My Demon King Plush

Chapter 103

Xuan Mingbian seemed to have noticed Bai Ju's arrival, and immediately let out a slight buzzing sound. Xuanming's black light vibrated and spread from Bian's body. After several circles of ripples, the struggling and ferocious black lines around him were unwilling to give up. Reluctantly being suppressed and restrained, the formation that was rushing towards Bai Ju was also pulled hard, converged into a thread, and was pulled over again by Xuan Mingbian.

Bai Ju's eyes were soft, his eyes passed over the threads, and he raised his hand to touch the cool edge of the plaque.

Back then, if there were such a mythical beast sitting everywhere, it would not be Bai Laogou's turn to solve such troubles.

With a little emotion in his heart, Bai Ju sighed, collected his thoughts, and said to Xuan Mingbian: "Don't bother me too much... I'll help you."

Through Bai Ju's fingertips, Xuan Mingbian felt a trace of confusion and confusion; it only knew that the things it was extracting from the mountain were not good things, and they were obviously in an attack posture against Bai Ju. From Xuan Mingbian's point of view, this is quite dangerous.

Bai Ju chuckled and touched the mottled mark on Xuan Ming's plaque: "Don't worry, I'm fine. This thing can't do anything to me."

After finishing speaking, Bai Ju also rubbed his fingertips twice comfortingly and then withdrew his hand.

The next moment, in Bai Ju's pitch-black right eye, a deep scarlet slowly emerged from the bottom of his eye. After a while, the entire pupil turned into a strong red.

The scars spreading from the corners of the eyes also lit up, and the ominous crimson was intertwined with bright gold. For a moment, those lines were like lava surging under the cracked ground.

For a moment, Silk Line, who had just bared his teeth and claws in an attempt to kill him, seemed to have seen something terrible. He trembled and struggled again, trying to escape from Xuan Mingbian——

How could Bai Ju give it such an opportunity? It was the first time that he took the initiative to use the thing in his right eye. It was impossible for him to do it without targeting.

A terrifying suction force erupted from Bai Ju's body, as if a greedy evil spirit had finally found food; the black thread pulled out by Xuan Mingbian instantly lost its shape, twisted a few times, and was roughly scattered into smoke. , rolling towards Bai Ju's open palm.

This evil power is sealed in the mountain, and it contains the inheritance of the vampire itself, but more of it is the resentment, fear, evil and other messy things accumulated over the years, as if the source is not limited to the island. These things are difficult to peel off without destroying the seal, but the Xuanming Plaque itself has an extremely close connection with the island, so that it can be pulled out and stored in the plaque while keeping the seal intact. The Xuanwu power poured into the mountain instead of this thing, completing the replacement.

It was difficult for Bai Ju to operate at first, but now with Xuan Ming Bian as a medium, he simply and neatly gathered the things that Xuan Ming Bian had stripped out into the palm of his hand.

The ivory white skin looked particularly pale in this ignorant space. His palms were slightly closed. Bai Ju's palms were covered with a thin layer of golden light, blocking the invasion of the evil black energy; the details were undetectable. The golden threads flowed from time to time, compressing the black smoke into a ball the size of a pigeon egg, slowly rotating in Bai Ju's palm to absorb more.

The things in his eyes began to struggle and resist. It needs this black energy... it wants to devour these readily available delicacies so that it can strengthen itself and resist the mountain god who has suppressed it for thousands of years.

The familiar feeling of swelling and pain lingers in my mind, bringing with it the illusion of severe pain...

Bai Ju closed his eyes.

Something he thought he would never touch again.

Thousands of years of torture are imprinted in his bone marrow. Even if he doesn't hate it, this body has already remembered the pain that thing caused him; so much so that just some mild symptoms can awaken his memory.

Sharp nails poked out from the fingertips uncontrollably.

Bai Ju held the black air dumpling in one hand and clenched the other hand into a fist. The meridians hidden under the skin bulged, but soon calmed down.

calm……

Things have passed. This thing has been suppressed by himself and wasted away in countless years. Now there is only a little bit of dregs left, without complete consciousness and no ability to turn over.

