When Mu Xingqiu arrived at Fuhuang City, it was not long before dawn. As soon as he flew over the mountains, he felt the atmosphere strange. When he landed in front of the city gate, he felt even stronger. It seemed as if a huge monster as a mountain was squatting in the darkness. The smell of smell made people stand tall, but he couldn't see it.

Not long after the sun rose, it began to show its power, which was dazzlingly bright. Mu Xingqiu could see the entire city, but no matter how much mana power was added, Tianmu could not see the source of this strange atmosphere. It was like a pervading spell, but he could not absorb it.

As soon as Jiang Huoer landed, he ran forward. After more than ten steps, he stopped and looked down at the rope on his waist. This was a magic rope that blessed the talisman. Both ends were tied to the waists of Mu Xingqiu and Jiang Huoer. They were close together when they were flying before, but the little guy didn't notice it, and then he realized the constraints on his body.

Jiang Huoer didn't like the rope on his body, which reminded him of his painful experience in the past. He grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled it hard. Even Kou San was surprised by his strength. He had no effect on Mu Xingqiu. After pulling it a few times, the rope that had been stretched straight became longer. Jiang Huoer happily continued to run forward, straightened it and then pulled it again. He ran out more than a hundred steps away and had already entered the city. No matter how hard he tried, he could not make the rope longer.

The city was empty and the already deserted streets were even more deserted at this time. Occasionally, the wind blew, and the unclosed doors were clamoring.

Jiang Huoer had never seen the world, so he didn't think there was anything strange about this empty city. He stared at him with round eyes and looked around, and suddenly found that his feet were off the ground and slowly rose up. He had always wanted to learn how to fly, so he was even happier.

The rope became longer and stopped when it rose to almost the same height as the city gate tower. Jiang Huoer was able to look down at most of the city. Looking around, there was no one everywhere. It was an empty city, a dead city. But there was no sign of damage. The cows and horses ate food quietly, rested, and enjoyed this day without any work, but the cats and dogs hid. Occasionally, they let out a whine like a devastated family.

Mu Xingqiu saw everything in the city with the help of Jiang Huoer's eyes, and couldn't help but wonder what trick Yi Shijun was playing. He invited him, but hid the whole city. Mu Xingqiu couldn't remember Yi Shijun because it was entirely because of Qin Lingshuang that he believed in this demon of the souls. Now he couldn't help but regret it.

He turned around and saw an old man walking slowly on crutches.

This is a very stylish old man with a long hair, a childish face, a wide robe and a big sleeve, a tall figure, a straight waist, a crutch in his hand, one head taller than a human, and a complete skull on the top of the stick, walking unfastly, every step is taken seriously, as if the road is full of humble subjects.

The old man walked to Mu Xingqiu. He stood shoulder to shoulder with him and looked into the city for a while, "Your method is good. I sent in one hundred and thirty-seven vanguards, and none of them came out."

Mu Xingqiu could not use Jiang Huoer to check the situation in the city with talismans, but the little guy was too lively, so he let him play.

"Are you here to attack Fu Huangcheng?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"Well, this city is more difficult than I expected. Yi Shijun is worthy of being a demon of souls who has lived for thousands of years. He has some real skills." The old man turned around and bowed a little. "In the mountains of Yangyang, Yang, the commander of 100,000 casual cultivators in Jiangnan, did you ask for your honorable name?"

Mu Xingqiu has been walking in the south of the Yangtze River. He knew that there was a Lianhaishan Mountain, but he never heard of Yang Yongfu, who was the "100,000 casual cultivator" in the chaotic times. There were many rumors and bragging people. Mu Xingqiu didn't care and said politely: "It seems that there are not many casual cultivators in the demon clan."

Yang Yongfu's face changed slightly. "Are you hinting that I am a demon clan?"

"It's just a feeling, please forgive me if there is any mistake."

Yang Yongfu snorted, turned around, and asked again after a while: "What do you feel? I am not a demon clan, but I want to know why you noticed the demonic energy from me?"

"Demonic energy? No, you don't have demonic energy. This is... I think I know you. Have we ever met?"

"Ha." Yang Yongfu laughed without answering.

Mu Xingqiu became more and more convinced that they must have met, but he could not remember it, so he didn't have to work hard.

Yang Yongfu turned the crutch in his hand until he entered the ground several inches. "Don't you want to know why I led the casual cultivator to attack Fuhuangcheng?"

"For the Nascent Soul." Mu Xingqiu didn't need to guess.

"Hehe, but do you know who I was taking the Nascent Soul for?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head.

"Master." Yang Yongfu said calmly, but the result was really only a dull reaction. He turned his head and stared at Mu Xingqiu, "I know you have lost your memory, but do you know who the Matriarch is?"

"Kun Dun, you are very lucky. Many people want to serve him but have no way to defect. What is your unique method?"

"It turns out that you also know the ancestor's preferences." Yang Yongfu smiled on his face, "You will see my unique method later. I can get the ancestor's appreciation, not only for this reason." He paused for a moment, "I am Zuo Liuying's friend."

"So that's it." Mu Xingqiu said perfunctorily, Zuo Liuying's image became increasingly blurred in his eyes.

"Attacking Fu Huangcheng is an extremely important task. I will not disappoint him if Zuo Liuying gives it to me." Yang Yongfu nodded solemnly.

Mu Xingqiu felt that they had known each other before, and Yang Yongfu's tone seemed to not want to "disappoint" him.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Xingqiu decided to stay out of the matter for the time being. Yi Shijun is very powerful. Since he has not asked for help, he just doesn't need anyone to help him.

