Half demon Feiba sat on the slippery ground, looked up at the Taoist priests around him, feeling that they were taller than ancient trees, and they all shone with soft light, and they seemed not to be cruel to a weak and pitiful half demon. He smiled flatteringly at every face, regardless of whether the other party looked at him or not. The chapter was updated the fastest

"You don't have to sit on the ground." Mu Xingqiu said that the hermits had just used the mind control technique on Feiba and once again took away all the memories of the half demon. Since then, he has been giggling foolishly, as if his mind has been hollowed out, but the mind control technique that has been two or three months apart will not cause such great harm.

"I...I'd better sit down, my legs are so weak." Feiba pressed the only remaining leg and tried to stop it from shaking, but in the end he shook even harder.

The hermits' discussion ended soon, and Feng Zaisu still concluded, "The beast monster named Yin Shengqian is the king of the Iron-Red Dragon. He defected to the Qishan Taoist Song a few months ago. He told the half demon in a tavern on the island that Wangshan would be the next Taoist Song, but why didn't he tell the Taoist Song?"

"Maybe he said that the Taoist priest of Qishan didn't believe it." Mu Xingqiu said, Feiba, who was sitting at his feet, nodded repeatedly.

"This half demon has no inner elixir and does not have special abilities. Why did the Dragon King tell him such important news?"

This is indeed a problem. If Yin Shengqian wants to warn the Nine Daotong, Feiba is indeed not the right candidate.

"He is drunk, and the beast monster always says everything after getting drunk." Feiba said tremblingly, and tears seemed to be about to flow in his watery eyes, "Believe me... the Demonic Scroll..."

Mu Xingqiu had already taken out the scroll and handed it to Zuo Liuying.

Zuo Liuying held the reel, but did not open it. She suddenly let go of her hand, and the reel rose into the air that was one person high and unfolded on her own.

Feiba made a giggle of fear and excitement, as if a small drum was hidden in his chest.

The scroll was still blank. There were only a few lines of small words written on the top, "This is the last letter written by the Taoist Master Equity Du Fangfeng to Feng Ruhui." Mu Xingqiu explained, thinking that Zuo Liuying and the hermits should know about this.

Hearing Feng Ruhui's name, the hermits became more interested and surrounded them all. The Soul-Retaining Master of the University of Light and Candles looked at it very carefully, but no one could see it special. So he took a step back. They were all Taoist priests in the Xinglu Realm, and no one knew the relics of the demon clan as well as Zuo Liuying.

Zuo Liuying pointed a lightly across the air. A ball of fire as big as a fingernail appeared in the middle of the scroll, burning rapidly, and the hole in the scroll became larger and larger.

Feiba made a series of ah sounds, kowtowing towards Zuo Liuying and Mu Xingqiu in turn, hoping to save some fragments of the scroll. Soon, he stopped calling again, because the scroll was not destroyed and the flames burned. Another new scroll appeared, which had not changed at all, and even Du Fangfeng's handwriting was there.

"If even this move cannot make the scroll show all the secrets. Then it is worthless." Feng Zaisu admired this group of flames that looked extremely ordinary.

The scroll did not change for a while, until a ray of moonlight came, it suddenly trembled, and there was still no new magic text on it. Instead, a series of sounds came out.

A hoarse voice was saying something, the evidence was intense, as if it was threatening, and it seemed like chanting a magnificent poem. Mu Xingqiu couldn't hear a single sentence. He glanced at it and found that only Zuo Liuying understood it.

"Is this the language of the demon clan?" Feng Zaisu asked.

Zuo Liuying nodded, "He said that Pangshan was destroyed by fire, Wangshan died by ice, the earth would be purified, and the demon seeds would be spread throughout the world. He also said that all this would happen within ten years."

"Well, what does the demon clan mean to hide this passage in the scroll? Are you scaring people?" The Great Soul-Retaining Master showed disdain, "The situation in Wangshan is indeed very troublesome, but someone escaped. Shen Jixian from Pangshan is one of them. This shows that Wangshan is still saved. As long as Feng Ruhui's conspiracy is defeated, he can always explain it clearly to the ancestor Fang Xunmo."

The hermits nodded one after another, and one of the hermits asked, "I have lived in seclusion for too long. Who can tell me what kind of person is the Yishijun of the demon clan? I haven't heard of this name a hundred years ago."

The Great Soul Detainer said: "It is said that an old monster who has lived for thousands of years has been practicing magic. It was about 40 or 50 years ago that it began to appear frequently in the land of the group of demons, teaching magic to the demon clan and enthusiastically spreading the ancient gods. It was not until ten years ago that the Taoist throne noticed this name. All mountains sent Taoist priests to hunt him down, and I also went to the land of the group of demons because of this, but this strange Shijun's whereabouts were mysterious and no Taoist priests found him. But there is more and more evidence that the strange Shijun is controlling everything behind his back, from the mountain of demons that destroyed Pangshan to the northern demons surrounding Wangshan, there are his shadow."

All the Taoists looked at Feiba. This half demon had served Yi Shijun. Although his memory was chaotic, it provided the most direct evidence.

Just hearing the name Yi Shijun made Feiba very excited. "It was all him who was doing something. He wanted to make chaos in the world, dig out all the treasures underground, and release the demons. What he wanted to do the most was to eat all living things in the world!"

