Exorcism

The web-like half-demon body wrapped around Fei Yingren's right hand, but did not continue to wrap the body. Most of it was still floating in the air, like a six or seven-foot-long silk ribbon. Although it was colorful, it was all old and dim. Nothing colorful at all.

"It's checking me." Fei Yingren said in a mocking tone, "Can a body that has been living for more than twenty years withstand a half-demon body and exert its full power? A weak person cannot wield a sword. Small things can't accomplish great things. Father, why did you insist on saving me in the first place? Look at the rags you left me. Even with the crown on, it still stinks. Father, you forced me to stay here. It’s up to you to rescue me from the junk.”

The dozens of monsters left on the island are all loyal subordinates of the Supreme Demon Lord, and they are also part of the "legacy" inherited by Fei Yingren. No matter what he says, the monsters will not object. They stretch out their arms and press each other. With their hands on their shoulders, they formed a circle behind the young master.

Fei Yingren and his father's body did not participate in the circle formation.

The dead Supreme Demon Lord, under the control of sorcery, stood beside his son, tilting his head, unable to make any rebuttal to the accusations he received.

Yin Buchen was a little excited, "You should feel lucky that the Supreme Demon Lord is willing to sacrifice his life for you. He is a good father."

"The life of the demon clan is not valuable." Fei Yingren's eyes never left the half-demon body in his hand. "A good father can't make me live better. What I need is blood!"

The two monsters closest to the corpse removed their palms from each other's shoulders and put their hands on the corpse's shoulders at the same time.

The Supreme Demon Lord raised his head very slowly, and several joints creaked.

Yin Buchen showed a bit of surprise and hid behind Mu Xingqiu, whispering: "The Corpse Walking Formation is said to be able to temporarily resurrect the soul. It is somewhat similar to the Taoist Dengzhuke's magic... This boy is really good at his father. Cruel."

Dengzhuke will not cast spells on living souls within seven days. The Supreme Demon Lord died not long ago, so it is taboo to disturb his soul.

Dengzhuke is not the only soul art in the world, but it is the most complete and gentle one. The zombie walking array is a black art that does not follow any rules and is extremely harmful to the soul.

Mu Xingqiu was ready to never interfere, but at this time he hesitated. The Supreme Demon Lord had already suffered a lot, and death was a kind of relief for him, but the corpse walking formation would interrupt death and make it easier for him to do so. It may take far longer than 7749 days for his soul to fall into the abyss again.

Fei Yingren seemed to have guessed Yong Wangsun's thoughts. He raised his gaze and looked at him with a smile on his lips. "What is life and what is continuation? Everyone has different opinions."

Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized that his and Yin Buchen's guesses were wrong, "What's the point of doing this?"

"Meaning? As early as more than 20 years ago, I no longer pursued the so-called meaning. Life has its own trajectory and does not require unnecessary explanations." Fei Yingren paused, "I have listened to Mr. Yishi's lectures. , he said that his own memory exists in his thoughts, but the memory of his ancestors is only in the flesh and blood. In this way, we are all carriers, like a string of seeds. 'My own memory' is temporary, and 'the memory of our ancestors' Memory is eternal."

Yin Buchen stuck his head out and looked at Fei Yingren blankly. He was familiar with this passage. For some reason, the same words coming out of the sick monster's mouth sounded more like Mr. Yishi's "Yin Shijun" than his retelling. smell".

The corpse of Taishang Demon Lord slowly raised one arm, as if a thousand kilogram weight was hanging on it, and there were more joints making dry sounds.

"Thank you for returning the half-demon body to me. In return, I will prove one thing to you: Is the half-demon body looking for the soul or the body?"

The corpse's palm rested on Ying Fei Ren's shoulder. The sick demon's face was radiant and his smile became more obvious. "Please don't laugh at the creatures in the gutter. This is their living environment. Maybe they have the same ancestral memory as you."

The glowing face only lasted for a short while. Fei Yingren had veins all over his body, his eyes protruded, and he gritted his teeth to endure the pain of the laceration.

"Oh my god, he wants to exchange souls with the Supreme Demon Lord!" Yin Buchen finally realized that it was not the son who wanted to squeeze out the last bit of use value from his father, but the son who wanted to die in exchange for his father's rebirth.

After more than 20 years of surviving and more than 20 years of father-son love, Fei Yingren regards the reward as relief - without his father, he doesn't know how to live, but without him, his father has shed a big burden.

Mu Xingqiu walked over and put his hand on Fei Yingren's head.

The sick demon's expression suddenly changed, thinking that the opponent was going to destroy the ongoing zombie formation. Soon, his expression softened, and most of the most unbearable soul-cutting pain in the entire formation disappeared, "Thank you." He said.

Mu Xingqiu used the method of re-destruction on the sick demon, but this time, the soul did not leave the body temporarily, but parted forever.

