Still Saying You're Not a Demonic Cult? He Has a Wife-Prospering Fighting Soul
The Roc Demon was captured in a very frustrating manner.
As is widely known, humans are a race that possesses intelligence and knows how to cooperate and divide labor.
That's why they were able to defeat the naturally powerful demon Demon Race, who were blessed with the power of their bloodline.
Even the Demon Race wasn't always called the Demon Race. It was only to band together and protect themselves against the human race that the various races were united and collectively called the Demon Race.
The Roc Demon is a free-spirited and unrestrained bird.
It had repeatedly escaped from the combined attacks of the army formations by relying on its speed, and it disdained the so-called 'coordination' of the human race.
When it left the Lineage, its grandmother warned it that it was because it hadn't encountered a true genius.
Roc Demon saw it today.
"How can that kid Movement Method so fast?"
The Roc Demon fled frantically, but it could sense that Huang Donglai, wearing Cloud-Stepping Boots, was faster than it, even though he was carrying someone.
The celestial being is getting closer and closer!
That's outrageous.
Even among bird-like Demon Beast, its speed is exceptional!
"At this rate, we'll be caught up sooner or later!" Roc Demon thought to himself, then was greatly alarmed.
If they catch up, then a fight will be inevitable.
Once the fight starts, I'm at the half-step Sixth Grade, close to the Inner Scene of the human race, and I can take on two Divine Observation cultivators...
The Roc Demon suddenly paused.
That's not right.
Its advantage lies in its near-total dominance.
The Roc Demon suddenly stopped.
Why the hell is it running?!
"If I can't outrun you, I can at least beat you!!"
A moment later.
In front of the nest on the cliff.
A large bump bulged on its bald head. The Roc Demon, bound tightly, was thrown to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Hmm? Brother Murong, what's wrong? Brother Murong?"
Li Mo was suddenly startled and became wary again.
Murong Xiao lay there with his eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, drool dripping from his mouth.
He looked like he had failed to abstain from pornography for many years.
"Brother Li, is it possible that he inhaled even more Muscle-Softening Powder than the Roc Demon?"
That makes sense.
Li Mo searched for antidotes.
However, he recently acquired quite a few new elixirs and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as some that Huang Donglai picked along the way, and he couldn't find them all at once. He would have to identify them slowly.
Fortunately, Huang Donglai was there, so he was able to identify it relatively quickly.
"This is..."
"Brother Li, this is 'Thousand-Centipede Bone-Eroding Ash,' specifically used to destroy evidence of corpses."
"Oh, what about this one?"
"This is Five-Colored Poison Mushroom. Anyone who eats it will suffer from severe hallucinations and be unable to distinguish between reality and dreams."
"This elixir looks so good, it should..."
"Brother Li! This is the 'Smile-Inducing Half-Step Madness'! Don't be fooled by its good appearance and the fact that it might even taste a little sweet—a must-have for home and travel—but eating it will make you laugh yourself to death!"
Li Mo searched for a long time.
Midway through, he accidentally dropped the forty-foot-long object on the ground with a 'clatter'.
"You, you are... members of the Demonic Cult?"
The dizzy Roc Demon barely regained consciousness and looked at the group in fear.
I've heard that there are some vicious and wicked people among the human race, just like the monstrous Calamity Beast of the Demon Race.
"What nonsense are you spouting? We are a legitimate and reputable sect. Otherwise, how could you have fallen into our hands?"
"This is what they mean by good triumphing over evil!"
Li Mo picked up the hammer and frowned.
"..."
Roc Demon looked at the Tortoiseshell Binding on his body, the bottles and jars of poison scattered on the ground, and the Weapon Slaughter Sharp Qi, menacing hammer.
Then I recalled the opponent's unorthodox fighting style.
"I don't want to French kiss someone."
The Roc Demon's cries were loud and unpleasant; it felt it was doomed, and its tongue would surely be cut off and used as a snack.
Bang--
Little Li gave it a hard flick on the forehead, leaving a large bump on the Roc Demon's bald head, topped with a smaller bump.
"Shut up, answer my questions. If you tell the truth, I'll consider sparing your life."
Li Mo said with a stern face.
According to the Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye, although this Roc Demon often harasses towns, it doesn't like to eat people. Instead, it prefers to plunder cattle and sheep or sneak into granaries to feast.
"Real?"
"You have no choice but to trust me."
"Then ask away."
The Roc Demon swallowed hard and became obedient.
"You've seen this woman before, haven't you?"
Li Mo took out a red bean snow skin mooncake.
The Roc Demon's eyes were bigger than mooncakes; its strong will to survive almost made it cross-eyed.
"It's her? Of course I've seen her before!"
"She's a living Rakshasa! Look at the hair on my head! She shaved it off!"
The Roc Demon poured out his grievances.
Where did she go?
Li Mo took a bite of the mooncake and asked.
"The Green Phoenix Territory." The Roc Demon wondered to himself, could this be the woman's enemy?
Otherwise, why would they want to devour the other person whole?
"If you want to hunt her down, you can only wait until she comes out of the Green Phoenix Territory."
"The Green Phoenix Clan is small in number but extremely powerful, and they forbid humans from approaching, not even male demonic Demon Beast."
"I don't know why, but she was allowed in as an exception and even received an audience with the clan chief..."
The Green Phoenix Territory.
Although it is autumn, this place is full of life.
The trees are exceptionally tall, with roots and leaves subtly displaying a magnificent bluish-green hue, making this already beautiful place even more like a fairyland.
Roads and treehouses are connected in the trees, making it look like a city built in the air.
A woman in blue walked slowly through the village. Her figure was no different from that of an ordinary person, but her hands were wings and her legs were bird claws.
She flapped her wings and flew to the treehouse at the top of the tree canopy.
But there stood a young girl dressed in a celadon-colored dress.
The girl's expression was like frost under the night sky, her eyes as clear as the cold moon, and she seemed to be surrounded by a layer of detachment and indifference, locking her in her own world.
Even a pure-blooded Green Phoenix like the Ancestor is probably not as aloof and lonely as this.
Actually, she wasn't like this when she first arrived in the Green Phoenix Territory. In particular, when she ate a certain kind of pie, a smile would appear on her lips.
I haven't seen her eat mooncakes lately, and she's been frowning more and more often.
Could it be that eating mooncakes has some magical power to make people happy?
Jingle--
The woman in blue shook the bell on her wrist at a peculiar frequency.
"Is the old clan chief calling me over?"
Ying Bing asked.
The woman in blue nodded.
A person and a bird flitted through the canopy of blue trees, stepping through dappled shadows, occasionally leaving the girl with a dusty halo.
Ring ring~
The woman in blue shook the bell again, meaning:
I envy you.
"What are you envious of?"
Ying Bing snapped out of her thoughts.
The woman in blue continued to shake the bell to express her meaning:
"I envy that you can speak."
Because of the bloodline of the Green Phoenix, one is unable to cry out for the rest of one's life, even after transforming into human form.
Unless you find your destiny.
But that's easier said than done.
It is very possible that a Green Phoenix will never be able to make a sound in its entire life.
The woman in blue could hardly believe that this girl before her, whose bloodline was unimaginably noble, was actually...
She became increasingly curious:
Who is the person you're thinking of?
"Him..."
Ying Bing cold eyes rippled slightly, and her tone softened for some reason. Sunlight fell on her glistening eyelashes, tinged with a trembling twilight.
"He's a Wife-Prospering Fighting Soul."