The screams of Feibao were as loud and strong as the cry of a newborn baby, and Lu Zhichong, the master of Chaojing Mountain, held the sword in his right hand, and stopped in front of him with his left index finger, and was stunned for a while, the mood at this time was like an ordinary person slapping his hands hard, obviously seeing that the mosquito fell into his hand and there was no way to live, after opening his hands, it flew away leisurely.

Lu Zhichong is not a mortal after all, not only can she make up for a lore at any time, but also figure out the reason, she doesn't believe that she will make a mistake.

There was an extra bronze mirror in her left hand, and a light shot out of it, shining on the half-demon.

The forest was also dark in the daytime, and the light was quite eye-catching, and Feibao hugged his head tightly, and his body curled up in a ball, not daring to show any sign of resistance.

"Does Zuo Liuying know that he has a magic silk armor?" Lu Zhichong put away the bronze mirror and had already figured it out.

A smile appeared on Feng Zaisu's face, "Zuo Liuying didn't mention it, but I think he must know that he used the Dao System Secret Fire to irradiate a Demon Scroll. ”

"Hey, weaving the seven-star spider silk in the scroll and carving the magic armor spell on the bones, the combination of the two is the magic silk armor, what a clever trick. Little demon, who will help you wash off the dust seal marks on the scroll?" Lu Zhichong asked.

Feiba's body unfolded involuntarily, stretching out only a small part of his left leg, and the wound that had not healed long ago collapsed again, revealing a very short leg bone, ordinary people could only see blood, but the Taoist priests saw several small patterns engraved on the bones, like some kind of text, Mu Xingqiu felt that they were very similar to the magic words on the scroll.

Feibao screamed desperately, reaching out to cover the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, and after a while, he suddenly stopped screaming, because he noticed that it was not as painful as he had imagined, and that there were suddenly some strange patterns on his exposed wrists, which were not there before.

The half-demon sat on the ground, occasionally glancing at the wound. Then staring at his hands, under his gaze, the figure spread to his hands, palms and backs, like a fast-growing vine.

"What is this?" he was clearly unprepared for his change, "Yi Shijun never said it. ”

"What did the Strange History Monarch say to you?" Lu Zhichong asked, his voice fluttering like a whisper in a dream, and Feibao replied naturally: "He said that the scroll records the Ten Thousand Demon Mind Method, and those who have cultivated can become the Ten Thousand Demon Monarch and command the world. It's a pity that the dust seal was imposed by the demons, and only the water of the sword washing pool can break it. I couldn't go to Asan Mountain, so I had to take the scroll to Qishan, where I heard that there was a Equality Taoist who had a bottle of sword washing pond water in his hand. The dust was removed, but the scroll was also snatched away by the Taoist priest, and now it is back in my hands, what is the matter with these patterns......?

Feibao reached into his arms and pulled out half of the scroll in his personal collection, which was now soft and crumbling like a rag. There is no text on it, "My Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls ......"

"Don't you know that you have a magic armor spell on your bones?" Lu Zhichong's voice was still as unnoticeable as in a dream.

"I don't know, Yi Shijun never said it...... Or maybe he said it, but I don't remember. Because part of my memory was snatched away by the Taoist priest. ”

"Which Taoist priest?"

"The left Taoist priest of Pang Mountain. Feibao looked up, dazed, "What are these figures on me?"

"The Magic Silk Armor, a very powerful set of armor. At the beginning, it took a lot of effort for the Dao Tong to break through these armors, but he didn't expect that there were still any remnants in the world. Lu Zhichong explained, the voice became more realistic.

Feibao smirked twice. Full of trust in this female Taoist priest, "I have the magic silk armor, but what about the mental method on the Ten Thousand Demon Scroll? ”

"Look carefully at the graphics on your body. ”

Feibao looked at the back of his hand for a while, and suddenly realized, "It's all on me, and the Ten Thousand Demon Mind Methods are all on me, haha, no one can take it away!"

Jumping up, like a bent tree suddenly free, it shook back and forth twice, and it stood firm with only one leg, and the wound on the broken leg had already condensed, "Haha, I'...... I'm full of power. ”

"It's all the effect of the magic silk armor, with it, even if it's just a little demon, it will bring big trouble to the Taoist priest. Lu Zhichong looked at the elated half-demon and said to Feng Zaisu: "Zuo Liuying is letting the tiger return to the mountain, he thinks this thing can find out the different Shijun for him?"

Presumably, Zuo Liuying didn't say much. ”

"Frost Soul Sword, Demon Silk Armor, Zuo Liuying is really generous, let me accept the treasures he doesn't want. Lu Zhichong stretched out his left hand and aimed at the half-demon who was unaware, this time she was prepared and would never make a mistake again.

Feibao was admiring the figure on his skin with joy, and touched his face a few times with both hands, and found that the armor only covered the neck and the face was still smooth, "Why is there no ...... on the face?" Ahh

"This ...... What's going on?"

Lu Zhichong was already disdainful to answer, a little half-demon was not worth her time wasting, she only wanted his skin now. After the Taoist priest kills the demon, he often takes away the demon pill and some unique organs, which is a normal hunting, and no one will feel that the Sect Master of Chaojing Mountain has done too much.

Lu Zhichong needed a magic silk armor that was as complete as possible, so she had to cast the spell carefully, she had to separate the skin of the half-demon from the flesh and bones, and then instantly beat the flesh and bones into powder, which flowed out of the wound on the broken leg. Feibao had just gotten the armor, and he didn't know how to exert more powerful power, so it was the best time to peel it off, and Lu Zhichong still didn't understand why Zuo Liuying let him go.

