The valley is long and narrow, roughly east-west, with high mountains on both sides of the north and south, and the sky is not yet bright. Seven demon clouds are floating in the distance, with strange lights flashing, like seven ominous and gorgeous flowers.

The new king Yin Buchen came as a prisoner, and he was still tied with Xiaoyaosuo. He stood there and did nothing else and kept shaking his head, "You can't beat the Holy Cloud is the magic of the demon clan's prosperous period. Whether it is one-on-one or seven-on-seven, you have no chance of winning."

No one paid attention to him. The Taoist priests were deploying magic weapons. The previous few times they encountered Yaoyun were in a hurry to fight and had poor protection. This time they stood there, they had time to show their most powerful magic, especially the two Xinglu Taoist priests Feng Dongchen and Zhang Suqin, who did their best to regain the reputation of the Taoist priests.

"Your five elements spells emphasize mutual generation and mutual restraint. The magic is actually similar. Only when you deal with it properly can you achieve twice the result with half the effort. I have told you that there are three magic tricks in total. The Saint Cloud Arrow is just the least powerful one, including the Saint Cloud Rain and the Saint Cloud Wrath. The magic weapons you have arranged can at most block the Saint Cloud Arrow. Let me help. Only magic can deal with magic tricks best. I only need five magic weapons, and the method is much simpler than you. My conditions are also much simpler. Please Mu Xingqiu to collect me as your disciple..."

Facing Yin Buchen's nagging, the Taoists pretended that they hadn't heard it. King Yu Fadong was furious. He was also tied up by Xiaoyaosuo and stood beside Yin Buchen. "Traitor, the face of the Dragon King Yin Shengqian has been thrown away by you. Are you not afraid that the Giant Demon King will destroy you?"

"Oh, you are just an ordinary flying clan. You don't know anything except flapping your wings. The Demon Lord's Dharma is more important than the entire Iron-Red Dragon Clan and my father, more important than the Giant Demon King, and more important than the entire demon clan. The most profound magic of the Demon Clan is all in it. Laojun spent eight hundred years of hard work to make them see the light of day again. How can I let them be lost in the hands of Taoists? Inheriting the Dharma is my duty. The so-called betrayal and loyalty are meaningless in the face of responsibilities."

The King of Yu was stunned when he heard this. It was the new king Yin Buchen who had monitored his every move for many years and reported a very simple complaint to the Giant Demon King as evidence of betrayal. Now he actually said such a thing.

No matter what Yin Buchen said, the Taoists only thought they could not hear it. They did not believe in the nonsense of the demon clan, nor would they accept his help. The only use of Yin Buchen and the Feather King was to make the demons afraid when using the demon technique.

The magic weapon was arranged. It was almost dawn. Xin Youtao looked up and pointed at the top of Nanshan in surprise, "What do they want to do? Are they watching the battle? I'm really desperate."

At least two hundred demon soldiers stood at the top of the peak. After hearing about the battle, they found that the closure of the stronghold had been lifted, so they came to watch the battle. However, the walking speed was slow, and the battle was about to begin, they arrived at the top of the peak. There were more demon soldiers walking on the road behind.

Mu Xingqiu also looked at it and saw the scattered cultivator Ouyang Luo and the human slave Deng Xian. Not far from the two, the beast demon collides, and was talking loudly. "Saint Yun Wudi, look at it, Saint Yun Wudi! They are equivalent to the Demon Fire Mountain back then. Soon the Demon Clan will start another war. We haven't caught up with the first war. This time his grandmother must kill more humans and occupy more territory. When Sheng Yun wins later, he will attack these two humans first."

Laochi glanced at Ouyang Luo and Deng Xian. He was ordered to protect these two humans before the battle was decided, but he did not hide his contempt and hatred at all.

Deng Xian bit his nails hard to suppress the tremors of his whole body. He did not hear the threat of old collisions, but just kept saying: "I said I would escape early..."

