The beautiful dreams of the residents of Duanliu City began to turn into nightmare: they dreamed of howling winds, destroying all the way, and taking away the city walls, houses, and trees; they dreamed that the weather was cold and the water vapor in the air condensed into fog, making the cold winter night even darker. In unknown places, soft arms seemed to be quietly stretched out, and they wanted to take them away while others were unprepared. This article was first published by...

In such a dark night, there was a little flash of fluorescent light, bringing some warmth and light. It was by them that the residents of Duanliu City were extremely frightened in their dreams, but no one woke up.

The talisman masters from various armies on the east bank of the Jiehe River were dispatched in large numbers, and nearly a thousand people worked together to set up at least fifty layers of bans on the river surface, finally blocking the surging cold wave. The soldiers were all neatly worn and prepared their horses. As long as the ban ahead failed, they would immediately flee further away.

The chariot pulled by sixteen horses specially used by Qu Xungu was parked outside the tent. He was closely watching what happened in Duanliu City in the tent, trying to find out what tricks the Taoist priests of Pangshan and Luanjingshan were doing.

In Duanliu City, only a few Pangshan disciples were still awake. Xin Youtao went to the city guard mansion to take a look and found that the golden villain protected the princess and others well. Then he returned to the inn. In the courtyard, young Taoists surrounded Shen Jixian, the first leader of the Five Elements Department, waiting for him to make a decision.

Shen Jixian had been standing in the courtyard for a long time. A copper bell was hanging in the air about ten feet above his head, making a messy sound. He held a small oil lamp in his hand. The flames stood up strangely under the blowing of the cold wind, one foot long, like a stretched dagger.

"Too many." Shen Jixian murmured, as if he didn't notice that there was a Taoist priest around him.

Xin Youtao did not dare to speak, and stood obediently beside Shen Hao.

"Is Luanjing Mountain going to detain all the souls outside the city?" Only Yang Qingyin dared to ask.

"If this continues, the souls left on the battlefield may not be enough." Shen Jixian himself felt unbelievable, "A few battles left at least 100,000 souls... How is this possible? In addition to Si Ming Ding, is there such a powerful soul-retaining magic weapon?"

Xiao Qingtao suddenly spoke behind Shen Jixian. In order not to make her friends feel too weird, she specifically emphasized that this was not her own words. "The left leader said that the Siming Ding is the most treasure of the Taoist dynasty, which can accommodate souls infinitely. Luanjing Mountain has ten to thirty magic weapons of nine grades, which can accommodate 100,000 souls."

"Is there anything else that the left leader doesn't know?" Shen Jixian asked coldly, and Xiao Qingtao gently poked his tongue.

The flames of the small oil lamp stretched longer, as thin as a fancy spring, and finally couldn't stand the external force. They broke into several pieces, and after a moment of pause in the air, they were all swept away by the cold wind, floating out of the city like a piece of ghost fire.

Shen Jixian flipped his sleeves, and the oil lamp and the copper bell disappeared. He didn't want to wait any longer. Zuo Liuying had ideas, and he also had them, "I want to check the situation of the Jiuxuan Yin Induction Formation. You stay here. Remember. At this moment, there are no other sober living creatures in Duanliu City except you. Once you find something weird, you can take action first and ask who it is. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Several Taoist priests said in unison.

Shen Jixian had no imperial weapon and rose directly into the sky and flew quickly to the big pit outside the city.

Looking at the back of the head, Yang Qingyin felt deeply uneasy. "I shouldn't let the bald man go in. Luanjing Mountain must be doing bad things again. They must bring all the Taoist priests of Pangshan back to Luanjing Mountain."

"Not necessarily." Chen Hao was calmer. "Although this soul-detention array is powerful, it is only effective for souls and mortals, and has not had much impact on Taoist priests at least yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold wave became stronger, as if a whirlwind was accelerating in the dark, containing indescribable power. Although only a little bit was revealed, it was enough to shock the Taoists.

All the Taoist priests in the courtyard showed their magic weapons. They could no longer survive the cold wave and had to resist.

"There are no good people in Luanjing Mountain, why are they allowed to restrain their souls?" Yang Qingyin raised her hand to drive away the golden villain hanging in her ears. The anger that had been suppressing since the decisive battle slowly rose, but she could not find the enemy and could only shoot a few balls of fireballs into the air.

The fireball was driven by the cold wave and could not move forward in a straight line. It drew an arc and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Yang Qingyin became even more angry and fired another ball of fire. This time the flight trajectory was close to the straight line, but the fireball itself flickered and disappeared without flying far away.

Yang Qingyin gritted her teeth and was about to make another move when a voice behind her said, "It's useless to do this. This is a soul power that is about to lose control. It must be solved from the source."

It was Lan Qizhang. He walked out of the room with a haggard face, but his eyes became much more firm, staring at Yang Qingyin, "Don't blame Jingshan, the person who controls the cold wave is Mu Xingqiu."

Several people were stunned and forgot to cast spells for a moment. The magic weapon floating in the air was almost taken away by the slowly flowing whirlwind.

"Is this Zuo Liuying's words?" Yang Qingyin was aggressive. She didn't want to hide her contempt for Lan Qizhang.

Lan Qizhang nodded, "Mu Xingqiu is about to be possessed by the devil, you have to help him."

Several people were stunned again. Although Mu Xingqiu had been staying at the place where Fangfang broke pills and was willing to land seven days later, he was a little stubborn, but his smile on his face was more than usual, and his words and behavior were normal, and there was no sign of being a magician.

"How to help?" Chen Hao asked. He believed that this was not the time to question Zuo Liuying and Lan Qizhang. The head of the Ban Secret Department was the only person they could rely on.

