The bald man freed up a strand of hair and slashed Mu Xingqiu's back anxiously. Since Shen Geng appeared, he has been a little abnormal and seems eager to try. Mu Xingqiu decided to take a risk at this time. ()

He didn't want to use the Frost Soul Sword easily. He didn't know how many more battles he would encounter during this trip to Jingshan. Sun Yulu said that the power of soul can be used two or three times, and Mu Xingqiu decided not to use it as much as possible. If Fangfang's soul is damaged, he will regret it.

The combination of bald man and the demon seed is quite strange. It is precisely because he is too weak that the demon seed cannot exert his power, entangled with a wisp of his residual soul, allowing him to survive, but he cannot control his thinking and actions. However, whenever a demonic thought is revealed around him, he will become excited.

Shen Geng's whole body emitted the breath of demonic thoughts. When he used magic magic, the smell became stronger - this was a smell that only bald man could smell, which was sweeter than all the food he stole from his home when he was a child. He was like a camel who had been trekking in the desert for many days, feeling a ray of dampness in the air, and even if he was dying, he had to take big steps toward the water source.

The demonic thoughts on earth attract demonic species. This attraction once appeared. When Shen Zhun became a demon, the bald man rushed forward and sucked blood wildly.

The demonic thoughts also long to fall into the arms of the demon seed, and can even control the master's intentions, making him ignorant of death.

But Shen Geng is different from his father. He is a demon priest and claims to still retain all his will.

Mu Xingqiu is going to take risks at this point, and he has also prepared the mind-mind spell. Once the bald man is in danger, he will immediately activate the power of his soul.

The whip tip was hanging in the air, and the bald man slid upwards quickly along the whip body, and then fell towards Shen Geng like a ripe fruit.

Although Yang Qingyin was surprised, she did not relax and tried her best to block the enemy's spells. But she knew that the entire defense line would collapse in a short while. The gap between Gu Xia and inhaling could not be made up by hard work.

Lan Binggu's eyes lit up in the car, took a half step forward, staring at the head with interesting interest, amazed at the baldness's changes.

Shen Geng seemed to know nothing about the threat above his head. He was still dealing with the two inhaled Taoist priests wholeheartedly. It was not until the last moment that the bald man with wide mouth was less than two feet away from him that he suddenly woke up and immediately raised his left arm to grab the attacker.

At that moment, Mu Xingqiu was almost activated the power of his soul. He could even feel the restlessness of the soul inside the sword, but his next move was to pounce on Yang Qingyin and hug her and fly dozens of steps.

Shen Geng's right hand, the claw of the demon cultivator, did not delay the slightest because of the baldness. The spell suddenly burst out and smashed hard to the place where the two of them were standing. A large pit suddenly appeared on the ground, shaking the entire mountain, and a large number of casual cultivators surrounding them flew up one after another. Everyone had light emitted in their hands, which was denser than the stars in the sky.

Lan Binggu had a unique way of ordering, and she did not make any moves and said anything, so the casual cultivators stepped down.

Shen Geng's spell on his left hand failed to smash the head to pieces. It only prevented the bald man from falling. His eyes became even redder. He didn't understand why his magical magic was enough to smash a Taoist priest to smash it, so he failed to work on a head that didn't even have an inner alchemy.

The bald man rushed over again. There was no sign of fear. His head was like a sieve, allowing most of Shen Geng's spells to pass through. Only a very small part of them could play a role.

Shen Geng immediately raised his right hand and used ten magic powers. More than a dozen black blades and the power of a flood-like demon cultivator pounced on his head that was falling in an instant.

The bald man showed his two rows of teeth, kept closing, and snoring like boiling water in his mouth, his eyes turned red, even redder than Shen Geng. The black sharp blade automatically bypassed and passed by the edge of his head, and the power of the magic cultivator was still very effective.

"It's very interesting." Lan Binggu said.

