Fifteen corpses were lying on the side of the road, all of which were covered with holes and covered with blood. Before the weapons could be pulled out, the only survivor was seriously injured. At the last moment, he sacrificed a piece of paper talisman, barely saving his life, and his chest was soaked in a pool of blood.

A casual cultivator gave him a simple treatment, and his blood had stopped, but he still seemed frightened, "I won't die, right? He won't come back, right? I am the general of the Land of Land, and I will give you a great reward..."

The man was in his early thirties, with a slightly fat body, and a mustache on his lips. He didn't look like a general, but rather like a pampered businessman, but he could sacrifice talismans to save his life, and he was obviously from a noble family.

Yang Qingyin flew around and returned to the ground, "There is no trace of him, I guess he has run away. It's really strange. Didn't Zuo Liuying say he was going to Luanjing Mountain? He hasn't arrived for ten days?"

When Shen Geng escaped from Duanliu City, he showed powerful spells. Ten days were enough for him to fly to Luanjing Mountain eight thousand miles away, but he was still stranded in Lianhai Mountain, which was indeed a bit unexpected.

Mu Xingqiu kept standing beside the injured, squatting down and asked, "How long ago were you attacked?"

The injured man stared at Mu Xingqiu and another head on his shoulder, his eyes flashing, "You, you and him...you..."

"We are not in the same group, I am chasing him." Mu Xingqiu has returned to Taoist clothes, which is exactly the same as Shen Geng's dress, aroused the suspicion of the injured.

"Short afternoon, he fell from the sky and asked us for directions..."

“Where’s the way to go?”

"Ran Jingshan."

Mu Xingqiu looked up at Yang Qingyin, and Zuo Liuying was sure to say it.

"What then?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"A soldier asked a few more questions, the Taoist priest... he suddenly changed his face and started killing. I have never seen such a arrogant person before." The injured man's expression suddenly changed, his whole body was trembling. Although the killing lasted for a very short time, the impact on him was always there. "It shouldn't be like this. Even an irreconcilable enemy shouldn't be like this."

Mu Xingqiu stood up and felt very confused. He knew that Shen Geng was a crazy Taoist priest, but killing a group of weak mortals was not in line with Shen Geng's arrogant personality. He couldn't help but ask: "Has the devouring of the demon Taoist priest reached this point?"

Yang Qingyin snorted, not knowing much about the Demonic Taoist, “Maybe it was these soldiers who had messed with him.”

The injured person could not move. But he could still shake his head, "No, we thought he was a monk at first, so we were very polite to him. We just asked the name of Zun's surname and whether he was the subordinate of the Master of Life and Killing."

The Grand Sima, the guardian of the Dharma, spoke, "This officer is right. The Talang Kingdom is different from the northern vassal states. Here, monks are highly respected. Even the king himself should give in to the monks."

In Xijieguo and other places, the status of casual cultivators is much more miserable, and they are often chased by Longbinhui and the army. Mu Xingqiu understands why Lan Binggui can command so many monks. Her place is obviously a shelter.

Feiba also followed him, hid behind Mu Xingqiu, bit his lips and thought for a while before he could pluck his courage. Qiqiai said illegitimately: "I think... I think that Taoist priest killed people because of fear."

"What are you afraid of?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Feiyue shivered, and he was startled first, "I, I don't know. But look at his killing methods, these people didn't offend him much, so he... used such a ruthless move, either hated him to the core or was too scared."

Yang Qingyin nodded, "You really make sense. With Shen Geng's magic power, you can easily kill these mortals, but he had to use a ox knife to make people bloody and bloody killing. But what exactly is he afraid of?"

The injured person on the ground didn't understand very well. He only cared about one thing now, "I am the general of Talang Country. Here is not far from Talang City. If you send me back, the king will reward you heavily."

The Grand Marshal of the Protector walked to the injured, lowered his head and asked, "What's your name? I almost know the generals of the Talang Kingdom, but I have never seen you."

"My surname is Gu..."

"Well, this is a royal surname. Strange, then I should know you even more. Why do you think of your eyes?"

I found that the bearded cultivator was very familiar with the country of Talang, and the injured hesitated, "Are you all subordinates of the Dharma King?"

"I am Chen Guanhuo, the guardian of Lianhaishan monks. If you know my name, don't lie to me. I can save you and naturally kill you. In the country of Lang, we are the government."

"It turns out it's Sima Chen. I know your name, I..." The injured man suddenly lowered his voice, "My surname is Fu, please take me to see the Dharma King."

"The full name and identity must be expressed. There is only one surname, and I can't inform you." Fu is a royal surname, and the identity of the injured is obviously not simple, but Chen Guanhuo was unmoved.

"My name is Fu Hao, and I am the governor of the Emperor Yin City. I came here to see the Master of Life and Killing during this trip."

Chen Guanhuo held his arms and looked at the businessman-like mustache, "I have heard of Fu Hao, the governor of Huangyin City, why don't you carry Huang Fu Jun? Why are there only so many people?"

"I am Fu Hao, I have evidence, it's in my arms." Fu Hao's hands were weak and could only use his eyes to signal.

Chen Guanhuo was still hesitating, and suddenly a scream came from the distance, and then someone shouted: "Southwest! Southwest!"

Several casual cultivators immediately flew to the southwest. Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin also rose up with their swords and flew faster. One used his eyes to look away from the distance, and the other took out the oil lamp to warn him.

At this time, the night had just fallen, and there was still a ray of light. The southwest was still full of high and low mountains. When you flew to the high place, you could see the outline of Talang City. More than a dozen scattered cultivators were fighting with an enemy on a small peak. About a distance from it, the falling spell burned several trees.

