Mu Dong'er had already wanted to fight, so she turned over and jumped into the air, and shouted at the Taoist priests all over the sky and mountains, the wandering cultivators and the talisman masters, "Who will come first? Shi Geng, don't you claim to kill the ancient god? Pass this level first."

No one answered, Shi Geng smiled but didn't want to be as knowledgeable as a child like this, while the casual cultivator and the talisman master were unwilling to offend the Chufeng Mountain for no reason.

Mu Dong'er shouted twice, but no one stood up to fight. He became even more angry and said to Shi Geng: "Do you have the courage to cause trouble, don't you have the courage to fight?"

Shi Geng coughed, turned to Shen Jixian, and smiled and said, "He is Yang Qingyin's son, and he is a junior of fellow Taoist Shen. Do you want to discipline him on your behalf?"

"Ha, my mother can't even control me. How capable is Old Man Shen? The world is destroyed, the demon seed is locked up, the Taoist dynasty is over, there is no rule in this world that can bind me!"

Mu Donger was arrogant, but to be honest. He lived on an isolated island since he was a child and was attacked by demons for many years. He knew very little about the rules in the world. After growing up, he felt that it was all about his own constraints when he came into contact with him, so he was very dissatisfied.

In the eyes of others, this little guy who has not grown up is so arrogant. Shen Jixian snorted coldly, "What are the benefits of discipline you?" His eyes turned to Ma Yao, looked at him carefully for a few seconds, and confirmed that this was General Mu whom he had seen in the valley. "You ask a child to support you. If I defeat him, would you be willing to hand over the Nascent Soul honestly and tell Shi Hanyuan's whereabouts?"

Shi Geng hurriedly said, "The Nascent Soul is mine."

Yang Kuo said angrily: "Is the Nascent Soul yours? Who did you give birth to? The Nascent Soul was the reincarnation of the Taoist priest of the previous generation, so of course it must be returned to the Taoist throne. Now the Taoist throne is in Hongshan!"

Shi Gen was weak and did not suffer any loss in front of him. He laughed dryly and did not argue.

Mu Xingqiu walked to the willow basket and patted it lightly twice, "Who can defeat Mu Dong'er, all these things belong to him. As for Shi Hanyuan, I will answer everything."

Everyone thought that the basket was filled with the Nascent Soul. Shen Jixian was no exception. He had already checked it with magic tools and was sure that there was indeed a strange child under the thirteen magic tools.

"Okay, that's all." Shen Jixian jumped into the air. Bei Xianren and other casual cultivators retreated together with the Taoist priests of Hongshan. Only Shi Geng and Yang Kuo remained in place. The casual cultivators behind the mountain retreated further and almost reached the sky above the Fuhuang City. Nearly a hundred talisman masters were still stopped at the top of the mountain, less than a hundred steps away from the battlefield, with a blushing face. They dared not dissuade the battle that was about to take place at their doorstep, like a group of human-shaped rocks.

Feifei took a few steps back. Although he didn't understand Mu Xingqiu's actions, he did not object. He was just secretly warned. If Mu Xingqiu really lost his memory and had no father-son family affection, he would have to protect Mu Dong'er's safety.

The voice of the first journey of the religion came from afar: "General Mu, don't forget to plead for the ancient gods..."

No one paid attention to him, and his eyes were fixed on the old and young in the air, from afar or near.

Shen Jixian held a magic sword and a bronze mirror, "Mu Dong'er. Are you almost thirty years old?"

"What are you doing, is it age?"

"You are also considered to be the root of the womb, and you start practicing in the womb. Unfortunately, you have not condensed into the inner alchemy of the Taoist dynasty, so you can only be considered a casual cultivator. At most, you have reached the realm of star fall. After thirty years, your practice is over, right?"

The Taoist priest's voice was clear, and the wandering cultivators in the distance were all shocked when they heard these words. First, they didn't expect that this little guy was so old, and second, they didn't expect that Shen Jixian looked at him so highly. The wandering cultivators' inner alchemy was mixed. No matter how hard they practiced, they could not reach the top. Even if they reached it, they would be much weaker than the Taoist priests of the same realm. Even so, most people would not be able to reach the realm of starfall in their entire lives. It would be a big miracle if Mu Dong'er could reach it within thirty years.

Mu Donger shook his head, "What kind of star falls and betting on the gods are all the divisions of Taoist dynasties, and they can't use them on my head. I have learned the Taoist dynasties and practiced the magic of demons. I can't tell what level it is. Anyway, it's better than star falls, and I'm not afraid of betting on the gods. I also have a chance of winning against the moonlight."

"Hey, Yang Qingyin was not as arrogant as you when she was a child. You learned this from your father, right?" Shen Jixian said in a lesson.

But Mu Dong'er only noticed one thing, "My mother also made a fuss when she was a child. She always said how obedient she was when she was a Taoist priest in the past. I thought it was impossible. If she was so obedient, would my father rather go into the magic cave than look for her?"

No matter how old Mu Dong'er is, his mind and size are five-year-old children, and his words are unblocked. The audience couldn't help laughing out loud. Feifei secretly looked at Mu Xingqiu. Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, he even smiled like others, and couldn't help but worry more about Mu Dong'er's safety.

Mu Xingqiu would not force himself to have feelings for him, but he just thought that this child was both angry and cute, and wondered what kind of woman he had given birth to such a ghost elves with.

Shen Jixian also smiled and shook his head, "I should have brought you back to Daotong and disciplined you well. Okay, I will teach you a lesson for the Shenyang and the other families. Let me first tell me, what is the person around you?"

The bald man always follows Mu Dong'er and nods no matter what he says.

