Chapter 129 The little white rabbit spoiled by the holy monk is the demon king 14
Chapter 129 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (14)
"Brother Xiong, you are so amazing. I still have three hundred and thirty-five years to go, woo hoo." After eating two peanuts, Monkey Spirit burst into tears.
"Okay, don't be discouraged. There is still hope for you to enter the demon world early."
The monkey spirit burst into tears and looked at him blankly: "Brother Xiong, is it true?"
The bear spirit glanced at him: "Do you know why our demon world wants to fight with Qingya Mountain? It's because the demon king is missing!"
"How brave is Qingya Mountain?" The monkey spirit's eyes widened in shock, but he understood why the demon world wanted to attack Qingya Mountain.
The Demon King is Master Xiu’s pet peeve!
Not to mention Qingya Mountain, a small mountain gate for cultivating immortals in the mortal world. Even in the two realms of heaven and demon, if it goes against the demon king, Master Xiu will have to avenge the demon king even if he goes to heaven or earth.
"Who knows this? But the news is this. The demon king has disappeared in Qingya Mountain. Master Xiu gave Qingya Mountain seven days to hand over the demon king, otherwise Qingya Mountain will be wiped out with blood.
Nowadays, almost all the transformed demons in the demon world for more than three hundred years have gathered at the foot of Qingya Mountain.
Tomorrow is the last day of the seven-day period. If Qingya Mountain cannot hand over the demon king this time, according to Lord Xiu’s ruthless and determined behavior, Qingya Mountain will become a ghost mountain from now on!"
Monkey Spirit: "Haha, it would be best if those nosy nosy monks from Qingya Mountain died.
It would be best if the demon king is killed by the monks from Qingya Mountain, so that the rule that ugly demons are not allowed to enter the demon world before they have fully transformed can be changed..."
"Don't be too happy, grandma!"
The bear spirit glanced around in horror: "If you had just cursed the death of the demon king and it had passed through Master Xiu's ears, your grandma wouldn't have to wait until she transformed, and she could go away and be reincarnated!"
"..."
The food on the table was almost untouched, and Qi Sheng left the inn with the white rabbit in his arms.
Nan Xian's head hurt after listening to the conversation between the two goblins. More than a month ago, she had completely refined the demon elixir of the former demon king in her body. Her demon power had greatly increased, and the demon trap could no longer trap her.
So she summoned the white rabbit that Qi Sheng had fed, cast a spell to turn it into her own appearance and left it in the trapped demon cage, while she turned into the white rabbit to find Qi Sheng.
But she forgot about Lu Yixiu.
The boy in black was willing to make a homemade purple whip and be whipped by her over and over again in order to let the Demon King vent his anger.
A bay horse rushed out of the street and galloped across the wilderness.
On my birthday, I traveled around the clock, not eating or drinking, and not caring about my health at all.
Nanxian knew what Qingya Mountain meant to him. In his heart, Qingya Mountain was the place where he grew up and practiced cultivation, and it was a place he was more attached to than home.
They have been traveling southward for more than half a month. Because Qi Sheng is not good at words and rarely communicates with other people, they have no idea about the war between the Demon Realm and Qingya Mountain.
According to what the bear spirit said yesterday, today is the day when the war between the demon world and Qingya Mountain begins.
Nan Xian was entangled in Qi Sheng's arms with Lan Bu Duo. How could Qingya Mountain hand over the demon king?
The horse jolted, Qi Sheng's face looked uglier than ever before, and the slightly bulging veins on the back of his hands showed how uneasy he felt now and how eager he was to rush back to Qingya Mountain.
Suddenly, the rabbit in his arms jumped out.
"Yaoyao! Hu--"
Qi Sheng's expression changed and he quickly reined in the reins.
However, before the horse's hooves could slow down, a breeze blew by his side, and a huge and strong demonic energy swept over him instantly.
The maroon horse underneath him kicked its hooves uneasily, neighing restlessly, but it seemed as if there was a strong force holding it down, preventing the frightened horse from running wildly.
Qi Sheng turned around and saw the Demon King, whose clothes were as red as maples and whose face was as white as snow.
"You already knew it, the white rabbit is me."
Nan Xian fixedly looked at Qi Sheng, who was riding on a horse. He was wearing a bamboo hat and a black gauze hanging on his face, looking at her with a complex and painful expression.
"Don't look at me like this. I hate seeing you in pain and embarrassment. If it's not Qingya Mountain, I'll just save it for you."
The demon king pursed his red lips and turned into a red stream of light and disappeared into the wilderness.
Qi Sheng looked at the red light that disappeared in the blink of an eye, his heart froze, and he murmured to himself: "Yaoyao", raised his whip, and galloped away: "Drive!"
The bay-red horse was previously frightened by Nanxian's demonic power. Once it was free of restraints, its speed increased twice as fast as before.
At this time, Chuiliu Town at the foot of Qingya Mountain was deathly silent.
The people stayed behind closed doors, sealed their doors and windows, and blocked them with furniture.
They have never seen so many monsters in their lives!
About ten days ago, many people entered the town one after another. At first, the people of Chuiliu Town did not take it seriously and did not take it to heart.
After all, Chuiliu Town is located at the foot of Qingya Mountain, the holy land for spiritual practice. Every year, many people who want to practice come to Qingya Mountain to seek entry.
Even today's saints will go to Qingya Mountain to pray for good weather in times of disaster.
The strange phenomenon that first appeared was that the cats and dogs in the village barked day and night, making people feel uneasy.
Later, a new "person" who came to the village ate the steamed buns without paying for them. When he found out that the steamed buns were stuffed with beef, he vomited in front of the shop owner. The shop owner turned pale from the insult.
The caller commented: "My sign says it's not delicious and free of charge, but the folks all know that my steamed buns are made of pure and authentic beef, and the cows are all freshly killed——"
Before he finished speaking, the crowd gasped.
The shop owner turned around in surprise and was frightened to death. The customer who had eaten his buns turned into a strong ox before his eyes.
Two bell-like eyes stared at him, the long and thick horns were pointed at the shop owner, and he said: "Why is it beef stuffing and not pork stuffing?"
The store owner was so frightened that his face turned pale. It's good that he didn't faint. How could he speak eloquently?
But I heard someone next to me say dissatisfiedly: "Have we pigs offended you?"
"Monster!" The people watching watched the person next to them suddenly turn into a pig monster with a pig head and a human body. Their horrified voices soared into the sky and they subconsciously ran away.
Demon power and Qinggong are completely different.
Qinggong requires practicing internal skills and mental methods to accumulate internal power, and demon power is something that demons are born with.
Although Nan Xian's body is a herbivorous rabbit.
But she smelted the demon elixir of the former demon king, and suddenly obtained the demon power inherited by the former demon king for thousands of years. It only took her a stick of incense to arrive at Chuiliu Town in the clouds and mist.
However, it's still too late.
Lu Yixiu and Jin Zhao had led the demon army to attack Qingya Mountain. Traces of fighting could be seen along the way. The gilt plaques on Qingya Mountain had been torn down and split into two pieces and scattered on the ground.
Nan Xian didn't dare to delay and hurriedly flew towards the mountain.
In the wide meditation square in front of Qingfeng Hall, the leader was kneeling on the ground with two monsters on his left and right, pinned down by his shoulders and arms. Next to him were a group of disciples from the mountain, and the corpses of several disciples were lying on the ground.
Red blood meanders into the intricate Buddhist inscriptions carved on the ground.