One man and one dragon were staring at each other dozens of miles apart in the sea of ​​clouds for a long time. The iron-bridged dragon spoke and said a strange thing, "I am not an enemy of you, I am just executing the curse of the demon baby. The first day of demon fire, the second day of dragon rain, and there are five days left behind."

The dragon's voice was as deep as thunder. After saying that, it turned around and flew towards the unclean air in the northwest. There was not much time to go and the news suddenly came.

Mu Xingqiu did not chase after him because the location of the Iron-Ring Dragon exceeded the thirty miles of the Ancestor Tower. The dragon walked away and the fog dissipated. Shortly after Mu Xingqiu returned to the ground, the sun finally returned to Duanliu City and drove away some cold air before dark.

"The demon clan is using the so-called curse to make things mysterious." After Chen Hao heard about the Dragon, he felt even more confident. "If that demon blood baby was really that important, Qi Wushang would not just send him to command an army of more than a thousand people, and there was not even a decent monster around him. I want me to say that Qi Wushang deliberately sent the blood baby to die, and then took this opportunity to coerce and lure the various divisions of the demon clan to participate in the war."

Chen Hao's guess has some truths, especially in line with the words of the Iron-Red Dragon. Its meaning is obviously that he is not a member of the demon soldier, but to implement the ancient curse rules, he has to come and bring cold rain.

"The demon clan believes in the devil curses more than we do." Xiao Qingtao also agreed with Chen Hao's statement, "Qi Wushang's move is really sinister. He wants to pull all the oldest tribes into his camp."

Mu Xingqiu could not think of a more reasonable statement, so he nodded, "The dragon gave us a reminder that the seven-day curse was not something that Yin Yu Fadong said casually. There must be a basis for it. If we find out, we can prevent it in advance."

This is a simple question at Laozu Peak, but the Taoists in Duanliu City have no way to ask.

"What tricks Zuo Liuying is playing? He must have known these things for a long time, but he refused to even explain it?" Chen Hao was deeply angry, and the other Taoist priests nodded, feeling that the head of the Ban Secret Department had done too much.

"Don't think about Zuo Liuying, no one can force him to speak on his own initiative. Xiao Qingtao, you go to the inn to guard. Fangfang may know some things. Others will go out of the city to inspect the movements of demon soldiers as usual. I will ask among the monks."

"What can I know just a group of casual cultivators?" Chen Hao's impression of this reinforcement was getting worse and worse.

"The monks have a wide range of hobbies, so maybe someone has done research on the curse of the demons."

"Yes, I have never seen a real Qilin before. I can specialize in studying it for decades. The casual cultivator is indeed very knowledgeable." Chen Hao said sarcastically. "Turn them all away."

"The magic of monks is still useful." Mu Xingqiu did not want to give up any assistance. In any case, the strength of the hundred monks is far more than that of seven hundred Xuanfu Army.

Several Taoist priests flew away from the military camp, and Mu Xingqiu went to see the wandering cultivator.

The ground in the military camp was not dry yet, and the soldiers were sorting out the machinery and doing some simple training. It was only a few days after Mr. Pan San left, and there were signs of slackness in the army. The team in charge of more than 700 people was obviously beyond the ability of Huang Duwei. He fought with the soldiers in a hot battle, but the orders were often inconsistent, and no one took it seriously.

Dozens of monks formed a bonfire on the edge of the camp and formed a circle to drive away the cold. Their spells were relatively low and they still needed firewood, but the flames were stronger and there was no choking smoke.

Taoist Linzi, who had white hair and hair, was also among them. He lost two Qilins one after another. Although they were just paper talismans, they condensed a lot of his efforts. Therefore, he seemed very disappointed. When he saw Mu Xingqiu, he came up with him, and his usual smile disappeared.

"Can you say something to the Taoist priest?"

"certainly."

The two of them were not too far from the bonfire. Taoist Linzi had no intention of finding a hidden place, but just lowered his voice a little, "Hong Futian is gone?"

"Well, go and meet the demon king Qi Wushang and persuade him to withdraw his troops."

"Hey, this kid is smart. He ran away with such a open reason."

"Don't you believe him?"

"Of course I believe it, otherwise why would he come to Duanliu City? But he ran too fast and his apprentice didn't want it anymore and didn't tell us. What's going on? To be honest, we all came to Duanliu City for his sake. As soon as he left, everyone's mind was completely confused."

Mu Xingqiu's heart was so clear that the monks were scared. They had been in Duanliu City for less than two days and they were about to give up. Now they just wanted to find a "open reason" like Hong Futian.

"I believe Hong Futian is really going to meet the demon king Qi Wushang."

Taoist Linzi chuckled twice, "Then he is a complete madman, and he has to be killed halfway through the way. Alas, we were actually deceived by a madman."

His words became louder. Hong Futian's apprentice Ouyang Luo came out of the bonfire, his face flushed, neither burned by fire nor cold. "My master is not a madman. He cares about the welfare of the people in the world. It is a fearless act to see Qi Wushang!"

"Da Wuwu? When he was in Qishan, he didn't go to persuade the sirens. He shouted every day to see the Master of Taoism, nor did he take it into practice. Why did he become "Da Wuwuwu" as soon as he arrived in Duanliu City? Young man, you have been betrayed by Hong Futian, just like us." Taoist Linzi no longer concealed his indignation.

