Mu Dong'er looked back, but did not slow down. Yin Buchen, who was arched on his shoulders by a group of monkeys, said: "Don't you really want to stay and see the battle? That's your father and Zuo Liuying. ︽,"

"I can't see it, nor can I understand it, why are you staying there?" Mu Dong'er sighed, showing her excitement, and flew silently for a while, "Is my realm so low? Is the magic of the demon race not true? What did he rely on to rule the world and suppress the Taoist throne?"

"Only demon spells and demon souls are not enough, there must be demon seeds." Yin Buchen has practiced the Demon Lord's Dharma and had personal experience, so he knows the problem. "The demon seeds are like the magic power of a Taoist priest. If the Taoist priest uses the magic power of a casual cultivator or the demon power of the demon race to cast the spell, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced. The same is true for you. Without the support of the demon seed, no matter how exquisite the magic is, it cannot exert its due power."

"Maybe, but I have such a bad vision. I am just like you, and I can't tell anything." Mu Dong'er was dejected.

"I am still the son of the Dragon King. Isn't I also betrayal of my relatives and living in a place like an ordinary little demon? So it's nothing strange to say that such things are common."

Mu Dong'er's head hung lowered, and she even had no intention of flying. Several monkeys came over to support him.

"The demon seed was once so close to me, why didn't I leave two or three?" Mu Dong'er regretted it.

"Scared, don't talk nonsense. If you got the demon seed, you would have been killed by Kun Dun or Taoist priests long ago. How could you survive until now?"

Now that the demon seeds are all in Kun Dun's hands, Mu Dong'er never had a chance to get them again. He turned his head and looked at the Patriarch Tower for the last time. Although he did not leave to watch the battle, his mind was still there. "How could his father beat Zuo Liuying? They are not... not people in the same world."

Yin Buchen laughed and said, "If you have to rely on pure strength to defeat your opponent, Mu Xingqiu should have been defeated by the Giant Demon King in Duanliu City. Don't worry about him. We have to set up spells in a large area so that everyone can hear Mu Xingqiu's voice on the seventh day of the seventh month. I don't know how many living monsters are left in the monsters. Let's not go for a waste. Also, that guy Yi Shijun will not be willing to admit defeat. Instead of thinking about how to understand the battle between Taoist Qin and Zuo Liuying, it is better to discuss how to deal with Yi Shijun."

Mu Dong'er didn't care about Yi Shijun and muttered "Demon Seed" in her mouth.

The monkeys were like furry brown clouds, carrying each person and demon who had their own thoughts to fly north and gradually disappeared into the night.

Duanliu City was quiet, and the camps on the west and north sides were silent, with no figures appearing. There was only a ancestral tower in the east, and there was no sound at all. The demon camps on the south side were more lively. The magicians sneaked away from the camp at night, either alone or in groups, and fled further away.

There were four camps in the four directions of Duanliu City, and only the south did not have the treasures to take charge, so the prestige of Yishijun and Yuanqi Whale was greatly reduced.

As midnight approached, the fleeing demon clan began to decrease significantly, and no less than a thousand demon clans remained. Yi Shijun once said that there was still a battle with Mu Xingqiu today, and they wanted to see the result.

But Yi Shijun has not appeared for a long time. There is no change in the ancestor tower in the east. Is the battle going on? Has the result been obtained? No one knows.

The Jiao Wang Yuanqi Whale could no longer wait. If this continues, there will be more monsters that will escape when the sky dawns. He brought a large number of loyal monsters to the door of Yi Shijun, and no matter what, he would meet the demons of all the souls.

A guard knocked on the door. Without a response for a long time, the two guards rushed in and soon came out, announcing a piece of news that scared the demons: Yi Shijun disappeared without any trace.

Yuan Qijing had to admit that he had been fooled. He lost only one treasure and even lost the morale of the army that he had finally gathered together. "Wait until dawn." He said to the demons, with a look of shame, "If there is no news about Yi Shijun then, I will make a claim."

Even he himself didn't know what else he could make.

The demon clan camp also became quiet on the surface. Everyone went back to their residences, but they were worried, but they did not escape. Anyway, it was not long before dawn, and the demon army splits and they could leave openly.

This day was the end of the moon, and the moon was as dark as a hook. As it tilted westward, Duanliu City became quieter, so quiet that there was no sound of the wind. It also expanded silently. It was spring several miles away from Duanliu City. The ice and snow at the junction were constantly melting and frozen. At this time, it stopped. The leaves no longer shook. The beast hid in the nest with its tails, the insects curled up in the ground, and the demons in the camp inexplicably did not even dare to breathe.

Only then did Yuan Qijing realize that there was really a battle going on, but he didn't know who the parties were, nor could he see how it was going. He only knew that one of them should be Mu Xingqiu. Yi Shijun probably didn't lie, which was a comfort at least.

In the ancestor's tower, Yang Qingyin also noticed this unusual silence. In addition to seeing Mu Xingqiu's back, she knew no more than the demon clan in the south of the city.