This was the first time that Yang Qingyin saw bald man become like this. She looked in surprise for a while and said to Mu Xingqiu: "Okay."

Mu Xingqiu hurriedly let go. He focused on the confrontation between bald man and Shen Geng, forgot that he was still hugging Yang Qingyin's waist. He walked towards Shen Geng, and the black whip in his hand became longer and longer, circling and rising around Shen Geng, almost as high as the enemy, only a few feet apart, slowly tightening.

Shen Geng was in a dilemma, and the head above was even more threatening, but his magical magic was almost ineffective. He could block the whip around him, but he couldn't make a move. The head clearly did not have much power, but he still occupied Shen Geng's hands firmly. His magic power poured out and was no longer under his control.

Yang Qingyin's pressure dropped sharply, she breathed a sigh of relief, and made a sound disturbing the other party's mind: "Shen Geng, repent before dying, don't make your mother too embarrassed. She has high expectations for you and has put a lot of effort into you."

Shen Geng became furious. The more the spell was ineffective on his head, the more he tried his best. His blood-red eyes stared at the enemy above, "What is this? Why is my spell invalid on him? Tell me!"

Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin would not tell the truth, Lan Binggu in the car spoke, "It seems that the demon priest is a dead end. Shen Geng, you can't even destroy the slightest demon seed in your head, so why are you talking about fighting with the demons? A large number of demons appear, I'm afraid you will be the first to kneel down and surrender."

Shen Geng understood, but did not believe Lan Binggu's judgment. He shouted "Impossible" and finally used his trick. The Yangshen Peak, which was exactly the same as the Patriarch Tower, appeared on his chest, and a pure white light was brewing.

The battle situation suddenly turned.

Mu Xingqiu used both minds and tightened the long whip with twice the strength. He wanted to take the opportunity to strangle Shen Geng, even if he just defeated Shen Geng's protective power. The black whip suddenly shrank and tied the enemy into a rice dumpling.

At the same time, the bald man dropped by more than a foot, and his teeth could bite Shen Geng's hair bun.

Yang Qingyin also cast a spell at this time. She wanted to regain Yangshen Peak. This was the fundamental purpose of Zuo Liuying's personal trip to Lujing Mountain. However, Zuo Liuying was currently stepping into Lang City. Under the numerous restrictions of the capital of the vassal states, it was impossible to know that Shen Geng was more than a hundred miles outside the city.

Yang Qingyin was one step slower. Even if she worked hard, even if she had already made a move, she would still be one step slower, because the one who was fighting with her for the Yangshen Peak was Lan Binggu, and the Taoist priest at the sixth level of Xingluo could do whatever he wanted in front of the three lower Taoist priests.

Lan Binggui did not get out of the car. With a move of his left hand, Yangshen Peak had already reached her hand. She looked at the small tower and stretched out her right arm to provide Shen Geng with a layer of protection. The moment Lan Binggui intervened, the situation changed completely, and the long whip was still tightly wrapped around Shen Geng, but he could only reach one or two inches away from him. The bald man was unable to see the force and bounced into the air. When he landed again, he had returned to normal.

The bald man was very disappointed and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, "Where did it go? Where did it go? Why did the fragrance disappear?"

"Yangshen Peak, I haven't seen it for a long time. I have lived there for three years." Lan Binggu sighed. "I really didn't expect it to fall into the hands of ordinary Taoists. Zuo Liuying came here for it, right?"

"Give it back!" The three Taoist priests shouted in unison. Yang Qingyin walked to the car with a humming huff, "Lan Binggu, Yangshen Peak is the treasure of Pangshan. You don't want to take it away, do you?"

"Of course not." Lan Binggu said with a smile, his eyes still not leaving the small tower. "The Taoist sect does not interfere with the affairs of mortals, and of course mortals cannot provoke the Taoist sect. It is through this agreement that I can establish the Lianhaishan monks' order. How could it go against it? I am a mortal now."

