Shen Geng got lost. He knew the general location of Luanjing Mountain and flew all the way to the southwest. However, after reaching the Land Kingdom, facing the overlapping mountains, he could not find the target and was wandering around. He did not run into Zhang Suqin, but was monitored by the casual cultivators...

Shen Geng's eyes were broken and he always looked at things with magic. This was very difficult for ordinary Taoist priests. First, it was difficult to support mana, and second, seeing too many things would disturb his mind. However, during his five years of thinking, he slowly figured out a method that could see things with only a small amount of mana, and now he is used to it.

"Mu Xingqiu, Yang Qingyin, how could you two be together? Has the Yang family fallen to the point of becoming a mortal?" Shen Geng walked to the right. He was still a Taoist priest and was not used to keeping too close, especially with Lan Bing Curling behind him, which made him nervous. He didn't believe anyone.

"When it comes to depravity, the Yang family is ashamed of being in front of the Shen family." Yang Qingyin had prepared the spell, "Do you know that you have become a demon? Do you know that you are a demon priest now? I heard that you have killed many disciples in Yangshen Peak."

Shen Geng smiled, like a black bat flapping his wings across the treetops in a quiet night, "Of course I am a demon priest, do you think I don't know? Yang Qingyin, you are as stupid as the idiots in Yangshen Peak."

Yang Qingyin was furious and almost threw the fireball in her hand. In the end, she still held it back. She knew that the distance between the two sides was too close, less than fifty steps away. For the Taoist priest, this was similar to a personal body game, and it was very likely that the winner would be determined in one move.

Zuo Liuying once said that Shen Geng had a strong killing intention and had reached the realm of Gu Xia. The Taoist priest inhalation was not his opponent. The only chance of victory for the two came from Mu Xingqiu's Frost Soul Sword, and Yang Qingyin could only play an auxiliary role.

She took a breath and quietly put away the fireball in her hand, intending to concentrate on defense later. Lan Bingkue was unpredictable to us and could not expect her to intervene and help.

Shen Geng raised his head and looked at the stars and moon in the night sky with his blood-red eyes. "The disciples of Yangshen Peak all thought that this was the test of the Old Ancestor Peak. Only I knew that something big happened. There was also benefits without the Home. I could enter and exit the Ancestor Pagoda at will. When I saw the Dream-Rejection Cauldron disappeared, I was even more sure that Pangshan was in crisis. I sat in the Pagoda Tower, thinking day and night. Finally, the Third Patriarch showed me the message, and they told me that the Old Ancestor Peak had been destroyed and the nine major Taoist regimes collapsed. I had to take a completely different path to save everything."

"So you are willing to be a demon priest?" Mu Xingqiu was ready to go, but he wanted to hear what Shen Geng said, because he had too many doubts in his heart.

Shen Geng turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu, spread his arms, as if we were welcoming some kind of power into his body, "The Third Ancestor made me enlightened: Since everyone is so afraid of the demons, why not just imitate the demons and learn their power? I am a demon, but I am still sane. My cultivation speed is not only faster and my magic power is also stronger. I am willing to fight against the demons and protect this world, even if you don't understand me, or even disobey me, betray me. But I forgive you, give you a chance, repent to me, and follow my path."

"The disciples of Yangshen Peak who were killed by you are the ones who refuse to follow you." Mu Xingqiu already understood Shen Geng's changes.

"Eleven people, their brains are as stubborn as stones. They don't believe me and have to jointly oppose me. I have to show them the benefits of demon cultivators." Shen Geng bounced a finger into the sky, "The smoke disappeared."

"The rest are more honest. They are repenting in the Yangshen Peak. After everything is safe, I will select the right disciples from them and practice with me."

Lan Binggu in the car clapped his palms, "Pangshan has a great future. He has both a psychiatric and a magic priest. Who can compare with Pangshan in the nine great Taoist dynasties? But one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. You two will first compare the heights and let me see which school has more promising."

Shen Geng turned to Lan Curling, "You said you would take me to Luanjing Mountain."

"Of course, I will meet Luanjingshan the day after tomorrow and stay with me. Then you will naturally meet Luanjingshan Taoist priests, and they will take you there."

Shen Geng didn't say anything more, but he didn't cast a spell immediately.

"What are you doing in Luanjingshan? Are you complaining to your mother?" Yang Qingyin sarcastically said.

Shen Geng nodded, "Well, look for my mother. She will be the first high Taoist priest in the Taoist throne to support me. We will work together to promote the magic cultivator."

Shen Geng's magic unexpectedly attacked over, without any warning in advance. He seemed to be in a slightly confused state. Suddenly, two sharp blades appeared silently in the air, wrapped in translucent flowing cold light, only ten steps away from the two people on the opposite side.

Yang Qingyin immediately summoned a bronze mirror and a bronze seal to block two sharp blades, giving Mu Xingqiu a chance to cast spells.

But Mu Xingqiu did not fight back, but like her, he summoned a mirror and a seal.

Shen Geng is a magic Taoist priest at the first level of Fo Xia. He is much stronger than the two inhaled Taoist priests. The four magic weapons can barely block the sharp blade, and he has no use of even 50% of his magic power.

"This is not like the Mu Xingqiu I remember. Don't you like fighting very much? Don't you want to fight? What about your sword? Where is your soul power?" Shen Geng said more and more severely, but he did not make a move again.

Yang Qingyin also glanced at Mu Xingqiu in confusion, wondering whether the two of them had a mistake in cooperation or whether he had another idea. The power of the soul should have talent if there is a chance.

