Mu Xingqiu stood on a deserted small peak and shot a five-element gold spell into the sky, which was enough to attract the attention of nearby Taoists.

But the six Taoist priests did not show up. Looking around, they were surrounded by half-waste mountains, with large patches of gray-brown rocks striking into the weak bushes. Mu Xingqiu had no impression of this place, only knowing that his current location was about hundreds of miles northwest of the old ancestor peak, and it had been very barren.

Qi Wushang did not give the spiritual demon the best land.

Mu Xingqiu looked at the place where the spirit demons gathered. The unclean energy affected the effect of the heavenly purpose, and he couldn't even see the mountain peaks too far away. Two hours ago, he accepted the advice of the dragon demon and left obediently without conflict with the spirit demon. Yang Qingyin looked no danger. The dragon demon seemed to know how to deal with the spirit demon. Mu Xingqiu also felt that there was no need to fight.

He hoped to find six other Taoists first. He had cast pure Five Elements Gold Spells on the sky five times, but he did not get any response.

Mu Xingqiu simply sat on a stone on the top of the peak, thinking about the current situation: Since entering Xijieguo, there have been many strange things. First, a Xingluo Taoist priest from Yashan died at his hands, then the Demon Cloud Envoy, four new strange historians, the sudden appearance of the dragon demon, Yang Qingyin's inexplicable amnesia, as well as the magical art of transforming demons and the Amber Taoist priest, nothing was expected by him.

It has been six years since the Ancestor Peak was destroyed. Does the Taoist Order still know nothing about the demon clan? The higher Taoists really don’t take the demon clan seriously, or do they not say it even though they know the danger?

Mu Xingqiu stood up, he had withdrawn from Pangshan, and could only split the fog in front of him with his own strength. He summoned the Frost Soul Sword and observed the tender branches on the sword. There was no change, and the darkened patterns were still the same. With Fangfang's soul helping him, he changed from big hands and feet to careful calculations. The consumption of power in the sword was greatly reduced.

He silently used the soul-summoning technique. Since he could not find a living person, he wanted to try to find a dead person.

The Frost Soul Sword immediately cooperated. Now it is not just a magic weapon, but more like a tacit companion. What Mu Xingqiu has to do is not order or urge it to do things, but telling it his own thoughts and wishes.

Like other candle-like magic spells that Mu Xingqiu learned and understood, his soul-suming technique was once very domineering. The Yin wind could spread a hundred miles away and put all souls into the sword. Now this power has become extremely gentle, without a biting chill, nor a rotating wind. It is like a spring breeze, fusing with the hot wind of late summer, and spreading to the distance with the power of nature. Although the speed is much slower, it encounters very little resistance.

There are many souls in the Spirit Demon Territory. Four or five hundred dead souls that have died for more than seven days but less than forty-nine days gathered fifty miles southwest, indicating that a bloody battle had occurred there.

There are dozens of dead souls a little north, and the scale of the battle there is much smaller.

Mu Xingqiu studied a large number of dead souls and spared half of his life within seven days. This is the rule of the Lanzhu Department. He abides by it, but soul arrest is not his purpose. He is looking for scattered souls of life.

The living souls of animals are unclear, and the living souls of ordinary humans and demons are ignorant of the soul-suming technique. Only Taoist priests and great monsters can immediately detect the most obscure signs of magic. Taoist priests may also cast restrictions to prevent the entry of magic. Through various reactions, Mu Xingqiu felt that he could find the whereabouts of the Taoist priests.

Nearly an hour later, the Frost Soul Sword slept all the dead souls within dozens of miles around, and finally encountered several unique living souls in the northwest. They were very alert and developed the power of resistance as soon as they came into contact with the soft soul-summoning technique. However, this power was not strong and there was no barrier to the restriction.

Mu Xingqiu took the sword and flew northwest.

In a short and dark cave, there was only a Taoist priest standing at the entrance of the cave, holding Ruyi in his hand, staring vigilantly at the target flying from afar.

"You are not a Taoist priest in Luanjingshan, who are you?" The Taoist priest guarding the entrance of the cave was tall and burly, with a small and exquisite hand. He felt the soul-suming technique, but it was not the same as the candle-like magic he knew. When he saw that the visitor was a male Taoist priest without a hairpin on his head, he became even more confused.

"My name is Mu Xingqiu. I used to be Taoist priest Pangshan." Mu Xingqiu landed on the ground, put away the Frost Soul Sword, took out several magic weapons, and cast the triple restriction. He could see that the Taoist priest was at the end of his strength and had no power to cast spells. Standing there was just a bluff.

The burly Taoist priest let out a long breath, and even was unable to hold up Ruyi, lowered his arms, "It turned out to be you."

"Fellow Taoist recognizes me?"

"I have heard your name, Mu Xingqiu, a disciple of Nianxin, withdrew from Pangshan in the imperial capital more than a month ago, and encouraged other low-level Taoists to withdraw from the Taoist throne to join the Demon-Slaying Association. How about it? Is the Demon-Slaying Association established? How many people have you come?"

"When I left the imperial capital, the Demon Slaying Association was still in the process of slaying the demons. Six people set out together, and now I am the only one."

Mu Xingqiu tried to say it briefly, but the burly Taoist priest thought that everyone else had died, and sighed, "The Taoist priest Xingluo cannot escape this disaster, let alone a group of low-level Taoist priests? Alas, he should have killed all the demon clan six years ago... Have you ever taken the demon-making pill?"

"No. What about the others?"

The burly Taoist priest made the hole open, "You are here at the right time."

Two Taoist priests were lying in the dim little cave, no longer breathing, and three of them sat upright with their eyes closed, as if they were thinking about it, but their brows were frowning, and the eyeballs behind their eyelids kept moving.

