Mu Xingqiu hoped to find a tactful way to test the strength of the cultivators, but Hong Futian did not bring people in for a long time. He and Shen Hao walked out of the main hall and found that the cultivators were showing their magic to curious soldiers everywhere in the military camp.

"The Qishan Mountain does not allow casting spells, it really makes me feel bad." Ouyang Lei's voice was the loudest. On his palm, a fire dragon several feet long was hovering up and down, causing bursts of exclamations.

Hong Futian came over, "Sorry, these people gathered temporarily and did not obey the rules, but they were all willing to help Duanliu City fight against the demon soldiers, sincerely."

In Mu Xingqiu's impression, there was no fixed team around Hong Futian, and he always gathered temporarily, "This is great, I also want to see the magic of the casual cultivators."

Hong Futian smiled, "Although we also call ourselves 'sleeping cultivators', we prefer the title 'monarch'."

"Cultivists and Taoists are all people who practice Taoism. Everyone has the same fate as the same destination, so they are considered a family."

Hong Futian nodded repeatedly, "This is exactly what I have been saying. Taoist priests, monks, and even demon clans have similarities in their practice methods, which are completely different from those of demon clans, so..."

Hong Futian began to talk about the ideal of Taoist demons in unison to fight against demons again. Mu Xingqiu listened perfunctorily, his eyes swept around the military camp. Shen Hao's slender eyes narrowed even thinner, and he had to lower his head to hide his contempt in his heart.

The spells of casual cultivators are similar to the five elements of Taoism, but the styles are quite different. Taoism is only effective, and they are even reluctant to waste some magic power to make their spells more gorgeous. Even high-level Taoist priests are just simple fireballs and ice thorns, but they are long distances, fast speeds, and strong lethality. They are professional monster-killing weapons.

However, more than a hundred casual cultivators in the military camp were competing for whose magic was even more eye-catching. Ouyang Luo’s fire dragon can only be regarded as a pediatrician. A middle-aged monk summoned a golden dragon dozens of feet and hovered around the military camp. Everyone hid wherever they passed. The people outside the camp saw such a strange scene from afar, and burst into screams.

"Duanliu City can be saved this time, Xijie Country can be saved!" An old man shouted at the door of the military camp in a loud voice, receiving a lot of echoes.

The golden dragon flew past the buns of two Taoist priests of Pangshan. They stood still and did not hide. The threat of this dragon is no greater than that of fireworks. It is completely different from the Yin-Yang dragon summoned by Yang Xi, the head of the precepts department on the Ancestor Peak.

The military camp was filled with all kinds of legendary animals, as well as a large number of ice, fire, light, electricity, praise and exclamation were like the source of magic power of casual cultivators. The louder the nearby calls, the more gorgeous their magic was.

This performance could have lasted for a long time, and the night was about to fall. The dark attack of autumn cold was the best time to appreciate the miracle of light and shadow. The one who called the cultivators to stop was neither Hong Futian nor Taoist Pangshan, but three real spirit beasts.

The Qilin was resting and was woken up by the noise outside. They knew that this was not Laozu Peak. They were guests and should be polite. So they endured it and endured it, but in the end they couldn't bear it.

The flea rushed out of the room near the main hall, stood beside Mu Xingqiu, with four hooves spread apart, staring around with his eyes, his black pupils getting bigger and smaller, revealing obvious anger.

A monk with white hair and hair came over, followed by a majestic unicorn, taller than the flea's father, with scales shining golden light on his body - this is the favorite color of the casual cultivators, and most of the spells and strange beasts in the military camp are of this color.

"Hey, everyone see, the Taoist priests have also turned into a kirin. It should be like this. Everyone is wise in their abilities. The people need to get some confidence from us." The white-haired monk walked towards the flea with enthusiasm, "It's quite imposing. It looks not very realistic, with eyes like snakes, nostrils too big, and teeth not neat..."

I heard that it was a Qilin transformed by a Taoist priest. Many monks came to watch, and the magic in their hands remained constant.

"Especially the color is not good." Another monk commented. A colorful phoenix was hovering above his head. "Why choose iron-green scales? It's hard to see clearly when it's dark. It's either golden or silvery, and so eye-catching."

The white-haired Taoist priest reached out to touch the fleas, but Mu Xingqiu hurriedly stopped him, "Don't touch, this is a real Qilin, not transformed from magic."

"Haha, I have been studying Qilin for decades..."

The flea was confused, but the other party's arms stretched out made it very dissatisfied. He jumped out suddenly, knocked over the white-haired monk, ran over the body of the golden unicorn, and then jumped over the heads of several monks, and flew a brilliant phoenix and two strange big birds to the top of the horns.

The white-haired monk shouted: "My God is actually true." The golden unicorn, phoenix, etc. who were touched by fleas have returned to their original form. They are either paper or bamboo and wood models, and they are broken into several pieces and are useless again.

The monks suddenly realized that the iron-green unicorn in front of them was a real living creature.

The fleas ran happily in the military camp, and in a short while they pushed the spells of the camp to the ground. Many monks were enjoying the sincere praise of the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army. They had no time to stop, but even the props were damaged and they held them in their hands and were crying without tears. This was not ordinary paper, bamboo, wood and iron, but the spell material they had spent years of hard work to create. They could no longer be used after they were damaged.