Ouyang Luo sneered, "It's your luck to not catch up with the first war. There are not many demon soldiers outside Duanliu City leaving alive."

"Pick off your horns!" Lao Chi roared.

Ouyang Luo is still dressed as a beast monster. Since his identity has been exposed, he no longer compromises and also glares at Lao Chi.

The small battle at the top of the peak did not affect the fighting that was about to begin. Mu Xingqiu took out the Frost Soul Sword and inserted it straight on the ground. He had already seen clearly that the souls in the sword were connected into a whole, and Fangfang was in it. He was not affected by the power of the soul, and could not separate, and there was no need to separate. He could cast spells with all his strength, as long as he did not exhaust all his strength at once.

Feng Dongchen held the bell and Zhang Suqin held the mirror. The two of them recited scriptures in the same voice. To support the invisible protection and blessing magic power covering the audience, Sun Yulu had five candles floating around her, responsible for supervising the Frost Soul Sword. After all, Mu Xingqiu was not a real Taoist priest in the candle science department. The soul-removing technique he learned was extremely irregular, and she needed to check for shortcomings and make up for leaks.

Xin Youtao, Shen Ji and another female Taoist priest in Luanjingshan were stationed in the triangle to prevent a small amount of unclean energy from penetrating in. Xin Youtao was assigned several auxiliary magic weapons, which could cast spells like Taoist priests.

Seven groups of demon clouds floated in the sky, spreading at will, without any fixed pattern, looking down at the enemies on the ground, their shapes changed, and the internal light became more and more powerful. Suddenly, a sound rang out like thunder, suppressing the noise of the demon soldiers on the top of the peak and the nagging at the bottom of the valley, "Taoist, are you ready?"

Before Mu Xingqiu and others could reply, Yin Buchen, who was standing beside him, shouted loudly: "Be careful! Mu Xingqiu remembers the Dharma of the Demon Lord, don't beat him to death, it doesn't matter to others!"

"Sorry." The voice in the sky said, the sun that had just emerged dimmed again, and the entire sky was occupied by ordinary dark clouds. "We cannot guarantee the safety of any human beings and demons. For the sake of Yishijun, we waited for one night. Once the war started, we can no longer care about you."

Yin Buchen nodded and said to the feather king around him: "This time, we are dead, the Dharma of the Demon Lord will be lost, and your Silver Feather Demon Clan is going to change to a new king again."

Yaoyun fought with the seven Taoist priests on the ground, captured four of them, and defeated the other three, so there was no need to test them again. Qiyun cast spells at the same time, and the unclean aura formed a group of them was like the last batch of fallen leaves in late autumn, descending in a row. The rumbling thunder was like the approaching army and horses. The group of monsters on the top of the peak was shocked, squatting or lying, and all made avoidance moves. Some demon soldiers even hugged nearby trees and rocks.

Thirty-three groups of unclean air fell down, causing a large-scale strong wind, but this was only their aftermath, and they had only one target.

The rapidly descent demon cloud suddenly stopped in the air about ten feet above the ground and encountered the protection set by the Taoist priests. This time the stalemate was extremely short. The demon cloud instantly deformed due to sudden resistance, and then exploded. It exploded again and again, continuously. Each explosion caused the Taoist priests to lower the protection one or two feet. A large area of ​​unclean air spread in all directions, squeezing, causing the peaks on both sides to tremble gently.

The demons on the top of the peak were all lying on the ground, and they were nowhere to worry about watching the battle.

The invisible shield ten feet tall suddenly fell three or four feet, but did not collapse. Feng Dongchen and Zhang Suqin recited scriptures more and more slowly, and one hand changed the magic tricks one after another. The other hand summoned one magic weapon after another and threw it into the sky. This was a war of attrition. When the magic weapon was used up, the shield would lose most of its effectiveness.

Xin Youtao and others were on high alert, and there was no unclean energy infiltrating yet, so they didn't need to take action.

