Jin Tuan felt that there was a mountain pressing on him, covering his vision and hearing, his chest cavity sank a little bit, he couldn't breathe in fresh air, and he couldn't exhale turbidity, and if he continued like this, he would explode like an ice kui.

Jin Tuan concentrated all his strength to lift the mountain on his body, every hair was involved, he no longer cared about life and death, he just wanted to take a breath of pleasure, this ubiquitous feeling of suffocation really made him endure it for a moment longer.

The mountain finally moved away, and Jin Tuan saw the light, the snow, and the face, and he didn't care, his chest heaving, and he breathed greedily.

"The Rice King is not dead, the Rice King is still alive!" shouted an excited voice, followed by more equally excited voices converging in, and more and more faces above them, obscuring the light and snow, as if another mountain was about to be pressed down.

Jin Tuan stretched out his hand to push, and his face spread out, but it didn't feel right, these faces didn't seem to be pushed away by his hands, because he himself also rose, slowly rising, the light in front of him became brighter and brighter, but the whole world was gradually distorted......

I don't know how long it took, Jin Tuan sat up suddenly, let out a roar, he remembered, he was still fighting, a group of ice kui were wielding cold ice swords at him, he had to resist, he couldn't just die.

But there was no Bingkui in front of him, only familiar faces, ugly, rough, and scarred, but they were all full of joy, and Jintuan's body was supported by many hands.

Jin Tuan jumped to the ground, pushed away the demon group and looked around, there were corpses everywhere, there were craters left by the explosion of Bingkui, blood stained the ground red, and the snow in the sky was still falling silently, and I couldn't wait to cover up the traces of death.

However, there are also many demon clans still alive, some are around the king of rice, and some are picking up armor, cutting demon pills, bones and horns in the corpse pile, which is the habit and tradition of the demon clan after the war, and it is also the source of a large number of their utensils.

"Stop!" Jin Tuo said loudly, suddenly stunned. His two arms were stretched out in front of him, but the palm on his right hand was gone, bare, and a demon youth was about to bandage him.

Jin Tuan felt a sharp pain at this time, but he shouted again, "Stop!"

The young man of the demon clan was stunned, not understanding why the King of Rice refused to bandage the wound, although the blood of the severed hand had been frozen, it was still very dangerous.

Jin Tuan pointed to the demon clans who were cleaning up the battlefield, "Let them stop." ”

The beasts next to them immediately issued orders in various languages. All the surviving demon clans, as long as they could still move, all gathered over, and those who were seriously injured also tried to turn their heads to look over.

"Don't cut the body anymore, it is your relatives and comrades-in-arms, and it should be respected even after death. ”

All the demons were silent, all of them feeling incomprehensible to this order of the Rice King, and finally a beast demon with a large number of demon pills in his arms spoke, "But there are no such things. We're going to have nothing. ”

Because of the long-term infiltration of demon power, the body of the demon clan is full of treasures, living demon armor, demon weapons, and some daily necessities. They are all made from various organs of the dead demon, and the corpse cannot be cut, which will make the demon clan lose a lot of useful materials.

Jin Tuan's gaze swept over and found that most of the demon clans had confused expressions on their faces. Knowing that he could not be in a hurry, he changed his words and said, "Collect the body and hold a ceremony to see off the deceased." Then cut what is useful. ”

Jin Tuan touched it twice in his arms with his intact left hand, took out three statues of gods, and found that it was not damaged at all, so he held it in front of him, "The ancient gods blessed us with defeating the strong enemy, and from now on, only after worshipping the ancient gods and getting its permission, can the body be cut." Do this even if only one demon survives. Respect for the deceased means respect for one's future self. ”

The demons were silent again, and then one of the beast demons threw away the bone horns in his arms, "I hope I can get this treatment after I die." ”

The demon clan threw the utensils they had already obtained on the ground, expressing their willingness to obey the orders of the Rice King.

Jintuan's whole body was as weak as a feather, and he inhaled deeply, which allowed the demon clan youth to bandage his severed hand, and his eyes swept over the battlefield again, there were originally eight or nine thousand demon clans, and only one or two thousand survived, this was a painful victory, so miserable that he couldn't bear the next time.

If Mu Xingqiu hadn't arrived in time, he wouldn't have even been able to win such a miserable victory, and Jin Tuan saw Mu Xingqiu jumping around on Bingkui before he fell, so he asked, "What about the demon master?"

All the demons looked north, and the young man of the demon clan had already quickly bandaged his broken wrist, pointed to Baiyue Mountain and said, "The demon master and Shen Shang went over there to find the head of Bingkui." ”

"Just the two of them?" Jin Tuan was taken aback.

"The demon master won't let us go with him, he said he would be back soon. ”

Jin Tuan looked up at the snowflakes in the sky, knowing that the battle was not over.

Mu Xingqiu originally wanted to go to see Zhou Qi alone, but Shen Shang must follow, "I'm of no great use, but I can be a witness, I will tell everyone about the horror of the Taoist priest who is demonized, and I will spread another great deed of the demon master Mu Xingqiu everywhere." ”

Shen Shang was extremely excited, dancing on the battlefield, and even wanted to pull the dead up to celebrate the victory, Mu Xingqiu had no choice but to take him away.

