Jincu felt that there was a mountain pressing against him, covering his vision and blocking his hearing. His chest cavity was sinking little by little, unable to inhale fresh air, and unable to exhale turbid air. If this continued, it would explode like Bingkui.

Jincuo concentrated all his strength to lift the mountain on his body, and every hair was involved. He no longer cared about life and death, but just wanted to take a breath. This ubiquitous feeling of depression really made him endure for a moment.

The mountain finally moved away. Jincuo saw the light, snow and face. He didn't care. His chest was undulating and breathing greedily.

"The King of Idiot is not dead, the King of Idiot is still alive!" a excited voice shouted, followed by more and more excited voices coming in. The faces above were becoming more and more, covering the light and snow, as if another mountain was about to be pressed down.

Jincu reached out to push, and his face dispersed, but it didn't feel right. These faces didn't seem to be pushed away by him, because he himself also rose up and slowly rose. The light in front of him became brighter and brighter, but the whole world gradually became distorted...

After a while, Jin Chu sat up suddenly and let out a roar. He remembered that he was still fighting, and groups of Bingkui were shaking at him with cold ice swords. He had to resist and could not just die.

But there was no Bingkui in front of me, only familiar faces, ugly, rough, and scarred, but they were all filled with joy, and Jincun's body was held by many hands.

Jincu jumped to the ground, pushed the demon group away and looked around. There were corpses everywhere, and potholes left by Bingkui's explosion were everywhere. Blood stained the ground red. The snow in the sky was still falling silently, and I couldn't wait to cover up the traces of death.

However, there are also many demon clans who are still alive. Some are around the King of Fen, and some are picking up armor from the pile of corpses, cutting off demon pills, bones and beast horns. This is the post-war habit and tradition of the demon clans, and it is also the source of their large number of objects.

"Stop!" Jincu said loudly, suddenly stunned. His arms were stretched in front, but the palm on his right was gone, bare, and a young man from the demon clan was about to bandage him.

Jincu felt a severe pain at this moment, but he shouted again, "Stop!"

The young man from the demon clan was stunned, not understanding why the King of Rice refused to bandage the wound. Although the blood from the broken hand had frozen, it was still very dangerous.

Jincu pointed to the demon races who were cleaning up the battlefield and "let them stop."

The beast monsters next to them immediately issued orders in various languages. All the surviving demon clans gathered as long as they could move, and those who were seriously injured also tried their best to turn their heads and look over.

"Don't cut the remains anymore, that is your relatives and comrades-in-arms, and they should be respected even after death."

All the demons were silent, and they all felt incomprehensible about the order from the King of Van. Finally, a beast monster holding a large number of demon pills in his arms spoke, "But without these things, we have nothing."

Because the body of the demon clan is infused with the long-term influence of the demon power, the treasures of the living demons, the weapons, demon weapons, and some daily necessities are all made of various organs of the dead demon. If the body cannot be cut, the demon clan will lose a large amount of useful materials.

Jincu's eyes swept over and found that most demons showed confusion on their faces. He knew that they should not be too hasty, so he changed his words: "Collection of the remains, hold a ceremony to see the dead off. Then cut useful things."

Jincuo touched his arms with his complete left hand twice, took out three statues of gods, and found that it was not damaged at all, so he held them in front of him, "The ancient god blessed us to defeat the powerful enemy. From now on, we can only cut the body after worshiping the ancient god and obtaining its permission. Even if only one demon survives, we must do this. Respect the dead is to respect the future self."

The demons were silent again, and then a beast monster threw away the bone horn in his arms, "I hope I can get such treatment after I die."

The demons threw the objects they had obtained on the ground, expressing their willingness to obey the orders of the King of Dian.

Jincun's whole body was as weak as a feather. He inhale deeply, allowing the young man of the demon clan to bandage his broken hands. His eyes swept across the battlefield again. There were originally a thousand demon clans, but only one or two thousand survived. This was a tragic victory, so painful that he could no longer bear the next time.

If Mu Xingqiu had not arrived in time, he would not even get such a tragic victory. Before falling down, Jincuo saw Mu Xingqiu jumping around Bingkui, so he asked, "Where is the demon master?"

All the demons looked north, and the young man of the demon clan had quickly bandaged his wrists and pointed at Baiyue Mountain and said, "The demon master and Shen Shang went there to find the leader of Bingkui."

"They are the two?" Jincuo was shocked.

"The demon master didn't let us follow him, he said he would be back soon."

Jincu looked up at the snowflakes in the sky, knowing that the battle was not over yet.

Mu Xingqiu originally wanted to meet Zhou Qi alone, but Shen Shang must follow him, "I'm useless, but I can be a witness. I will tell you the terrible terror of the gods and the demon master Mu Xingqiu will spread all over the place."

Shen Shang was extremely excited and danced with soldiers on the battlefield, even trying to pull the dead together to celebrate the victory, so Mu Xingqiu had to take him away.

