Grandma Mei’s sadness is different from others, and the most painful scene is also the memory she misses the most.

She was deeply influenced by the magic technique. Under the temptation of the injury array, she watched her son Mei Chuan'an die over and over again, which made her heart cut. However, she was extremely happy to see her son's voice, appearance and smile again, and would rather withstand the repeated tortures.

So she was sad and she smiled.

She hated Pang Shan. The young Taoist priest named Shen in front of her recognized Mei Chuan'an, but had no sympathy or regret for his death. It was exactly the same as the cold ancestor peak. She pressed the broken statue of the god on his chest, wanting to see what this person's heart is made of.

"You are all wrong." Grandma Mei murmured, tears flowing in her eyes, "Why do you frame my son? Why? He was devoted to the Tao and never hesitated at all! Because he is not a Taoist family, because he is neither Shen nor Yang, you are jealous of him, you do not allow an ordinary person to be smarter than you..."

Shen Shang looked ashamed, as if he was speechless by the old woman, and his whole body trembled slightly. In fact, he was immersed in completely different sad things and did not listen to a word from the other party at all.

Shen Shang and Mei’s grandma, two different sadnesses do not recognize each other.

"Don't be wrong or weak!"

In addition to missing her son and hatred for Pang Shan, Grandma Mei had already lost her ability to feel the outside world. But hearing this spell still shocked her heart. When the spell continued to ring, her arm left Shen Shang, turned to look at Xiao Qiu in the formation, and corrected in confusion, "No, don't read this way, you've made a mistake."

Xiaoqiu finally attracted Grandma Mei's attention and hurriedly shouted: "Grandma Mei, save us and throw away the statue of God in your hand."

Grandma Mei glanced at the headless statue in her hand, then looked at the scene in the formation, and her face became more and more confused, "Mi Taoist Priest, when did you come? It was obviously a female Taoist Priest who came for you. What's wrong with my statue..."

"Your statue was broken by the Taoist priests." Qi Wuxia walked forward and stared at Grandma Mei and smiled.

"Ah, I know you, aren't you the ancient god servant of the country of sacrifice?"

"I am, the ancient god summoned me to help you take revenge. Behind you is a Taoist priest named Shen, who is the culprit who killed your son. The ancient god handed him over to you to reward your firm belief."

Grandma Mei turned around and looked at Shen Shang, whose face was soothing, and her eyes burst into anger, "Yes, you killed my son, and the crime is unforgivable."

She pressed the statue of God on Shen Shang's chest again. Shen Shang was defeated by the Collapse Calamity. She failed to seize the opportunity to recover her mind, but instead fell into sadness again. Tian Qianmo, nearby, was still venting his anger at the stone.

Xiaoqiu continued to chant the spell, but Grandma Mei turned a deaf ear to her. The influence of the magic trick on her was obviously greater.

Qi Wuxia looked up at the moon again, getting closer and closer to the last moment, "I need more blood and death so that the devil can appear." He raised his voice. "Mu Xingqiu, look at your friend for the last look."

Qi Wuxia strode towards a small group of Pangshan disciples with panic on his face, "Kneel down, humans, begging you to suffer a little less."

No one kneels down or runs away. This is a small circle, and their only choice is to face the enemy.

Guan Shenyue has become an incomplete corpse. Blood stained a large area of ​​land red. Yang Qingyin stood up, his body covered with blood, and his face is cold as ice, "Is this the war between Tao and demon?"

"It's just about it." Qi Wuxia kept walking, "You have never seen the scene of demons falling down into pieces and flying all over the sky, nor have you heard countless humans screaming in unison. So you are not worthy of talking about war."

He approached and punched him. If there was enough time, he would rather use this female Taoist priest as the home of the Demon King. Now there is no need. He just wants to take a look at the Demon King and take it away after confirming it.

Guan Shenyue easily died in Qi Wuxia's hands, but Yang Qingyin did not learn from the lesson and actually raised her hand to face the enemy head-on.

She is not stupid, nor will she lose her mind easily. Her cultivation is not as strong as Shen Shang, but her will is much stronger. She used the stolen pearls in her palm to block the fist of the Liuzhang wolf demon, and the light left the beads one after another, like a line of birds. After each round, the stolen pearls would become a little dimmer.

Qi Wuxia recognized this thing, "Stolen the pearl is a treasure. If you continue to use it like this, you will destroy it."

Of course Yang Qingyin understood this truth, but she no longer cherished things outside her body. "Mu Xingqiu, you'd better convince the old woman quickly. I won't last long." Yang Qingyin said gritted her teeth, staring at the wolf demon opposite.

Xiaoqiu kept chanting spells to Grandma Mei outside the formation. He could see Grandma Mei's shoulders trembling. He knew that the spell still had some effect. He just hoped that everything was still in time.

Guan Shenyue's body was lying on the ground. Xiao Qingtao looked at him but did not cry because she was not a bystander, but a participant in the life-and-death battle. She said: "If you want to die, don't stand here and wait for death."

She rushed up, jumped up halfway, kicking the enemy's left eye. Qi Wuxia waved his other arm to block it. Xiao Qingtao quickly changed his moves, and after landing, he rushed to the enemy's back. Xin Youtao, Zhou Ping and others shouted and rushed up. Xiao Qingtao was right, and she could not wait to die no matter what.

Qi Wuxia was annoyed. After a moment of measurement, he still used most of his power to steal the pearl. As long as the bead was broken, these group of Pangshan disciples would become his meal on the plate. As for Mu Xingqiu, the desperate spell could no longer awaken the old woman again.

The full moon is about to rise to the middle of the sky, Qi Wuxia felt excited. When he returns to the land of the demons, he will become a great hero of the demon clan and be qualified to become a demon king instead of his twin brother.