Soon Mu Xingqiu regretted it a little, Shen Shang could barely keep up, and it had little impact on the speed, but his excitement had not subsided, there were too many words, from the two indestructible short swords in Mu Xingqiu's hands to how unbearable he was when he drove a group of deer to the ice city two days ago.

Mu Xingqiu had no choice but to drag one of Shen Shang's arms, speed up and run wildly, finally making him speak a little less.

"Haha, this is the same as spellcasting...... It's not the same......" Shin Shang swallowed too much wind and snowflakes to say a complete sentence.

Mu Xingqiu advanced all the way to the north, and when he crossed the Moon Worship Mountain, the sky was still bright, and it was already dusk when he walked out of the range of the Douzhuan Star Shifting Array, and the night was beginning to fall, and Shen Shang was able to cast spells along the way.

"No spell is like no hands and feet, and lo and behold, I can fly again, and I literally crawled over that part of the road just now. Shen Shang's magic weapons were all thrown away, so he directly cast spells and flew in the air, flying up and down, circling around Mu Xingqiu, making all kinds of complicated tricks, and squandering his little mana.

Mu Xingqiu was still running on the ground, he tried to fly, but the meridians and the Jiang Palace had been destroyed, and the most basic process of the Dao system spell could not be carried out, and a qiē spell could only be thought in his mind, and he could not cast it.

The Mind Illusion Technique was not affected, Mu Xingqiu was able to throw out a whip with lightning, and he could also capture Shen Shang's overexcited feelings.

The operation of the demon clan's mana must be very similar to that of the demon clan, so the telepsy illusion, which is recognized to be closely related to the demon clan, has not been affected too much.

Mu Xingqiu slowed down, there was a large forest in front of him, it looked very deserted, but he already felt the resistance of the spell.

Shen Shang fell from the sky, like a bird that had died violently, and plunged headlong into the snow, but he didn't die, he stood up and jumped up all of a sudden, wiping the snow off his face, "Ha, I feel it, the prohibition of the Dao system is really powerful, like an iron wall." ”

"From now on, you have to shut up. Mu Xingqiu said.

Shen Shang is more than a hundred years old, and his appearance is no different from that of an old man, but his temperament is more lively than that of a child, but he knows the priorities, immediately closes his mouth, and makes a series of movements with his hands on his lips, indicating that he will never speak again.

Mu Xingqiu shouted in the direction of the forest: "Zhou Qi, I'm here, we still have a fight, where is Mu Songxuan?"

A cold wind blew, and there was a whistling sound in the forest, and then Zhou Qi's voice sounded, "Wash the sword pool water, and the head actually handed over the pool water to you." ”

Mu Xingqiu glanced at his palm, two drops of water-beaded mucus were shaking gently, "What about Mu Songxuan?"

Zhou Qi did not show up, and walked out of the forest with an ice kui, his hands folded in front of his chest, without holding a sword, holding the bald man.

The bald man was still encased in slime and glowed with a colorful glow, like a strange lantern.

"Wow, what's in the bald man's head is a mess, but it's pretty good. What a pity, I'd rather let them suck my inner pill away, so I don't have to find Yang Qingyin to accept the method of re-destruction, to be honest, I'm a little afraid of her......" Shen Shang still spoke.

Taoist Tudan will be in danger of life, accepting the method of re-destruction can retain a life span of more than a hundred years, and if the mucus of the earth monkey sucks all the mana of Neidan, he will become weaker than ordinary mortals, like a little demon Feifei, he will not live long, and Shen Shang's words are just a joke.

The bald man's situation is even more dangerous, he can survive only thanks to a little demon seed in his soul, if even it is sucked out, he will die immediately.

Bing Kui stopped, only a hundred steps away from Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu didn't move, there was a powerful spell ban in front of him, making this hundred steps an insurmountable chasm. Anyway, being able to see the bald man made him feel a lot more at ease.

"Zhou Qi, remember me? I'm Shen Shang from Pangshan, and we met decades ago. Shen Shang is a disciple of the Daomen, and he always has the opportunity to meet the senior Taoist priests of various Taoist families, "I really can't imagine that even you will fall into the devil." I remember you've been working on the art of soul restraint, how is it going?"

The Daoists of the Forbidden Secret Department all have their own research directions, Zuo Liuying focuses on the demon seed, and Zhou Qi is more interested in the soul, but he only cares about one thing at the moment, "Don't think that you and your head have deceived me, this is all a trick of Yi Shijun, it was he who told Sù to hand over the sword washing pool water to you, and he sacrificed a soul to give you such a little thing." ”

"A little? No one dares to say that the water of the Sword Washing Pool is a little bit, right? You must know that the Sword Washing Pool is different from other Dao Treasures, and a drop of water can also have the power of the entire Sword Washing Pool. Shen Shang rushed to respond, looking around, looking for Zhou Qi's figure.

"A powerful magic weapon must have great power to exert it, Mu Xingqiu, I have seen your double swords, what else can you do? Let me see. ”

"You'll see, can you start fighting?" Mu Xingqiu was also looking for Zhou Qi, but he never found it.

"Start?From the moment you left the Dou Zhuan Star Shifting Array, the fighting method had already begun. Mu Xingqiu, if you want to follow the Divine Taoist fighting method, you have to keep your eyes open wider. ”

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