The dragon demon looked at the guests in the distance with a smile. The man had arrived for a while and had been patrolling in the air seven or eight miles away. Although there was night, he did not use this as a cover and had not entered for a long time, just because he had not made up his mind yet.

Mu Xingqiu arrived late and was invisible by the dragon demon casting spells, he also wrote several talismans. When he saw Mu Dong'er, he felt a little relieved.

"Hello, Grandmaster Yang, I am half a disciple of Pangshan. I wonder if you still miss the old friendship between fellow disciples?" Long Demon said affectionately.

It turned out that this was the Grandmaster Pangshan Yang Yannian. Mu Xingqiu didn’t remember the past, but he had heard of Taoism for more than two years, knew the names and names of the nine masters, and knew that he had studied Taoism in Pangshan before.

Yang Yannian held a small bronze bell on his right hand, without raising his head or moving his eyes, just staring at the bell, showing confusion. When Mu Xingqiu appeared, he seemed to feel something, and looked around quickly, and soon returned to his original state, "The Taoist dictatorship is gone, where did Pangshan come from?" Yang Yannian's tone was plain, with a hint of indifference. He obviously lost the heart of the Taoist priest in the Five Elements Calamity, just like other Taoist priests.

"That's why it's called the old friendship." The dragon demon was gone, and his smile became more and more friendly. "The world is raging, everyone protects themselves. The more relationships you have, the more guarantee you are. You may not think that you are the Grand Master Pangshan. In the eyes of us Pangshan disciples, you are the biggest backer. When you walk around the world, who won't mention your name?"

Yang Yannian snorted, knowing that this was nonsense, but he was not very disgusted, but his eyes had not left Zhong's body. Even if he did not have the heart of a Taoist priest, he would not be confused at the critical moment, nor would he be moved by a few good words, "Since that's the case, hand over Mu Dong'er."

"Hey, Grandmaster Yang is so arrogant. Mu Dong'er is the son of Yang Qingyin and Mu Xingqiu. He is born to be a disciple of Pangshan. He is much more legitimate than me. Why do you say 's hand over'? He is your own control."

Mu Dong'er was hanging in the air, half of her body was flames, half of her body was frost, and the middle line was clear, and no one allowed anyone to let anyone go, but his expression was quite calm. With his eyes closed, he seemed to be thinking, and he did not feel the pain in his body.

This is something that should not have happened. Yang Yannian was confused about this and frowned slightly, "Where is the demon soul?"

"Demon Soul? What Demon Soul?" The dragon demon pretended to be confused, his eyes wide open, and he really seemed to know nothing.

"Hey." The previous pleasing was still useful. Yang Yannian sneered and did not take action immediately. He did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he pinched the trick with his left hand and cast a spell on the demon-suppressing bell. He wanted to find out the truth by himself.

"Master, where is our Pangshan Pagoda? Why did you use the Demon-Suppressing Bell from Wangshan? Oh, I understand, you have seized all the nine treasures, right?"

The dragon demon was very happy. He had clearly seen the Patriarch Tower in Yi Shijun's hand, but he did not show it at all. Mu Xingqiu, who was standing invisible behind, almost suspected that the tower he was holding was a fake. He couldn't help but wonder, how did she know this dragon demon at the beginning? How did she share a body with Qin Lingshuang, who had a completely opposite personality?

"The ancestor is still here, who can have nine treasures at the same time?" Yang Yannian did not have the habit of boasting, "I will not be picky about whatever the ancestor gave me."

"After all, he is a master, much more generous than ordinary disciples, like me. He always misses the Patriarch's Pagoda belongs to Pangshan. Although the treasures of other families are good, they just don't look friendly enough."

"Hey..." Yang Yannian sneered again, "You actually sow discord against me? It's really a delusion, but you haven't used the illusion of mind and have a little bit of self-knowledge."

"How dare I? The illusion of the mind is blowing loudly. I have already practiced to the ninth level. The strength is still too far from the real Taoist priest of the Rimeng. The master's magic is so strong that I can feel it here. Not to mention casting, I dare not even move."

Yang Yannian stopped pinching the trick with his left hand, and the demon-suppressing bell flashed in a faint light. He finally found the whereabouts of the demon soul, and a smile appeared on his face, "It turns out that the soul is here, well, very good, the disciples of Pangshan are indeed filial."

The Dragon Demon's smile became a little embarrassed, "How useful can this soul and that soul be? The demon soul is so powerful that it has no power to fight back in front of the ancestors, so scared that it re-entered the cycle of reincarnation?"

"Souls are different from souls. Demon souls and divine souls were also ordinary souls of practitioners at first. After countless disasters, they have cultivated into immortal souls and revolved among sentient beings. At the cost, they have lost their power, memory and seven emotions and six desires, and only have a will. They may not have much ability, but just relying on the word "immortality" is enough to transcend all the methods in the world."

"The master is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. I never knew these things before. People like me who are simple-minded have never even thought about the origin of the demon soul or the soul."

"Don't be too humble." Yang Yannian slowly flew towards the dragon demon, still holding the demon-suppressing bell in his right hand, and a fire-fire golden bell was added to his left hand. "The demon soul has always been occupied by the demon king and has been passed down from generation to generation, so now, it is too deeply immersed by the demon clan and must be eliminated. There is no trace of the soul, either here or there, the strong can get it, and the weak can get it. Now it is my turn."

