Jincu's memory has been restored more, but it is not coherent. The lack of causes and consequences in the constant jumping makes him very distressed.

The earlier the memory is, the clearer he remembers that he once had a demon army. The one who helped him lead the demon army was a Taoist priest named Shen Shang. When the Holy Mother Wanzi decided to leave the land of the demons and go to the sea for a temporary retreat, she sent an invitation to the King of Fan. Jin Cu and Shen Shang declined. They decided to stay and help those demons who had no time to escape.

The demon army of the King of Idiot ran around and saved the lives of many demon clans. Most of the rescued people were sent to the sea to seek refuge in the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons, and some of them went to the country of sacrificial life, leaving few people behind.

The next memory disappeared for a long time, and Jincuo could not remember the whereabouts of this demon army.

Regarding Mu Donger, Jincuo's memory is even more chaotic. He can roughly tell Mu Donger's appearance, but he doesn't understand the other person's life experience. He only thinks that he is a strange child who can cast strange spells. In fact, he feels that his memory becomes chaotic before and after Mu Donger casts it.

Then there are some more unformed fragments, like unreliable dreams. Jincu can only be sure of one thing: there is a real demon in the Dingye Tower of the Demon Trick Mountain. He has seen half of the demons and Bingkui kneel down to the demons.

The demon clan is quite similar to the demon golem that Jincuo dug out a few years ago. It is about three feet tall, burly and majestic. It is not wearing black silver soul armor, but a set of brown armor made of a large number of demon horns. The weapon in the hand is very simple. It is a wooden stick of similar height, and there are many uncut branches on it.

The image of the demon clan in Jincuo's mind was extremely clear. He could even see those ruthless eyes and cold breaths... He believed that he must have been very close to this demon clan.

"So, Mu Dong'er was captured by the demons? How much suffering does he have to suffer?" The bald man kept jumping up and down in the air, and was finally held down by Xiao Hao.

"Suffer? No, he did not suffer, no one suffered, we...we..." Jincuo denied that he had been abused at the hands of the demons, but could not recall too many details.

"It's all the fault of the dragon demon if you are not by your mother. And you, Jincuo, why didn't you send Mu Dong'er back to me?" The bald man blamed. As long as it was involved in Brother Xiaoqiu's son, he would not be able to maintain justice.

"My mother?"

"Spiritual King Yang Qingyin, you can't even remember her?"

Jincuo shook his head in pain, recalling those vague but not very clear memories, which gave him a great headache.

"The King of Fen needs a rest." Feifei once saw Jin Cu commanding the demons with his own eyes, so he respected him very much.

The bald man broke free from Xiao Yao's palm, "He rests. Let's go to the mountain and tower of Demon."

"Demon-Shifting Mountain Dingye Tower, I think we may not be the opponents of the demons." Feifei said.

"If the demon clan is half powerful in legend, we must be no match for it, but are there really demon clans?" Xiao Hao looked around and his eyes fell on the Jin clan. "His memory was obviously imprisoned by magic, and it is likely that it had been tampered with. Perhaps the part about the demon clan is false. The real demon clan is still practicing body in Wangshan. The one guarding Dingye Tower is actually a false demon."

"Yes, it's a false demon. Let's go and save people quickly." The bald man urged.

"But what is the purpose of the false demon? If you deceive Mu Xingqiu, he will die. There is a fraud. You must not underestimate the enemy. You must know yourself and your enemy. What will Zuo Liuying do at this time? Well, he must not say anything and use a straw hat to block his face. When Mu Xingqiu fights the false demon almost as soon as he suddenly jumps out and says mysterious words. It turns out that everything is in his plan, haha... Oh, why can't I think so far? When Mu Xingqiu comes back, my brain seems to be even less useful. It's all his fault. He has made up all the plans, so I can only be lazy..."

"Xiaohao, what are you talking about? How to save Mu Dong'er?" The bald man was confused when he heard this.

Xiao Hao nodded a long time, "Go to act according to the opportunity." After that, he walked to the side and sat down to think.

The bald man became even more confused and looked at Feifei.

"This place is still far from the Demon Finger Mountain, so don't worry. When you arrive, you will find a way. It has been a while since the Japanese king and the others fell into the hands of the demon clan. Mu Dong'er was fine at that time, and it should be fine now."

The bald man had no other way, so he flew straight to the top of Mieshi's head and looked forward. He couldn't tell the direction. He only felt that the night sky was vast and the Xuanwu was flying too slowly. The bright stars in the sky were like a group of little monsters who were scammering and blinking at him.

Feifei walked to Jincuo and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I can't remove the rope now, you may...because you still lose your memory."

"Do you recognize me?" Jincuo did not force freedom.

"Um."

"Are you a demon clan?"

Feifei nodded. Although his cicada wings were gone, his slightly pointed ears and small fangs still showed the bloodline of the demon clan.

"There was once a demon army following me."

"I was also one of the demon clans who followed the Fan King back then, and was later taken away by Master Mu."

"I must have made a major mistake to lose this army."

