In order to get the reception of the high Taoist priests, Hong Futian once tried his best to do anything, but he was always unable to enter. Now, he was standing in the middle of a strange courtyard, facing the fifteen Taoist priests, but he was not surprised in his heart.

In the front yard of Wangshan Taoist Hall, young and lowly Taoist priests formed several circles, no one issued orders, and no one deliberately arranged them. They consciously divided into eight areas according to different Taoist priests, leaving a gap to represent the Wangshan Taoist priest. In the same Taoist priest, Shen Jiyi, was standing in the innermost part, like the care of everyone. Although Mu Xingqiu was a magic general in the demon-slaying meeting, he still stood with the Taoist priests who were inhaling the seventh level of breath.

All this happened without realizing it. In the air slightly higher than the roof, fifteen Shintoshi priests also formed a circle and projected an invisible power downwards, turning the noise into silence, and disorder into order, just like the sun shining with light, attracting all things that like light to turn to themselves.

Standing in the middle, Hong Futian noticed this extremely powerful force of checks and balances and wanted to fight it. After just a moment of time, he felt weak all over his body, and his legs could hardly support his body, so he shook it involuntarily.

Did the Shintoshi priests cast spells? He didn't think it was a force beyond the scope of spells. He vaguely felt it in Yishijun that the giant demon king Qi Wushang seemed to have a little bit, which was far less powerful than it is now.

He was about to lose his feet, the world was spinning, and he really wanted to just lie down and close his eyes and think about nothing.

A chair appeared behind him in time, and Hong Futian sat down, looked up at Mu Xingqiu who helped him. This was a unique Taoist priest. Although he was standing at the position of the station, the calm smile on his face showed that he was not affected too much by the checks and balances. Observing the rules was completely voluntary, and this was not the occasion he should have come forward.

"Thank you." Hong Futian whispered.

Mu Xingqiu retreated to his position.

It was not any Taoist priest who stood up to speak, but Shen Jiyi, the Taoist priest of Yashan. He walked to the non-demon cultivator and smiled and said, "You have provided a very important news."

“I’m glad it worked for you.”

"It's very useful. Because of this, we must ensure that this information is accurate, because it affects not only Pangshan, but also various other disciplines."

"Tsk." Yang Qingyin made a contemptuous voice. When Pang Shan was killed and a small group of Taoist priests were trapped in Duanliu City, the Taoist priests of each family were not so enthusiastic. Her behavior was too bold. All the lowly Taoists on the ground were startled, and Xiao Qingtao, who was standing behind her, even shook.

Fortunately, Yang Qingyin didn't say anything else. Everyone thought that "cut" did not exist, as if it was a tiles blown off by the wind.

"Of course, I am willing to cooperate." Hong Futian also pretended not to hear it. He still hoped to gain the trust of the higher Taoists.

Shen Jiyi thought for a while and probably received information from the higher Taoists. "This is more complicated than a simple mind control technique. We have to find out whether your memory has been tampered with or eliminated. This process will bring some pain."

Hong Futian smiled slightly. He touched the wound on his face and took a gentle breath, "I can stand it."

"If you don't resist, the whole process will end soon."

Hong Futian nodded. He had suffered a lot of hardships, but his mind became stronger.

Shen Jiyi retreated and gave up the place.

Hong Futian raised his head, looking for the spells that were about to be added to him, but there was nothing. He could not stare at the monks and shook his eyes involuntarily. So far, he only saw about fifteen faces with great age differences, but did not leave a clear impression.

What Shen Jiyi called "some pain" suddenly came. It seemed as if a sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wing pierced into the skin, and under the skillful control of an invisible hand, separated the flesh and blood at an extremely fast speed, then the internal organs, and finally the three souls and seven spirits. Hong Futian, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly straightened his body, opened his mouth to the limit, as if he was about to spit out something, but did not make any sound.

The courtyard was still silent. Besides Hong Futian, the faces of the lower Taoists were the faces of the lower Taoists. They could understand the pain of non-demon cultivators. What shocked them the most was that even if they used the Heavenly Eye, they could not see the magic issued by the Taoist Taoist in the Shen.

The only exception is Mu Xingqiu. He did not see it, but felt that the mind-control technique of the Taoist priests of the mind-control technique is similar to the mind-mind illusion technique, and has many similarities, both of which have an invisible way to effect the target. Fifteen forces are combined into one, firmly grasping Hong Futian's memory and emotions, and then carefully disassembly them to see if there have been any changes and smears.

The magic power of the fifteen god-in-law Taoist priests is much stronger than Mu Xingqiu's seventh-level illusion. Ordinary Taoist priests have no sense of this spell, and Mu Xingqiu just vaguely felt it, like a glimpse of light. Whenever he wanted to observe carefully, the spell disappeared.

Compared to ordinary Taoist priests, Mu Xingqiu could feel Hong Futian's pain more clearly. He immediately remembered Pang Shan's punishment on the demon king and queen many years ago. Hong Futian seemed to suffer even more pain than taking away the pill, as if he was immersed in a pool of pain. Every breath and every thought are the source of pain.