When the flea returned to Mu Xingqiu's side, its parents also came out, stood behind, and majesticly scanned the entire military camp.

The soldiers all recognized these three unicorns, many of whom had fought side by side with them. Although they could not touch them, they were not afraid in their hearts. The monks were all shocked. The ones who were standing near slowly retreated, while the ones who were originally far away came quietly.

"Is this a real Qilin?"

"Really Qilin, I heard that there is a batch of golden horn Qilin in Yashan."

"Their horns are not golden, and this should be from Pangshan, right?"

Qilin didn't speak out and her confusing eyes turned to the two Taoist priests of Pangshan. Mu Xingqiu reached out to rub the flea's neck gently to comfort its emotions, "They are Qilins, and there is no other name."

Mu Xingqiu is actually not sure, but he has never heard of Pang Shan’s three-headed qilin as another name.

The white-haired monk originally thought that the Taoist priest was joking, but now he finally believed that the Qilin was real. He was so excited that he had tears in his eyes and knelt on the ground, "Oh my God! I didn't expect that I could see it with my own eyes-" He turned his head and glanced at the monks, "You guys without eyes, this is the oldest iron qilin. The seventy-three kinds of Qilin in the world were all divided from the Iron Qilin. They were once the favorite mounts of the demon emperors. I thought they had been extinct for a long time, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect that Pangshan had three more heads."

The white-haired monk was trembling even his beard. He suddenly kowtowed to the three Qilins several times, making a sound. When he raised his head, a big swollen bag appeared on his forehead. However, his face was full of smiles, painless.

The three-headed unicorn raised its head, and the fleas moved their hooves on the spot. The white-haired monk was happy, but the fleas were just impatient and rubbed against Mu Xingqiu's shoulder twice. He turned around and went back to the room, and his parents followed him back.

"Iron Qilin likes quietness, everyone speaks softly." The white-haired monk stood up and looked at Qilin's back obsessedly.

Most people are like Mu Xingqiu and have never heard of Tie Qilin at all, but the white-haired monk said so excitedly and sincerely, so everyone accepted it. Forgive Xiao Qilin's nonsense, and even felt that this was a kind of honor.

More than a hundred monks finally walked into the main hall, full of crowds, and there was no place to place stools. Everyone could only stand up. Even so, they had to be humble to each other. It took a long time to arrange the order, and then met Taoist Pangshan one by one.

Xiao Qingtao and others also came back. Four people were patrolling outside the city, and two were bringing reinforcements outside. The remaining five Taoist priests were all inhaling their breath, which somewhat disappointed the casual cultivators who came to rescue.

"I heard that there was a Taoist priest sitting in the formation of Duanliu City. Can he come out to meet everyone? We didn't say much, just to express our respect."

Some people even know that this Taoist priest is Zuo Liuying, the first in the banned secret department. "It is not convenient to come out of the left priest, so it is okay to send a Taoist priest in Xinglu. Let's discuss how to fight against the demon soldiers."

Xiao Qingtao and others came back late and didn't understand what was going on. Shen Hao looked cold and said nothing. Mu Xingqiu found that these monks had many misunderstandings about Duanliu City, so he shouted: "Listen to me."

The main hall was quiet, and Mu Xingqiu could feel many emotions mixed together, without any of them having an advantage, which made his mind-mind illusion lose his place to use it.

"Thank you all for coming to help Duanliu City. I have something to say first. The left leader cannot come out to meet everyone for some reasons, and he cannot appear to participate in the war. There are eleven Taoist priests in Pangshan who can participate in the war."

"It's all the breathing state?" asked a monk.

“All.”

Xiao Qingtao understood what happened to these people and said loudly: "Mu Xingqiu was appointed by the left leader and was fully represented in Duanliu City. He is also the General Xuanfu Army appointed by Prince Xijie. You come to help, we welcome him, but everyone must obey General Mu's command."

Mu Xingqiu looks very young, but the Taoist priests have the ability to keep their faces healthy, which is not a problem in the eyes of casual cultivators, but he is in the state of inhalation, which is really hard to convince.

Everyone was silent, and the white-haired monk said, "Three iron qilins will always participate in the war. They are descendants of ancient strange beasts. One of them can be worth ten-foot monsters or even more powerful giant monsters."

"The Qilin will participate in the battle, but you must have made a mistake. These three Qilins are not as powerful as you said. You will know if you go out and ask. In the battle a few days ago, they worked together to block the Zhenshan Bull of the Demon Clan."

Mu Xingqiu lied unintentionally, and the white-haired monk turned slightly red and muttered in a low voice: "How could this happen? Did I admit my mistake? That's what the book says."

The monks' emotions are changing, and hesitation and regret are taking the mainstream. Mu Xingqiu has not interfered. He needs sincere reinforcements, not opportunists.

Hong Futian's apprentice Ouyang Luo shouted: "What are you doing? Didn't we come because Duanliu City needs assistance? What we need to protect the most are the people who flee. Pang Shan's inhalation Taoist priests did not retreat, so we should not be timid!"

These words were very loud, but only a few people such as Hong Futian nodded. The other monks looked around and refused to say anything.

The main hall was quiet, and the gate was suddenly pushed open. A Taoist priest Pangshan rushed in. He was stunned when he saw the people in the room, and then immediately said to Mu Xingqiu: "The demon army sent an envoy and will arrive soon."
Chapter completed!