Mu Xingqiu's memory entering the feathers not only saw the scene, but also saw what the memory holder thoughts.

The more he experienced, the more confused he felt: He was a demon clan, why should he obey a small group of humans? Longbin would be the guardian of the human dynasty and the vassal states, why should he watch the villagers walk into the abyss without stopping?

The moon is dark and the wind is high. He thought, at this time, the moon is dark and the wind is high. Is it because the monsters want to hide their whereabouts, or is the stars and moons in the sky who are afraid to take the initiative to hide behind the dark clouds?

He abandoned the useless random thoughts in his mind. If the small group of people above knew that they were powerful and could dig out all ideas from his mind, his life would be difficult to save.

The villages in the forests, grasslands, rivers, small bridges, dirt roads, thatched houses, and border villages are surprisingly similar. The poor probably have no choice but to imitate each other and build exactly the same house.

He also felt glad that he, who was born in the demon clan, had not become a poor man who could not eat enough and wear warmth, nor was he chased by Taoist priests and talisman masters everywhere. There was nothing to complain about.

If that small group of people were right in front of him, he would kneel down and be grateful.

A gust of wind blew, not in line with the season, without roots and no passes, which usually means that things are about to happen, and he is ready to hold four or five paper talismans in his hands.

He should not make mistakes. He reminded himself that he should never make mistakes. He could get his status and status today, not just the favor of the small group of people, but his exquisite talisman sacrifice techniques and a serious and responsible attitude.

A green light appeared in the forest, like a lantern someone was carrying, but it was moving forward surprisingly faster, faster than the tiger and leopard that were rushing towards its prey. It crawled into the grass, swam across the river, and jumped around on the dirt road. When it came out of this house, it went into that house...

The village was not big, with only a few more than thirty families in total, and the green light quickly jumped over. It obviously did not find delicious food, and returned to the forest without hesitation and disappeared quickly.

The green light is not under his control, and higher talisman masters will solve it in the right place, and there may be Taoist priests involved.

He did not want to meet Taoist priests, because it was a deep-rooted fear in his heart. He could mingle among humans with peace of mind, but Taoist priests could see through his true identity at a glance.

The villagers walked out of their homes one after another, wearing their sleeping clothes, regardless of gender, age and age. They all staggered, their steps were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and they did not say hello to each other, nor did they have a clear direction. The family was separated, the children did not follow their mothers, and the wives did not care about their husbands' whereabouts, and they went their own way. To be precise, they did not care whether there was a road or not, they just walked around as they pleased.

He appeared from the air. With the help of the power of the talisman, he could float in the air and hide without appearing.

The mission is very simple, but it can only be performed by him alone. This is a secret mission and can never be disclosed. Only he and that small group of people know.

He flew over the village, constantly sacrificing talismans to stun the villagers, no one was alert, and no one resisted. The whole task was very easy, but he could not miss even a baby, and could not touch any of them.

All the villagers fell down, and he continued to circle and took out paper talismans to check the situation in each room. Two old men who were paralyzed in bed and three babies who had been months old were found.

One should not miss it and have to perform the task with the most serious attitude. He circled twice again. Sure enough, a domestic dog and a plowing ox were also attacked by green light and had to be killed immediately.

An unmanned carriage came from the darkness, and the sound of the wheels produced was particularly clear, like the squealing sound made by a greedy person when eating.

He continued to carry out the mission, and the sacrifice talisman sent all the villagers who fainted onto the carriage. After blessing, the carriage could hold everyone.

The carriage left and re-entered the darkness. He thought that he would probably never know where the carriage and the villagers were going.

He flew in the other direction and reminded himself not to think about it anymore.

The memory in Black Feather ends here.

The night faded away, and Mu Xingqiu returned to the world of ice and snow. Even though he was proficient in illusion, he was a little confused for a moment, and the boundary between illusion and reality became blurred.

Yi Shijun kept his promise, which was the memory of many years ago. Like all Yi Shijun's memories, the demon clan talisman master inside did not leave his name.

This memory is very important, which shows that Long Binhui is indeed deliberately indulging the demons to invade humans and take them away. Is it to test new spells? Or to create talisman writing materials? The demon talisman master who provides memory knows nothing, but Mu Xingqiu still feels excited and angry.

The people in Yelin Town may still be alive, although it is only possible, it still makes Mu Xingqiu very excited.

Mu Xingqiu was also angry because Longbin's methods of treating humans were not much different from those magicians who used live demons to sacrifice, but were just more hidden. The Taoist sect may not know about it, or may not be willing to intervene, and regard this as a privilege of Longbin's association.

But the clue was interrupted. Mu Xingqiu didn't know where Long Bin would send the demon invasion of humans. The only people who knew about it were the soul-changers, but they had already hidden it. It was very difficult to find it out.

There is also a memory in the feathers of how to treat the burns of the Hidden Dragon Fire. It is very simple, but very difficult to do. Mu Xingqiu stood there, thinking back and forth between Yelin Town and Yang Qingyin.

Feifei and Flea were both looking at Mu Xingqiu, one concerned and the other was curious.

"Do you have other family members?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Feifei shook his head, "There is no village for the cicada-winged demon, we are just a family, and I have never seen any relatives."

"I have a father and a younger brother." Mu Xingqiu remembered his younger brother who always had two lines of snot. In his memory, he had never heard of his younger brother's official name.

