"Where have the others gone? Zuo Liuying is playing a trick that can't make a sound again? Where is my mother? Even she is gone. The chapters are updated the fastest." The bald man stretched out his newly grown white hair in front of him to examine it carefully, and was very dissatisfied with their color and texture.

"Zuo Liuying took them to move. He may be fighting with Lu Zhechong and Ning Qiwei. He didn't say anything because he could see what I was doing through you. If I go the wrong way, he would speak." Mu Xingqiu answered the bald man's question, but his doubts were inexplicable.

The battle of sirens in the distance has ended. Luanjing Mountain should have won a great victory, but no Taoist priest flew back to Luanjing Mountain above his head. Lu Zhechong knew that he had the Frost Soul Sword and contained the vital Fangfang soul in the sword, but he chose to seek revenge on Zuo Liuying first. He left and did not send anyone to search for his whereabouts.

The most important thing is, what exactly is Zuo Liuying's plan? He asked a Taoist priest to take the Frost Soul Sword all the way to Luanjing Mountain, and then quietly took back his soul under Feng Ruhui's nose?

Mu Xingqiu shook his head and drove away meaningless thoughts. He did not dare to fly in the sky. He just walked in the forest, and his speed was not slow. He had always insisted on practicing boxing, and his physique was better than that of some higher Taoist priests.

The bald man flew around Mu Xingqiu, his eyes scanning everywhere. Every time he flew over Mu Xingqiu's front, he would stare at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't Zuo Liuying observe the situation through me? I'll let him see it clearly."

Mu Xingqiu laughed and asked the bald man to do his own thing. Occasionally asked him to fly to the canopy and watch the location of Luanjing Mountain.

Bilin is located in the southwest of Luanjing Mountain, so Mu Xingqiu is heading towards the highest mountain in the northeast. According to Ba Zi's observation, he believes that he can arrive before midnight.

The terrain is gradually rising, and ancient trees covered with green moss are becoming more and more sparse, and there are more and more other species of trees, with staggered heights and lows. The plants and trees are mixed, and there are almost no clearings in the forest. Mu Xingqiu has to overcome all obstacles and strive forward.

The bald man stopped flying around and stopped on Mu Xingqiu's shoulders, making sounds similar to hiccups from time to time, and finally couldn't help asking for help, "Brother Xiaoqiu, it seems that there is a big bag in my mouth, please help me."

Mu Xingqiu stopped and picked up his head. The bald man tried his best to open his mouth. Mu Xingqiu glanced at it with extraordinary vision, and was also surprised, "Feng Zaisu's inner alchemy has grown in your mouth, and it seems... has become smaller."

"I just said that there must be something more." The bald man, who was originally speaking, immediately became vague when he heard that something really grew in his mouth. "How can I spit it out? It's not very comfortable to hold it in it."

"Don't you really want inner alchemy? This time I've got my wish."

"But this was not something I practiced by myself." The bald man frowned. He was unwilling to choose this cheaper. "Besides, I can't use it. You can all use the inner alchemy to cast spells. I just think there are many things in my mouth that are inconvenient."

The inner elixir seemed to merge with the bald man's upper palate. Mu Xingqiu didn't know why, nor did he know what benefits it would do to bald man. "Let's keep it for now, this is what Feng Zaisu gave to you. Let Zuo Liuying help you see it in the future."

The bald man nodded, and his tongue was still licking the inner elixir, and he felt uncomfortable no matter how he was.

Mu Xingqiu pushed away the bald man's chaotic silver hair. He stared at the heart of the demon clan hidden in the black hair. It was still bright red, as round as a gem, without any wrinkles. If he guessed it well, Zuo Liuying would watch the world through it and cast spells.

Thinking about it carefully, after Zuo Liuying checked his heart in Duanliu City Inn, he seemed to have intentionally let Bald man get this heart, at least he did not object to Bald man possessing monsters.