Xiaoqiu was still chanting a spell, and Grandma Mei was indifferent. The battle behind her was going on. He had to remind himself not to turn around. The combined strength of the few of them was not the opponent of the Six-Step Demon. The key to everything lies with Grandma Mei. The broken statue of the god in her hand must have hidden the lacquer and flawless demon pill.

"Don't be wrong or weak..." Xiaoqiu's voice became louder and louder, and his speech was getting faster and faster. He never recited mantras so frequently, even when practicing Meixinquan.

There is no cloud in the night sky. The moon on March 15th is round and big. It shines on the world and doesn't care about the creatures on a small mountain.

The moon reaches the middle of the sky.

The stones several feet tall in the middle of the top of the mountain suddenly cracked, and a bright red whirlwind popped out from it, swaying to a dozen feet high, like a giant python rising into the sky.

"Yi Shijun. I'm ready!" Qi Wuxia shouted loudly, his right eye widened and his arm increased force again. The light of the stolen pearl in Yang Qingyin's hand disappeared, split into two halves, and fell to the ground from the master's hand.

Yang Qingyin was hit by a huge force and was about to fly out. Her wrist was tightly grasped by the wolf demon, "Welcome to death!"

The red whirlwind suddenly tilted, swallowing a live wolf, and then running towards another one. It needed strength to swallow all twenty wolf.

The injury formation began to collapse. The residents of the fairy gathering knelt down one by one, snatched the ground with their heads, burst into tears, and the sad songs stopped.

Yang Qingyin found that she could cast spells again, and with her right hand, six sword-like flames slashed at the wolf demon's chest, and the fire flashed. Only a few faint scratches were left.

Qi Wuxia did not use the magic trick immediately, but stretched out his arm to Grandma Mei outside the formation. He had to recall his demon pill first, which was more important than anything else.

Grandma Mei's mind was in chaos. She missed her son and hated Taoist priest Zufeng, but there was always a voice reminding her that what she was doing now was against her son's wishes.

The remaining statue of the god in the old woman's hand exploded with a bang, and she sat down on the ground in horror. She watched as one of her eyes stopped in the air, looked around fiercely, and then flew away at an extremely fast speed.

The demon pill flew away, Tian Qianmo, who had a shallow practice, shouted and fell to the ground and fainted. Shen Shang finally recovered from a bright light, raised his hand and was about to emit the Five Elements Spell. His eyes turned around and a ray of light shot out. Shen Shang, whose magic power was still weak, also shouted, turned over and rolled down the mountain, leaving behind blood.

Xiao Qingtao and others were still launching an attack, but it was useless. The powerful demonic power forced them to retreat step by step, getting further and further away from Qi Wuxia.

Xiaoqiu stopped chanting the spell, made his last attempt, jumped high, and reached out to grab the demon pill that was flying over his head at a rapid speed.'

"Stupid!" Qi Wuxia said sternly. It was his demon pill and would never be stopped by a little Taoist priest who inhales a little.

The demon pill swept past Xiaoqiu's fingers with mockery and rushed towards his master without hesitation.

It and its owner could not have expected that a black mouth would suddenly pop up halfway.

The bald man quietly turned to Xiaoqiu at some point, flicked himself up with his hair, opened his mouth and swallowed the fresh-looking eyeball in his mouth.

"No!" Qi Wuxia roared angrily, shook his body twice, his demonic power suddenly decreased, Yang Qingyin broke free from his mastery, and Xiao Qingtao and others could rush closer again.

The head jumped up and down in the air, and the bald man gritted his teeth, but he couldn't control the direction and could only be led by the demon pill to fly around. Xiaoqiu chased him down, jumping up several times, always missing out.

Qi Wuxia waved his fists to repel the entanglement of Pang Shan’s disciples. He ran a few steps and jumped up. Before Mu Xingqiu hugged the head with the demon pill in his arms. His demonic power was restored. After landing, he shouted loudly: "Please ask the Demon King to appear!"

Xiaoqiu's head buzzed, his feet became soft and he almost fell down.

The scene paused in an instant, and only the red whirlwind did not stop. It had swallowed twenty wolves, gained enough strength, bent down, exposed its huge mouth, and waited for Qi Wuxia to walk in.

Xiaoqiu stood firm again, nothing appeared, no light blue smoke, and nothing else strange.

"Impossible!" Qi Wuxia blurted out. The news he received was absolutely impossible. The Demon King should be in the body of the young man. The fight just now also proved that there was something abnormal about him.

Only Xiaoqiu understood what was going on. The demon king in Qi Wuxia's eyes was what Zuo Liuying called the real illusion, and to Xiaoqiu it was the young demon.

Qi Wuxia almost summoned the young demon, but it was blocked. Xiaoqiu recited the spell over and over again, but failed to awaken Grandma Mei, but gave the young demon enough power.

Zuo Liuying once said that true illusion is likely to be closely related to the spell "wrong or weak", and it is even summoned by the spell. Facts have proved that Zuo Liuying is correct.

The moment Qi Wuxia casts spells, Xiaoqiu can feel the existence of the young demon in his mind, clearly knowing that it has recovered its vitality and is waiting for the seven-day appointment to arrive.

Xiaoqiu and Yang Qingyin looked at each other, and they had a close relationship with each other and understood how to defeat this six-foot wolf demon.

"Fei!" The two of them cast spells at the same time, and the target was not Qi Wuxia, but the head in his arms.

The bald man's hoop on his neck was regained his flying mana and held him up to the sky. His head turned a corner under the full moon. He held a terrified demon pill in his mouth and flew happily towards the direction of the Wrangler Valley.

Qi Wuxia raised his head and let out a tragic howling at the full moon.
Chapter completed!