"Yi Shijun is an old slippery man." Yang Yongfu said hatefully, with a little trembling in his voice, as if he had suffered in Yi Shijun's hands. "He expected that Fu Huangcheng would be attacked, so he set up a formation early. He is the demon of all souls, his body is the Dharma body, which changes at will and abandons it at will, but he cannot leave his body for too long, so he turned the whole city into his own body, including casual cultivators, talisman masters, and ordinary people, with a total of 40,000 to 50,000."

Yang Yongfu pulled out his crutch and pointed at the city, "This is a soul city. With the bodies of tens of thousands of people as bricks and stones, the entrants will separate their bodies and souls, and their souls will shuttle through strange bodies. Who else is better at this fighting style than Yi Shijun? The simplest way to deal with it is to destroy the city and everyone in the city." Yang Yongfu shook the skull on the top of the crutch, "But no, there are at least twenty Nascent Souls in the city, maybe more. We attack Fu Huangcheng just to snatch the Nascent Souls, and we must not kill any by chance."

There was a Nascent Soul tied to the other end of the rope around Mu Xingqiu's waist, but Yang Yongfu seemed to have not recognized it and showed no interest in it.

"In this way, there is only one way left, sending experts into the city to fight against the strange master." Yang Yongfu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You have sent in one hundred and thirty-seven Pioneers."

"They are the pioneers of the way, so it is normal for them to get stuck in it. And they send some information, even though they are defeated, they are still honored. Next, I will send a general to the field." Yang Yongfu looked at Mu Xingqiu.

"I am not your subordinate, nor is it a 'general'."

"Of course, my general has someone else. But I need you to do me a favor, and you will also do your own."

"Please say it."

"The battlefield is ruthless, Yi Shijun is ruthless, and he is forced to force him. He would rather defeat the dead and have someone to protect the Nascent Souls. If they are killed or injured, my battle will be in vain. Only you can do this, because you are not my general, nor are you a member of Yi Shijun."

"I may be busy with Yi Shijun." Mu Xingqiu said the truth. He came for this, but Yi Shijun disappeared and did not appear, so he did not go directly to the city.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. As long as you give priority to protecting the Nascent Soul at the most critical moment, you can do whatever you want to do at other times."

This busyness is simple. Mu Xingqiu would do it without Yang Yongfu speaking, so he felt a little surprised, "You recognize me. You didn't ask me for help, but you wanted to test something."

"The Taoist Lord is still the Taoist Lord, and it has not changed since I lost my memory. We have indeed met each other for a while. Let's talk about it when you recover your memory."

Yang Yongfu raised his crutch and pointed his skull into the sky. A green light rushed towards the sky. A group of dark clouds surged from all directions. There were silhouettes inside, and although there were no 100,000 people. There were still more than 100,000 people. The population dropped sharply in the chaotic times, and Yang Yongfu was able to gather so many casual cultivators, which was amazing.

Mu Xingqiu looked at the sky eyes and found that not all the people in the clouds were casual cultivators, to be precise, less than 20%. Most of the remaining people were obviously ordinary mortals, and they were pulled to make up the numbers. They all looked pale and scared.

The dark clouds gathered, seven thunder sounds, and seven lightnings, which were quite as powerful as a scattered cultivator to come out of the formation. Then an iron chain fell from the sky, and a person was tied up at the end.

"Yaoxie, let me go!" the man shouted in the air.

Yang Yongfu smiled and said, "Mu Xingqiu, you should recognize him, right?"

Of course, Mu Xingqiu recognized that it was Yang Yannian, the master of Pangshan. They fought twice. The last time in the South China Sea forest, Yang Yannian's demon-suppressing bell was taken away by his companions, and he chose to escape. Mu Xingqiu learned about these things from Qin Lingshuang, who was in a semi-difficult state at the time.

Yang Yannian stopped above the city gate, his whole body was tied up by chains. When he saw Mu Xingqiu, he laughed loudly: "Perfect, boy, what is the Taoist dictatorship? What is the Grandmaster? Now, look at my joke, it will be your turn in no time!"

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything, Yang Yongfu pointed at Yang Yannian with his skull and said coldly: "Yang Yannian, you should feel glad that the ancestor is willing to give you a chance. If you don't want to follow Xiang Haisheng's footsteps, you will go to Fuhuang City to capture Yi Shijun alive."

Yang Yannian calmed down a little, "Will the ancestor forgive me?"

"The ancestor has no trust, and naturally there is no forgiveness. The ancestor only needs those who are capable of doing things. If you are useful, the ancestor will save your life."

"Must be captured alive?"

"Well, I'm enlightened. It's best to capture alive, and you can kill it. Remember, if you can't win this battle, I will destroy your original body." Yang Yongfu waved his crutch, and Yang Yannian entered the city with the chains. After going deeper, he suddenly disappeared, leaving only the iron chains hanging in the air.

"This is my general. If he cannot win in a quarter of an hour, I will personally lead the generals to attack."

Yang Yongfu looked at Mu Xingqiu with a smile, and his smile suddenly disappeared because Mu Xingqiu's soul had entered the city. What was left at the gate was a body. His soul entered the city when he was outside. His spell was much stronger than Yang Yannian.

Jiang Huoer knew nothing and flew around the rope.

Yang Yongfu waved his crutches again, and hundreds of casual cultivators descended from the dark clouds and floated in the air more than a hundred feet high. "Yi Shijun, I will not let you underestimate me again."
Chapter completed!