Like all flying demons, Black Phoenix likes to live in a nest on the trees. Her apartment occupies a redwood tree, and the entrance is located on the tree seven or eight feet tall.

The black phoenix landed at the door and turned around and smiled, "Dao Zun thinks I'm too simple here, are you worried about a trap?"

Mu Xingqiu stopped a dozen steps away from the tree house. He was not afraid of the black phoenix making any tricks. He just felt that the atmosphere around him was not right. There were giant redwood trees everywhere, with nests on the trees, or holes were made directly on the tree or built on branches, but it was too quiet. In such a huge redwood forest, it seemed that only the black phoenix was living.

"I want to go and meet Zuo Liuying first."

"Even if the sky falls - the innocence of the Battle Demon Mountain may fall - the Zuo Taoist will not end his seclusion. Dao Zun, don't worry, take a break with me, wait for me to introduce the situation here, it will be not too late for Dao Zun to make a decision." Heihuang was still smiling, all her smiles seemed hazy, perhaps the inevitable result of a blurred face, and it seemed to have other profound meanings.

Mu Xingqiu signaled the fleas to stay outside and not to walk away. He carried the little demon Feifei to the entrance, "How many demon clans are there in Zhanmo Mountain?"

Heihuang stood sideways at the door and thought for a while, "Including the thousands of demon clans brought by the Spirit King... it's about seven thousand, and some of them are not allowed to go to the battlefield."

Mu Xingqiu put down Feifei and walked into the tree house. His eyes lit up. The room was not big, but it was extremely clean. There was a soft blanket on the ground, the brocade curtains were hanging low, and a small round table was placed in the middle. The fragrance wafted out from the teapot. Not long after it was brewed, there were exquisite embroidery stakes on both sides, which looked more like small decorations for people to appreciate, rather than seats for rest.

There is a staircase leading up on your right hand, and this floor is just a place to meet.

Feifei stood beside Mu Xingqiu's legs, not even breathing. His former home was also a tree hole, and it was very comfortable to live there. But compared with this place, he was embarrassed to mention that he was also a flying demon.

Heihuang bent down and reached out to pinch the loose skin on Feifei's face, "Are you a cicada-winged demon?"

Feifei nodded woodenly.

"How did you look like this ghost?"

Feifei swallowed his saliva and couldn't speak.

Heihuang smiled twice, sat on an embroidery pier, pointed to the other side and said, "Daozun, please sit down and taste the new tea from Zhanmo Mountain. Although this place is in the extreme north, the tea produced by magic tricks has a unique flavor. When you first enter it, you may feel a little bitter. After that, the fragrance remains. The demon clan will not give a good name, just call it magic tea."

Mu Xingqiu didn't sit down, looked around and placed Feifei on the embroidery pier, and then said, "I hope to know the situation of Zhanmo Mountain as soon as possible."

Heihuang smiled and nodded, poured a cup of tea for Feifei opposite him, watched him take a sip, and then looked up and said, "The Spirit King led the Taoists to the north to find out Bingkui's movements ten days ago. The demon king Feizu led his army to the northwest. The Holy Mother of Wanzi and the King of Yufei led another unit to guard the northeast. The general Zhantian went to the southeast to summon reinforcements. There is no news yet. The only ones who stayed in the Battle Demon Mountain were me and a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people."

Black Phoenix suddenly turned to Feifei, "Is it delicious? Little Demon."

Feifei nodded quickly. In order to prove that what he said was true, he hurriedly picked up the teacup and took another sip. He wanted to hit the table with his head, but he did not dare to show it at all.

"What do you mean when you said that the Taoists don't welcome me.

"This... is actually understandable. Dao Zun left the Ice City and went back. He would rather be in a barren land with another group of demon clan guards than come to find everyone, plus the matter of the Spirit King..."

"I heard she was injured."

"I'm not here." Heihuang emphasized specifically that before the fire of the hidden dragon burned, she and most of the demons had left the Ice City. "I heard that the Spirit King rushed into the fire in order to save Dao Zun's inner elixir and burned his right arm. I didn't see it, because the Spirit King never showed his right hand since then."

Black Phoenix leaned forward slightly, and her face became clearer, especially her eyes, which were extremely beautiful eyes, as clear as a mountain spring, with sunshine scattered on the water surface, and the eyelashes on the upper and lower sides were like tall bamboos. These two springs may be rare, but they have no deep meaning, but they seem very happy.

Feifei, who was sitting opposite him, just secretly looked at these eyes, and a dumb smile appeared on his face.

Mu Xingqiu smiled, "So you are also good at illusion, we can have some discussions."

Black Phoenix's face immediately became blurred again, "How dare I? The demon clan's illusion is not very capable. It is okay to deceive ordinary mortals with naked eyes, but they can't hide the Taoist priest's eyes." She turned to Feifei again, "What's your name?"

"Fei...Fei Fei."

"Three flying? What a strange name."

"I'm sorry, it's two Feifei, Feifei." The little demon's face suddenly turned red.

"I know at least ten demon tribes named Feifei, but unfortunately they all died. Tell me, Feifei, what did you see just now?"