Mu Xingqiu reached out and ticked the demon heart. The bald man screamed, "Oh, Brother Xiaoqiu, why are you hitting me? It hurts so much."

The demon heart also grew up with the bald man, as if it was after the inner alchemy that the demon heart changed.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't explain such a magical thing, but he just wondered why Zuo Liuying valued baldness so much, "Should I go to Luanjing Mountain? Is the right way?" He asked softly, hoping to get an answer from afar.

"You said we'll go there, and we have to snatch Fangfang's soul back." This was the bald man's own voice. Zuo Liuying either didn't hear it or didn't want to answer at all.

Mu Xingqiu continued to move forward, and the bald man gradually got used to the inner elixir in his mouth. In fact, the inner elixir has always been there, but it just moved from his throat to his mouth made him feel a little uncomfortable. "Grandma Feng has also been to my house to buy things. She looks kind and beautiful. People in the town say she is a crazy woman. I don't believe it yet. It turns out that she is really a lunatic. She actually stole Fangfang's soul... Brother Xiaoqiu, what is a soul? Is it very important?"

"It's very important, just as important as... your body. If your body is still there, not destroyed, I will definitely take it back for you."

"Oh, it's so important, then I understand." The bald man grinded his teeth hard and made a preparatory posture. Suddenly, a red light shot out from the demon heart on his head, which shot out against Mu Xingqiu's scalp, cutting off countless branches along the way, and disappeared more than ten feet later, alarming a bird of dangling.

Both of them were surprised.

"I didn't want to shine." The bald man was particularly surprised.

The shriveled demon heart, the seven-star spider silk in the scroll, and the inner elixir left by the hermit, seemed to have undergone a wonderful fusion and change in the bald head.

"Think about how you emit red light, and try to control it, don't use it now."

The bald man nodded and tried hard to recall how he emitted a red light when facing Lu Zhechong. The expression on his face became more and more serious. The demonic heart in his hair emitted a red light that was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but it did not emit it again.

Mu Xingqiu felt that he might have gone in the wrong direction. The red light shot out of the demon heart was a spell. Luanjing Mountain did not respond at all, which was suspicious. He simply rose into the air with his sword and flew quickly towards the mountain that was not far away.

It suddenly started to rain in the air, and Mu Xingqiu stopped. After a while, a familiar voice came from the mountain: "Is this a chance encounter? Or did Zuo Liuying send you?"

Mu Xingqiu continued to fly without encountering any obstacles.

At the top of the peak, a carriage was waiting for him.

Mu Xingqiu fell on the wet grass, "Zuo Liuying and I got separated. What is this? Isn't it a mess of Jingshan?"

The back door of the carriage opened, Lan Binggu stretched out an arm and touched the endless night rain outside, "Have you ever been to Luanjing Mountain?"

"No."

Luanjingshan is also a stop during the refining process. Disciples of various Daotong can buy a candle magic weapon at a very low price, or choose to accept the soul-consolidation technique of Si Ming Ding. Before Mu Xingqiu and the others could get here, Pangshan fell off.

"Then you should at least read the book and listen to what others say. Luanjing Mountain used to be a mountain, but it was cut into two pieces tens of thousands of years ago, but now it is only half left. You are in the wrong direction and look west."

Mu Xingqiu spent most of his time practicing and practicing martial arts, and rarely cared about the situation of other Taoist dynasties. He turned his head and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a strange mountain a hundred miles away in the west. It was cut across the waist, leaving a platform with a wide area.

"Ten thousand years ago? At that time, the demons had already suffered a crushing defeat..."

"Haha, you are really ignorant. This is the trace left by the Nine Daotong when he encircled the Ninxin Department. It was a big battle, but unfortunately there were not many records left. I believe you don't know that the most powerful Ninxin Department disciples were in chaos at the beginning. After they were imprisoned, the Lamp and Candle Category gradually rose. Hey. Doesn't the Ninxin Department tell the history of the Taoist Category now tell the history of the Taoist Category?"

"It's me that I am not interested in history." Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but think of Fangfang. She must know everything.

