Exorcism

"Feiba, how did you escape from Yashan?"

Mu Xingqiu recognized Feiba, but his ordinary question provoked an unexpected violent reaction. An angry howl sounded from the fifty-foot-high wall, and a huge "bat" quickly moved downwards against the surface of the city wall. Crawling, the black cloak did not droop, but dutifully covered the half-demon's body, more like membranous bat wings.

In the blink of an eye, Feiba crawled to a position just over a foot above the ground and stopped. He raised his head, revealing his face in the hood, and stared at Mu Xingqiu below, "Call me...call me Mr. Yishi!"

Another demon slave who regards himself as the only successor of Lord Yishi. Compared with demons such as Yin Buchen, Feiba is the least confident. He tries hard to show the anger in his voice, but he can't hide his serious confusion. And fear, he was afraid not only of the Taoist priest in front of him, but also of the real Lord Yishi who had disappeared for many years. Just mentioning these three words was enough to make Fei Ba tremble with fear.

The deeper the fear, the more he wants to occupy the name "Yishijun". This is Feiba's idea, and it is also the idea of ​​most demon clans.

Mu Xingqiu did not raise his head and pressed the straw hat on his head, "Sorry, Taoist priest's memory is too strong, I can't forget the name Feiba."

Feiba's appearance hasn't changed much, even the evasive look in his eyes is still there, but he is no longer the one-legged little demon who couldn't fight back. He clung to the city wall with his hands and feet and hissed threateningly. Hissed, but did not take action immediately, he was hesitating.

Like those leaders who had just taken over power but didn't know how to control their subordinates, Feiba's mind was filled with majestic words and cruel methods, but he lost the best opportunity to perform in the process of weighing his options.

Mu Xingqiu knew from this that no matter how high-pitched his voice was when he called himself Lord Yishi, Feiba was still a cowardly little demon at heart.

The bamboo-like Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons spoke, as if she didn't feel the tension in the atmosphere at all. Her voice was as casual as if she was talking to the sisters she was most familiar with, "The inspection is over, no problem. This unicorn is really beautiful. Wait until it dies. Now, I’m going to nail it to the wall, right opposite the big bed. I’ll have to look at it every time I give birth, maybe I can give birth to something better.”

Flea looked up at the tall Banshee King and immediately jumped behind Mu Xingqiu.

"Haha, it can understand my words, which makes it even more interesting. What about this..." Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons spoke a series of strange languages, probably the dialect of a certain tribe.

The flea didn't respond. It was a Pangshan spiritual beast. It was familiar with the language of Taoist priests and knew nothing about demon language.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons sighed in disappointment and turned to Feiba on the city wall. The Banshee King was a little taller than the position where the half-demon was staying. "Ishi-kun, can you enter the city? You know I can't stand too high. "Jiu, I need my bed."

This "Mr. Yishi" finally relieved the anger and hesitation in Feiba's heart, "Yes, yes, I will let the Taoist priest see my...my abilities later."

"That's great, I just need to relieve my boredom."

Feibas climbed up along the original path and soon disappeared behind the city wall.

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons walked to the low city gate and bent down to enter. Before taking a step, she said to Mu Xingqiu: "Will you destroy the entire Ice City?"

"I'm here by invitation. I'm a guest of Ice City. I'm not here to fight."

"You carry a curse, and everywhere you go will be destroyed. Even if you don't want to, there will be other forces to do it for you." The brain of the Holy Mother of All Sons may have been destroyed due to too many and too frequent births. When it comes to destruction, she actually He smiled with joy and said, "The collapse of the ice city will be a magnificent scene."

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons entered the city gate, and the skeleton lantern remained at the door to monitor the guests.

Mu Xingqiu turned around and looked at Flea, wondering if there was anything special that the Virgin of Ten Thousand Sons had just detected. This Banshee King looked confused, but her words were somewhat mysterious. She could rule the Ice City for many years and should not be underestimated.

Ice City occupies a small area. In order to accommodate the demon people, it can only develop underground and above ground at the same time. There are tall buildings here that are rare among the demon clan, and the underground caves are much deeper. There are tall buildings and steps made of white stone everywhere, and it is a vast expanse of white. It's almost spotless, not even leaving any footprints after walking through it.

The Taoist priest's memory is far superior to that of ordinary people, but after setting foot on a new level for the seventeenth time, Mu Xingqiu could no longer remember the exact path out.

As numerous as the steps are the descendants of the Virgin. Those monsters who look very similar, but differ in age and gender, stand in front of every house, salute respectfully to the Virgin, and even kneel down to kiss the ground she walks on, looking at those who follow her. The Taoist priest who was about twenty steps behind her was full of hatred. A little demon who looked six or seven years old spat at him from a distance.

As the altitude increased, Mu Xingqiu finally saw some different demon clans. They were all visitors to the Ice City, and they had their own agendas. Some were seeking refuge, some were looking for new leaders, and some were just following the crowd. Their attitude towards Taoist priests was more similar to that of the demons on the other side of Shengzi Lake. Even if they didn't like Mu Xingqiu, they were still afraid of him. No matter old or young, no demon dared to spit on him, and most of them hid behind doors and windows to peek out.

Nearly half an hour later, the long road was finally completed. Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons looked at her palace and said to herself: "The last time, this is the last time I leave the city."