"The power of soul cannot be used on you, it's too wasteful." Mu Xingqiu originally planned to use it, but at the last moment he changed his mind, "The Taoist priest of the Lanzhuke refused to teach me spells. Every time I cast a spell, I would cause damage to the Frost Soul Sword."

Yang Qingyin was even more surprised. Even if Mu Xingqiu didn't want to use the Frost Soul Sword, there was no need to tell the truth.

Shen Geng obviously didn't believe it at all. His blood-red eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he didn't plan to retain his strength in the next move.

Lan Binggui sneered in the car, "Aspire in the little Taoist priest, do you think I will protect you and your sword at the last moment and make Zuo Liuying get what he wants?"

"No, I hope you can teach me some illusion of mind. I want to defeat Shen Geng with illusion."

After a quiet moment on the mountain, Lan Binggu sneered again, "Are you also possessed? Why should I teach you the illusion of mind? What are the benefits of helping you and me? Will Zuo Liuying get a disciple of Pangshan with powerful magic power?"

"You said that even if I ascend to the third and fourth levels of the Illusion Realm, I am still not a match for the Taoist priest of Luanjingshan. This is definitely not Zuo Liuying's intention."

Lan Binggu thought for a while, but still shook his head. "No. The Nine Daotong may not be able to find a second person who knows the illusion of mind better than me, but I won't teach you or anyone, so let these spells rot in my stomach."

Mu Xingqiu sighed softly and said to Yang Qingyin: "There is nothing we can do, we have to fight to the death."

Yang Qingyin nodded. She had already prepared and even felt that Mu Xingqiu had wasted an opportunity.

Both sides made moves almost at the same time. Mu Xingqiu refused to use the Frost Soul Sword, and Shen Geng did not take out the Yangshen Peak.

More than a dozen sharp blades shot, and Yang Qingyin summoned five magic weapons at the same time to form a five-layer shield. She was a Taoist priest with seven levels of breath, only one step away from Shen Geng's first level, but her strength was several times different, and the shield could not block all the sharp blades.

Mu Xingqiu understood this and summoned three magic weapons to assist Yang Qingyin's shield. At the same time, a black whip emerged from his right sleeve. The weeds on the ground rushed towards Shen Geng.

"Well, whip, the most commonly used weapon in Nianxin Academy." Lan Binggu nodded slightly. "So you have learned the method of using a long whip to defeat the protection power of Taoist priests."

Shen Geng originally wanted to step on the whip, but when he heard Lan Binggu say this, he immediately jumped up and shot out a sharp blade to attack the tip of the whip.

Mu Xingqiu used all his strength and used both minds. He was dedicated to controlling the long whip to chase Shen Geng, preventing him from getting too far or too high. He was the other person who commanded three magic weapons to work together with Yang Qingyin to protect himself.

Shen Geng is equal to fighting with three inhaled Taoist priests. Although he still has the upper hand, he cannot win immediately.

Lan Binggu looked at it for a while, his brows became tighter and tighter, "I heard that you two are enemies, why are you so polite? Shen Geng, aren't you a demon priest? Let me see where the demon is. Mu Xingqiu, sooner or later, you have to use the power of your soul. It's better to take out the sword as soon as possible, otherwise, when you die, the sword will still belong to me."

The battle is actually very thrilling, and you are not polite at all. Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin stood on the ground without moving, saving mana and giving all their strength. They can only block the sharp blade that continues to shoot six or seven steps away. If you are not careful, you will be overwhelmed by the sharp blade.

The long whip does not pose much threat to Shen Geng in the air. No matter how he catches up, he is always several feet away from him.

Lan Binggu still admires this whip and praises: "I have seen many records of the illusion of the mind, but I have never practiced it. I wonder how strange a whip can have. It turns out that there is this kind of fighting style. This evolved from the nine transformations of the beast. The nine transformations of the beasts, the nine transformations of the beasts, the thunder and the roar and the storm are all used, but..." Lan Binggu shut up in time and just watched with a smile.

The battle didn't last long, and Shen Geng was tired of it. With his current ability, there was no need to get involved with the two inhaled Taoist priests. Although Lan Binggu was a Taoist priest Xingluo, she would indeed remain neutral, and he had nothing to be afraid of.

Shen Geng landed heavily on the ground, stretched his right arm and looked towards the enemy with his palms. His two blood-red eyes flashed suddenly, and the wind blew up on the ground. A large piece of weed in front of him instantly withered. Mu Xingqiu's long whip seemed to be a small beast that saw a stronger enemy. The tip of the whip was raised high, and he was wandering around Shen Geng's head.

The seven sharp blades that Shen Geng had shot before paused in the air and became as soft as a whip, scattering, like a giant seven-fingered claw, snatching the two inhaled Taoist priests.

The sharp blade and giant claw are just deceitful tricks that attract attention, and the void in the middle is the real magic spell. A powerful force breaks through the protective cover composed of eight magic weapons with a slight test.

Yang Qingyin shouted softly, a huge fireball with a diameter of more than five or six feet was blocking several inches in front of the two. She wanted to defend against Shen Geng's spell. She knew that she could only breathe for about one time, and their lives and deaths were all based on the last blow issued by Mu Xingqiu with the power of his soul.

Lan Binggu's eyes opened wide unconsciously.

The other three believed that Mu Xingqiu had only one choice left - using the power of soul, so he was shocked when he saw his adventure choice at the last moment.

Mu Xingqiu still refused to summon the Frost Soul Sword. He shook his shoulders suddenly. The bald man fell down with the flow, climbed the long whip and avoided the magic spell at an incredible speed, and rushed towards Shen Geng.

As soon as Shen Geng appeared, his head felt a strong attraction. The moment the demon priest showed his appearance, the attraction had grown to the point where he was desperate.

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