The Great Demon King

Chapter 363 Today I will be the Dragon King√
The clown's last trump card is nothing more than constantly changing hosts, randomly switching from millions of people affected by his black magic, so as to achieve the purpose of concealment.

However, it is impossible for Qian Song to give him another chance to escape.

It takes time to adapt to a new body, not to mention that the clown chose an old man this time, and it takes a long time to prepare to activate the black magic of escape.

Therefore, within an hour, he has no way to change the host.

Qian Song looked at the old clown's wrinkled face with a smile, and sat down beside the old man without speaking.

"What do you want?" The clown stood up suddenly as if he had been burned, and hid far away, sternly shouting: "Don't come here!"

He really said the most embarrassing words in the most fierce tone.

Qian Song didn't follow, but just looked at the clown with his head resting on his forearm.

"How...how did you find me?" This is what the clown can't figure out the most. He came here to parasitize a little old man, which is really very random. Followed?

The corner of Qian Song's mouth curled into a "√" shape, and he said sarcastically, "Why should I tell you? If you want to know, you can trade your secret for it."

"What other secrets can I have?" The clown smiled wryly at himself: "You played with me in the palm of your hand, and the last cards are all played out, what else do you want to know?"

"The last No. 5 devilman died within two moves, and he was delirious the whole time, which was boring." Qian Song said, "I think you're pretty good, at least your consciousness is clear... Let me ask you, you all started from Where did it come from?"

The little scandal was confused for a while, and then replied: "Where did it come from? We just suddenly awakened to power, just like mutants."

Judging by his appearance, he probably really doesn't know where the source of the "evil seed" comes from.

But this is also easy to understand-the devil man is just a tool man for the development of the "evil species", so there is no need to know too much.

Qian Song felt sorry for him, not because of anything else, but because of his ignorance that was kept in the dark.

Seemingly seeing Qian Song's expression, the clown felt offended. He gritted his teeth and asked, "I don't know anything, so it's useless? Well then, come and kill me."

The body that was killed by Thor before was his own, but now this body belongs to an innocent old man, and the clown is still scheming until now, he hopes to see Qian Song angrily attacking the body of an innocent old man, so that Get some kind of psychological comfort - so what about a superhero?Isn't it still hurting the innocent?

Qian Song sighed speechlessly, and said, "Have you ever heard the word 'scratch your tongue'?"

Without waiting for the clown to answer, Qian Song continued: "The so-called tongue-grabbing generally refers to when the two armies are at war, in order to find out the enemy's situation, one person is arrested from the enemy's army and used to interrogate the opponent's deployment of troops.

So, the reason why you can live till now and let me play peek-a-boo with you for so long is because you are a 'tongue'.

It's a pity that your 'tongue' has too little knowledge and is useless. "

Regarding Qian Song's words, the clown was confused in the first half, but understood the second half, especially the last sentence "It's useless", which made him tremble and shrank into the corner of the wall.

"You...what can you do to me?" The clown was struggling for the last time: "I...I won't go out, I'll just stay in this body, what can you do to me?"

The clown understood that it was impossible for Qian Song to kill him, because once this body died, he would immediately switch to another "clown face" and escape again.

However, if you don't kill him, how can you deal with him?

"Ah~"

Qian Song sighed, his eyes glowed orange-yellow.

The power of the soul gem was activated.

The clown only felt a terrifying suction coming from Qian Song's eyes. This suction was not at the physical level, but an inexplicable suction from the soul level.

The clown wanted to shout and struggle, but found that he no longer had a body to carry his two movements.

A cloud of black mist emerged from the old man's sky cap, bound by an invisible force, and floated in front of Qian Song.

"Is it easy to separate you?" Looking at the black mist, Qian Song asked with a smile.

The devil's soul was indeed much more solid and powerful than ordinary human souls. Qian Song summoned a team of ghost messengers to arrest this group of black souls.

Before leaving, the ghost messengers received Qian Song's order: "Use all the means in the underworld on this devil's soul, and see if we can extract any useful information."

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Under the Statue of Liberty.

Before Sol left, he saw Qian Song emerging from the soil again.

"So fast? Solved?" Saul asked in surprise.

Qian Song nodded: "Yes."

"This..." What Sol wanted to say was "this is too fast", but he didn't forget that he was a disservice just now, so he didn't feel embarrassed to say it.

"Sol, let me ask you a question." Qian Song said.

Thor: "What?"

Qian Song: "Can you call the wind and call the rain?"

Sol: "Huh?"

Qian Song: "I know that you are the god of thunder, and you can summon thunder and lightning at will... But aren't thunder and lightning usually accompanied by rain? Can you make clouds and rain while thunder strikes?"

Thor: "Uh... If I store the power long enough, I can indeed summon a lot of dark clouds, and there is a certain chance that it will rain... What's wrong? Why do you ask this question?"

Qian Song: "Okay, then come with me, you will know later."

With a puzzled face, Sol followed Qian Song, who was flying through the clouds, into the sky.

At this moment, the weather in New York was clear and cloudless. The two flew to an altitude of about 5000 meters, looked down, and glanced at the "magic vortex" that was still slowly expanding.

"Let's get started. You summon thunder and dark clouds here, and I will go to the other side to spread the clouds and rain. The clouds we summon will meet in the middle and it will rain heavily." Qian Song said.

Sol's head was full of question marks: "It's raining? Why is it raining?"

Qian Song shook a bottle in his hand, which was filled with a light red liquid, and he replied with a smile, "For the purpose of removing the poison for the people of this whole city!"

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"Boom!"

"Rumble rumble!"

After the thunderbolt from the blue sky, thick dark clouds gathered over the entire New York City from the southeast and northwest directions.

The sound of thunderstorms came from the dark clouds in the northwest direction, and the sound was huge;

Although the dark clouds in the southeast direction were quiet, they were extremely thick, as if half of the sky had sunk.

The dark clouds of the thunderstorm of course come from the supernatural power of Thor, the god of thunder, while the quiet clouds in the southeast direction "black clouds overwhelm the city and want to destroy it" come from Qian Song's demon method-【Xingyun】.

Perhaps because this is a demon technique, not a fairy technique, the clouds that are summoned are not very "decent", and it is better to say that they are "demon clouds" than dark clouds.

In other words, today Qian Song, the "Dragon King", is too demonic.

The reason why Qian Song didn't take care of this matter by himself, but insisted on letting Thunder God get involved, was very simple - after the two dark clouds closed, he would use the power of thunder and lightning to destroy the evil spirits in the demon cloud that were not good for ordinary people. Some ingredients that were too friendly fell apart.

Such a weird weather condition, but no one appreciates it on the ground, because the citizens who have been enchanted by the clown's black magic are still looking up to the sky in a daze like geese.

After a few minutes, the two dark clouds finally converged.

The sun and sky are completely blocked, and the earth is pitch black.

"Clap la la la~"

Pale red torrential rain fell from the sky and landed on people's heads and faces.

The clown facial makeup, which cannot be removed even with plastic surgery, has been washed away by the rain and completely faded away.

(End of this chapter)