The palace is tall and spacious. It is probably the only place with rich colors in the entire Ice City. The walls are covered with colorful curtains, some of which are so bright that they are eye-catching. There are a large number of animal carcasses inlaid between the curtains, most of which are strange beasts. Some of them are very ancient and have long been extinct. Mu Xingqiu has only seen the graphics in Taoist books.

The hobbies of the Holy Mother of All Sons throughout the ages are obviously similar.

There is no throne in the palace, instead there is a big bed. As soon as the Virgin Mary came in, she was carried to the bed by her descendants who were only half her height. She leaned against the pillow softly, showing an extremely comfortable look, as if she never wanted to get out of bed. .

Mu Xingqiu stopped and stood opposite the big bed, scanning his eyes but still not finding Lan Bingju.

The flea stood close to Mu Xingqiu, feeling nervous in the face of too many colors and animal carcasses.

Feiba walked out from behind the bed, wearing the only black clothes in the palace. He was bent low and walked with a limp. His prosthetic legs made a thumping sound on the white stone ground, like a vulture slowly walking toward food.

He walked to the opposite side of Mu Xingqiu and waved his left hand in an exaggerated gesture. His whole body flew up and hung in mid-air, slightly higher than Mu Xingqiu and able to look at him at eye level.

"Only I can cast magic at will in the Ice City. I don't have to be afraid...of you."

Mu Xingqiu secretly tried it, and the inner elixir was functioning normally, the meridians were not affected, the magic power could be quickly transmitted to Jiang Palace, and there was no problem with Niwan Palace's thoughts, but the magic happened at the last step of leaving Jiang Palace and preparing to take shape. Without stagnation, even summoning an ordinary magic weapon from the treasure bag becomes very difficult.

Fortunately, the Frost Soul Sword on his left wrist was still ready to come out. With the help of Fangfang's soul, Mu Xingqiu could cast powerful spells with a small amount of mana, so he smiled and said, "I'm not here to kill you, nor am I here to rob you." You don't need to be afraid of me."

"Even if you want to kill me, I'm not afraid!" Feiba said angrily.

"Did the Yashan Taoist priests free you?" Mu Xingqiu asked. Zuo Liuying and Zhou Qianhui might have just arrived at Yashan at this time, and they were definitely not the ones who rescued the half-demon.

"I don't need to be released. I left Asan with my own ability."

Mu Xingqiu guessed, "Dao Tong and Qi Wushang were fighting, and most of the Taoist priests in Yashan left the mountain to protect the sword-washing pool. You escaped at that time. You are not even a prisoner. Yashan drained your memory and drained you Just dumped it in the nearby mountains."

Feiba's face turned red, but his wet eyes were even more angry, "Nonsense! Yashan Taoist priests are too stupid. I handed over my memories on my own initiative. They only care about the whereabouts of the water in the sword washing pool and did not notice the magic spell on the scroll." Wen. I could have left Asan long ago, I just wanted to practice Qigong quietly there.”

Feiba straightened up suddenly, and was suddenly much taller than Mu Xingqiu. He opened his arms as if praying to the gods in the sky, "I succeeded! I practiced Demon Lord Zhengfa and became the best demon in the world." , no longer afraid of any Taoist priests!”

The Virgin Mary lying on the bed applauded, and the slaves also applauded, "Okay, well said, I just need a scene like this to relieve my boredom."

Feiba enjoyed the applause and kept an upright posture. When the applause disappeared, he slowly bent down again, his confidence doubled, "Now it's not a question of whether you want to kill me, but whether I should kill you."

"Where's Lan Bingju? She invited me here just to let you kill me?"

"You are a gift and an offering." Feiba showed his favorite cruel smile, "I want to use you to make an attempt. Aren't you very interested in the art of transforming demons? I will satisfy your request. Qi Wushang is an idiot. Without Demon Lord Zhengfa, the art of transforming demons will never be perfected."

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons applauded again, not knowing which sentence she was more satisfied with.

Feiba was encouraged, and his voice became louder and even a bit sharp, "The so-called demon transformation technique is the method of re-annihilation in the Demon Lord's Zhengfa, with just a few changes added."

"'A Little Change' was something Lan Bingqu taught you, right?" Mu Xingqiu was like the most picky audience member, always pointing out various mistakes on the stage without politeness.

Qi Wushang gathered a large number of magicians to study the art of demon transformation. Without these foundations, Feiba would never have been able to reform the method of re-destruction in the short time after escaping from Ashan.

When Mu Xingqiu reached the point of pain, Feiba's face twisted and he struggled several times, but finally gave up arguing and shouted, "Take it out."

Several demon servants walked out of a small door, carrying a chair, on which sat a stiff Pei Zihan. He might have entered the city from another direction, not the same as Mu Xingqiu.

Pei Zihan breathed heavily, glanced at Mu Xingqiu, said nothing, and immediately turned to Feiba, "You promised."

"Do you really want to be a pure demon?" Feiba asked, his voice more normal, finally showing the arrogance he expected.

"This is my only pursuit."

"Okay." Feiba looked at Mu Xingqiu, "Look carefully, this will be your fate soon."

Feiba landed, staggered to Pei Zihan, stretched out a hand and pressed it on his forehead, and a large number of strange words appeared on the back of his hand.