Mu Xingqiu stepped back and observed. Fei Yingren's face was as lifeless as his father's. The half-demon body on his palm was retreating. Its next choice was crucial: if it completely left Fei Yingren's body, it would mean Mr. Ma's statement may be correct. There is a so-called demon body, and the owner is the demon's chosen one. If it is finally willing to accept this sick body, then what the seemingly half-demon body really values ​​is the soul.

Half-demon body and half-demon body are not exactly the same thing, but they are connected after all.

Mu Xingqiu no longer interferes in any way. No matter how ugly the zombie formation looks, it is their magic and their choice - there is life in the gutter, and there is also a way to survive.

Dozens of demons in the demon formation fell one after another. Whenever there was a vacancy, the demons on both sides would fill it, making the circle smaller and smaller.

Yin Buchen trembled slightly and turned around, not wanting to see the scene of father and son exchanging souls again. He was never soft-hearted and had killed many humans and demons, but the relationship between Taishang Demon Lord and Fei Yingren and his son The relationship puzzled him, also made him envious, even jealous.

"Why..." Yin Buchen let out a slight sob.

Mu Xingqiu was the only bystander. His cold face showed cruelty and ruthlessness. Only he could see the ups and downs in his heart. He thought that this was why many humans and monsters resisted the demons.

All that was left of Fei Yingren was his index finger, which was still wrapped in the web-like half-demon body. Once completely separated, his plan would end in disastrous failure: he gave up his life, but did not get his father's rebirth, which only proved that the demon's magic was real. Only those with special physiques are recognized.

Daotong Dengzhuke, Longbinhui's soul-changing technique, and the demon tribe's zombie formation are all soul techniques. Each one is simpler and bolder than the last one. Fei Yingren dared to replace his father's living soul, but the price he paid was also higher. He is so old that he cannot regenerate after entering his dead body. The Supreme Demon Lord who enters his son's body must also use his half-demon body to open his eyes.

The half-demon body was hesitating, analyzing, and inspecting. The changes in this body obviously confused it. There were fewer and fewer monsters maintaining the zombie formation, and when only three monsters were left holding each other's shoulders, the half-demon body finally made a decision.

The mesh armor wrapped Fei Yingren's body at an extremely fast speed, and the body of the Supreme Demon Master fell down again. The three demons also let go of their arms, swaying, looking at the young master expectantly and fearfully.

Fei Yingren's body was twisting and struggling, and from his throat he roared like a beast forced into a corner, full of despair and madness.

"No, why is it like this!?" The body slowly expanded, and the eyes were covered by armor, but they could not hide the hatred and anger inside. The eyes glanced around and landed on "Tuo Yong", "It's you! "

"You know exactly what is going on." Mu Xingqiu said coldly. This is another test and a key choice. "Do you want to be a half-demon, or do you want to be yourself?"

"I, I want to... kill you, kill everyone!" The body has grown to one foot, and the dim mesh armor begins to change to black.

All the loyal monsters were lying on the ground. If that body really wanted to kill people, they could only accept it.

"This is exactly the mission assigned by the half-demon: kill more than three thousand monsters for them to cast spells." Mu Xingqiu took a step forward and cast the Wuxu Illusion Technique. He did not stir up any emotions, just wanted to accurately grasp the body. The state of mind in the body.

The state of mind is like an ever-changing cloud. The half-demon body seems to feel that it has fallen into a trap, but it does not admit defeat, but is struggling hard. It still has a chance to turn defeat into victory. The trap is too weak and crude, and it is trying hard to fight for it. Jump out and swallow the hunter in one gulp.

"Kill..." He took a step with great effort and stretched his arms towards the enemy he hated the most.

Mu Xingqiu also took a step forward, his eyes wide, but his hands did not make any movement to cast a spell.

Yin Buchen turned around, first looking at the huge body that was completely enveloped by the half-demon body in shock, then staring at Mu Xingqiu, and said in a trembling voice: "Tao, Tao Zun, this is not a time for joking. They Both father and son are madmen, they must take action as soon as possible..."

"Fei Yingren is not saving you, nor is he saving himself. He is saving a bloodline, the bloodline you and he share." Mu Xingqiu still did not intend to take action, "No one knows him better than you. Think about it and work hard." Think about it, don't forget him like last time, you thought it was temporary forgetfulness, but the half-demon body will make you never think about him again."

The body looked up to the sky and roared, heart-breaking, without any cover-up or reserve, coming from the most primitive pain.

The mesh armor penetrated into the skin, as if it was going to corrode and swallow the body. Suddenly, the body jumped up, dragging a line of fire and flew into the distance.

Mu Xingqiu withdrew his Wuxu Illusion Technique and felt deeply tired.

The demons on the island stood up one after another, and several demons lifted the withered body of the Supreme Demon Lord. The demons bowed to Mu Xingqiu at the same time, and then supported each other and flew towards the body slowly but firmly. The direction to fly away.

Mu Xingqiu breathed out gently. He had a deeper understanding of half-demons and even demons.

Suddenly a voice came from mid-air, "The deep love between father and son is touching. Do you know that Yang Qingyin is willing to do the same thing for you, but you avoid it? It's really heartless."