The bald man asked loudly: "What are you doing here? What about those casual cultivators?"

"I said I want to watch the fun." Lan Binggu said with a smile, "Have you used my Yulong Array Centre Method? Is it effective?"

"It's used. The effect is good, but I still can't beat Lu Zhecheng."

Lan Binggu laughed louder, "Your youth is fearless, haha. Or it's stupid. It's really surprising that you didn't die in Lu Zhechong's hands. The Frost Soul Sword's tens of thousands of souls are very wasteful in your hands. If I drive it, it's possible to fight with her. You're just inhaling the realm, even though you have illusions, it would be good to be able to exert one-tenth of the soul power."

Mu Xingqiu became alert.

"Don't be nervous, boy, I don't want your sword. The way to survive for a casual cultivator is to not be too weak or too strong. I even gave Yangshen Peak to Luanjing Mountain. How could I steal your Frost Soul Sword? Lu Zhechong is a Taoist priest from the Lanzhu Department. He must like your sword very much. If I steal it, I will destroy myself. I still don't understand, how could she let you go?"

"She was cut off one arm by Zuo Liuying and was in a hurry to seek revenge on him."

Lan Binggu was slightly stunned, "The little bastard surprised me again. It seems that it is really lively. Then, where did Zuo Liuying go? Why can't I see a scene of fighting?"

Mu Xingqiu didn't know where Zuo Liuying and others are now, and he was even more uneasy about the quietness around Luanjing Mountain.

"I need your help." Mu Xingqiu suddenly said that he had a feeling that Zuo Liuying asked him to come to find Lan Bing Curling. The bald man's seemingly casual guidance was probably secretly affected by the head of the head.

The old woman in the car looked at Taoist Pangshan, with a strange smile on her face, as if she had known what the other party was going to say, "Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying, he wanted to use my power, but he refused to owe me favors. He actually sent a Taoist priest to inhale me. Should I agree or disagree?"

"You should agree that if Pang Shan wins, the agreement between the Nine Daotong and the Longbin Society will continue to take effect. You can still protect Lian Haishan and be the King of Life and Killing Masters. If Pang Shan loses, you will not lose anything. Just give me to Feng Ruhui as a gift."

"Do you want me to send you to see Feng Ruhui and give you a chance to use the Frost Soul Sword?"

"It doesn't have to be that difficult, I just need a little rain."

"A little rain."

"Well, I want this rain to fall from here to Luanjing Mountain."

Lan Binggu was meditating and silent. She was chasing rain in the southwest area, partly natural and partly spells, but it was not an easy thing to think of raining in the area of ​​Luanjing Mountain.

"You want to cast a spell with the help of raindrops?"

"Just like you did to the Yulong Array, you borrowed a lot of spells from the Ninxin Academy. Now it's time for me to borrow some."

"Is this Zuo Liuying's plan? Borrow me a rain?"

"Zuo Liuying didn't have such a detailed plan." Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized something, "He believed in me and gave me freedom. This is my own plan."

"Are you sure? It's not Zuo Liuying who made you think so?"

"I am a disciple of the Mind Heart Department at the third level of the Illusion Realm. If Zuo Liuying wants to control my thoughts, I will know."

Lan Binggu was speechless for a while, and soon she understood that since she was watching the fun, she would help Mu Xingqiu, because she wanted to see the result and see if the only successor of Nianxin Department was special, she still couldn't forget the only prophecy she had made.

As Mu Xingqiu said, there seems to be no harm in helping him. Pang Shan seems to be in an obvious weakness, but Zuo Liuying is sinister and cunning, and is best at escaping from death. If Pang Shan really can't escape the fate of destruction, she can change her mind at any time, kill Mu Xingqiu, and present the Frost Soul Sword to Feng Ruhui.

Lan Binggu stared at Pang Shan's inhaled Taoist priest and raised his right hand. After a while, the rain increased, but she added, "The wind is like a hue, the person you want is here with me."

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