"What kind of spell is this?"

"We should ask what state this is, living people? dead people? half life and half dead? The soul is gone? Where is his original body?"

"It doesn't matter where the body is. Kill the soul and the original body will naturally decay... ≦,"

"He can hold on for so long after being hit by the Wuxiang Demon Sound. It's a bit of skill. Such a special body and soul are rare. Do you want to bring him back to Wangshan?"

"That's not our duty. Kill him and get the demon seed back."

The five half-demons, old and young, were all human men. They said one after another, looked at each other, and walked towards the light blue smoke ball.

The flea's front hooves were raised and fell heavily. Five cracks carried sword lights and sabers to attack five targets. The black robe on the half-demon instantly turned into interlocking mail, blocking the attack from the feet. Mars splashed and their pace slowed down.

"What a fierce beast."

"Be careful, this Qilin has used the Taiyin Fire in Yashan."

The flea was once Yang Qingyin's beast-refining object, and the spiritual connection between the two sides was not very stable. Yang Qingyin finally changed to the black phoenix. Without the guidance of the beast-raising master, the spirit beast could not emit any complex spells. The five elements gold under the flea's feet and the white light between the two horns on the head were both ancestral instincts. They were stimulated by it, which was completely different from the magic in the world.

The deck was not long, and the five half-demons were only about thirty steps away from the Qilin. They used their magic armor to resist the sword under their feet, and at the same time stretched out their arms and cast spells at the Qilin.

There were sounds, and black air as thick as a thumb shot out from the half-demon's hand, like a series of beaded arrows. The two sides were so close that as soon as the sound started, at least fifty black arrows had arrived in front of the Qilin.

The flea's two front hooves kept stomping on their backs, continuing to attack the enemy with the five elements of gold, and at the same time, shaking their heads and forming a white ball of light between the two corners. Small beads were shot out continuously, hitting the scattered black arrows.

The light blue Mu Xingqiu stopped behind the large light ball and was protected by it.

There was a little demon seed attached to the formless demon sound. After hitting the target Santian, it should have returned to the caster immediately, but Mu Xingqiu's three fields were not destroyed, and the cultivation pill inside was entangled with the demon seed. This was neither Mu Xingqiu's wish nor within the half-demon's plan.

But that happened. Five and a half demons wanted to retrieve their own demon seeds, but Mu Xingqiu had to completely eliminate the demon seeds in the three fields, otherwise his cultivation pill would be destroyed.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't help with anything, and devoted all his energy to activate the three practice pills.

The two front hooves of the fleas were trampling faster and faster. Cracks on the deck appeared one by one. The small light beads on the top of their heads splashed around like raindrops, only bypassing Mu Xingqiu behind them.

The five half-demons approached step by step, but their speed was slowing down. The distance between the two sides was too close, and the spell was almost emitted in front of them, and they would be hit if they were careless. But the half-demons still had the upper hand. They moved forward carefully because they were afraid of accidentally hurting the demon species.

"Design the formation." A half-devil ordered that the distance was close enough. There was no need to wait any longer.

The number of black arrows increased sharply, but did not shoot at the target, but stopped in the air and became denser. Finally, a large black ball was formed, wrapping the Qilin and the light blue smoke ball inside.

The black ball slowly shrank, and the small light bead shot from the unicorn can still penetrate several holes. Not long after, only a bang sound was left.

Facing the black ball, the fleas felt the pressure, but Mu Xingqiu noticed the pulling force. The demon seeds in the Santian were helped and were trying to rush out frantically. If they succeed, the result would be that Santian and the cultivation pill were destroyed at the same time.

The battle was going on fiercely, and the cracked deck made a squeaking sound. Yin Buchen, who went to get the rescue, had no news for a long time. There was only one terrified audience in the whole battle.

Takuyong was too weak. The five half-demons just glanced at him at first and never paid attention to him again.

Half Demon is sure to win, and Takuyong feels more and more disappointed. He should have become a half Demon, and from then on he firmly stands on the side of the winner.

He wanted to know if he still had a chance, "My name is Tuoyong, and the demons left me with noble soul..."

"Northern Soul?" The five half-demons have already stood firm and can be distracted to mock the half-demon. "Is there a voice that said these words to you?"

"Yes, right, just after my body died, that voice..." Takuyong received a response, and was very happy and ignored the ridicule.

"That voice is yours, and you naturally like to hear what you say. The 'noble soul' does not exist at all. At that time, I thought I was the descendant of the first generation of human emperors."

"But we are different after all, after all, we are the devil's chosen ones, right?" Takuyong could not have a noble soul, but he could not bear the mediocrity.

A half-demon in his sixties turned his head and looked at Taoyong coldly, "Don't think about it randomly. We are the Demon Selector, but it has nothing to do with the body and soul. The Demon Selector is the Dao Selector, and we all have the Dao roots."

Takuyong was shocked and blurted out: "I don't have any Taoist roots!"