"The demon master's father and brother must also be great demon masters." Feifei said respectfully.

"They are ordinary people. They were kidnapped a few years ago. I have never cared about it. I only care about my own practice...I want to find them back."

Mu Xingqiu waved his hand and threw Feifei on the flea's back and flew in front. He still wanted to go to the Battle Demon Mountain first to see Yang Qingyin's situation, ask Zuo Liuying to restore the bald man to normal, and find the tiger talisman master Gao Fuwei, and no matter what method he used, he would retrieve the lost memories in his mind.

Zhanmo Mountain is located thousands of miles east of the Ice City. The reason why it has not been destroyed by the Taoist throne is that it can become a force of the demon clan, one is because of the harsh environment, and the other is that it has been operating underground for many years, with deep and complex caves, so it is enough to protect itself without provoking high Taoist priests.

Ten days later, Mu Xingqiu rushed to Zhanmo Mountain, which was a large deserted mountainous area. Even if it was covered with snow, it could not hide the barrenness of the place. Looking around, there were almost no trees, and there were no traces of birds and beasts. It was hard to imagine how a large group of demons survived here.

What is even more unimaginable is where this large group of demons went. There were no roads or buildings in the Battle Demon Mountain, nor did there be any demon soldiers patrolling the mountain. It was a vast area of ​​white. Even the entrance to the cave could not be found.

Mu Xingqiu roared on different hills and finally received a response on the fifth mountain. A thunder sounded loudly from a nearby mountain. Mu Xingqiu flew over and saw a cave entrance behind the mountain.

There were no guards at the entrance of the cave. Mu Xingqiu landed, Xin walked into the cave, and went down, and soon fell into complete darkness, with fleas following behind him. Feifei, the little demon on his back, suddenly made a giggle of teeth colliding.

"Don't be afraid, this is the territory of the demon clan." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Yes, sorry, I'm not, not afraid, I'm a little cold."

Only then did Mu Xingqiu notice that the cave was cold and harsh. But except for the illusion of mind, he could not cast any other spells, so he said: "The bead given to you by Yi Shijun is a good thing. Haven't you found its place? Try to rotate it. This will warm you up and will be of great benefit to your practice."

Mu Xingqiu carefully checked the situation in Feifei's body. Although he couldn't tell what the bead left by Yi Shijun was. However, he felt that it had similarities with the inner alchemy, but it could not generate magic power, which should be helpful for Feifei's condensation of Qi into a pill.

Feifei nodded, and concentrated on rotating the beads in his abdomen. His teeth stopped clattering. The beads did not generate heat, but after Feifei entered the state of indulgence, his patience increased a lot.

The cave is very long and winding, and steps have been dug in some steep places. Mu Xingqiu and the fleas flew all the way, saving some time.

I don’t know how long I walked, but Mu Xingqiu felt that it was hundreds of feet deep into the ground, and a light finally appeared in front of me.

There is a unique cave under the Zhanmo Mountain. This is not a narrow and winding cave like the Wolf Cave in Baiyue Mountain, but a large forest and grassland, with bright colors. It is the middle of winter outside, but it is early autumn. Groups of animals are eating grass, and there is actually a sun above their heads. Although Mu Xingqiu could tell at a glance that it was transformed from magic, he still admired it very much.

Like the Taoist traditions of various schools, it is obviously accumulating magic here over countless years.

Mu Xingqiu stood at the entrance of the cave for a while, and always felt that someone should come to lead the way. Although he was very determined when he left the Ice City, since Zhan Mo Mountain opened the entrance to him, he would not throw him here.

The flea's eyes swept around and judged the scene here. In its standards, Zhanmo Mountain can only be regarded as an ordinary work. The little demon Feifei is still in a state of conceiving. He succeeded three days ago. Although this is a simple step, he learned it slowly than ordinary Taoist disciples, but he is very solid and easily uninfluenced by the outside world.

"The Lord of Dao is here-we don't know what to say."

A voice came from the air. Mu Xingqiu looked up and saw a woman with a blurred face in black. "Heihuang, you don't have to say anything, take me to see the Taoists."

"It's really unfortunate that the Taoist priests are not here, otherwise I wouldn't have been here to welcome the Taoist priest." Black Powder landed on the ground, and she had competed with Mu Xingqiu several times. This was the first time she got along alone. Even if she was only more than ten steps apart, her face was still blurred and could not be seen clearly with her eyes.

Mu Xingqiu guessed that the black phoenix used it to cover his face was not a magic trick, but a certain magic weapon.

"Where have the Taoists gone?"

"It is said that Bingkui is about to attack. The Spirit King leads the Taoist priests to inquire about the situation. It will take a few days to come back."

"Where is Zuo Liuying?"

"The Taoist Zuo is still here, but he is in seclusion and no one will see him."

Mu Xingqiu felt a little strange, "Who is the one who is the one who is in charge of the Battle of Demon Mountain now?"

Heihuang smiled, "This is the problem. Please allow me to ask recklessly: Does Dao Zun support the war with Bingkui in Zhanmo Mountain?"

"What's wrong?" Mu Xingqiu did not answer directly. Although Yi Shijun strongly suggested not to stay in Zhanmo Mountain, he was unwilling to make a final decision before learning more about the situation.

"Nothing, we just want to-" Heihuang's vague smile appeared on his blurred face, "I hope Dao Zun can be prepared in his heart. The Spirit King and the Taoist priests may not welcome you."

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