Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

While King Jiadi was healing the fake Princess Agoncuo's injuries, at the same time, a figure as ethereal as smoke silently bypassed the patrolling guards and sneaked into his bedroom.

A black silk curtain hung high above the embroidered and stacked ice-jade bed. A faint chill seeped out from inside, transforming into a light icy mist that made one feel cold in the face.

Wen Jiao lifted a corner of the silk curtain and saw a human figure bulging inside, covered from head to toe by the black quilt, without a single gap. Her Qi circulated in her body to its fullest and most active state, she protected her heart with the Tianfang Treasure Mirror, drew out the Dragon Snake Sword, and used the blade to pry open a section of the quilt.

In the dark, there shouldn't be any changes in light. But in Wen Jiao's eyesight, she clearly felt that with the reveal of that peerless beauty, the entire night sky suddenly became brighter.

The graceful figure is magnificent and the beauty is unparalleled.

"'I'd rather not know how beautiful a woman is than to lose a city or a country. It's hard to find a beautiful woman again.'" Wen Jiao sighed silently. If the woman in front of her had not had a heartbeat and no body temperature, she would be almost the same as a living person. But a body without vitality, unexpectedly, has soft skin, red lips, and no stiffness in the limbs. Is this normal?

Wen Jiao picked up the corpse by the waist, and suddenly she smelled a faint fragrance, which was obviously the body odor coming from the other person.

"Queen Akahime, I'm sorry," she sighed.

"Ho, ho, ho." The corpse still had no heartbeat or breathing, but suddenly made three strange noises.

"What's that sound!" The guard outside the bedroom immediately asked in alert.

Wen Jiao put the queen's body into the ice jade pot, used the Yaksha magic to change the pillow into the appearance of Queen Chiji, covered the quilt again, and then escaped.

When the guards rushed in, the hall was empty.

The trip to Muya Kingdom to search for magic items went unusually smoothly. He could find any strange and bizarre things in the miasma-ridden forest at the border of Muya. In just one day, Zhumu and Mesa collected all the magic items on the list. Mesa was nervous all the way, and only breathed a sigh of relief at this time: "Queen, the magic items are all collected, we should go back."

Zhu Mu smoothed the grass leaves on her hair, then looked at the rotten mud on her boots, frowned in disgust, and her eyes involuntarily slid towards the lake not far away: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's so hard to come out here, it would be a pity if we don't have fun. Mesa, look at how clear the lake water is!"

As he was speaking, the man had already run over.

Before Mesa could say anything to stop her, she had already run to the lake, happily threw off her outer robe and boots, and sat barefoot on the rocks to step on the water. She was usually either beautiful and dignified or sarcastic and arrogant, but at this moment she was rare and innocent and happy.

When they were still the favored daughters of the leaders of the tribes in Lingdi, Zhumu, Meisa, and five other daughters of similar age were close friends who grew up together. At that time, they raced horses, hunted, swam, and climbed mountains together, and their laughter filled the glaciers and grasslands of Lingdi.

Zhu Mu at that time was the same as she is now, innocent, bright and carefree.

At that time they had not yet married Gesar.

Mesa opened his mouth, but eventually gave up the idea of ​​dissuading him. Instead, he walked forward, concentrating on observing his surroundings, and stood guard on behalf of Zhumu. But his thoughts wandered, and another thought floated up, down, and up again, like a scoop floating in the lake.

What did she, Mesabenji, look like at that time?

She was a little dazed. Suddenly, she heard a rushing sound in the center of the lake. Zhu Mu screamed. Mesa turned around suddenly and saw a water column rising in the center of the lake. A warrior stood on it and glared at them: "I am the little king of Muya Country. Who are you? How dare you break into the border of Muya Country!"

Mesa hurriedly said loudly: "We are just passing by..."

The warrior stared at the two women's stunningly beautiful faces and gorgeous clothes and shouted, "You're lying! Go and give an account to the king!"

After that, two water chains rose up in the lake and quickly wrapped around the two women. Mesa and Zhumu were tied up so hard that they fainted. When they woke up, they were already in the palace of Muya. There were two sandalwood thrones at the top, and two people who looked like kings were sitting upright.