The demon clan got too many strange magic tricks from Yi Shijun, and the Taoist dynasty had to strengthen its own methods to avoid being deceived again.

Mu Xingqiu's feelings were so real that he had deep sympathy for Hong Futian. No matter how ridiculous the ideal of this non-demon cultivator was, he was not a bad person and had never done anything evil, so he should not have suffered this.

Suddenly, Mu Xingqiu felt that the sharp knife like a glitter pointed at him, trying to peel his skin, cut his flesh, smash his bones, and crack his soul. He didn't even think about it and immediately resisted.

This was an invisible battle, and the lower Taoist priests' eyes were all stopped on Hong Futian, and no one noticed that one of them had joined the battlefield.

Faced with a powerful and fierce attack, Mu Xingqiu's potential was instantly stimulated, and he reached the seventh level of the illusion in an unprecedented way. Even so, his illusion art was still too weak in front of the fifteen gods. The invisible blade hit his forehead in a blink of an eye, and his heart suddenly pounded. He felt that his soul was about to leave his body.

At the same time, Hong Futian, whose body was as straight as a zombie, sat down and closed his mouth. He sobbed in front of everyone, "Stop. Please, stop..."

The lower Taoist priests were all affected, shaking uneasyly, looking around, and quickly reaching an agreement through eye contact: this non-demon cultivator should not have suffered such torture.

Xiao Qingtao shivered, and all the fear of the high Taoist priests who had gone away came back. She remembered her non-demonic identity, her lost relatives and hometown.

Hong Futian tightened into a ball. He cried like a child abandoned by his parents, and kept begging to stop.

Yang Qingyin could no longer bear it, so she rushed to Hong Futian, looked up and shouted at the fifteen gods in the air, "Enough! Even if you are not so cruel to the enemy, stop. Regardless of whether the demon clan really sets a trap, you have to send someone to take a look, let him go, and let me go!"

I don’t know if it was Yang Qingyin’s words that took effect or the Shintoshi’s Taoist priests’ mind-control magic should have ended. The Taoist priests in the air suddenly disappeared one by one, as abruptly as they came, and the ubiquitous checks and balances power disappeared.

Hong Futian was still curled up on the chair. But he stopped crying, but was so tired that he couldn't move. Xiao Qingtao was the first to run over and help him up.

The lower Taoist priests slowly came to their senses, Shen Hao turned around and looked at Mu Xingqiu in surprise, "What's wrong with you? You're sweating profusely."

Mu Xingqiu took a deep breath, and the Shintoshi's masters' heart control technique left his forehead at the last moment without causing any harm. He also felt tired, but it was different from Hong Futian. It was a kind of pleasant fatigue, as if he had just taken a hot bath thoroughly.

"I'm fine. Do you feel it? The mana of Shintoku is really powerful."

All the Taoist priests around nodded, and Yang Qingyuan, the Taoist priest of Qishan, came over, "To be honest, as long as there are three or five gods who are willing to take action, there is no need for the Demon-Slaying Association to exist, but... I support your decision. If you say that the Demon-Slaying Association should still be established, I will immediately withdraw from Qishan."

Mu Xingqiu smiled, "Don't be influenced by me, I have withdrawn from Pangshan forever, the choices of the Taoist priests have nothing to do with me. But you are different. You are still in the Taoist throne, and you should make a choice based on your true intentions." He raised his voice so that everyone in the courtyard could hear, "Slaying demons and eliminating demons is not a competition, and the Taoist throne should not be divided in this matter, so don't make hasty decisions because of the previous promise. Whether to join the Shaman will depend on your own true thoughts."

More than ten steps away, Shen Hao winked at Mu Xingqiu, but it did not take effect. He could only sigh and the Taoist priest of the Gods appeared. In addition, Mu Xingqiu's words were afraid that the demon-slaying would end in vain.

"I want to know now whether the news about Pangshan and survivors are true, and have the Taoist priests come to a conclusion?" A Taoist priest expressed everyone's thoughts. Although they wanted to get rid of the shackles of higher Taoist priests, they were still deeply affected by it when things came to an end.

Mu Xingqiu could not answer his question. Hong Futian had been sent back to the room by Xiao Qingtao. It was impossible to understand the idea of ​​the Taoist Priest of the Gods, so everyone's eyes turned to Shen Jiyi. He had just passed the message for the Taoist Priest of the Gods. If anyone knew the result, it must be him.

"Uh, the gods didn't tell me the result, but they did make a decision." Shen Jiyi turned to Yang Qingyin, "They want to form a team to return to Pangshan. Since you are the first to sign up..."

Yang Qingyin was stunned. Unexpectedly, she was taken seriously by saying casually, but her fearless personality was aroused. "Go and go, I will set off tomorrow, and you don't need your help. I will go back quietly alone, just to confirm whether there are Taoist priests in Pangshan who survived."

Not many people were willing to take risks with her. Mu Xingqiu came over and was about to speak, but suddenly his whole body trembled and he had to reach out to hold Chen Hao. He had to grit his teeth tightly to prevent the inner elixir of the lower dantian from being vomited out.

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