Feeling the wooden stick that replaced the broken leg, Feiba was both hated and afraid, and sobbing and cried.

"What do you think?" Feng Zaisu, a hermit in the riot Jingshan, unexpectedly asked Mu Xingqiu and asked a lower Taoist priest for his opinion.

"I...my opinion..." Mu Xingqiu originally wanted to say that his opinion was consistent with the left leader, but suddenly he thought that it was unnecessary to pretend to be polite in front of a group of hundreds of years old Taoist priests, so he said: "Someone must stand up, and someone must do something first."

Mu Xingqiu bit his lips and paused for a while, and found that no one refuted or joked about his opinion. He continued, "I know that several Taoist priests, even if the two Taoist priests join forces, will have a greater determination to defeat Feng Ruhui and regain Lujingshan. I also know that the nine Taoist priests can completely defeat the demon army as long as they send half or even fewer high Taoist priests, but no one does this because the Taoist priests do not trust each other."

Still no one refuted that Mu Xingqiu actually knew very little about the complex relationship between various Taoist priests. Facing a group of high-level Taoist priests, he had no way to use the illusion of mind, and could only express the truest thoughts, "I learned something in Duanliu. When everyone is hesitant, someone must stand up and someone must do something to eliminate the fear and suspicion in everyone's heart. Taoist priests are different from mortals. They think more and see more, but I believe it is time to act now."

"Reckless actions will make us die in vain." Feng Zaisu said with a smile, very interested in the young Taoist priest Pangshan, "And you have selfish intentions. You are trying to regain Qin Lingshuang's soul. I heard that you two have made a relationship."

"We didn't have time to make a relationship." Mu Xingqiu was shocked and immediately returned to normal. "I do want to take back her soul, but this is not the only reason why I followed the left leader to chaotic Jingshan. I am a disciple of Pangshan, and so is she. We regard Pangshan as our family. Although we may not like this family very much, it still means that we have to do something for Pangshan when necessary. Even now, I think it is a reckless move for her to fight the Demon Fire Mountain with the art of breaking the alchemy, but it makes sense. It is not that the Demon Fire Mountain was finally destroyed, but one thing proves: the ancestor peak fell down, and the Pangshan disciple did not."

Mu Xingqiu had nothing to say, this was all his thoughts. He believed that the Taoist priests of the Dingzhuke and Zuo Liuying had tried their best to find helpers, but they only found seven aging hermits, so they would not receive more help if they waited.

The expressions of the hermits remained unchanged. They lived long enough and had a deep enough cultivation. They would never be moved by a few bold words from the young Taoist priests. They had their own ideas.

Feng Zaisu turned to Zuo Liuying, "I don't admire you for defending Duanliu City with just a few Taoist priests. I admire you for daring to escape when the Old Ancestor Peak collapsed. It violates many important principles of Taoist priests. After all, we are not ordinary people. We are timid and cherish our lives and other emotions will affect the peace of the Taoist heart. Qin Lingshuang sacrificed himself to avenge Pang Shan. That is the purest Taoist heart, but it is not the most difficult choice. It is the most difficult thing to keep the Taoist heart still after escaping."

Feng Zaisu gave Zuo Liuying the etiquette of Taoism, "I am too old to make difficult choices, so I have to do simple things. This fellow Taoist is right. When I am suspicious of each other, someone really needs to do something, so let's start with us."

The other six hermits also gave Zuo Liuying the etiquette of Taoism and said in unison: "Let's start."

The Great Soul Detainer waited for a while, and bowed the same way, saying, "The seventy-four disciples of the Lantern and Candle Division will arrive tomorrow."

Zuo Liuying returned the favor, but he was not excited about such a thing, but immediately made a plan coldly. In his eyes, there seemed to be no difference between the hermit and the Taoist priest in the breathing realm. "Action at the third day after tomorrow. Mu Xingqiu, you must learn to drive Qin Lingshuang's soul before this."

Before anyone could answer, Zuo Liuying turned around and walked towards an ancient tree, and kept walking, and she crawled in directly and disappeared.

"Apart from being willing to speak, he hasn't changed at all." A hermit shook his head. Although he was a high Taoist priest at Xingluo Realm, he could not be as cold as Zuo Liuying.

"We don't like him, but he is trustworthy, let alone we are not fighting for him." Feng Zaisu disregarded Zuo Liuying's stiffness, and said to Mu Xingqiu: "Let me come here to find me tomorrow at dawn. I want to pass on you some soul-exorcist techniques."

"I can learn now." Mu Xingqiu said immediately.

"Haha, don't worry, some magic cannot be taught at night." Feng Zaisu also walked towards an ancient tree, and a door appeared on the trunk, and she pushed the door open and went in.

The hermits dispersed, and the great soul-detained master also left. She said to Mu Xingqiu, "Everyone's hope is that his life is on Qin Lingshuang's soul."

"I see."

The Great Soul-Retaining Master looked at him deeply, as if he still had doubts, but he didn't say anything more.

Mu Xingqiu grabbed the scroll from the air and said to Feiba who was still sitting on the ground: "When we launch an attack, you will be free and go wherever you want."

"I don't want freedom, I want...I want to follow the Taoist priest and let me be your waiter." Feiba stared at the scroll in the Taoist priest's hand.
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