"You have Taoist roots, but you haven't become a Taoist priest. After the age of fourteen or five, the Taoist roots shrink, and even the Taoist priests can't see it. Only the demons can resurrect the Taoist roots and make you a half-demon." The old and half-demon glanced at the four companions, "Many half-demons themselves don't know about such a simple thing, and they are used to their daydreaming."

The other four half-demons just laughed, and they didn't agree with this statement.

Tuoyong stayed for a while, "How could the Taoist sect miss these demon races and humans with Taoist roots?"

"The Taoist sect does not collect half of the demons, and it is rare for the disciples of beast monsters to come among you. It is normal to be missed. As for humans, we have not been missed, but we just failed to condense the pill."

"Are you all disciples of Taoism?" Tuoyong was shocked again.

“Once was.”

"The Taoist sect didn't get rid of you..."

"Haha, why did the Taoist dynasty get rid of us? For more than 100,000 years, the demon seed has never deliberately approached the disciples of "Waste Root". In the eyes of the Taoist dynasty, we are useless. At most, we are a group of relatively strong humans. When the Taoist dynasty retired a few years ago, most of the disciples who had not yet condensed the pill were left behind. The Taoist dynasty still hopes that we will become the core force of human beings. Haha."

A half-demon, eighteen or nineteen years old, said, "Yes, I was a disciple of Xingshan. I failed to condense the elixir for six years. Daotong retired, so I was sent back to my hometown. I joined the army and hoped to protect humans, but humans had long been decayed, and Longbin was just a sign of being aware of it. The emperors looked for ways to surrender to the demons. The so-called war was just to gain some negotiation conditions for themselves. I was killed in such a war, and then I woke up: the house was on fire and everyone ran out. Why should I stay behind? I should run faster than others."

Everyone has their own reasons to become a half-demon. Two half-demons, one old and one young, looked at each other and smiled, nodded and greeted each other, and then added force to cast spells together.

The black ball has shrunk very little, the banging sound inside is weakening, and the battle is about to end.

Takuyong left the most important question at the end, because he was afraid of hearing a completely desperate answer, "Can I... still... become a half-demon?"

The five half-demons turned their heads to look at him at the same time, and laughed at the same time. The older half-demon spoke: "Has the King of Sacrifice told you? None of the Tuo royal family members can become half-demons. Even if you have the Taoist roots, once you find out your identity, the demons will not accept you. This is the King of Sacrifice. As for the reason, you should ask him."

Takuyong was hit hard. It turned out that he was nothing, everything was a dream. What a grand plan he made in the dream. Maybe this is why the King of Sacrifice did not allow the royal family's children to become half-demons.

"You should feel glad that Daogen has given you a chance to live a new life. The physical sacrifice can not only accumulate strength, but also find the demon-selected candidates. No matter how old a person is, even if he is already aborted root in the eyes of the Daotong, he can survive the physical sacrifice. We will send you back to the Kingdom of Sacrifice and let you continue to be a royal child."

"I will not go back to the country of sacrifice." Tuoyong shook his head repeatedly. He knew very well that he would be punished after returning to the country. He would become a waste of the Tuo royal family, with endless ridicule and humiliation. He could imagine now, "I would rather die here than go back to the country of sacrifice."

"Then let you do what you want. There will be a physical sacrifice later at the summoning mountain. We will leave you here. After 49 days, you will still be distracted."

"There are many demon-selected people among the beast masters, and this will be a grand feast."

"Hey, if it weren't for these demon-selected people, how could the Battle of Yashan let them escape?"

"Not this time."

Five half-demons talked casually, and the magic circle had already taken shape, and they only needed to maintain it. Compared to killing Qilin and Mu Xingqiu, they were more concerned about regaining the demon seeds.

A roar came from the clouds and mist in the distance, and strange lights flashed, and it was obvious that a battle was also being held.

The five half-demons were unmoved and continued to discuss how many demon-selected people they could take away after the war.

Takuyong was forgotten again, looking into the distance, thinking that this was probably a reinforcement from Yin Buchen. The timid sirens who were as timid as a mouse did not take the opportunity to escape, which was a bit beyond his expectations.

"I will be ridiculed by all the demon races, including Yin Buchen." Thinking of this, Tuoyong's heart sank to the bottom and slowly walked towards the boat. Instead of dying from the physical sacrifice, he would rather end his life by himself.

After stepping on something under his feet, Takuyong looked down at him blankly, and after a while he recognized that it was a sacrificial country.

Izumo Kaew is very precious, usually given to the magician by the King of Sacrifice. Why did this one fall here? Takuyong has been sleeping all the time and has no memory of this period of time. He doesn't know about the second-grade magician Qi Xuntian.

"Pick it up." A voice sounded in his mind. Tuo Yong was shocked. Looking back, the five half demons were still chatting and casting spells, and they didn't care about him at all.

"Pick up the corner of the clouds." The sound rang out again, like Mu Xingqiu.

Tuoyong slowly bent down and picked up the Ichinkaku, but he no longer had the power of demons and could not control this precious demon weapon.

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