There was a lonely head hanging on the lintel a few feet above the ground, swaying gently in the wind like a wind chime, Mu Xingqiu glanced at it from a distance, and recognized that it was not a bald man, but the head of a one-horned demon clan, he should have just been beheaded, his flesh and blood had not yet withered, and even after death, he made an extremely fierce look, and his half-open mouth seemed to be able to roar at any time.

From the moment they saw the head, the demon soldier team was rarely quiet, especially those beast and demon officers who were usually the most rude, they were the most honest, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads, they were all suppressed by the heads of their clansmen.

The demon soldiers came from all directions, trampling the wild grass into a quagmire, and in the sound of heavy footsteps, Ouyang Qi whispered to Mu Xingqiu: "The beast demon sacrifices his head, indicating that the demon king has arrived." ”

"Dedication?"

"Well, when the demon king goes out to camp and feels that there is danger nearby, he will ask a beast demon to voluntarily sacrifice his head, and then the demon king will perform demon magic, and the head will become a powerful demon weapon, which can deter the military camp and monitor the abnormality. As long as we don't recognize it, our disguise will be truly successful. ”

When Xin Youtao and the others heard this, they couldn't help but raise their eyes to look at the one-horned demon head, only to see that the demon head's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and the essence flickered, sharper than the living beast demon, and the three of them hurriedly lowered their heads.

He's blinking. Xin Youtao whispered, even his footsteps were a little flustered.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who was flustered, the eyes of the one-horned demon head shone on more than ten miles outside the camp, and all the demon soldiers who were stared at felt like a needle in their backs even if they never looked up, and cold sweat flowed.

A stout beast demon standing in the doorway, with a large, hairy head indicating that he was likely a bear demon, angrily watched the group of demon soldiers enter the camp, and suddenly roared for no reason, shaking the ground slightly, and then he shouted in a slurred human language: "Stop!"

There are many demon dialects, and the human language is still the most common.

The five false demons were only a dozen steps away from the camp gate when they heard the order. Everyone was shocked.

The demon soldiers on the dirt road all stood still, looking at the gatekeeper beast demon in awe.

The bear demon glanced at it, and the deterrent power was not much worse than the one-horned demon head hanging on the lintel, "Bastards who don't know how to be polite, bend your humble waist and salute the eye of the demon king." To protect you good-for-nothing, a noble purebred demon sacrificed his head, and I won't allow any mongrel to turn a blind eye to it. ”

No demon soldier turned a blind eye, but he was terrified in his heart, hoping that he would be able to pass from under the demon head.

The demon soldiers on the road all bent down and saluted. The bear demon was still not satisfied, and walked into the group of soldiers, and with a press of his big hand, he could make a demon soldier fall down in the mud, but his fifth press actually encountered strong resistance.

The bear demon took a big step, and he took a step over his head, and then he turned around and looked down at the thin half-demon soldier. All the half-demons are thin and small in his eyes, and they are ungrateful and do not understand the rules, "Raise your head." ”

Mu Xingqiu straightened up and raised his head slightly, he had no intention of confronting the bear demon. But he has been refining his body for many years, even if he doesn't use mana, his body will naturally resist the pressure of the outside world, and the giant hand will press it. He just wanted to keep his balance, but he flicked his furry palm away.

Mu Xingqiu had a messy beard on his face, which covered his true face. It also seemed to give a good impression to the bear demon, and the bear demon's voice carried a little roar, "What's your name, where are you from?"

Ouyang Lance took a step forward, "His name is Feidian, it's my soldier......" and then he roared in the beast demon language.

There must have been a problem with Sanxiu's communication, and as soon as he roared a few words, he was hit by a punch from the bear demon, flew through the gate, and fell into the camp, and the demon head on the lintel followed him around for half a circle, but there was no warning.

The demon soldiers inside and outside the camp cheered in unison.

"Opening, mongrel. The bear demon ordered, in the eyes of the beast demon, the half-demon is a mongrel, as for the non-demon, he must prove his absolute loyalty before he can barely be regarded as a demon clan.

"My name is Flying Lightning. Mu Xingqiu glanced at Ouyang Li, who was knocked away by a punch, "He is my leader and my friend, you beat my friend." ”

The provocative meaning in this sentence was very obvious, even the beast demon who was not very proficient in human language could hear it, the bear demon made a threat in his throat, and Xin Youtao and the others nearby were taken aback, and secretly glanced at Mu Xingqiu, signaling him not to act recklessly at such a time.

Mu Xingqiu was not reckless, he had an idea, and looked up at the huge face, "You'd better apologize to him." ”

The bear demon let out a loud roar, spat spat out ten feet away, and then he gave the most unequivocal answer—a fist slamming into the daring half-demon mongrel.

Feng Dongchen and Shen Ji stared at Mu Xingqiu tightly, to see how to deal with it, everyone said in advance that no one could use mana.

Mu Xingqiu's whole person is about the same thickness as one of the legs of the bear demon, stretching his neck on tiptoe, the top of his head can barely reach the chest and abdomen of the bear demon, if he doesn't resist with spells, he can't even catch the opponent's fist wind.

But this is just the appearance, refining the body before refining the heart of the mind department, Mu Xingqiu's physique is much stronger than that of ordinary Taoist priests, but there are very few opportunities to use it. He raised his hands and held up his fist, which was a little smaller than his head.