Mu Xingqiu came to the ninth floor of the ancestor. Before he could write talismans here, the walls were hidden in the darkness and were ignorant. He stood at the window to the west and looked at Duanliu City. He had been moving for a long time.

Yang Qingyin was standing behind him, only a few steps apart, but she couldn't feel the living Mu Xingqiu.

The spells are boundless, and there are naturally thousands of forms of fighting. Some of them are unpredictable even Mu Xingqiu. In fact, it was not that he asked the fleas to open the gap, but that the fleas used the Spiritual Evil technique to remind him that Mu Dong'er could walk around the city and discover the half world created by Qin Lingshuang and Zuo Liuying. The two were tightly matched and there was only a slight difference in weight.

Mu Xingqiu also created an independent world. There was a void in the Patriarch's Tower, carrying nearly 100,000 soldiers of the Holy Talisman Army. Going forward, he and Yishijun created hundreds of small worlds in the Shibubang. Going forward, the void in the Frost Soul Sword already had the prototype of the world.

But these worlds are incomplete, and the difference from the real world is so obvious that they are more like magical illusions than "worlds".

The worlds created by Qin Lingshuang and Zuo Liuying are not big. They occupy half of Duanliu City with the city walls as the boundary, but they are flawless and just like the real world. Those walking inside cannot even notice that they have entered another world.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't do such a spell, and could not even touch the tricks.

Shortly after Mu Dong'er and Yin Buchen left, he came to the ninth floor and stared at Duanliu City. It took him an hour to find a way to enter. At this time, it was not long before Iron Ye.

Mu Xingqiu imagined Duanliu City as two people, and two practitioners, with bodies, meridians, three fields, and especially Niwan Palace. After meditating like this for a while, he used the illusion of mind and sent his soul into the "Niwan Palace" in the North City world. This belongs to Zuo Liuying and is the opponent he is about to face.

He succeeded. When the humans and demons around Duanliu City felt the deeper and deeper quietness, Mu Xingqiu's laughter sounded in his ears, "I came in so late, Mu Xingqiu, you have lost a move before the battle has begun."

Mu Xingqiu had a white light before his eyes. After a while, he gradually adapted. Then he found that he had entered Duanliu City and had a complete body. He stood in the east city gate, slightly north. The light in the city shone brightly, no different from the daytime. Looking up, there was no sun in the sky.

Yi Shijun, wearing a black robe, walked slowly from the opposite side, the route was also northerly, with a smile on his face, and seemed not to take the crushing defeat three days ago seriously, "Does it look familiar?"

"It's a bit similar to your Soul City Array."

"A little similar? This evolved from my Soul City Array. Of course, I have to admit that the two of them are more sophisticated than me."

In Mu Xingqiu's opinion, this is not just "more exquisite". When Yi Shijun set up the Soul City Array in Fuhuang City, he needed tens of thousands of emotional humans to serve as carriers, and there was no formed world at all, only a wall of magic.

"Where is Zuo Liuying?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"Haha, this is exactly the content of the fight tonight. Zuo Liuying said that your strength is too weak now, and the fight is unfair to you directly. Although I don't know what the so-called fairness is, since he said that, I have no objection. In short, he wants to change his method: his soul is hidden in the city, and you can find it before dawn. Even if you win and can't find it, you lose. How about it, do you accept it?"

"Is it the entire Duanliu City or the North City?" Mu Xingqiu asked. The South City belongs to Qin Lingshuang. He did not want to enter at will without being summoned or allowed.

"It's North City."

Mu Xingqiu nodded and agreed. He had to admit that there was indeed a big gap between his strength and Zuo Liuying, and finding souls was more beneficial to him than to fight directly.

He walked towards the streets of North City.

Yi Shijun followed him, "I heard that you want to create multiple worlds to place humans, demon clans and practitioners. Is the world you imagined like this?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head. The world he envisioned was just a void to temporarily place sentient beings. They were in a deep state of sleep there, and they waited until Kun Dun was defeated before returning to the real world.

"How could Zuo Liuying agree to fight for you?" Mu Xingqiu asked. He remembered that during the battle of Fu Huangcheng, Zuo Liuying took advantage of the chaos to steal a large number of Nascent Souls. Yi Shijun was very angry and wanted to file Zuo Liuying's bones and stir up ashes.

"When you find Zuo Liuying's soul, let him explain it to you. You don't believe me anyway, if you really can find it." Yi Shijun yawned, "Midnight just passed, and there are about two hours left before dawn. Please look for it slowly. Do you need me to accompany you? Although it is realistic, there are no living things. Strictly speaking, you and I are not considered living things..."

Yi Shijun was still as long-winded as before. Mu Xingqiu ignored him and walked a long way to the north city, turned around and walked back to the main street. There was a dividing line between the north and south cities, which was invisible and colorless, but separated the two worlds.

"Finished." Mu Xingqiu said.

Yi Shijun was stunned at first, and a panic flashed across his face, then sneered, and said in a strange voice: "Is that true?"

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