Jin Tuan's memories were more restored, but they were incoherent, and he was very distressed by the lack of cause and effect in the constant jumping.

The earlier the memory, the clearer it became, he remembered that he once had an army of demons, and the one who helped him lead the demon army was a Taoist priest named Shen Shang, when the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons decided to leave the land of demons and go to the sea for refuge, she sent an invitation to the King of Rice, but Jin Tuan and Shen Shang declined, and they decided to stay and help those demon clans who had no time to escape.

The demon army of the King of Rice went everywhere, saving the lives of many demon clans, and most of the rescued people were sent to the sea to join the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons, and some of them went to the country of sacrifice, leaving not many behind.

The next memory disappeared for a long time, and Jin Tuan didn't remember the whereabouts of this demon army.

Regarding Mu Dong'er, Jintuan's memory is even more fragmented, he can roughly tell Mu Dong'er's appearance, but he doesn't know the other party's life experience, he just thinks that it is a strange child who can cast strange spells, in fact, he feels that his memory has become chaotic before and after being cast by Mu Dong'er.

Then there are some even more unformed fragments, like unreliable dreams, and Jin Tuo can only be sure of one thing: there is a real demon in the Night Tower of Demon Finger Mountain, and he has seen the half-demon and Bingkui kneel down to the demon.

The demon clan is quite similar to the golem they dug up a few years ago, about three zhang tall, burly and majestic, not wearing black silver armor, but a set of brown armor made of a large number of demon horns polished and spliced, the weapon in his hand is very simple, it is a wooden stick with a similar height, and there are many branches on it that have not been cut clean.

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

"So, Mu Dong'er was captured by the demons? The bald man kept jumping up and down in mid-air, and was finally held down by Artemisia.

"No, he didn't suffer, no one suffered, we ...... We ......" Jin Tuan denied that he had been abused at the hands of the demons, but he couldn't recall too many details.

"To be away from your mother is to suffer...... It's all the dragon demon's fault. And you, Jintuan, why didn't you return Mu Dong'er to the old lady earlier?" the bald man reproached, as long as it came to Brother Xiaoqiu's son, he couldn't be fair.

"Mother?"

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

Jin Tuan shook his head in pain, recalling those vague but unclear memories that gave him a headache.

"The Rice King needs to rest for a while. "Feifei had seen Jintuan lead the demons with his own eyes, so he had a lot of respect for him.

The bald man broke free of Artemisia's palm, "He rested." Let's go to the mountain and the tower. ”

"Demon Finger Mountain Night Tower, I don't think we may be the opponent of the Demon Clan. Feifei said.

"If the demon clan is half as powerful as the legend, we are definitely not opponents, but are there really demons?" Xiao Artemisia looked left and right, his eyes fell on the Jin clan, "His memory has obviously been imprisoned by spells, and it is likely that it has been tampered with, maybe the part about the demon clan is false." The real demon clan is still cultivating the body in Wangshan. The one who guards the Night Tower is actually a fake demon. ”

"Yes, yes, it's a fake demon, let's go and save people. The bald man urged.

"But what is the purpose of the fake demon? deceive Mu Xingqiu, and he will die. There is fraud in it. Don't underestimate the enemy, you must know yourself and your opponent -- what would Zuo Liuying do at such a time? Well, he must not say anything, and cover his face with a straw hat. When Mu Xingqiu was almost done fighting with the fake demon, he suddenly jumped out and said something mysterious. It turns out that everything is in his plan, haha...... Alas, why can't I think so far? As soon as Mu Xingqiu came back, my brain seemed to be even more insufficient, it was all his fault, he had made all the plans, I could only be lazy......"

"Artemisia, what are you talking about? The bald man was confused.

Artemisia let out a long hum, "Act when the opportunity arises." Then he stepped aside and sat down to think.

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

"It's still far from the Demon Finger Mountain, don't worry about it first, wait until you get there and then think of a way, the Rice King and they have fallen into the hands of the demon clan for a while, Mu Dong'er was fine then, and it should be okay now." ”

The bald man had no other way, he flew straight to the top of the head of the extinct world, and looked ahead, he couldn't tell the direction, he only felt that the night sky was vast, Xuanwu was flying too slowly, and the bright stars in the sky were like a group of demons winking at him.

Feifei walked up to Jintuan and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I can't remove the rope right now, you might ...... There is also a loss of memory. ”

"Do you recognize me?" Jin Tuan did not force his freedom.

"Hmm. ”

"You're a demon?"

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

"There was once an army of demons following me. ”

"Back then, I was also one of the demon clans who followed the King of Rice, and I was later taken away by the Demon Master. ”

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

"The demon clan voluntarily follows you, King of Rice, we revere you, because you are one of the very few big demons who really care about the life and death of the demon clan, the demon clan is like a plant planted in the garden, because of some medicinal effects, so it is harvested by the strong in turn, our flesh and bones are much more valuable than our lives. But you care about our lives, not the magic weapons on us. That's why we call you the 'King of Rice', and while the other powerful people argue about who this world belongs to, you are trying to keep the demon clan alive. Please don't blame yourself, Rice King, you have paid far more to the demon clan than you have gained. ”

Feifei is a small person, and his figure is no different from that of an eight- or nine-year-old child, but his expression is mature.