The two sides were deadlocked for a while, and there was silence all around, and suddenly a horn sounded in the camp, and the demon soldiers who stopped on the road hurriedly ran into the camp, not only to obey the order, but also to avoid the irritable bear demon.

The bear demon withdrew his fist, roared at Mu Xingqiu, and spewed out a bunch of spittle stars, pushing away the demon soldiers who were in the way, and running into the camp.

Mu Xingqiu and the others also ran towards the camp, Ouyang Qi had already gotten up, covered his chin, and whispered, "There's no need to ......"

All the demon soldiers ran to a hill in the middle of the camp, and Xin Youtao said his thoughts as he ran, "I'd rather lie in the mud than get drenched in spit, do you smell that smell?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head slightly, "Beast demons like to fight, I hope to hear more news in this way." ”

Xin Youtao and the others didn't quite understand what this meant, but Ouyang Qi nodded approvingly.

On the top of the hill stood a rough log, more than two feet high, with an unknown animal skin hanging from the top, and a wolf-shaped sideways with an open mouth smeared with blood on it, which was one of the few flags of the demon soldiers, representing the supreme lacquer of the giant demon king. Down from the flag, the log was evenly inlaid with ten large iron rings, and the iron chains wrapped around the circle hung down to the ground, like folded wings.

"Feather King, it's the Feather King who came. "There were seven or eight hundred demon soldiers standing around the hillock, excitedly delivering the news.

Ouyang Li's injury was not serious, the left side of his face was a little swollen, and his speech was a little slurred, "King Yu is the big leader of all the winged demon clans, I heard that it was only established three years ago, you may have heard of it......"

He didn't need to say any more, King Yu had already appeared, and Mu Xingqiu and Xin Youtao had not only heard of him, but also seen him.

The well-proportioned and upright body, the appearance is dignified, and even the old age seems just right, adding majesty to him, rather than looking weak, but the most eye-catching place of the Feather King is the pair of wings behind him, silver wings, which are gathered like a cloak at this time.

Silver Feather Vandong, one of the main generals of the demon army in the Battle of Broken Stream, once came to Broken Stream City to announce the beginning of the Seven-Day Curse, he lost a younger brother in the war, but he was able to escape.

"The supreme universal demon king protects all the demons in the world, all the demons return to their hearts, and those who disobey die. Yuwang Vadong spoke to the wolf flag first, and the demon soldiers followed him to repeat the words "all demons return to their hearts and those who rebel die".

Yuwang Vadong turned around, glanced at the demon soldiers, raised his voice and ordered: "Bring the Taoist priest out!"

The cheers suddenly resounded in the sky, and the demon soldiers in the entire camp shouted like crazy people, stomping their feet constantly, and slowly everyone's footsteps became the same, with the roar in their mouths, forming a blood-pumping rhythm.

Mu Xingqiu and the others also stomped their feet under Ouyang Li's signal, but they just opened their mouths without making a sound, and their eyes swept around, wanting to see who was captured alive.

A group of flying demons descended from the sky with their captives.

Six years ago, a large number of flying demons participated in the battle of Old Ancestral Peak and Broken Flow City, at that time their demon strength was weak, except for a natural pair of wings and human arms, the shape was no different from the big bird, and the intelligence was relatively low, and a large number of deaths in the war, the survivors obviously learned their lesson, and there have been heavy changes in the past few years: the head is similar to that of humans, but it still has a sharp beak, and the body is more human-like, but covered with feathers of different colors.

There were forty flying demons in total, in groups of four, holding ropes in their hands, and the captives were bound at the end of the ropes.

Seeing the first person who was kidnapped, Mu Xingqiu was shocked in his heart, the captive turned out to be Yang Chun, a Taoist priest of Wandi Mountain, who was ordered to guard outside the mountain, and for some reason encountered the demon soldiers.

Feng Dongchen remained silent, looking at the familiar captive, as if he didn't know him.

The rope was obviously attached to the demonic power, Yang Chun was just tied with his hands behind his back, but he lost the strength to resist, although he struggled desperately, he was still involuntarily carried to the ground from the air by the four flying demons.

There were nine captives behind him, namely Wandi Mountain, Hongshan and Asan Daoist, Mu Xingqiu had never seen it, but he recognized the last Asan Taoist priest, it was Liao Huayuan who escaped under the oppression of Demon Cloud, and he was the only one among the ten captives who showed a little panic.

The captives were chained and stood in a circle around a log, with a bright red wolf flag above their heads and frenzied demon soldiers all around.

"Kill them!"

"Let me take a bite!"

"I want revenge!"

The demon soldiers were excited, and the five fake demons were already a little unable to keep up, and it was not an easy task to watch the people of the same path become prisoners after all.

Mu Xingqiu, Xin Youtao, and Shen Ji glanced at each other, and then looked at Feng Dongchen together, Wandi Mountain Xingluo Taoist priest's eyes were blazing, and his hands vaguely pinched out the magic trick, he obviously would not sit back and watch his Taoist priest die at the hands of the demon clan.

Neither finding Yang Qingyin, nor hearing more information, or even infiltrating Baizhang City, the Taoist priests had to face a fierce battle.

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