"We can't hold on for long." The burly Taoist priest was the best among the six people. He took out a white bead. "The memories of the six of us after being forced to swallow the Demon-Crafting Pills are here. Please bring them to - I hope they are Taoist priests from Zhaoshan, but you can do whatever you want, as long as they are high-level Taoist priests."

Mu Xingqiu took the bead and said, "What's going on with Yang Qingyin, Taoist priest Pangshan?" The two Taoist priests were dead, and the remaining four Taoist priests were exhausted and could not be saved. The only thing Mu Xingqiu cared for was another person, the person who had forgotten him.

"There are related memories in the orb of concentration." The burly Taoist priest was unwilling to waste time, so he bent down and walked into the cave, patted each of the three Taoist priests sitting upright on the shoulders. The three of them spit out the inner alchemy in turn, and their expressions quickly became calm.

The burly Taoist priest returned to the entrance of the cave and spit out his inner alchemy, a total of six. The two Taoist priests have been dead for two or three days. "Please hand them over to the higher Taoist priests together, hoping that they will not fall into the hands of the demon clan in the end." He stared at Mu Xingqiu. He still had doubts about the strength of the young Taoist priest.

"I will do my best." Mu Xingqiu was unable to make a clearer promise.

The burly Taoist priest was very satisfied. He put six inner elixirs in Mu Xingqiu's palm, went into the hole again, sat on the ground, pushed Ruyi and six cloth bags in his hand to the front, closed his eyes, and then entered the dead silence.

Mu Xingqiu didn't even have time to ask for his name, and could only judge from his clothes that this was a Taoist priest Zhaoshan.

Mu Xingqiu collected the magic weapons and small cloth bags on the ground, stood silently outside the cave for a while, raised his right arm to release a ball of lightning. The body was instantly scorched, the cave collapsed, and the body was buried.

He found a clean place to sit down, and looked at the tangent pearl on his palm. The burly Taoist Zhaoshan did not issue a ban. Mu Xingqiu felt that he could check the memories in it, because it involved why Yang Qingyin was not harmed by the Demon-Wild Pill and why he forgot himself completely.

He casts several layers of prohibition, and then he uses the illusion technique, intending to enter the orb of concentration in this way.

Baozhu has a strong defense power. However, it is far from comparable to the Taoist priest's Santian protection power. Mu Xingqiu gradually strengthened his magic power and finally broke through the defense with the sixth level of illusion. There must be a simpler and more labor-saving way to retrieve the memory. But he didn't learn it.

The memories of the six Taoist priests are arranged neatly, like a few thin booklets placed on a clean table. After opening them, they are vivid images and scenes. In the notes, the six people call each other "a fellow Taoist". In the end, Mu Xingqiu only knew their surnames, but not their names.

Their memories are different. Seventeen days ago. They stood on the edge of the battlefield, and were filled with corpses of demon soldiers from all directions. This is where Mu Xingqiu had just studied a large number of dead souls. Six Taoists fought a tough battle, but the more demon soldiers died, the thicker the demon blood. The magicians in the air became more and more skillful when they used the magic. The demon cloud did not appear, and the demon clan was obviously using this opportunity to try other magic.

The demon blood rose rapidly like the rising sea water. The Taoist priests were suppressed and could not ascend. Soon the chest was submerged by demon blood. When the blood clotted, they were completely trapped.

A magician descended to the front of the six people in a snake-headed giant bird and said a lot of words. The general idea was that the Taoist priests were very lucky. The giant demon king did not want to kill them all, but the Taoist priests had to swallow the demon-making pill to see if the Taoist heart could resist truly powerful magic.

The Taoists had no choice. Under the forced force of the magic, they opened their mouths and swallowed seven to ten demon-making pills respectively.

The demon-washing pill is very small, similar to soybeans, but half brown and half green, with a very weird look.

The demon blood and the magician retreated. The Taoist priests only recovered their ability to move after a few hours. Then they began to react in various different ways. The only thing they had in common was that they could not fly.

Next was a walking experience. When a few spirit monsters were met in the middle, the two sides were alert to each other and quickly separated. When the Taoists realized that they might be helpless, they began to dictate their feelings every once in a while and deposited their memories into the Concentrating Pearl.

The pure inner alchemy and the heart of the Taoist priests are incompatible with the Demon-Wild Pill. The Taoist priests have suffered a series of painful tortures, and each person has different performances. Mu Xingqiu skipped this long memory and looked for Yang Qingyin's figure.

Eight days ago, Yang Qingyin met six Taoist priests. At that time, she was forced to take the Demon-Crafting Pill, but her reaction was very fierce. She was crying bitterly. This was a helpless cry that was completely defeated by some emotion. Knowing that tears were useless and ridiculous, they just couldn't help it.

Gradually, she finally stopped crying, her expression was depressed, and she muttered to herself: "The demon clan does not need to be ruthless, the demon clan does not need to be ruthless..."

The burly Taoist priest kept observing Yang Qingyin and came over to her and said to her: "The Demon-Changing Pill will cause your love disaster to occur early, you must get through it."

"What can I do? I can't even run the inner alchemy."

"I have a little magic power to remove the memories of the love disaster for you. This is by no means the best way. Taoists rarely use it, but it is the only feasible choice for you now."

Yang Qingyin squeezed out a smile, "I finally know what the real love disaster is. I know that I am trapped in it, but I don't want to be liberated at all. If I can't live long after swallowing the demon-making pill, I would rather die in the love disaster. I have to feel the same pain as him, so that these pains become the only memory of my soul within forty-nine days after my death."

Yang Qingyin did forget her, but in the memories of the burly Taoist priests and the other five Taoist priests, there was no scene of casting spells on Yang Qingyin to remove the love disaster.

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