The man's spell traces were faint, and only two Taoist priests of Pangshan and a few casual cultivators could see a bunch of lights.

"It's a Taoist priest." Mu Xingqiu speeded up. Although Zuo Liuying reminded them that Shen Geng was already in the realm of Gu Xia and had a strong murderous intention. The Taoist priest inhalation could not be his opponent, but Mu Xingqiu could use the power of his soul again and would not have a destructive effect on the Frost Soul Sword.

But that person is not Shen Geng.

A female Taoist priest from Luanjing Mountain stood a little lower on the top of the peak, fighting with the casual cultivator lightly, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, occasionally emitting light. The casual cultivator's spell fell automatically after several feet away from her, and he could not stand her at all.

"Everyone stop, I recognize this Taoist priest." Mu Xingqiu said loudly, and the casual cultivators recognized him as the guest of the Dharma King. He hesitated to stop, but he still stood in a staggered position and was ready for battle.

"It turned out to be fellow Taoist Pang Shanmu and fellow Taoist Yang." The man also recognized their identities.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang of the Luanjing Mountain, it's a coincidence that we actually met here again." Mu Xingqiu stopped and separated from Yang Qingyin, with a hundred steps apart, and the two of them were also alert.

Zhang Suqin from the Mingjing School of the Luanjing Mountain once went to Duanliu City to send a letter from the Grandmaster Pangshan Ning Qiwei. The meeting was quite unpleasant. Zuo Liuying flatly refused to obey Grandmaster Ning's orders and did not even come out to meet the sender in person.

"Tarang Kingdom is the place where I choose my disciples in the riot Jingshan Mountain. Why did the two Taoist priests of Pangshan come here? I remember you were very reluctant to come at the beginning." Zhang Suqin stood on the ground, her hands drooping in her sleeves, and no one could see whether she was holding a magic weapon in her hand.

"Let's see the relatives." Yang Qingyin rushed to say, "What are you doing? Taoist priests do not interfere in mortal affairs. Why did you fight with casual cultivators?"

Zhang Suqin is a Taoist priest at the first level of Xingluo. She disdained to argue with Mu and Yang, and shouted at more than a dozen casual cultivators and said, "I am the messenger of Luanjing Mountain. I am not here to fight. I have something to say to the Dharma King, please report it to you."

Lan Bingku's voice sounded, but the person did not show up. "Zhang Suqin. I told you three hundred years ago that the river water does not violate the well water. Girls with Taoist roots will return to Jingshan, and boys will return to other Taoist dynasties. Even the casual cultivators in Haishan will belong to me. What are you going to say?"

Zhang Suqin's eyes swept, but she didn't notice Lan Binggu's figure. She was unhappy in her heart, but her face did not show, "Three hundred years, there have been too many changes. Lan Fa Wang, our agreement must also change a little."

"Change? Let's hear it."

Zhang Suqin glanced at Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin, "The demon clan invaded and Pangshan was dead. It was the time for the world to be in chaos. Many of the previous agreements were out of place. The Grandmaster of Luanjingshan issued an order. From now on, all the troops and casual cultivators in Talang will obey the orders of Luanjingshan. Within three days, please ask the Dharma King to lead the casual cultivators to the Chaos Cliff in the south of Talang City to listen to the seal."

Dozens of casual cultivators flew over, and all of them were furious when they heard this. They all showed magic in their hands. They just waited for a command to attack the Taoist priest of Luanjingshan.

Lan Binggu was not angry, and was silent for a moment, laughing several times, "Okay, another three-day appointment, Chaos Cliff, I will definitely arrive, see what title can Master Luanjingshan give me."

"I'm afraid that it's not the master who has been named, but Feng Ruhui." Mu Xingqiu provoked him a little.

Zhang Suqin rose into the air and said loudly: "Lunjing Mountain is the only hope for humans to stop the demons and demons. On the Chaos Cliff, you will see the true power of Lujing Mountain. King Lan Fa, if you truly submit to Lujing Mountain, you will hand over these two Taoist priests of Pangshan to me now."

"I was just thinking about this, but I made a bet with them. The betting period is not over yet. In three days, I will take them to Chaos Cliff." Lan Binggu still did not show up.

Zhang Suqin knew that she was not Lan Binggui's opponent, and that the other party had already wanted to surrender. Regardless of whether it was true or false, her mission had been completed, so she followed the flow and said, "Okay, see you in Chaos Cliff."

“Not giving.”

Zhang Suqin flew for a while before she suddenly accelerated and quickly disappeared into the night.

Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin were guided by the casual cultivator to another mountain. There was no road on the mountain, but the carriage was parked on the grass on the top of the mountain. The carriage spread out. Lan Binggui sat on a wide chair. Not far from the carriage stood Fu Hao and Feiba, like a pair of panic brothers, with blood stains on the former, but it was no big deal.

"I thought the life and death wizard king was so powerful, hum." Yang Qingyin showed his contempt in a blunt manner.

"I'm not a fool, the Taoist dynasty is divided, and Pang Shan wants to start a war with Luanjing Mountain. Why am I involved? Zuo Liuying can't get any help from me." Lan Binggu pointed at Fu Hao, "Say your words again."

"The 10,000 Yellow Talisman Army in Huangyin City, the 7,000 Purple Talisman Army in the Land Kingdom, and the Xuan Talisman Army will all follow the decision of the Dharma King. We will turn to which side you want."

Lan Binggu raised his head and thought for a while, "My decision is to never throw himself at Pangshan."

Mu Xingqiu knew that Zuo Liuying threw him an impossible persuasion task.

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