"He is my best friend and I am also protected." Mu Dong'er patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, he is standing here and will not take action. We will fight alone."

Shen Jixian didn't want to wait any longer. He said that the two families of Shen Yang were going to show their ugly appearance. Originally, Taoist priests had at least a hundred steps apart, or even hundreds of miles apart. Shen Jixian didn't take Mu Dong'er seriously, so he only kept a distance of more than ten steps. His left hand was opened, and the bronze mirror in his hand jumped a foot, floating in the air, his five fingers bent, and looked at Mu Dong'er, "Come here!"

Mu Dong'er was not as stable as the magic weapon. She leaned forward and seemed to be about to fall into Shen Jixian's hands. However, she took advantage of the situation and drove out a red and black whip with her right hand, stabbing Shen Jixian like lightning.

"Sure enough!" Shen Jixian recognized the whip, his hand was faster than his mouth. As soon as he spoke, his left hand had already grasped the tip of the whip.

A soft whip was as hard as a spear. Mu Dong'er stopped charging, her body was lying in the air, her right hand tightly grasped the handle of the whip, and her face looked fearless and determined. Shen Jixian on the opposite side had much richer expressions. He was first disdainful, then unexpected, and then turned into disdain. After a while, he became stunned again, and soon showed anger, changing his face almost once.

The two of them were in the whip, and even the Taoist priest could not see many clues. They could only tell from Shen Jixian's expression that he did not take advantage. Yang Kuo held the sword and stepped forward. Shi Geng next to him smiled and said, "What, does the Shen and Yang families want to join forces to teach their younger generations a lesson?"

Yang Kuo looked angry, but did not move anymore, and even put away the sword in his hand.

The two sides of the battle were stalemate for a while, and Shen Jixian suddenly let go, and with the person and the mirror instantly withdrew dozens of steps, waved the magic weapon, set a powerful ban in front of him, and said sternly: "Stop!"

Mu Dong'er took back the whip and said proudly: "Give up, old man, replace the next one."

Shen Jixian suppressed his anger, "What method have you learned?"

"Why, can't you recognize it?" Mu Dong'er became even more proud. His control over his emotions was not as good as that of ordinary children of the same age. He smiled so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth after gaining a little bit of advantage.

"You will get a lot of five elements spells, mindful illusions, natural Tao spells, demons and evil magic." Shen Jixian of course recognized it.

"There is another method of refining beasts. I almost tamed you, alas." Mu Dong'er was very regretful.

Shen Jixian was furious. He had a little understanding of the method of refining beasts and knew that it was created by Zuo Liuying, Yang Qingyin and others, and the first step was to establish a spiritual connection with the object of refining beasts. Mu Dong'er had indeed used this move just now. Shen Jixian felt dizzy and chose to retreat in horror, but he did not recognize the details of the spell.

"I don't know what's wrong." Shen Jixian did not underestimate the enemy, nor did he show mercy. He danced with his right hand and shook the mirror with his left hand, and emitted five cold lights in succession.

Mu Dong'er threw out a long whip again and fought with the five cold lights. He was too careless. He thought he could defeat the opponent with one move. Unexpectedly, these five lights were extremely difficult. Under Shen Jixian's control, their strength did not weaken, but instead became stronger and stronger, and their speed was astonishingly fast. With five against one, they surrounded them.

The casual cultivators and talisman masters who watched the battle thought that the Hongshan Taoist priests were nothing special. It was not until this time that they all turned aside. Although the Taoist priests suffered heavy damage, the surviving Taoist priests were still difficult to mess with. The five groups of light were just blurred shadows in their eyes. Not to mention resistance, it was difficult to accurately capture it with their eyes.

The bald man flew around with Mu Dong'er, and did not interfere at all. Feifei on the ground was a little worried and turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu again.

Mu Xingqiu noticed Feifei's gaze and said to himself: "His magic is very strange."

"Well, Mu Dong'er's method is different from everyone. He has learned a little bit of everything, but he is unwilling to practice deeply. The Spirit King hopes that he will specialize in one..." Feifei didn't say it any more. It was a dispute between the mother and son, and he didn't comment.

Mu Xingqiu saw more. Mu Dong'er's spells were not just messy, but there was a dominant spell. Mu Xingqiu seemed familiar with it and could not remember the name, but could only see the general context.

"That whip is not bad, either." Mu Xingqiu praised.

Feifei held back and didn't say that it was Mu Xingqiu's whip. He became more and more worried. Mu Dong'er gradually fell into a disadvantage, and the father was not in a hurry at all. Don't he believe that it was his son?

Mu Xingqiu looked very relaxed and watched the battle with an appreciation attitude. "The inner alchemy of Taoism is pure, the spells are also pure, and there are very few loopholes."

Very few means there is still a little bit. Yang Kuo and Shi Geng glanced at the same time, feeling that Ma Yao's arrogant words were no worse than those of a child.

Mu Dong'er gradually fell into the quagmire, and there was less and less room for movement. The whip slowly shrank from three meters long to more than one meters. The five groups of lights became more and more braver as they fought. Shen Jixian, who was dozens of steps away, focused on casting spells, completely treating Mu Dong'er as his official opponent.

The bald man said he would not interfere, but Feifei could not let Mu Dong'er get hurt. He secretly thought about using magic tricks and was about to interfere when necessary. Yang Kuo, not far away, seemed to notice something and summoned a magic sword and a bronze bell.

Mu Xingqiu was still motionless. He foreseeed that Mu Donger's spell would reach a limit, but that was not the end.

The trapped Mu Donger was furious and could not control herself anymore.

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