"Of course, who is more qualified to take charge of the Immortal Soul than the Grandmaster? Oh, Grandmaster, is he not interested in the soul?"

"The ancestor's magic power is incredible. He already has an immortal body. What's the soul?" Yang Yannian flew close to him, only a hundred steps away from Long Demon and Mu Dong'er. "Are you going to be self-destructive, or do you let me do it?"

"I am so honest, the ancestor wants to kill me?" the dragon demon said aggrievedly.

"I think most Taoist priests were very honest at the time and stayed in the Taoist throne tower to concentrate on their practice. As a result, they suffered heavy casualties. Those Taoist priests who rebelled on the Taoist throne escaped in Yelin Town. Alas, it's really illusory, it's useless to be honest, and it's even more valuable to be honest. It's said that the demon-drawing cave has been broken, and a woman claimed to have escaped from it. She is a disciple of the Minxin Department. Your fate is gone, so there should be nothing to nostalgic about. Why not commit suicide?"

"I am also a person who has never enjoyed the favor of my parents, the love of men and women, the filial piety of my descendants, and the love of my friends. How could I not be nostalgic for me?" The dragon demon kept shook his head.

"What you said is the desire of ordinary people. Those who practice are afraid of it, and it is not worth nostalgic for them. Moreover, the hard things in the world are, even the ancestors cannot do whatever they want. The higher the heights, the more accidents you need to be prepared for. It is a blessing that you can hear the news that the demon cave was broken by magic."

"But I didn't break the magic hole."

"The ancestor did not personally destroy the demon soul. There is no difference between the hands of a dummy and personal experience. Just fulfill your wish. You say that you are half a disciple of Pangshan, then I will perform the position of a grandmaster again and send you on your way."

"No need to discuss? No matter what, the master needs people running around, minions, and I can do the maid who serves tea and water." The dragon demon became more and more docile.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll let you cast a spell first." Yang Yannian never believed in the Dragon Demon from the beginning to the end, and letting one move was considered the biggest mercy of his subordinates.

"If I don't make any moves, will the master not make any moves?" The dragon demon smiled and played tricks.

Yang Yannian's face darkened, "No matter whether it is sincere or false, you called the 'grandmaster' a few times, and I will give you a choice. Don't overestimate your own abilities, and don't overestimate my patience."

The dragon demon sighed and turned his head to look at Mu Dong'er, "It seems that there is really nothing I can do. I have tried my best, but the master doesn't eat the soft and hard way. What can I do? Can I kill the demon soul, take away the soul, and then leave Mu Dong'er? Everyone is happy."

Yang Yannian shook his head coldly, and the demon-suppressing bell and the fire-fire golden bell in his hand buzzed and brittle.

"Wait, I'm not ready yet. The master said I'll take the move first."

Yang Yannian said nothing. He asked the dragon demon to take the first move, not to take it without any protection.

The dragon demon was desperate, raised his hand and had a long hair. After holding his left hand, he summoned a bronze mirror with his right hand. It was not used to cast spells, but instead looked at himself. "It's a pity that this beautiful face is beautiful, but unfortunately, I'm wasted half of my life, and no one who loves me is willing to live and die for me. Grandmaster, I'm going to do it!"

The dragon demon turned the bronze mirror, and the smile on his face disappeared. The mirror shot out a soft light, not very fast, like a series of migratory birds migrating southward to Yang Yannian a hundred steps away.

This was a move. Yang Yannian treated each other calmly. Both of them were at the Sun Rain Realm. The Dragon Demon was slightly weak, about one or two levels, and Yang Yannian was at the third level, but he held the treasure and his strength increased greatly. The Dragon Demon was equivalent to a bare-handed fist. The bronze mirror was just an extremely ordinary magic weapon, and the enhanced power was not worth mentioning.

The first ball of light arrived, and the direction was slightly off. It hit the demon-suppressing bell. The ball of light disappeared silently, revealing a ball of fire the size of a thumb cover inside. It turned out that this was not a spell, but two.

With a bang, the fire extinguished Zhong Yao, Yang Yannian shook his body, "Qin Lingshuang."

Seven balls of light collided one after another, and Yang Yannian took them all with the demon-suppressing bell. When he noticed his soul, he knew that Qin Lingshuang and the dragon demon shared the same body, but he was still not afraid.

The inner alchemy is the same, but the spells cast are different. Qin Lingshuang is obviously much stronger than the dragon demon. Not only is the offensive powerful, but also has a strange suction force that makes the demon-suppressing bell unstable.

"This is the real disciple of Pangshan." Yang Yannian praised.

The last ball of light flew over, but there was no flame inside after it burst, and the demon-suppressing bell did not shake.

"Is that true?" Yang Yannian was a little disappointed, but he didn't want to wait any longer. He shook the fire golden bell with his left hand. The sound suddenly became fast, and the buzzing of the demon-suppressing bell also became loud like a dragon roar.

Qin Lingshuang didn't smile so much, nor was she begging for mercy. She turned her left hand behind her and showed another magic weapon.

Yang Yannian's face changed, and his hand ramming the bell stopped. No one recognized the magic weapon better than him.

In the Patriarch of Pangshan, Qin Lingshuang, who owns this treasure, is no less powerful than Yang Yannian. In addition, the large amount of mana absorbed during this period, it is even stronger.

Yang Yannian knew that he had been fooled, so he turned his eyes to the demon-suppressing clock in his right hand and found that the light on the clock was actually flashing at him.

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