For fifty years, Taoist priest Yashan has never relaxed his surveillance of Du Fangfeng. From morning to night, at least one person stared at the residence of the thief who stole the water and investigated all the guests he had interacted with. In this case, Shen Jiyi had never heard of Hong Futian's name, and he did not know that he had contact with Du Fangfeng.

If it is true, this is another shame to the Yashan Taoist Orthodox.

"Can you represent the equal Taoist?" Shen Jiyi didn't have a smile on his face, "Has he sent you a dream?"

Several Taoist priests laughed. Like Shen Jiyi, they felt that the young casual cultivator with a red ribbon on his head was lying.

Hong Futian looked 25 or 26 years old, and he looked a little short in front of a group of Taoist disciples, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a bit too serious. It was consistent with his entire outfit, and he had an exaggerated feeling of performing on the stage.

Moreover, he is a serious actor. Even if the audience burst into laughter, he is still immersed in the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the characters. He tried hard to straighten his body, waited for the laughter to stop, and said, "The Taoist Equal did not entrust me with a dream. It was the ancient god who connected us. He was willing to give everything to the ancient god, and I..."

Shen Jiyi interrupted coldly: "Du Fangfeng can give away anything, but there is one thing, the water in the sword washing pool belongs to Yashan, so no one can touch it."

Hong Futian shook his head gently, "The demon broke through the void, the universe was overturned, Yashan still couldn't bear to have a little bit of sword washing pool water? Look at this island, there is a rare Taoist tradition, a casual cultivator, and a demon clan. If you can work together at this time, you can also fight against the demon clan in the future..."

It was nothing if others heard these words, but Mu Xingqiu felt a move. A few years ago, the Grandmaster of Pangshan, Ning Qiwei, once told him that the demons would return to the world within a thousand years, and said that few people cared about this matter. Even within the Nine Daotong, there were only a few people preparing. Unexpectedly, a random cultivator could hear similar words on the Qishan Island ship.

"You're thinking too far." Shen Jiyi interrupted him again, glanced at the two demon clans, "You are all lucky. You don't have the chance to catch up with the Dao Demon War. Go and kill demons and seize pills. Don't think about the demon clan. Don't think about the water washing the sword pool."

"The demon clan is also a wise creature." Hong Futian took a step back and stood between two casual cultivators and two half demons. "They hate and guard against the demon clan like humans. Demons and demons are not one family, and they should not be collectively called together. If the Taoist dynasty can open their horizons..."

The Taoist clan had fought a war with the demon clan for more than 100,000 years, and it was not easy to make both sides give up their past grudges. The demon clan that was taking refuge in Qishan might be willing to stop the war, but the Taoist disciples had no such idea at all. Even Yang Qingyin, who had the most rebellious idea, originally decided to sing a rebellion with Shen Jiyi in public, but did not say anything at all. Instead, he looked at Hong Futian with contempt and distrust.

"When it comes to letting go, look, the sirens have come." Shen Jiyi raised his chin to the distance.

Everyone looked around and saw the Taoist disciples first discovered the abnormality. Not long after, the casual cultivators and demon clans on the island also saw it. It was a large cloud-like thing. They swept across the Qi Mountain from the sea because the distance was too far away and did not look fast, but they occupied almost the entire skyline and were extremely powerful.

Hong Futian didn't care, "We won't kill monsters today. We want to reconcile with the demon clan. I want to persuade the sirens to retreat and never attack Qishan again."

"You? The casual cultivators and demons?"

"To be precise, it is the demon clan, not the demon. And I hope that the disciples of the Taoist throne can also join us. The creatures in the world will welcome the day of destroying the demons together. Today may be the beginning."

Shen Jiyi couldn't help laughing and looked back at dozens of Taoist disciples, "Sorry, Taoist is very busy today and has no time to join 'you'. Since the casual cultivators and demon clan have no intention of blocking the sirens, we have to take action. You can still enjoy the protection of the Qi Mountain, but be careful and don't leave the rootless island."

Hong Futian also wanted to persuade Shen Jiyi that there was an iron ruler in his hand, which was his main magic weapon, which was usually hidden. "My fellow Taoists, the wandering cultivators and the demon clan retreated in the face of battle - this is not the first time this happened - are you willing to go out to sea with me to kill the invading sea monsters?"

The dozens of Taoist priests on the rootless island were originally watching the fun, and they were basically disciples in the breathing realm, and they were the highest in Shen Jiyi's cultivation. As soon as he called out, no one would show timidity. Regardless of whether he had any experience in fighting with the demon clan before, they shouted "will" in unison. Many Taoist priests were even quite excited and felt that they had not come in vain today.

The island ship also has a pier, with thirty or fifty small boats tied. Shen Jiyi took the lead in walking over, and disciples of various Taoist dynasties followed closely.

Yang Qingyin walked past Hong Futian and said disdainfully: "I thought you were a person who did not abide by the king's laws, but turned out to be a coward."

Xin Youtao added bluntly from behind: "Maybe they are working with the Siren inside and outside."

Hong Futian shook his head and said loudly: "Daotong is the elite of the world. If you are willing to look down, you will clearly see your mistakes all the time. It is impossible to compete with the demons by relying solely on the power of the Daotong, and the power to unite all the wise creatures in the world..."