"Then I ask you to hand over Yangshen Peak to me in the name of Taoist Pangshan." Yang Qingyin stretched out his hand, only seven or eight feet away from the small tower.

"But--" Lan Binggu's eyes finally moved away from the small tower and looked at Yang Qingyin. "The whole world has changed. Luanjingshan ordered the scattered cultivators to join Luanjingshan, which has broken the agreement that has not interfered with each other for more than 100,000 years, and Yangshen Peak... It was indeed the treasure of Pangshan before. But Pangshan failed to defend it and was taken away by a demon priest. I think Shen Geng can no longer be considered a disciple of Pangshan, right?"

"What the hell do you want to say?" Yang Qingyin already understood what the other party meant. She was just filled with righteous indignation and felt unbelievable.

"Yangshen Peak was in Shen Geng's hands and it was no longer part of Pangshan. I snatched it from him, of course it has nothing to do with Pangshan." Lan Binggu paused, "If Shen Geng didn't get lost, this thing has now returned to Jingshan, so you should thank me. I can also give it back to Pangshan and sell personal favors, but I can't give it to two inhaled Taoist priests. You can't keep it, go to the city to inform Zuo Liuying and ask him to come to me."

Lan Binggu turned to the two Taoist priests who were still competing. Although Shen Geng received her help, he was not grateful and tried hard to break the protective cover. "As for you two, stay with me."

Lan Bingkue retracted the spell, and Mu Xingqiu was pushed away by a forceful force, so he had to withdraw the long whip. Shen Geng sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, staring at the bald man still hovering above his head with caution.

The bald man still couldn't smell the fragrance, but he knew that the deliciousness came from this person's body and was reluctant to leave.

Mu Xingqiu approached Yang Qingyin: "You go to the Langcheng to find Zuo Liuying."

"She is blatantly helping Shen Geng..." Yang Qingyin's anger was not gone.

"We can't beat her, so we can't fight." Mu Xingqiu knew that there was no fairness in Lanbingjiu.

Yang Qingyin snorted heavily, "How can I find you again? Follow the rain?"

"Zuo Liuying has his own way."

Yang Qingyin glared at Lan Bingkue, and raised her sword. She still remembered the general direction of the Langcheng and flew away quickly.

Lan Binggu put away the small tower, "You are really stubborn, you just refuse to show the Frost Soul Sword?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "I said, I don't understand the candle magic. Casting spells at will will cause damage to the Frost Soul Sword."

Shen Geng, who was dozens of steps away, suddenly shouted, "I understand," and shot out three sharp blades at the bald man. This was an ordinary five-element spell, without the power of a demon cultivator.

In fact, this is an extremely simple truth. The magical magic spells do not work on the heads containing the demon seeds, so normal magic will take effect. Shen Geng did not expect that the magic thoughts had happened before.

The bald man saw the sharp blade running towards him and couldn't hide. Mu Xingqiu was too far away to have time to rescue him.

Lan Binggui still stretched out his hand, and the bald man had already reached her hand, and three sharp blades were empty.

Shen Geng also came over and suppressed his anger, "How can I get back to Yangshen Peak?"

"Don't worry, go with me to meet the Taoist priests in Luanjingshan. Maybe they are willing to stand up for you." Lan Binggu's smile became more proud.

"You are like Zuo Liuying, and you like to plan and plan. You want to use the battle between Pangshan and Luanjingshan to protect the monks." Mu Xingqiu saw that behind Lan Binggui's smile was the same scheming as Zuo Liuying.

Lan Binggu pointed at Mu Xingqiu and Shen Geng, "When it comes to the same, you two are also very similar, and they are not taking the ordinary path of cultivation. To be honest, I am a little interested. I want to give you some advice and see where you can go."

Mu Xingqiu and Shen Geng were both stunned and looked at each other, with a hint of confusion in the same hatred eyes.

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