The beast demon turned over for the eleventh time and finally admitted that it was impossible for him to fall asleep tonight.

This was the first time he had insomnia in his life. Before that, even if he had to participate in a life-threatening battle the next day, he could fall down and sleep, and it was dawn.

"Ah, his grandma's." Lao Chuan expressed his feelings and expressed his hatred for insomnia.

The other demons in the cave were sleeping well, and the snoring sounds came one after another, like a group of frogs with a match-sounding voice. I really hope that they were all frogs, so that he could step on two or three of them to death, and at most three kicks would solve the problem.

After a while, he felt that the reason for his insomnia had nothing to do with these snoring sounds, so he simply sat up, hugged his head and thought hard, and gradually understood the crux of the problem.

"His grandma, I'm a beast monster." Lao Chi cursed again, his voice a little louder. The demon clan on the next bed stopped snoring and said something vaguely. Lao Chi clenched his fists, thinking that a fight might make him fall asleep, but the demon clan quickly snored again, and did not give him a chance to get angry.

This matter must be solved, and always be honest. Once you feel that something needs to be done, it will soon turn it into something that must be done.

He put on his armor and boots, walked out of the hole. A demon woke up at this time and asked blankly: "Old Chuang, what are you going to do?"

"Go and seek death." Lao Chu replied angrily, he no longer wanted to fight.

The demon clan was stunned, closed his eyes and fell asleep again, thinking that "it's not a very strange thing to go and die."

Although the camp was built on a leeward slope, it was still not allowed to ignite at night, and it was pitch black all around. Lao Chu didn't care. He had good eyesight and could see far as there was a little light, let alone the moon was round and bright tonight.

"Who?" asked the shadow at the entrance of the camp.

Lao Chi roared in the beastly words of his clan, and the other party immediately stopped saying a word. He might not understand the roar, but he just didn't want to argue with a real beast monster.

Lao Chu went up the slope and walked towards the Spirit Demon Camp. More than ten days ago, he fought with several Spirit Demons, but he failed to win and was driven out. In fact, he was already very restrained. It was just that the recovery of the demon pill made him feel good and he had to wave his fist to express it.

He felt that this was a very small thing and was not even worth remembering. But the spirit demon didn't think so. They were always polite to each other. Even when Jin Cu was king, he never scolded any spirit demon loudly, let alone fought.

"I actually hold grudges after the fight. How come I still look like a demon clan?" Lao Chi whispered in angrily, "Besides, it's me who was beaten."

Laochi felt it was unfair. Of course, he had to admit that he had taken the fight. And there was no reason, it was itchy and itchy.

A young Sandal Sheep Demon blocked the entrance to the camp. Like most spirit demons, he didn't like to wear clothes. He casually wrapped his body with two animal skins, barefoot and bare-footed, revealing most of his chest. The spirit demon was as polite as a Taoist priest, but was dressed more simply than the most barbaric demon clan.

"I want to go in." Lao Chi waved his arm and felt that he had already said it very clearly.

"You are not welcome here."

"I didn't let you welcome me either." Lao Chi was a little surprised, but his steps didn't stop. "Just let him go to the side and don't block the way."

The Sandang Sheep Demon did not move.

He knew that the spirit demon was dissatisfied with himself because of the fight. Laochi wanted to fight even more and punched him. He didn't understand what 50% strength is, 80% strength, and as long as he punched, he would give his all his strength.

The Tan Sheep Demon was shorter than Lao Chong, and was a little thinner, but his strength was not weak at all. When they were still spirit beasts, they were born with great strength, and after they turned into demons, they were far stronger than ordinary demons.

The two demons didn't say anything, just punched me and kicked me, and the fists fell on the body and thumped, like a wooden hammer wrapped in thick cloth hitting the skin drum.

Lao Chuan is definitely not the strongest demon clan. He has one advantage: he is resistant to hitting and not afraid of pain. The harder his opponent's fists are, the more straight he stands and the longer he stands.

The Tanyang Demon was tired and felt that he was hitting a living creature or a demon-shaped sandbag. Even if he had been hit for a night, it would be useless. "Stop." He stopped first and took a few steps back, "Who are you looking for?"

Laochi had long forgotten his original purpose and chased after him happily, "I'll look for you, come on, let's continue to fight."

Tan Yang Demon shook his head. He didn't raise his hand. Instead, he was furious. "You are not dead or falling down, why don't you beat me?"

The Tanyang Demon just shook his head, "Tell me who you are looking for, I'll call you."

I scratched my head and felt a piercing pain. Then I realized that the back of my hand was swollen, "I want to see the Spirit King."

"It's midnight now, can't you see me during the day?"

"No, it's just now, if you don't go to report, I'll just call myself."

The old man was so angry that he was sinking into the Dantian. As soon as he called out the word "spirit", the Tanyang Demon waved his hand quickly, "Don't call me, don't call me, I'll inform you."

Lao Chuan grinned and reached out to pound the Danyang Demon's shoulder, "That's right, let's fight again the next day. What did you do? My hands hurt so much that you didn't even have any trouble."

Tan Yang Yao snorted coldly, turned around and walked to the depths of the camp, hurriedly slapped his body as he walked around a hole, rubbing his face a few times. It was not that he had "nothing happened", but that he was in great pain.

Lao Chong stood at the entrance of the camp and waited, thinking that it was better here. Although the spirit demons were a little sissy, they were not weak at all when fighting. Moreover, they were very serious about everything. Even the holes dug were arranged neatly and in the same size. Unlike ordinary demons, they could dig a little bit by bit, and lay a few skeletons and lay a few wooden boards to be considered the top of the hole.