"The demon clan voluntarily follows you, the King of Fan, we respect you because you are one of the few monsters who really care about the life and death of the demon clan. The demon clan is like a plant planted in a garden. Because of some medicine, it is harvested by the strong ones one after another. Our flesh and bones are much more valuable than life. But you care about our lives, not the demonic weapon on us. So we respectfully call you the King of Fan. When other strong people argue about who this world belongs to, you are trying to make the demon clan live. Please don't blame yourself, the King of Fan, you have made far more money to the demon clan."

Feifei is a little girl with a figure that is no different from an eight or nine-year-old child, but his expression is mature.

Jincu looked at him, and his eyes gradually became calm, "Thank you, I am not as great as you said, but thank you." Jincu slowly lay down, looked up at the sky, thinking about who he was.

Feifei set a separate prohibition for Jincuo so that he could rest without any interference.

Xiao Hao had already opened his eyes, "Are the words you just said sincere?"

"When King Fan became the leader of the demon clan, I witnessed it with my own eyes. It was one of the most exciting moments in my life. King Fan was worthy of my look up to me." Feifei's face turned red again, but his tone became more firm.

"The spell that binds him is very powerful. The Jin Clan may become... another monster at any time, which is completely opposite to him who is worthy of your look. How many demon tribes he has saved will kill as many as he will."

"I will hate those evil spells, but I still look up to the King of Chia."

"Wow, you never grow up. I didn't notice that you are no longer a child."

Feifei, who is not a child, also blushed like a child, "I am not very old, I am only in my teenage years, and my practice has had an impact on me..."

"Ah, that's right, practice will change your temperament. No wonder you are becoming more and more like a Taoist priest."

Feifei's face turned redder, but Xiao Hao's tone turned sharply, from reward to disdain, "So I don't like practicing. What's the point of becoming a Taoist priest? In the end, you are like me, and I am like you. Everyone has become one person, so their appearance is a little different, but the Taoist priest doesn't care about appearance. Among so many high-level Taoist priests, Zuo Liuying is a little special. As soon as he withdrew from the Taoist throne, I thought, this is a unique Taoist priest. I want to make a connection with him."

"Master Mu Yao is also a unique Taoist priest..."

"But Zuo Liuying is more handsome."

Feifei frowned slightly. He admired Zuo Liuying very much. When it comes to appearance, he always felt that this high Taoist priest was too feminine.

"Well. So you have the same opinion as Yang Qingyin. You think that Taoist priests who dare to fight with powerful enemies are more handsome, right? There is also bald man. You are from the same sect, I am from another sect... Xiao Youyou and me."

Xiao Hao was talking like this, and suddenly he had a whim. Feifei was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. A bald man's cry came from the air: "Look, is the Decisive Night Tower in front of him?"

They set out for less than one night, and at the speed of Demonic Finger Mountain, they were at least ten days away from Demonic Finger Mountain. It was impossible for them to arrive so quickly. Feifei and Xiaohao rose up at the same time and came to the top of Demonic Finger Head and looked at them together.

There is indeed a high mountain in front of the right, breaking through the clouds, and a towering iron tower stands above, each floor emits a cold red light.

"Go to Dingye Tower, Die Shi, go to Dingye Tower!" The bald man shouted, but Die Shi did not listen to his orders at all and continued to fly in the original direction.

"Feifei, you're squeaking." said the bald man.

"This... this cannot be the Dingye Tower." Feifei said in surprise, "that looks like an illusion."

"Mu Dong'er!" A bitter scream suddenly came from the turtle's back. As expected, he lost his memory again, only remembering these three words.

"Look, this is not a coincidence. Mu Dong'er must be in this tower." The bald man was so anxious that he even wanted to fly over by himself.

Xiao Yao grabbed the bald man's bun and said, "It's okay to go and see it. Don't get close. Fly around for a few circles and observe it."

Feifei directed the world to change direction, keeping a distance of dozens of miles from the mountain tower, slowly circling, and no demons flew out in the tower to fight.

The bald man became more and more anxious, and even felt that there seemed to be a cry from a child in the tower.

When it was about to dawn, Mishi walked around and found no abnormalities. Feifei finally let Mishi fly to the tower under the urging of the bald man.

A distance of only a few dozen miles, Mishi flew for a few hours. The closer the distance, the more ordinary the mountain and the tower seemed. At dusk that day, Mishi finally approached the iron tower and also approached the ground. Lao Chong, Ouyang Lu, Gan Zhiwei was looking up with a smile.

Destruction returned to its original place.

Shan and Tower disappeared with a puff, and the bald man was shocked, "What's going on?"

Lao Chi said loudly: "Welcome back, don't worry, Mu Xingqiu and the Lingwang went to save Mu Dong'er in person."

"How did Mu Xingqiu know our location...oh." Xiao Hao suddenly understood, turned to Feifei, and nodded, "You have really grown up. Did you secretly contact Mu Xingqiu?"

"It was Master Mu's contacting me..." Feifei blushed. He always felt that Bald's plan was too risky, so he left a clue. His original intention was to contact the Spirit King, but the message was Mu Xingqiu.

"In one month, Mu Xingqiu will definitely be able to come back." Lao Chi said confidently.

It was mid-August, and as Lao Chi was expected, Mu Xingqiu would definitely be able to successfully save Mu Dong'er in September, and then participate in the October final battle in Wangshan.

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