The explosion stopped, and the entire valley was filled with unclean air and was covered in gray. Even if the demon soldiers on the top of the peak dared to stand up and watch down, they could not see the Taoist priests clearly.

Sun Yulu nodded at Mu Xingqiu and signaled that he could cast a spell.

Mu Xingqiu has been able to steadily use the seventh level of illusion, and has the strength of the seventh level of Star Lost, but it is still not as powerful as the power of more than 100,000 souls in the Frost Soul Sword. He held the hilt of the sword and used the inner elixir of the fifth level of Star Lost in the Niwan Palace to drive the soul power, and launched an attack on the seven demon clouds in the sky.

From the ground to the sky, there were thick unclean aura and dark clouds everywhere. The power of the soul disappeared. After a height of a hundred feet, its shape began to become clear. It turned into a tornado that was going up against the trend, with a diameter of only one meter at the bottom. As it rose, the diameter became larger and larger, like a giant beast rushing around, spreading the unclean aura blocking the road and rushing towards seven demon clouds.

Although Sun Yulu, who was casting spells by Sasuke Mu Xingqiu, was prepared for a long time, she was still shocked at this time. This soul power was too domineering, completely different from the graceful style of Dingzhuke.

Mu Xingqiu is not a disciple of Luanjingshan. He has only learned a little bit of the superficiality of the candle magic. He can drive the soul power in the Frost Soul Sword, relying on the fish and dragon formation and self-understanding. He goes straight and has few changes.

Yin Buchen naturally couldn't recognize this unique soul-repelling technique. His face changed slightly and he shouted excitedly: "Ancient God, is this the Demon Lord's Dharma? It turns out that you have learned it!"

Mu Xingqiu was not interested in the so-called Demon Lord’s Dharma at all. Now he has a much stronger inner alchemy and no longer worried that Fangfang’s soul would be damaged. The power of the drive is more abundant and powerful than six years ago. He felt that the soul in the sword seemed a little excited.

The seven demon clouds continued to emit unclean air. As soon as they hit the bottom-up tornado, they were defeated and exploded one after another, failing to prevent the wind from rising.

Halfway through the tornado journey, the demon cloud changed its tactics, and at the same time it sprayed a lot of rain, pouring down, and met the tornado, white steam rose, making a hissing sound, and a small number of raindrops fell to the ground. Some of the unlucky demon soldiers rolled on the ground with only one drop, and they rolled on the ground with pain.

Xin Youtao, Shen Ji and the other three had something to do. Some raindrops could actually corrode the invisible shield. The white vapor was filled with unclean air, so they needed to cast spells and expel them immediately.

The tornado swallowed a lot of rain, becoming riddled from top to bottom, and the upward momentum slowed down.

"This is not the Demon Lord's Dharma! The Taoist priest hasn't learned it yet!" Yin Buchen shouted happily.

But it was not enough to use candles to assist, Sun Yulu took a step forward and said, "Let me help you."

Mu Xingqiu nodded. The soul power he activated was strong enough, but he was a little helpless when facing special magic.

Sun Yulu reached out and pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword. Her inner elixir was only in the realm of swallowing smoke, far less than Mu Xingqiu's magic power, so she was not responsible for activating the power of her soul, but just used a wealth of skills to change them slightly.

There are no less than three thousand spells in the Candle Science, but it is not just a straightforward move.

A tornado was divided into hundreds of strands, the bottom was connected, and the top was cooperated to fight together, part of which blocked the demon rain, and the other part took the opportunity to rise, and soon approached the seven groups of demon clouds.

According to Yin Buchen, Yao Yun had another move of Yao Yun's rage that had not been used, but Mu Xingqiu could already feel the victory in his grasp.

At this moment, Sun Yulu suddenly stiffened her body, stopped casting spells for no reason, and stared at Mu Xingqiu with dull eyes.

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