A spirit demon went to report the news, and the two spirit demons came back.

Lao Chong waved to Jincu, and said with a smile: "Lao Jin, why are you out?"

As a brocade horse, Jincuo is only six or seven years old, which is equivalent to ten years old for a human being. His temper and personality are indeed consistent with this age. He doesn't like the title of "Lao Jin" at all. When he walked to Lao Chong, he started to do it without saying a word.

Lao Chi didn't even see Jin Chuan's moves clearly, and his huge body was already embedded in the snow. He just lay down for a while, stood up, and without asking why, he raised his fist and hit him again.

Jincuo is not an ordinary spirit demon. His power is much greater than Lao Chong. He fell down as easily as turning a pancake on a frying pan. Lao Chong had almost no strength to fight back, but he would not admit defeat. He would not lie in the snow and cheat, and he would rise up when he fell down, and he would rise again. Every time he got up, he would act desperately.

Jincuo was born with a few magic tricks, but he didn't want to kill Lao Chi, but just wanted to teach him a lesson and let him retreat. As a result, he fell seventeen times in a row, but did not let the beast monster retreat. Instead, he smashed a big hole in the snow at the entrance of the camp.

"The Spirit King is resting. No one sees you." Jincu said angrily, and the Tan Yang Demon next to him made a look of "I told you a long time ago."

Lao Chuan was actually a little dizzy, but he was still dissatisfied. "You didn't ask again, how did you know that the Spirit King didn't see me? Don't think that you can be favored in front of the Spirit King if you look like a Taoist priest. I'll tell you..."

Old flew into the sky, then fell heavily on the snow, and with a bang, he smashed a human-shaped pit and didn't get up for a long time.

What he said just now greatly offended Jincuo.

Jincun's face turned ashen, and a few black smoke blew out of his nostrils. If he had started to do it a little heavier, the beast monster would be corpses at the entrance of the camp.

The fight at the door finally woke up the spiritual demon in the camp. The old Sandal Sheep Demon named Sandal Incense Burner by Yang Qingyin came over, stroked a handful of black beard and said, "The Spirit King wants to see him."

When Jincuo and the young Sandal Sheep Demon raised the old man, he was actually laughing. "Will you save trouble if you inform me early?"

Yang Qingyin heard the noise outside early in the morning and found that even Jincuo could not send Lao Chi away, so she decided to meet the beast monster.

She lives in a snow cave like a spirit demon. However, she has been arranged with magic inside, which is spacious and bright, warm and comfortable, without any trace of snow. There are also many small objects sent by the banshees, most of which are exquisitely carved bone ornaments and horn tools.

Lao Chuan was able to stand up again, stood in the snow cave of the Spirit King, looking around, exclaiming: "It looks so good. Can you fall asleep in a place like this?"

Ten spirit demons, including Jincu, were arranged on both sides. Yang Qingyin sat on a bear leather chair and looked at the beast monster with a bruised nose and swollen face, "Give you a chance, tell me. It's really a matter of time. I forgive you. I'll just mess around. I'll hang your head at the camp gate."

He always touched his neck. Although the head hanging on the camp gate was a glory, he still prefers his head to grow on himself, "What are you forgive me?"

"Forgive your crime of trespassing into the camp."

"I didn't break through. I'm waiting at the door honestly. It's him and he, and I don't want to inform me. Spirit King, I think you should really change to a few smarter spirit demons to guard the gate."

Jincu was about to get angry again, and the old demon Sandalwood Burner spoke, "Old Crazy, the Spirit King gives you a chance, you have something to say, it's so late..."

"Yes, everyone still has to sleep." Lao Chi seemed to remember this, laughed twice as if he apologized, and then put away his smile and said, "Have Mu Xingqiu gone to Wuyue Mountain?"

"Not yet, he will set out after dawn." Yang Qingyin didn't expect that Lao Chi insisted on seeing him, and he was talking about Mu Xingqiu.

"Spirit King, you have to tell him that he can't go."

Yang Qingyin was silent for a while, "You go and tell him yourself, why are you looking for me?"

"I can't get into the Taoist camp. There is no gatekeeper in their place, and they can't find any opponents even if they fight."

The guards of the Taoist camp are actually very tight, and ordinary demons cannot find the portal.

Yang Qingyin was silent for a while, "Why can't he go to Mount Wushu?"

Lao Chu sighed, "I am a demon clan and shouldn't have said these words at first, but... Mu Xingqiu is not easy. I don't want to see him fall into a trap."

"trap?"

"I heard some rumors that Yi Shijun was trapped in a golem. Who can rescue him? Not only can he get the golem, but also get the magic of Yi Shijun personally. I also heard that the demon clan of Ice City had already discussed with the wolf demon to trap Mu Xingqiu in the Baiyue Mountain Cave and then exchange him for the golem."

Yang Qingyin stared at Lao Chi, sure that the beast monster would not lie, so she suddenly stood up, "You guard the camp, I'm going to visit the Moon Mountain."

Yang Qingyin was extremely fast and flew past Lao Chong. Without his reaction, the figure had disappeared.

"Why is the Ling King going to worship Yueshan? Isn't it okay to just remind Mu Xingqiu?" Laochi was puzzled.

"The Spirit King is lied, Mu Xingqiu has already gone to Baiyue Mountain." Sandangxianglu said while stroking his beard, immediately guessing what was going on, and then he cast a look at Jincuo.

This glance is both inquiry and forced.

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