Spells came overwhelmed, and with the protection of the night, almost no form or sound was revealed. Only the Taoist priest's eyes could see a large glimmer of light rushing towards the city of slaughtering people, like dark clouds sweeping the ground, or like sand and dust sweeping across the wilderness.

The three flying monsters in the sky were still circling boredly. Their mission was to monitor the Taoist priests on the ground. Even if they looked up from afar, they could not find the threat that was approaching dozens of miles away.

The magic weapon at the edge of the ban began to issue a warning. The copper bell rang slightly, the bronze mirror rotated, the candle flames tilted, and the little green peach came out of the tent and looked into the distance for a while, "Oh my God, this...didn't it mean that the war will start until the end of autumn? We have just entered the territory of the demon clan..." She didn't dare to continue, thinking that the war had begun too coincidental.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't tell what was going on. This was obviously a powerful technique that could only be issued by the Taoist priests. With their consistent contemptuous attitude towards the demon clan, it seemed that there was no need to use sudden attacks.

At this time, Zuo Liuying's opinion is most needed, but since he said "the war has begun", he has never spoken again. He just looked at the group spells in the distance with his hands on his back, as if it was a beautiful scene.

Xiao Qingtao couldn't help it and asked, "Do we need to avoid it?"

The spells cannot tell who is the enemy and who is the friend. The restrictions set by Xiao Qingtao and Mu Xingqiu may not be able to hold on for a moment.

Zuo Liuying shook her head gently.

The spells came surging and rapid. In a short while, it had approached the Slaughter City for more than ten miles. The magic weapon at the edge of the ban reacted even more violently. The sound of the copper bell began to become harsh. The glimmer seen by the Tianmu became even more grand, hundreds of feet high and dozens of miles wide, enough to swallow several Slaughter City.

The first thing that the demon clan responded was not the flying demon, but several demon towers. The demon heads hanging on the tower made a roar like a crack, and the demon eyes were shining. Other demon weapons were struggling wildly, as if they wanted to escape from the demon tower and run away.

The three flying monsters were extremely frightened. Now even they could see the large glimmer of light emitted by the spell, like a huge monster leaping into the deep sea. The flying monster kept flapping its wings and screaming, hesitating between maintaining its duties and escaping. Soon, the latter still had the upper hand, and the three flying monsters fled to the southeast.

When they saw the form of the spell, it was already too late. A breeze with a damp breath blew, and the three flying monsters seemed to be shot through by sharp arrows, and they cried and then fell to the ground.

This is just the vanguard of Taoist magic. The prohibition set by Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Qingtao was like a thatched hut in a storm that was about to fall. The copper bell was still ringing, but the light and candle had been extinguished. The bronze mirror hanging in the air fell to the ground.

"Really, don't you really have to do anything?" Xiao Qingtao's fear was also rising. She practiced in Taoism for many years and participated in many battles. In addition to Fangfang's broken pill, she had never seen such a majestic magic. Feng Ruhui's magic kalpa leads through the soul drive Si Ming Ding and Zuo Liuying's demon robbery hand is strong, but she lacks this kind of momentum of swallowing the sky and spitting out the earth.

While speaking, the spell had arrived. In an instant, the diorama swayed, and the breeze turned into strong wind. The soft light turned into lightning like a spear and a giant halberd. The water droplets shot through the simple restriction, and directly hit the ground like hail.

The flea was always alert. Longhorn rushed forward, making a whirring sound from his mouth. He suddenly lowered his head and turned around and jumped behind Zuo Liuying. It was also scared.

Mu Xingqiu was also shocked. Seeing Zuo Liuying being indifferent, he summoned the Frost Soul Sword. If the Shintoshi thought that he could sacrifice several young Taoists for some reason, he would have a way to protect himself, but he deeply doubted whether the soul power of the Frost Soul Sword could block this powerful spell.

When the spell arrived, Xiao Qingtao's face was pale and her hair was scattered by the strong wind. At the critical moment, Zuo Liuying finally reacted, raised his hands to his chest, and pinched out more than a dozen magic tricks in the moment of lightning. His ten fingers were extremely flexible. Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Qingtao could not see his movements clearly even with their eyes.

The straw hat on Zuo Liuying's head suddenly flew up and instantly expanded to as big as the house. The hollow part was filled with a layer of white light, covering the people, the unicorn and the tent.

The wind was howling and the rain was hit. The straw hat looked vulnerable, with its surface uneven and constant holes of different sizes. Not long after, it changed its way of responding to the battle, which was big and small, adapting to the spells outside. At the very least, it was about to touch the heads of several people, but it could always block the spells and keep their safety. The two tents more than ten steps away seemed to be far away.

A full quarter of an hour later, the spell ended, and Xiao Qingtao's heart finally fell back to its original position. Although she admired Zuo Liuying, she still felt a little nervous about his way of protecting her.

The straw hat returned to its normal size and was already full of holes and was useless. Zuo Liuying held it in her hand and observed it carefully, as if she was reluctant to throw it away.

Mu Xingqiu took back the Frost Soul Sword and turned around with Xiao Qingtao to look at the demon city five miles away. The name of the slaughtered man was not true, and he was first slaughtered. The towering demon tower and the broken walls were gone. The fragments all over the ground seemed to have just been completely washed away by a flood.

Xiao Hao came out of the tent, rubbed his eyes and yawned, "It's not dawn yet, what's going on outside?" She also looked at the Butcher City for a while and asked in confusion: "The demon is moving now? It's so fast that I haven't met them yet."