The skin on Feiba's whole body was slowly expanding, and he was too frightened to scream.

Feng Zaisu felt that this was the only chance, although she rarely argued, she was not persuaded by the Grandmaster, even if the Nine Great Dao Sects needed to be fused into one, Feng Ruxuan's method was wrong.

The hermit of Chaojing Mountain used all her strength, and seventeen magic weapons of various kinds instantly appeared in front of her, forming a powerful barrier, and she herself flew towards the Pangshan Taoist not far away.

She had no intention of attacking the sect's grandmaster, she just wanted to buy a little time to escape.

Mu Xingqiu was also waiting for this opportunity, he wanted to recapture the Frost Soul Sword.

Lu Zhichong was calm, he didn't even turn his gaze, his left hand continued to control the half-demon, and the right hand holding the sword was raised, and he struck a blow at the many magic weapons that were generally arranged in the air on the wall.

There was a tearing sound of the cloth, and seventeen magic weapons fell to the ground like dead leaves in the frost. The power of the Sect Master of Ranjing Mountain did not stop because of this, but continued to strike at the hermit who betrayed her.

Mu Xingqiu finally waited for the opportunity, Feng Zaisu's palm was about to grab one of his arms, and behind her, a blurred light and shadow followed closely, like a boulder that was inseparable from the air.

The Nian Heart Illusion Technique emanated from Mu Xingqiu's fingertips, faster than a qiē spell, and made contact with the Frost Soul Sword. This is a magic weapon that he personally participated in refining, with his mark, and it cooperates with him more tacitly. Previously, it had been isolated by more powerful spells, and when Lu Zhichong cast two spells at the same time, a flaw was finally revealed.

Feng Zaisu grabbed Mu Xingqiu's arm and even took him off the ground, but the eyes embedded in the old face suddenly changed from firm to hesitant, as if her belief had changed drastically.

The Starfall Taoist should not challenge the Divine Daoist, Feng Zaisu understood this rule, but he couldn't hold back.

The hermit fell softly on Mu Xingqiu's shoulder.

Mu Xingqiu landed on both feet. He was not injured, and Feng Zaisu blocked all the attacks.

The Frost Soul Sword shook violently in Lu Zhichong's hand, and her arm also trembled, and she used her mana to suppress the Frost Soul Sword. Don't hurry to put down a move, "Ranjing Mountain will not kill Taoist priests indiscriminately, but those Taoist priests with different aspirations are exceptional." ”

Feng Zaisu still breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned around. glanced at Mu Xingqiu, who was casting spells and snatching the sword with all his might, and said to the grandmaster: "Anyway, I have run out of oil and have no future. Die and die. ”

"It's good that you know. ”

Feng Zaisu gently spit out his inner pill, pinched it in his hand and handed it to Lu Zhichong, but the words were for the Pangshan Taoist, "It's a pity, I don't know the art of breaking the pill, I'm afraid I don't have that kind of state of mind, I've never been a powerful Taoist." I have some children and grandchildren in Wave City, if you meet them...... Alas, let's not say anything. ”

Without Neidan, Feng Zaisu quickly became more aged, his body slowly shriveled towards the ground, and suddenly his arm was raised upward, throwing Neidan, and shouting with his last strength: "Head!"

The bald man had been hiding behind Mu Xingqiu, and at this time he jumped up, opened his mouth to swallow the inner dan in the air, and then turned to Lu Zhichong, shooting a thumb-thick red light from his forehead.

Lu Zhichong had already discovered the storage of the skull, and she didn't care about it in her heart, until the skull cast a spell, she looked over and was taken aback again, "There is also a part of the magic silk armor!"

The bald man changed his appearance, he had no body, and there was no magic armor spell on his bones, but after devouring the scroll and spitting it out, he still changed, the demon heart that he had set in his hair and only exposed a very small part, originally crumpled like a walnut, but now it was as smooth as a ruby, and it was it that shot out a strong red light.

"Bad Daoist!" the bald man shouted, the Naidan in his throat looming, and a small piece of dissolving spider silk hung from his teeth.

Lu Zhichong made a choice in an instant, the half-demon's demon silk armor could be taken later, but the self-conscious Pangshan Taoist had to solve it immediately. She withdrew her left hand, blocking the red light, and her right hand increased her strength, forcibly suppressing the surging power in the Frost Soul Sword.

"One hundred thousand souls, do you really think that a single breathing Taoist can exert their full power?" Lu Zhichong slowly increased his mana, not to give Pangshan Taoist a way to live, but to cherish this sword, "Wash away the mark on the sword, and there is another treasure in Chaojing Mountain." ”

Mu Xingqiu was speechless, and he had nothing to say, he felt that he was gradually losing control of the Frost Soul Sword, and the Mind Illusion Technique would backfire on him at any time, he had no way to retreat, and it was impossible to interrupt the fighting method again.

The bald man kept emitting red light, all of which were blocked by Lu Zhichong.

The half-demon stood dumbfounded, gasping for breath, and he didn't understand what was going on.

The bald man couldn't remember how many red rays he emitted, and each one used all his strength, but the result was no different from the sun shining on the stone, he was angry, and he jumped forward, shouting again, "Bad Taoist", emitting a red light that was already the limit for him.

Lu Zhichong still inadvertently raised her hand to block, she was about to control the Frost Soul Sword, and the fate of her head would be the same as that of a half-demon at that time.

But she was wrong, the red light that looked exactly the same contained was a hundred times more powerful.

Before the words of "left ......" fell, Lu Zhichong's entire left arm had been reduced to ashes.

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