Lan Qizhang's eyes swept across everyone, "Let Mu Xingqiu know that there is a stronger power, which may make him stop and wake up before he becomes a demon."

"Shen's head has gone." Xiao Qingtao said that a Taoist priest with a seventh level of star fall should be able to suppress the power of his soul.

Lan Qizhang was silent for a while, "It's not enough. You must concentrate your efforts to drive the Ancestor Tower and completely defeat this cold wave."

Yang Qingyin stepped forward, "We are just a group of inhaled Taoist priests. How could he not take action by himself?"

"The first city is protecting the creatures in the city, and cannot make any moves." Lan Qizhang replied calmly.

Xiao Qingtao whispered: "And the first seat is injured."

Yang Qingyin snorted. She didn't believe anything now, but she had no other way. The cold wave that was spreading throughout the city was getting heavier and heavier, and the huge whirlwind was slowly accelerating. Something had to be done to stop all this.

No one said anything, which means that everyone agreed.

From another room, the flea came out, and a hint of confusion appeared in Huang Chengcheng's eyes, but he still walked to the middle of the courtyard to stop, and his parents stayed in the room and looked at it.

Zuo Liuying also walked out. He had nothing changed. He was neither angry because the people around him left one by one, nor was he sick after being injured. His perfect face was as quiet as a young man. Even those who were with him day and night could hardly believe that his body had a heart that had been in his hundreds of years.

He looked at the fleas, and in a short while, a small tower appeared above Qilin's head, the body of the Patriarch Pangshan.

"Use your spells to attack the Qilin, the more fierce the better. Your power can drive the ancestor tower through the purification of the spirit beast." Lan Qizhang himself did not cast the spell, and his mood had not stabilized yet, so he dared not use his magic power easily.

Chen Hao was the first to make a move, and the other Taoists followed suit. At first, they only emitted gentle magic power, but found that it would not cause damage. They all increased their magic power.

The two horns of the flea emitted a soft light, covering the whole body. All spells hitting the light shield were quickly absorbed. After reaching a certain intensity, a strong light rose from the middle of the two horns and rushed directly to the ancestor tower three feet above his head.

The Patriarch Tower was also accumulating strength. After a moment, a group of golden men of different sizes flew out from it. The big ones were no different from ordinary people, and the small ones were only about one foot, but they were all larger than the golden men who protected the creatures in the city.

Yang Qingyin was the first to recognize the identities of these golden men. While casting spells, she said in surprise: "These are all descendants of the Minxin Science."

A total of twenty-nine descendants of the Nianxin Academy who left their names in the Patriarch's Tower floated in the air and formed a circle. The tallest golden man suddenly appeared in his hand, which grew longer at a lightning speed, cut through the night sky, and headed straight for the Jiuxuan Yin Yin Induction Formation outside the city.

The huge cold tide stopped at this moment, as if it was a stuck windmill.

The whole sky made a sound of cloth tearing, mixed with countless gloomy roars, but nothing appeared. The Taoists were still fearless, but the talisman masters on the other side of the Jiehe River were frightened and were all frightened and could only support them. Dozens of bans above the Jiehe River were being broken one after another. Qu Xungu in the central army's tent ordered dozens of high-level talisman masters to sacrifice talismans, and they wanted to turn defense into attack.

Mu Xingqiu stood in the center of the storm, holding the Frost Soul Sword that shone brightly and redly in one hand, and dancing the long whip like a black snake in the other hand. The whip has grown to more than a hundred feet, and there is still a momentum of growth.

Eight Taoist priests in Luanjingshan had fallen to the bottom of the pit and were unconscious. Only Sun Yulu was still in the air, spreading her arms, and the Taoist robe was whispering under the strong wind. She closed her eyes and smiled on her face. She was completely unaware of the turmoil that occurred around her. She was ready to be possessed, neither forcing nor pain.

A long black whip surrounded her, circle after circle, like a huge cocoon shell.

The bald man had stopped rotating, hid behind Mu Xingqiu, closed his eyes and looked pale. He had never been so scared. Even if he was swallowed by the snake demon in one bite, he was not afraid of being like this.

Shen Jixian arrived, broke through the dark soul-hiding text, stood at a higher place, and immediately understood the situation in front of him, "Mu Xingqiu, stop!"

Mu Xingqiu did not stop, nor even responded. He looked firm and was casting with all his strength.

Without hesitation, Shen Jixian cast five long dragons of different colors, twisted into one, and rushed straight to the Frost Soul Sword. He saw that this sword was the greatest source of power for the inhaled Taoist priest.

The dragon body wrapped around the sword body and was stopped by the ever-changing light. The dragon and the sword were about one meter apart. Shen Jixian slowly increased his mana, and the dragon body slowly tightened and became closer and closer to the sword body.

Soon, the golden whip emitted by the largest golden man arrived and immediately joined the battle group, and also entangled the Frost Soul Sword.

Almost at the same time, spells on the other side of Jiehe also arrived. Groups of at least three hundred paper talismans flew over the big pit, turned into swords, guns, swords and axes, and threw them towards everyone indiscriminately.

The five-colored long dragon, the golden whip, the hundreds of flying talismans, Mu Xingqiu stood in the middle, as if he had seen it. He felt unprecedentedly powerful and was in an inexplicable state. He didn't care about the new source of power, and he didn't care about the various magics that suddenly came. He only cared about one thing-where the soul that ordered him to stop.

He was focusing on his full strength to find.

The cold tide outside was forced to stop, but the storm in the Jiuxuan Yin Induction Formation became even more violent, and Mu Xingqiu wanted to make it more violent.

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