's crystal eyes, it won't burn."

Yin Buchen hurriedly ran down the mountain and shouted: "Be careful, anyone who sees eyeballs at his feet will give it to me..."

Mu Xingqiu took the skeleton lantern from the hand of the Virgin of Wanzi, and the fire inside shrank into a small ball, which was almost impossible to see from the outside. He looked at it for a while and returned the lantern to the Virgin, "Okay, how many days do you need?"

"Three days."

Mu Xingqiu glanced at Pei Zihan who was still lying on the ground. His wings had fallen off, but no new wings grew. Then he took a few steps down the mountain and met the demon clan that was coming from all directions.

There are only a few survivors, less than 4,000, including the feather king and other demons. With the help of demon soldiers in the Ice City, they also hid underground. If the demon fire is slow to be extinguished, they will be burned to death sooner or later.

The Feather King Fadong could only be considered a big monster. What he possessed in the demon clan was not strength, but his family background and fame, especially the flying demon clans, who obeyed the Yin Yu family, so he was qualified to be proud and also qualified to represent many demon clans.

He knelt down on one leg on the ground more than ten steps away from Mu Xingqiu, and his two silver-white wings surrounded him, as if a human was performing a fist-clad ritual. "My life, the life of the Yinyu family, and the life of the three hundred flying demons belong to you, the Demon King."

The demons knelt down one after another, and were about to call out "Demon King" together, Mu Xingqiu spoke first to stop him, "I am not a Demon King, I am just a Taoist priest."

The Feather King was a little hesitant, and he was willing to surrender, but the demon clan and the Taoist priest were natural enemies. It was really a bit embarrassing to let him say the word "Taoist" in a respectful tone.

"You are a unique Taoist priest. Please accept my respect and allow us to call you the 'Dao Zun'." Holy Mother Wanzi proposed a new title, which is the combination of Taoist priests and Demon Zun.

Mu Xingqiu didn't like the new title very much, and was thinking that the Holy Mother Wanzi had already gone down several steps, and then bent down deeply, almost the same height as Mu Xingqiu, "Dao Zun."

The Feather King and his brothers called him "Dao Zun", followed by all the flying demons, all the major tribes and the Ice City demon clans, all called this title.

"Finished!" Yin Buchen shouted happily, squeezed past the demon group, ran to Mu Xingqiu, holding three crystal eyes in his dirty hands, two of which belonged to Feiba, and one of which he threw out.

Yin Buchen looked happy and suddenly knelt down, holding up the crystal eyes with both hands, "Dao Zun, please accept the crystal eyes. If there is the crystal heart of the Dragon Demon, you will find Laojun."

Mu Xingqiu collected two and left them for Yin Buchen. He looked at thousands of demon clans and said loudly: "Since you call me the 'Dao Zun', you must obey my orders."

"Please give orders by Dao Zun." said the Feather King.

"Prepare to fight Bingkui."

Mu Xingqiu looked at the ball of light again and felt that he needed this white city that the Taoist sect could not break.
Chapter completed!