This thing has become his defeated enemy, and it has become a part of his body that has been sealed. He should have the ability to use it, to transform it... into his own body.

A burst of clarity poured into his mind from Tianling Gaier, dispelling all painful hallucinations; the lines that spread from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks seemed to be threatened by something, and the dark red light flickered more intensely, making him look a little panicked.

Countless golden threads jumped out, binding the crimson markings, crushing and destroying them bit by bit.

Little by little, the blood red in Bai Ju's eyes was caught in a net by golden light, and after a while, the two merged together without distinguishing each other, becoming a golden red like the scorching sun.

Bai Ju breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and then raised his head to communicate with Xuan Mingbian: "Excuse me, please replace this black energy as soon as possible."

Xuan Mingbian had been ordered by Bai Ju to occupy the mountain to replace the power here; but with its own ability alone, it could not guarantee that it could control all the black energy when the replacement was too fast, so it peeled off the cocoons little by little. Come.

Now Bai Ju uses it as a medium, but he can directly suppress the black energy in the island. This also eliminates future troubles for Xuan Mingbian; even though Xuan Mingbian's remaining intelligence cannot allow him to understand Bai Ju What had just happened to his body did not prevent him from judging that Bai Ju had enough power to deal with the black energy.

Yibian and the demon king in the virtual realm of the mountain reached a consensus. For a time, Xuanmingbian no longer suppressed himself, and countless black energy came from around him.

The waves surged in the surrounding space, and the gathering speed was more than a hundred times faster than before.

Xuanzhong's black aura was straight and cold, billowing out from the Xuanming plaque at the same time, spreading outward from this small virtual realm, penetrating into the entire island of Guihe Island, and also into the seal; The limited part of the vampire's inheritance has been stripped away. After being purified by Xuan Mingban and deepened by Xuanwu breath, it seems to have merged and mutated into another kind of power, between Yinxie and Haoran, which is more suitable than the previous state. The sharks absorbed it.

If the seal is opened in the future and the sharks transfer the power in the seal, the risk of them accepting it will be much smaller.

Bai Ju stabilized the black ball in his palm, raised his other hand and touched his lower eyelid, then he concentrated on a water mirror and looked in the mirror.

Well...the scar is still there, not gone.

It looked like what he had guessed before. As long as the thing was in his body, whether it was suppressed or absorbed by him, the scar could not be removed.

Unfortunately, if he stripped these powers out of his body in order to remove the scar, he might not be able to give Xiao Yao the Emperor's Life. After all, it's not a good thing, but it's really a powerful thing.

Otherwise, how could I have tortured him for so many years?

Regardless of how much this thing has improved Bai Ju's strength, starting from Bai Lao Gou himself, he actually feels a bit disappointed.

He didn't like the scar on his face. Although Xiao Yao praised it for looking good, he still wanted to remove it and show his Yao Yao that he was clean and not contaminated with anything.

A first, purest self.

Be it skin or soul.

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Xiao Yao felt a little uneasy.

When he was distracted for the third time, Qu Lang finally couldn't help raising his hand and gave Brother Xiao a blow to his head.

"Brother Xiao, Master Xiao, what are you doing out of your mind?" Qu Lang held a translucent string in his mouth and motioned for him to help in an inarticulate voice, "Where to tie me next?"

Xiao Yao touched his forehead and returned to his normal state of mind. Instead of worrying about Qu Lang's flick on his forehead like before, he focused his eyes on the formation plate in Qu Lang's hand and pointed at the silver nails. At a certain star position, he said: "Here."

Qu Lang hurriedly wound up the string.

The silver nails on this array plate are arranged according to the stars, and the array is connected and arranged through refined silk ropes. The stars are different every day, and the arrangement is also inconsistent. Only after the array is formed will it automatically adjust according to the stars. .

Qu Lang has some knowledge of formations, but when he and Xiao Yao studied together with their master, Xiao Yao focused on star arts, while he focused on military skills, so although his attainments in formations were not shallow, But it was still not as good as one-tenth of Xiao Yao's, so when he was tossing around with the array, he could arrange part of it himself, but he had to ask Xiao Yao to determine the key nodes for the rest.