Mesa recognized the stern-looking one as the great king of Muya, Yuze, and the warm-looking one as the second king of Muya, Yuang. When she was abducted by the black demon Luzan and forced to be his concubine, she had gone hunting with him many times. Muya, as a vassal of the Northern Demon Kingdom, was also among the hunting teams. She was not a stranger to these two kings, and her heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, Yuze recognized her as soon as they met: "Mesa Bengji?"

His face turned cold: "After King Luzan died, didn't you become Gesar's concubine? Shameless and lewd woman! If you don't want to avenge Luzan, why did you come to our Muya? Who is the woman next to you?"

Mesa's face turned pale after being scolded. His mind raced, and he quickly put on a sad attitude: "Since I followed Gesar, there has not been a day that I have not thought about revenge for Lu Zan. A few days ago, I contacted Lu Zan's old ministers and agreed to attack Lingguo from inside and outside. But our strength is still not strong enough. I remembered that when Lu Zan was still there, the king and he were best brothers, so I thought of visiting Muya for help."

She bowed to Zhumu and said respectfully, "As for her, she is a fairy who practices in the mountains. She was moved by my desire for revenge and decided to come down to earth to help me and Luzan's old ministers. If the king agrees to form an alliance with us, let the fairy tell Luzan's old ministers the good news."

Quickly release Zhu Mu, quickly release Zhu Mu...

Mesa pretended to be calm and prayed in his heart. Yuze looked at Zhumu suspiciously. The woman below was only wearing a tight skirt, barefoot, and wet on her body. Even if she was beautiful, she looked so miserable, and she didn't look like a fairy with profound spiritual practice.

The lake outside the city of Jiadi is calm and the plants that have been tortured by darkness for nearly nine years are bathed in the warm sunshine and are eager to sprout new green buds. At a glance, the fresh green is everywhere, sweeping away the withered state of the day before, making people feel refreshed both physically and mentally.

The vitality of nature is so overwhelming.

Wen Jiao released the two brothers, Pixie and Zhen'e, and placed the body of Queen Chiji in a shallow patch of grass. The two little werewolves curiously circled around the body several times, and exclaimed in unison: "This is the mother of the little beauty princess, she is so beautiful..."

"Are we really going to burn her? She looks like she's still alive." Bixie couldn't help but stretch out his claws, wanting to touch Chiji's face, but he only stretched out halfway and retracted it, not daring to do anything rash.

"Ho, ho." A strange sound came from the corpse's throat, scaring the two little werewolves so much that they jumped three feet high and hurriedly hid behind Wen Jiao.

Wen Jiao held them one by one, thought about it carefully, and seemed to understand: "So that's it."

She stared at Chi Ji's vivid face and said, "Dead but not decayed, the aura is overwhelming. I didn't expect to meet a zombie that is about to become a drought demon here."

Bixie was shocked: "My father said that when Huangdi fought Chiyou, he specially invited the goddess Ba to come down to earth to help. The goddess Ba is a drought demon. Wherever she goes, there will be drought. Even if the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas come, they can't make it rain. If this beauty really becomes a drought demon, won't it rain in the country of the little beauty princess in the future?"

Wen Jiao nodded.

After all, Queen Chiji has extraordinary bloodline. After her resurrection, it is possible that she can transform into a Hanba, not to mention becoming a Hanba.

Legend has it that one 獄 can fight three dragons and two 霧, and Chiji deeply hates Buddhism, so after her resurrection, she will definitely be hostile to Buddhism. In addition, the powerful Jiadi King, who only obeys his wife's orders, is handing her a knife. He will have to fight with those Buddhist countries as soon as possible, and naturally there will be a lot of suffering - not to mention other things, just Gesar will be a mortal enemy.

Agoncuo's decision was indeed correct.

Wen Jiao flipped her hand, and a cluster of lightning and fire appeared on her fingertips. With a flick of her finger, the lightning and fire left her fingertips and slowly flew towards Queen Chiji's eyebrows.