Huang Lang continued to search back and forth under the tower, accidentally stepped on an object, looked down and saw that it was the "Zhenguan Demon Record", so he quietly picked it up and hid it in his arms.

"Come here," Murray had marked the surrounding trees with stones in a circle.

Huang Lang approached and took a closer look, and the small stones around the stones were distributed on five sides, that is, the trees around the White Pagoda were distributed on the five sides of the White Tower, which happened to correspond to the five tones of the Gongshang Horn and the Feather. Among the five tones, the feather tone is the highest, so the most stones should be the direction indicated by the feather tone. Huang Lang counted the number of tower bells on the ground floor, which happened to correspond to the stones on the feather tone.

In that year, the river built a white tower, set up a tower bell, and took the "Mirror Heart Speech" as the law, and laid down the "scattered soul array", which could eliminate the demon soul of Zhuo Niu in ten years. There are three Buddhist scattered requiems, namely the golden song, the burning song, and the dissolving song. The song of the mirror heart is the golden song. Buddhism is complicated, gold is fluid, wood is the theorem, so the soul scattering golden curve array must be supplemented by wood to stabilize. Requiem is almost invulnerable, and monsters can't shake the roots, but as long as the auxiliary things are eliminated, Requiem can't be stabilized and will dissipate.

Mo Yan suddenly stretched out his black fingers, pointed at Huang Lang and said, "Can you find a way?" You have called me twice, but if you still can't find a way, your bones will be lost in an instant. ”

Huang Lang only understands music and law, not Buddhism, not to mention that he is just a mortal, how can he break the seal of the White Tower. But at this time, his life was instantaneous, and with the mentality of trying to the death, he pointed to the stones and said: "If you uproot these trees, the white tower will collapse." When he said this, his face was very calm, making Mo Yan unquestionable. But he only feigned composure and wanted to escape quietly while the ink was pulling out the tree.

When Mo Yan heard this, he flashed under the tree regardless of whether it was true or not, and applied a powerful demon poison to poison the roots of the tree. Every time he came under a tree, a puff of black smoke rose from its roots. He didn't think it would work, but when the sun set today, Zhuo Niu's demon soul had completely dissipated, so he had to put his hope in Huang Lang.

Huang Lang first walked leisurely under the white pagoda, and his eyes would quietly fall on Mo Lang from time to time, until the black figure was covered by the shade of the tree, he immediately set off and quickly ran towards the temple, but he didn't run a few steps, a wisp of black smoke flashed in front of his eyes, and Mo Lang had already appeared, blocking Huang Lang's way.

"You want to run," Mo Li's murderous intent was obvious, "you tricked me into destroying the tree and wanted to take this opportunity to escape." ”

Without much to say, Huang Lang had to fight to the death. He gathered his strength, fought with the demon, took the lead in his legs, and kicked the opponent in the abdomen.

Mo Yan didn't dodge, straightened up, and took this kick directly. But he didn't expect that mere mortals also had such strong strength, and his body flew straight out.

Huang Lang saw that the attack was effective, and immediately attacked with one leg and attacked his face. Naturally, Mo Lang would not be hit again, and immediately turned into black smoke, meandering, revealing an entity behind Huang Lang, and quickly holding Huang Lang's neck with his black claws.

The cold air swept through Huang Lang's body, and he knew that there was nowhere to escape, but his desire to survive was very strong, and he immediately forgive, "Don't kill me, demons also have a way, you promise to surround my life." ”

"Hmph, you mortal is too cunning to die!"

Huang Lang felt desperate, closed his eyes, and what came to mind was Qing'er's smiling face, that smile was so cheerful, so beautiful, under the reflection of lotus flowers, like a hibiscus fairy. This was the first time he saw Qing'er, who was only eleven years old at the time.

"Ding—"

A rapid bell sounded, it was the sound of a tower bell, but it was no longer as crisp and beautiful as before, but a continuous tinkling sound, like a piercing insect chirping.