This is not to say that Qu Lang's strength is poor.

In fact, like many capable people and strangers, Qu Langsheng was also quite frustrated in this era. Qu Lang, who was good at military skills, lacked "soldiers"; the so-called soldiers, one is soldiers, the other two are weapons, and the third one is the art of war.

Having usable talents under your command requires a partner who has the most tacit understanding, and you are a soldier; you have usable weapons in your bag, and swords, guns, swords and halberds are ever-changing and endless, which are weapons; refining morale, slaying demons, and establishing Taoism all form their own artistic conception. Heaven and earth are for the art of war.

These three are indispensable, but Qu Lang lacks all of them.

As for soldiers, he has teammates, but there is no tacit partner who can truly match his strength. The people under him have their own ways, and no one can be his only tacit understanding. In terms of weapons, although there are many modern cold weapons and hot weapons, the weapons mentioned in the warlock world refer to spiritual instruments. Therefore, it is a pity that the spiritual weapons in Qu Lang's hands are only a few, and they are not ever-changing. Maybe, to put it bluntly, it means poverty. When it comes to Taoism, it is based on the first two.

In the art of war, soldiers are gods of war. Without soldiers and weapons, the art of war would be a fantasy.

Therefore, the strength that Qu Lang can really exert now is probably less than one-tenth of his true strength.

After Xiao Yao pointed out two or three nodes, his eyes fell on Qu Lang and he couldn't help but start to lose focus.

Somehow he remembered something Bai Ju had said with certainty several times...as if he was sure that the status quo of this era would change. The pearl will not be covered with dust, but the era will open a new chapter.

In this era, the more knowledgeable a cultivator is, the more aware they are of how low the ceiling above their head is. However, Bai Laogou has vaguely expressed several times that this ceiling will soon become higher.

Xiao Yao had a headache.

He believed that Bai Laogou would not act without aim, but he did not know whether to break this boundary was the natural development of this world, or whether Bai Ju needed to sacrifice something as an opportunity, or whether he needed to pay some price himself.

The uneasiness in my heart became more and more serious.

Xiao Yao stood up suddenly, took two steps anxiously, and then sat back down: "...the next one will go around here."

Qu Langmu looked up at Xiao Yao blankly. It was rare to see him so unstable. He stopped and felt at a loss: "Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yao grabbed a handful of his hair and squatted down with his head down.

After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "I doubt your stupid dog, Brother Bai..."

Probably, maybe, he should have... done something that he can't look back on.

Maybe it wasn't a bad thing, but maybe it was something he wasn't willing to do.

There's a bit of a lump in my throat.

Xiao Yao stared at the ground at his toes, wishing he could make a hole.

The "burning out" emotion that flashed through his heart just now definitely did not originate from him. Xiao Yao couldn't think of anyone other than Bai Ju who could directly affect his emotions.

Closed his eyes.

Xiao Yao changed the subject: "Alang, I want... to get my memory back."

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Ahem, because I am worried that everyone will make wild guesses, the following words contain spoilers to a certain extent, so I don’t want to skip them if I don’t want to be spoiled.

One, the remaining thing in Bai Lao Gou's eyes is a fragment of the devil's godhead, which is something Bai Lao Gou is quite resistant to, which will be mentioned directly later. Due to part of his nature, Bai Laogou hated the devil from the beginning. Although he had already worn away this fragment, he always felt uneasy and worried that he would be influenced by the devil and do bad things, so he kept escaping and was unwilling to use this dirty and dangerous power. In this chapter, he decided to fully accept and use it. This is the power.

Secondly, Xiao Yao's memory is one of the keys to his fate. It's not that his lost memory cannot be retrieved, but the cost of retrieving it is uncontrollable. Therefore, Xiao Yao has been avoiding this matter. I hope Being able to live life with the best of both worlds under the condition of "amnesia". In this chapter, he guessed part of Bai Ju's behavior, and intuitively felt that his memory could be a breakthrough point, and he was unwilling to let Bai Laogou bear the responsibility alone.

That’s why the title of this chapter is called No Escape~

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