Jin Tuan looked at him, his gaze gradually calming, "Thank you, I'm not as great as you say, but thank you." Jin Tuan slowly lay down, looking up at the sky, thinking about who he really was.

Feifei placed a separate ban on Jintuan, allowing him to rest undisturbed.

Artemisia had already opened her eyes, "What you just said was sincere?"

"When the Rice King became the leader of the Demon Clan, I witnessed it with my own eyes, and it was one of the most exciting moments of my life, and the Rice King is worth looking up to. Feifei's face was a little red again, but his tone became more determined.

"The spells that bind him are so powerful that the Jin clan can become ...... at any time The other demon is the opposite of him who is 'worthy of your admiration'. How many demons he has saved, how many will he kill. ”

"I would hate those evil spells, but I still look up to the Rice King. ”

"Wow, you're not that tall, I didn't even notice that you weren't a kid anymore. ”

Feifei, who is not a child, still loves to blush like a child, "I'm not that old, I'm only a teenager, and my cultivation has had an impact on me......"

"Ah, that's right, practice changes temperament. No wonder, you're becoming more and more like a Taoist priest. ”

Feifei's face turned even redder, but Xiao Artemisia's tone changed sharply, from reward to disdain, "So I don't like to practice, what's so good about becoming a Taoist? In the end, you are like me, I am like you, everyone has become a person, and there is a little difference in appearance, but the Taoist priest doesn't care about the appearance." Among so many high Taoist priests. Zuo Liuying is a little special, as soon as he quits Taoism, I think, this is a different kind of Taoist. I'm going to get acquainted with him. ”

"The demon master is also a different kind of Taoist priest......"

"But Zuo Liuying is more handsome. ”

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

"Hmm. It turns out that you have the same opinion as Yang Qingyin, thinking that Taoist priests who dare to fight with strong enemies are more handsome, right? There are also bald people. You are one faction, and I am another...... Little Youyou is with me. ”

Xiao Artemisia spoke like this, suddenly serious, suddenly had a whim, Feifei was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, and there was a bald man's cry in the air: "Look, is it the Night Tower of Magic Finger Mountain in front?"

They set off less than a night, at the speed of the destruction of the world, at least ten days away from the Demon Finger Mountain, it is impossible to arrive so quickly, Feifei and Artemisia rose at the same time, came to the top of the world of destruction, and looked at it together.

There is indeed a high mountain in front of you, breaking through the clouds, and above it stands a towering iron tower, each layer emitting a cold red light.

"Go to the Night's Tower, destroy the world, go to the Night's Tower!" the bald man shouted, but the world-destroying did not listen to his orders at all, and continued to fly in the original direction.

"Feifei, you squeak. The bald man said.

"This ...... This can't be a night-fixing tower. Feifei was surprised, "That looks like an illusion." ”

"Mu Dong'er!" suddenly came a terrible cry from the turtle's back, and he really lost his memory again, only remembering these three words.

"Look, it's 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.

Artemisia grabbed the bald man's bun, "It's okay to go and take a look, you don't need to get close, just fly around a few times and observe it." ”

Feifei commanded the destruction of the world to turn around, kept a distance of dozens of miles from the mountain tower, and slowly circled, and no demons in the tower flew out to meet the battle.

The bald man became more and more anxious, and even felt as if a child's cry was coming from the tower.

When the sky was about to dawn, the extinction circled, and found nothing abnormal, Feifei finally let the extinction fly to the tower under the urging of the bald man.

The distance of dozens of miles, the annihilation of the world flew for a few hours, the closer the distance, the more prosaic the mountain and the tower appeared, at dusk that day, the extinction of the world finally approached the iron tower, and at the same time approached the ground, Lao Bang, Ouyang Li, Gan Zhiwei was looking up with a smile.

The world is back to where it was.

The mountain and the tower disappeared with a pop, and the bald man was taken aback, "What's going on?"

Lao Bang said loudly: "Welcome back, you don't have to worry, Mu Xingqiu and the Spirit King have gone to save Mu Dong'er in person." ”

"How does Mu Xingqiu know where we are...... Oh. Xiao Hao suddenly understood, turned to Feifei, and nodded, "You have really grown up, you secretly contacted Mu Xingqiu, right?"

"It's the demon master who contacted me......" Feifei's face was red, he had always felt that the bald man's plan was too risky, so he left a clue, originally intending to contact the Spirit King, but it was Mu Xingqiu who sent the message.

"Within a month, Mu Xingqiu will definitely be able to rush back. Lao Bang said confidently.

It was mid-August, and in the prediction of Lao Bang, Mu Xingqiu would definitely be able to successfully rescue Mu Dong'er in September, and then go to participate in the October decisive battle in Wangshan.

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