"There is something wrong with the White Tower," Huang Lang immediately shouted loudly, "Hugh is going to hurt me, the White Tower is open." ”

Mo Yan immediately let go of Huang Lang, turned to look at the White Tower, and saw countless tower bells shaking, obviously the seal had been broken. Before he could look at it, he immediately turned into black smoke and surrounded the top of the white tower, and then the white tower shook, and a hole broke on the top of the tower, and all the black smoke poured in.

Huang Lang covered his neck, quickly ran away, and came to the temple, but as soon as he stepped into the temple, a huge sense of oppression followed. He was unable to move in the midst of this tremendous oppression, and even his body collapsed.

The seal of the White Pagoda had been broken, and a puff of black smoke dragged a wisp of white smoke into the temple, and immediately introduced the white smoke into the cloth bag wrapped in the white-veined toothed beast.

"Haha," Mo Li's shrill laughter rose in the temple, "Zhuo Niu, wake up!" his eyes were fixed on the cloth bag, but the cloth bag did not move.

"Young master, run!" Huang San's voice came from the roof. He had already woken up, before Huang Lang woke up, but he didn't open his eyes, and only after Mo Lang took Huang Lang away did he get up and take out the dagger that had been hidden in the cloth bag before, and dragged the tooth beast out of the cloth bag, and dragged the dead body of a monk into the cloth bag. At this time, he hugged the tooth beast tightly, and the dagger was aimed at the pig's head of the tooth beast.

"Black-clothed brute," Huang San roared at Mo Gong, "Hugh wants to hurt the young master of my family, what do you see in my arms?"

Mo Yan was annoyed and ashamed, but he was helpless, so he hurriedly opened the cloth bag, and saw that it was the dead body of the monk, and immediately cast a spell to pull out the demon soul of Zhuo Niu. He was afraid that the demon soul would dissipate, so he sucked it into his body and used his demon power to maintain the demon soul.

"Let go of the fangs, and I'll let you two go down the mountain. ”

When Huang San heard this, he held the dagger tighter, and shouted at Huang Lang again: "Young master, you go first, I will drag this demon." ”

Huang Lang got up, only glanced at Huang San, and then quickly ran towards the courtyard gate, and disappeared into the mountains and forests after a few ups and downs.

Only then did Huang San say to Mo Yan: "You beast must not move, Hugh will release black smoke to harm me again, if I see you move, I will immediately stab the dagger into this pig's head." ”

Naturally, the ink will not move. He originally wanted to quietly release a wisp of black poison to poison Huang San around the roof, but now, he was unable to cast a spell. Zhuo Niu's demon soul left the White Tower, already dying, and strayed into the monk's dead body, weak to the limit, Mo Yan can only use his whole body demon power to maintain the demon soul at this time. His demonic power is limited, and he can't spare his hands to deal with Huang San at this moment.

11

Hundreds of years ago, an ancient black stone in Youlong Pond was scooped up by the White Emperor and brought back to Mangdang Mountain, shining with starlight on a cold night for a hundred days, and finally broke out of the shell and turned into a black dragon. The black dragon is crippled, devours the White Emperor, obtains the supreme demon law, returns to the Youlong Pond, and snares the demons in the south to build a dragon underground palace, calling himself the "Night King". The Night King is powerful, fierce and cruel, and the demons in the south dare not obey, only the daughter of the phoenix, the colorful phoenix butterfly, fights against him.

The colorful phoenix butterfly, named Fengqi, is the lord of the southern Kun class. The two kings rose together, competing for the position of the demon king, fighting for a hundred years but not seeing a victory. A hundred years later, the Night King finally compromised and appointed Feng Qi as the lord of the Dragon Underground Palace, and Feng Qi also agreed to marry the Night King. But this is only a conspiracy of the Night King. Finally one day, the Night King made a difficulty, killed almost all the Kun male demons in the Dragon Underground Palace, and suddenly launched a sneak attack, seriously injuring the Fengqi Palace Master. Although Fengqi fled, all the banshees under her family suffered.

"Daughter," the Fengqi Palace Lord lay on his back on the bed, and said to Feng Die in a gentle voice: "As for love, you can assert that Huang Lang is indeed an infatuated person." But that's not why I let you stay with him. ”