PFC Chapter 578 Mission
Chapter 578 Mission
The demon king walked up to him and pinched his chin with his claw-like fingers: "Do you know why I spared your life?"
Mo Xue lowered his eyes: "My subordinates...are still useful."
"good."
The demon king loosened his hand, and his foul breath sprayed on his face. "In a month, there will be the Tianxuan Sword Sect's sect competition. I want you to sneak into the Tianxuan Sword Sect and retrieve my right eye that was sealed by old man Xuanxiao three hundred years ago."
Mo Xue's pupils suddenly shrank.
When the demon king turned around, half of his rotten face was revealed under his black robe—there was a black hole at the right eye, and the edge was covered with maggot-like black spells.
"If you fail again..."
The demon king smiled sinisterly, "I will use your nine tails to make wine."
After the demon king left, Mo Xue slowly stood up. He wiped the blood from his lips, and a cold look appeared in his golden eyes.
"Boss, this old guy is really cruel. He even gave us such a task. You should know that the Tianxuan Sword Sect's formation will automatically destroy monsters." 6872 was so anxious that his mind was spinning in circles.
“How can this be accomplished?”
While Chu Ziyu controlled the human body to take Lin Ci'an back to the sect, he sneered at the demon body.
"What should I do? Cold salad."
"I can't enter the Sword Sect, but the other me can come and go freely."
When he walked out of the hall, several demon guards cast sympathetic glances at him.
In the demon clan, those who have been punished by the demon king himself usually do not survive more than three days.
Mo Xue suddenly stopped, and his nine tails shone silvery in the moonlight.
“What are you looking at?”
He narrowed his golden eyes, "Want to try the feeling of being struck bald by lightning?"
The guards immediately lowered their heads and retreated.
Returning to his cave, Mo Xue set up a barrier and finally removed his disguise.
He collapsed on the stone bed and used his demonic power to check his injuries - three ribs were broken and there were cracks in his demon pill.
(Hiss...I have to find a way to heal my wounds.)
Suddenly, he remembered the gentle lightning at Lin Ci'an's fingertips. A bold idea emerged -
(Since the sword bone spiritual power can heal injuries...)
Mo Xue stood up and took out a bronze mirror from the secret compartment.
Ripples appeared on the mirror, revealing the scene on the human side:
Chu Ziyu was flying his sword with Lin Ci'an through the sea of clouds. The young man tightly grasped the corner of his brother's clothes, his eyes shining like stars.
"Brother, does the Sword Sect really have a talking crane?"
“Yes, but don’t feed them alcohol.”
"Why?"
"Last time, Third Junior Brother secretly fed him, and he was pecked so hard that he didn't dare go out for three months."
Lin Ci'an laughed so hard that he almost fell off his sword and was grabbed by Chu Ziyu by the collar.
Mo Xue looked at the interaction in the mirror and raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously. It was not until the wound was touched that he came back to his senses, and a hint of complexity flashed across his golden eyes.
(What am I happy about...)
He swung his tail in annoyance, but heard 6872 suddenly call the police:
"Warning! The demon king has been detected spying on this place!"
Mo Xue's fur instantly exploded, and his nine tails stood up. He smashed the bronze mirror and bit his tongue, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
"magical!"
The blood condensed into blood-red runes in the air. The entire cave scene was distorted for a moment and then returned to normal.
Almost at the same time, a divine sense swept across the cave.
The feeling was like a cold snake's tongue licking the back of his neck. Mo Xue's hair stood on end and he held his breath until the consciousness faded.
(That was a close call...)
He collapsed to the ground and found that the fur on all nine of his tails had exploded into dandelions.
"Boss, what the demon king just saw was an illusion you set up in advance: a cat licking its fur."
6872 was still terrified. "But this is not a solution. We have to—"
(We need to speed up the plan.)
He looked at the fragments of the bronze mirror and took off the silver mask he had been wearing. His pale face was reflected in the mask.
The facial features are exactly the same as those of the human Chu Ziyu, but there is a hint of weird evil in them.
"It seems that we must replace the prince with a cat."
"This old man is really hard to trust."
After the apprenticeship ceremony, Immortal Master Xuanxiao flicked his wide sleeves, and the clouds under his feet surged, turning into a stream of light that swept up the four disciples.
Lin Ci'an only felt a flash before his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in a large hall.
"Kneel down."
The voice of Immortal Master Xuanxiao was not loud, but it made the hall suddenly quiet.