Feifei's face turned redder.

"Take another sip, and the tea will be even more bitter when it is cold."

Feifei drank the tea in the cup. He had just seen his mother's appearance on the black phoenix's face. Although it was only similar, it made him miss it very much. Suddenly, he felt a sense of sleepiness. He didn't want to sleep, nor did he dare to sleep. But the harder he tried to support the sleepiness, the more obvious it was. Before falling off the embroidered pier, he heard the misty voice of the black phoenix, "Reality is the best illusion, remember, the little demon..."

Feifei fell asleep on the carpet, with a smile on his face.

Heihuang raised her hand and wiped her face, revealing her true face. Those eyes were real. Her whole appearance was worthy of these eyes, but she had no smile. "The magic is too scattered and it is difficult to learn from each other, so I walked among humans very early, learned magic from the casual cultivators, and then combined with magic. Slowly I had this appearance now, used to please humans - is this an illusion in the eyes of Daozun?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head. He didn't like this way of talking around, but he was still patient. Heihuang was right. Her appearance was more convincing than illusion.

"After doing fakes, it becomes true, and reality is always more powerful. This is what a casual cultivator told me, and he taught me the technique of twins. I have never practiced it to the highest level, which will allow me to create a real clone."

"Yes." Mu Xingqiu said perfunctorily. He didn't think that Black Phoenix would be more powerful after having a clone.

"Hey, what do I do when I say this?" Heihuang's smile seemed to be through the sunshine of the flower branches. He must have practiced for a long time. "The Battle of Demon Mountain is now divided into two factions, one faction is responsible for the battle and the other is responsible for the escape. Which faction is Dao Zun planning to support?"

"I need to know more about the situation, and also know the reasons of the two factions. How did the Taoist priests decide?"

"The Spirit King is in charge of the battle, and she and the Taoists have to fight to Wangshan. Feizu is also the main battle faction. After all, this is his hometown, but he doesn't want to attack Wangshan. As for other demon clans... The Feather King, Zhan Tian and I think this battle is of little significance. It's not that they don't want to fight, but that it's better to gather more power and start a war. There is also the Holy Mother of Wanzi, and no one knows what she thinks. She seems to be fine."

Mu Xingqiu roughly understood, "How much do you know about Bingkui?"

"Not many, I heard that Bingkui was transformed from tree seeds, and the main messenger behind it was a group of Wangshan Taoist priests. They all had to worship Taoist priests in the battle of Ice City. Otherwise, everyone would still believe in the legend of Bingkui's invincibility. We also heard about the Douzhu Star Movement Array and the seven major pivot positions. Since the first pivot position has been broken, there seems to be no need to break the second pivot position."

"Have you come?" Mu Xingqiu immediately guessed who instilled the idea, and only Yishijun could reach the Demon Mountain faster than him.

"Rumor said that Yi Shijun has been here, but I didn't see him. No one really saw him. Everything is rumor." Heihuang's eyes almost occupied half of her face, which was like invitation and rejection. She unconsciously used the magic of the demon clan again.

"You should explain your reasons clearly to Yang Qingyin."

"The Spirit King is not easy to speak now." Heihuang smiled, trying to dilute the doubts about the Spirit King in his words.

"I'll go see the Taoists later." Mu Xingqiu was really fed up with a banshee.

"I think Dao Zun's best not to go."

"I think you'd better say everything you should say."

Heihuang smiled again, this time she smiled bitterly. She probably even trained such a smile, so it did not affect her beauty at all. "It's not that I don't want to say it, it's really hard to describe it. I was originally a flying demon, and after a long period of practice, I was able to have the appearance of this now. Even Dao Zun said that this is not an illusion, but which one of the past me or the present me is real?"

Mu Xingqiu didn't understand why the topic turned to this place again, "It's all real, just like a person's appearance will change, whether he was young or old later, it's real."

"The appearance is easy to understand, but what about the heart? For example, a demon wants to be a human, and he also thinks he is a human, or the other way around is the same. How does this count?"

"The more I listened, the more confused I became. What happened to Yang Qingyin?" If it weren't for respect, Mu Xingqiu really wanted to use illusion to enter Heihuang's brain and see what she was thinking.

"The Spirit King... has undergone some changes recently, some strange changes, such as she loves to laugh more than before, but she is more and more determined. No one can refute her orders and always lead a few people out to inquire about the situation. We all think it is too risky to do this, but she doesn't care."

"Also, the Spirit King always keeps a word on his lips now--never admit defeat."

Heihuang paused for a while, stared at Mu Xingqiu, seeing if he understood what he meant, and then slowed down his speech. "We all think that the Spirit King is imitating a person, that is, the Taoist Lord, but the Spirit King is not just imitating it. She seems to really regard herself as... the Taoist Lord. The reason why we don't support the war with Bingkui is the most important reason. After all, it's hard to tell whether this is the Spirit King's idea or... she imagines the Taoist Lord's idea. But these things cannot be told to the Spirit King, and they can't even mention them..."

The demon clan didn't know much about the practice of Taoism, but Mu Xingqiu immediately understood that Yang Qingyin's love disaster broke out.

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