"Is this a spell issued by the Shintoshi priests together?" Xiao Qingtao asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"This is the tide of anger from Yashan Sword Washing Pool. A Shintoshi is enough." Zuo Liuying reached out and handed the straw hat to Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu did not understand the meaning of this move, so he took it in his hand. He also lowered his head and looked carefully. The straw hat was still the original straw hat. He bought it from an ordinary old man in Huangjing. There was no special point. The holes hit by the spell have made it a waste and have no use value.

"Yashan is thousands of miles away from here, how can it be..." Xiao Qingtao shut up in time, not wanting to act as if he was questioning Zuo Liuying.

"The sword washing pool is a magic weapon, which can be transformed into a pool covering an area of ​​several hectares, and can also be reduced to the size of an ordinary copper basin - the Taoist priest of Yashan brought the treasure to the mountain, which is really beyond my mind... It may be that I forgot." Zuo Liuying could no longer know what memories he had been removed.

Xiao Qingtao didn't know much about the history of the Taoist dynasty, but she knew that the treasures of each Taoist dynasty were rarely left on the mountain. For example, the Patriarch Tower left the Laozu Peak, which was forced to leave the Patriarch Peak. Even so, Zuo Liuying did not take it out of Xijieguo - this is the place of Pangshan's chosen disciples, and in a certain sense belongs to Pangshan's sphere of influence.

"The Taoist dynasty really wants to destroy all demon clans." Xiao Qingtao never counted non-demons among demon clans, and she looked at the direction of the Tau Rencheng again.

"There is no need to destroy the demon clan and the sword wash pool. Yashan has other purpose. But... I really forgot." Zuo Liuying knocked on his head and turned to Mu Xingqiu, "What do you see?"

"The straw hat is not a magic weapon. After you cast the spell, you can block the spells emitted by Yashan's treasure." Mu Xingqiu pondered again, and then said: "No matter how powerful a spell is, it must be relied on. As strong as the sword washing pool or as weak as an ordinary straw hat, it is all something to rely on. If you can give up the spell, you may be able to reach the origin of the Taoist fire, but... how can this be?"

Zuo Liuying glanced at Mu Xingqiu. His expression did not change at all, "I mean this is broken, I need a new straw hat."

Mu Xingqiu's face turned slightly red, thinking that Zuo Liuying was deliberately playing tricks on him, but then he thought it was impossible, so he continued to think with the torn straw hat.

Xiao Qingtao hurriedly took out a new straw hat from Qiankun's bag and handed it over, glad that he brought this stack of ordinary people with him.

Xiao Hao rode the flea to the butcher city and took a look and came back. "It's so strange, what happened last night? All the demons were exposed. None of them were left behind, only a lot of blood."

"There is not even a corpse?" Xiao Qingtao asked in surprise.

"No, I'll go find it again." Xiao Hao signaled the flea to turn around and ran towards the ruins of the Butcher City.

The other three followed behind. Mu Xingqiu was still looking at the straw hat, while Xiao Qingtao looked around, "Really, even the corpses of the three flying demons are gone. Was it destroyed by spells, or..."

"It was blown away by the wind," Zuo Liuying said.

As the sky gradually became bright, the ruins of the Butcher City showed a tragic side. There were blood and broken monsters everywhere, and there were no complete corpses, but occasionally you could see scattered hands and feet.

Xiao Hao's voice came from a distance, "There is a demon here, not dead yet!"

The three of them flew over and saw a seriously injured demon general in a cave with a destroyed roof.

The double-horned helmet and leather armor with many accessories were gone. The demon general was almost naked and covered with blood. He looked at the Taoist priests and wanted to sneer, but he just coughed, "The war is about to begin? The demon clan will not die, nor will he surrender, I...I..."

The demon general wanted to issue a curse, but was weak. Xiao Hao advised, "You'd better stop talking. Think about happy things, you're going to die. In the next forty-nine days, memories are the only thing you can do. Being happy is better than complaining."

Xiao Hao sincerely wanted to comfort the seriously injured, but the demon general heard only curse and sarcasm. He opened his eyes wide open, and suddenly a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth, and the last little life disappeared.

Xiao Hao chanted a passage of scripture in a low voice. Mu Xingqiu noticed something abnormal. He squatted down, put his straw hat on the ground, and reached out to wipe off the blood on the demon's chest, revealing two lines of text that had just been engraved:

The head admires Song Xuan, who knows the whereabouts of his life, and those who hand over it will be rewarded, Yashan.

Xiao Qingtao thought about it and became more and more panicked. "Yashan emitted anger, but it was for the baldness!"

Mu Xingqiu stood up, "Shen Jiyi said that Yashan will take back the sword-washing pool water in the bald man's head at all costs. This is not a war between the Taoist dynasty and the demon clan. Yashan probably carved the same handwriting on each corpse, and blew it to the demon clans everywhere, forcing them to help find the whereabouts of the bald man, which is also... to give me a warning."

The target of the first attack of Yashan Sword Washing Pond was not arbitrary choice, but came with several Taoist priests, especially Mu Xingqiu.

"On the way to Huangjing a few months ago, you said that Pangshan has enemies within the Taoist dynasty. Do you still remember?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Zuo Liuying was removed from some of her memories, and she seemed to think a little slowly, "Remember." He said, thinking for a while, "I had some ideas at that time, but these ideas were gone."

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