"Maybe he will go to Qi Wushang to seek credit." Another monk said in anger, imitating Hong Futian's voice, "Your Majesty the Demon King, I will bring you more than a hundred human monks, go and kill them all."

Ouyang Luo's face turned redder. He turned his hands and held a five or six-foot-long fire dragon each, and was about to take action. The monk did not show any weakness. He showed off his magic sword and pinched the Taoist Fire Art with his other hand.

The other monks followed suit, and the soldiers from afar were also attracted.

"Enough!" Mu Xingqiu shouted fiercely.

He was just a young inhaling Taoist priest, but his strong strength last night made the monks afraid. The sword-holding cultivator first took back his magic weapon, Ouyang Luo also put away the fire dragon, his eyes were still full of anger.

Mu Xingqiu originally wanted to have a private conversation with the monks. Since it had attracted the attention of the soldiers, he simply walked towards the bonfire and faced everyone, saying loudly: "A life-and-death battle is about to be held in Duanliu City. Monks with the will of death, please stay and fight side by side with us. Those who think this battle is not worth fighting for the death, please leave or not. The recruits are afraid of going to the real battlefield, and I can understand."

No one left, Taoist Pang Shan was not very polite about what he said, but the monks felt that he was qualified to say such things, and some monks also walked out of the various barracks.

"Is there a bounty for killing demons?" A monk asked, looking around, and found that many people around him had the same feeling, and continued: "Hong Futian said that the battle of Duanliu City was hosted by Pang Shan Daotong, and the bounty for killing demons would only be higher than that of Chess Mountain."

"My master has never said it..." Ouyang Lei retorted in surprise, his voice was soon drowned out by a voice of approval.

"The bounty is the thanks of the military and civilians of Pangshan Daotong and Duanliu City."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted a lot of disappointment and booed. Mu Xingqiu was unmoved and stopped for a while before saying: "There is also the royal family of Xijie, who are willing to pay any price to defend Duanliu City."

"Xijieguo even lost the capital. The royal family has long been missing. Only a prince of unknown origin is left. He fled to Higashiguo. I wonder if he can come back. What is the difference between us and saving a dead person?"

"How can you get a magical achievement without a strange danger? Saving Xijieguo is your chance to establish a magical achievement. I promise that the prince will definitely come back." Mu Xingqiu is a Taoist priest Pang Shan, but the situation of the master is unclear, so he cannot make a specific promise on behalf of Pang Shan.

The monks were a little moved and whispered. Mu Xingqiu could feel two completely opposite emotions. His expectations were not high. As long as half of them were willing to stay, it would be of great help.

Ouyang Lei disrupted Mu Xingqiu's plan and prediction. Like his master Hong Futian, he was so simple that he was a little stubborn. He was extremely dissatisfied with the snobbery of the monks. His anger finally broke out and shouted: "Did you forget that you are a monk? Have you forgotten that you have a vow of chivalrous justice? You usually speak loudly, but when it comes to a critical moment, why have you become a petty snobbery? Do we abandon the people in the city without rewards?"

"The people can cross the river and go to Dongjieguo to take refuge." A loud voice said, "What's more, we are just people who can't defeat the demon army at all."

"The people cross the river, and the demon soldiers also cross the river. Either Duanliu City or other cities, there is always a time when there is no way to retreat." Ouyang Luo said more and more excitedly. "Transferring Duanliu City will only make the demon soldiers more powerful. When the next battle is over, we will have no chance of winning."

Ouyang Luo looked around, blushing like a ripe apple, but the enthusiasm in his eyes was somewhat similar to Hong Futian. "Stay here! No reward or gratitude, just to fight with the demon soldiers, to realize the oath we made at the beginning - not seeking immortality, just to be sentient beings."

The monks present obviously made such a vow, and all looked ashamed. A stout monk suddenly spoke, "Damn it, everyone said that they had no regrets, so I'll die in Duanliu City."

"I don't seek immortality, I just want to be sentient beings." The monks shouted one after another, and none of them left.

Mu Xingqiu was surprised. Ouyang Lei's words were even stronger than his illusion, and then his heart became warm. On the one hand, it was because he left a reinforcement, and on the other hand, he finally realized that the illusion of the mind is a real power that exists in everyone. As one of the eighteen sects of Taoism, the sect is by no means aside, it develops the human heart.

After the enthusiasm, people will still become timid and even escape secretly, but Mu Xingqiu believes that the monks who stayed will still be the majority.

"The war has begun." Mu Xingqiu struck while the iron was hot, "The demon soldiers will use different magic techniques for seven consecutive days to realize the so-called Blood Infant Curse. Yesterday was the demon fire and today was the dragon rain. Does anyone know what tomorrow will be?"

A very unconfident voice in the crowd said, "It should be evil wind after Long Yu."

"What is evil wind? Is there a gust of wind?"

"The demon fire brings panic, the dragon rain drops weakness, and the evil wind seems to blow into suspicion."

Mu Xingqiu understood that the enemy he was about to face was not a certain demon, but the people of the whole city.

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