Soon Mu Xingqiu regretted it a little. Shen Shang was able to keep up with it, which had little impact on speed, but his excitement had not subsided. He talked too much, from the two invincible short swords in Mu Xingqiu's hand to how unbearable he was when he drove a group of deer to the Ice City two days ago.

Mu Xingqiu had to grab one of Shen Shang's arm and ran faster, finally making him less talk.

"Haha, this is different from casting spells......" Shen Shang swallowed too many winds and snowflakes and couldn't say the complete sentence.

Mu Xingqiu moved northward. When he crossed Baiyue Mountain, it was still bright. When he walked out of the range of the Douzhuan Star Movement Formation, it was already dusk. The night was just beginning to fall, and Shen Shang was able to cast his spell smoothly.

"No magic is like losing hands and feet. Look, I can fly again. I just climbed over the road just now." Shen Shang's magic weapons were thrown away, so he directly cast the spell and flew up and down in the air, circled around Mu Xingqiu, making various complex tricks, and squandering his few magic powers.

Mu Xingqiu was still running on the ground. He tried to fly, but his meridians and the Jiang Palace had been destroyed. The most basic process of Taoist spells could not be carried out. All spells could only be thought in the mind and could not be used.

The illusion of mind is not affected. Mu Xingqiu can throw out the lightning-bolt whip and capture Shen Shang's overly excited emotions.

The way the magic power of the demon clan is definitely very similar to that of the demon clan, so the mind illusion technique, which is recognized as closely related to the demon clan, has not been greatly affected.

Mu Xingqiu slowed down. There was a large forest ahead, which looked very deserted, but he had already felt the resistance of the spell.

Shen Shang fell from the sky, like a sudden death bird, plunged into the snow, but he was not dead, so he stood up and jumped off the snow on his face, "Ha, I feel that the ban of Taoism is really powerful, just like a solid wall."

"From now on, you have to shut up." Mu Xingqiu said.

Shen Shang is over 100 years old, and his appearance is no different from that of an old man, but his temperament is more lively than that of a child. However, he can tell the difference between priorities and immediately shut up and make a series of movements on his lips with his hands, indicating that he will never speak again.

Mu Xingqiu shouted in the direction of the forest: "Zhou Qi, I'm here. We still have a fight. Where is Mu Songxuan?"

A cold wind blew, and a whistling sound came from the forest, and then Zhou Qi's voice sounded, "Water in the sword, the head actually handed over the pool water to you."

Mu Xingqiu glanced at the palm of his hand, and two drops of water-like mucus were shaking gently, "Where is Mu Songxuan?"

Zhou Qi did not show up, and walked out of the forest, closed his hands in front of his chest, without holding a sword, holding a bald man.

The bald man was still wrapped in mucus, emitting colorful lights, like a weird lantern.

"Wow, the things in the bald man's head are really messy, but they look pretty good. You said that all the monkeys died? What a pity, I would rather let them suck my inner elixir away, so I don't have to ask Yang Qingyin to accept the method of destroying again. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of her..." Shen Shang still spoke.

The Taoist priests are in danger of their lives when they vomit pills. Accepting the method of re-destruction can retain their lifespan for more than a hundred years. All the magic power of the inner elixir is sucked away by the mucus of the monkey, and they will become weaker than ordinary mortals. Like the little demon Feifei, they will not live long, and Shen Shang's words are just a joke.

The bald man's situation is even more dangerous. He can survive all the time by relying on a little demon seed in his soul. If even it is sucked out, he will die immediately.

Bingkui stopped, only a hundred steps away from Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu did not move, and had a powerful spell prohibition in front of him, which turned these hundred steps into an insurmountable gap. In any case, seeing the bald man made him feel much more at ease.

"Zhou Qi, do you remember me? I am Shen Shang from Pang Shan. We met once a few decades ago." Shen Shang is a Taoist family and always has the opportunity to meet high Taoist priests from various Taoist priests. "I really didn't expect that even you would be possessed. I remember you have been studying the technique of soul-retaining and soul-resulting. How was it going?"

The Taoist priests of the Forbidden Secret Department all have their own research directions. Zuo Liuying focuses on the demon seeds, and Zhou Qi is more interested in souls, but he cares about only one thing at this moment, "Don't think that you and your head have deceived me. These are all Yi Shijun's tricks. He told the head to hand over the water of the sword washing pool to you. He sacrificed a soul and gave you such a little thing."

"A little? No one dares to say that the water in the sword washing pool is a little bit, right? You must know that the sword washing pool is different from other Taoist treasures. A drop of water can possess the power of the entire sword washing pool." Shen Shang rushed to respond, looking around, looking for Zhou Qi's figure.

"A powerful magic weapon must have powerful power to exert it. Mu Xingqiu, I saw your two swords. What else can you do? Let me see."

"You will see it, can you start fighting?" Mu Xingqiu was also looking for Zhou Qi, but he has not found it.

"Start? The battle has begun the moment you left the Dou Zhu Xingxing Formation. Mu Xingqiu, if you want to fight with the Shintoshi, your eyes must be wider."

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