Without the Taoist priests turning back, Hong Futian's words may sound quite pleasant to the casual cultivators and demon clans, but they are not attractive to Taoist disciples at all. Many people, like Xin Youtao, suspect that this person has a ulterior motive.

There were a total of forty-seven Taoist disciples, and they rode twelve boats. Although they were not recommended, Shen Jiyi naturally became the leader. Not only did he have the highest level of cultivation, he was also a disciple of the Five Elements Department. He had extremely rich experience in killing demons, and no disciple could compete with him.

Shen Jiyi also fully demonstrated his advantages and quickly arranged troops. The three ships carried disciples of the Five Elements Department of the Dao to form the first line of attack. There were three other ships in the second line. Although the disciples on the above were not from the Five Elements Department, they all had a main magic weapon. The third line and the five ships carried Yang Qingyin and Xin Youtao, who were neither the Five Elements Department nor the main magic weapon.

Yang Qingyin wanted to rush forward, but after all, she was the daughter of the Taoist sect. She was usually domineering, but when she arrived on the battlefield, she obeyed the orders. Without saying anything, she naturally appointed herself as the commander of the third line and arranged the tasks of each ship, which was also approved by Shen Jiyi.

The last boat stayed on the shore of the Rootless Island, carrying five Taoist priests, and the mission was to guard the remaining ships and prevent the island's random cultivators and demons from changing their minds and suddenly boarding the ship.

"Beware of these people, don't let them form a joint force with the sirens." Shen Jiyi said loudly, not caring about his words being heard by the people on the island. "These ships have passed by the Taoist priests in Qishan cast spells, and they obey your orders."

The formation was arranged, and Mu Xingqiu was the only person who was dissatisfied. He raised his hand and said, "I have a purple-patterned sword."

He should have been on the three ships on the second line, but he was left at the end, guarding against a group of casual cultivators and demons who seemed to have left the island without intention.

"You need to be here. It's not easy to keep an eye on Hong Futian of the Ancient God Cult." Shen Jiyi smiled and signaled everyone to set off. The ship automatically sailed towards the dark clouds in the distance.

Chen Hao stood on a boat on the third line, turned around and shouted excitedly: "If you have won the demon pill, you will definitely have one!"

Mu Xingqiu wanted to go on the battle himself, but he knew how to be sensible. At this time, he had to obey orders, so he had to wave his hand to the Taoist priest who rushed away and turned to look at the people on his boat.

Fangfang was also left behind. She is a disciple of the Forbidden Secretology. Although her level of cultivation is not low, she has not learned a few Five Elements spells. She is willing to go to the front line. The other three are all disciples who have just inhaled their breath and are not even qualified to refine magic weapons. She came to Qishan for fun and has more reason to stay.

Mu Xingqiu sat at the bow of the boat and sighed softly, feeling that he had been neglected.

Fangfang stood beside him and chuckled softly: "Do you just like fighting so much?"

"I don't like fighting, I don't think I should be wasting... The lightning whip you made." Mu Xingqiu lowered his voice when he said the last few words. The other three Taoist priests on the same boat were looking away from the fleet and didn't care about his words.

"There is always a chance." Fangfang's voice also lowered, and suddenly raised her voice again, "This group of siren is very special."

Mu Xingqiu immediately stood up and looked south. Although the distance was still far away, he could already see more details of the dark cloud: it was not a dark cloud, but a rapidly moving water vapor, mixed with countless dark gray flying fish in the middle, and it was their scales forming a color similar to dark clouds.

"Where are the sirens?" Mu Xingqiu asked in surprise. Flying fish were in groups. Although they were spectacular and weird, their demonic aura was not strong. Even if he watched with extraordinary vision, he didn't feel like a big monster.

"This is a water-shaped siren. Now it is spread out and you can synthesize several big monsters later." Fang Fang read a lot of books and immediately recognized the siren's background.

"Oh, it's the same as the wolf demon Qi Wuxia."

Fangfang did not participate in the battle a few years ago. She only heard Mu Xingqiu describe it in detail. After thinking about it, "It is not exactly the same. No matter how many wolves are, the master of power is still Qi Wuxia and will not concentrate on any wolf. This is a rare spell, and I have never seen it in the book. The water-shaped sirens do not have such a leader, and they will eventually merge, not just contribute their strength."

Mu Xingqiu nodded and looked at the tsunami-like flying fish getting closer and closer to the Taoist disciples, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

"Demon Pill, whoever has the Demon Pill is the dominant leader of the Siren."

Five Taoist priests on the boat turned around at the same time and found that Hong Futian was standing alone on the shore. He seemed to have not given up yet and still wanted to persuade several people. The numerous casual cultivators and the demon clan formed a group in the distance and talked to each other, which really meant to unite.

"Yeah." Mu Xingqiu responded coldly. He had a bad impression of the Ancient God Sect. This young casual cultivator had the stubbornness of Grandma Mei back then, which made him dislike him very much.

Hong Futian didn't care, and raised his hand to cover his eyebrows, "These sirens were not here to attack Qishan."

"How do you know, the Siren told you?" Mu Xingqiu didn't believe him any more.

"The sirens have their own way of expression. If you look closely, the sirens are clearly saying that they are here to seek protection because... because..." Hong Futian seemed to be struggling to distinguish obscure words, "There are chasers behind them, hidden underwater, very powerful. Those disciples of Taoism are in danger, you should remind them."

Mu Xingqiu looked up and down at Hong Futian, but couldn't figure out what he meant.

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