The two groups of Taoist priests stood opposite each other, no one spoke. The breeze blew, and the fire on the ground crackled. The Yaoshan Pass was silent. Although there had been a fierce battle here, no wounded were left.

Silence is a fertile soil for random thoughts, especially for those with a dark future.

The Taoist priests on the shoulders of the corpse demon gradually showed uneasiness, looked at each other, and moved their steps gently. Finally, a young Taoist priest couldn't help it. He looked only ten years old, and he had just reached the third level of inhalation and came to the battle. He had thought of victory and death, but he had never thought of being attacked by the demon species.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, I'm the one who is afraid of Yi, Shen is not accused..."

The half-demon Yin Buchen stood in the shadow beside the corpse demon's head. When he heard this name, he happily said, "Hey, what a coincidence, my name is Yin Buchen, I'm with you..."

Shin Buqi waved his hand and fired a ball of fire, and his voice instantly turned into anger, "Shut up!"

The angry Taoist priest had a slightly worse technique. Yin Buchen hugged his head and squatted down, barely avoiding this spell. The fireball hit a demon corpse on the neck of the corpse demon, and the blood stains caused by the arousal splattered Yin Buchen's whole body.

It was the corpse of a flying demon. The human was wearing a long sharp beak on its head. After being hit, it actually poked out of the pile of corpses and stared at the Taoist priest who was casting with cold eyes, as if he was still alive.

Shin Buqie was frightened and flew into the air with a sword. A Taoist priest next to him reminded: "Zuo Liuying told us not to leave the corpse demon half a step."

"Who is Zuo Liuying? I don't know Zuo Liuying. I am a Taoist priest in Yashan, why should I listen to him?" Shen Buqian was angry. Long before he withdrew from Pangshan, the first leader of the Pangshan Ban Secret Department had a prominent reputation in the Taoist dynasty. Of course, Shen Buqian would not have never heard of it, but at this time he was afraid and anxious, and regarded "never seen" as "not knowing it."

Shen Buqi flew to a row of Taoist priests on the opposite side and headed straight for Shen Jiyi. "Uncle Jiyi, I want you to check me again. I feel that I have not been attacked by the demon seed. Really, I don't believe in others, I only believe in you..."

Shen Jiyi, who always smiles elegantly, looked extremely cold at this time. He stretched out his right arm and signaled Shen Buqi to stop. The Shen family is a big Taoist family and has been prolonged for a long time. There are many members, and it is too complicated to really talk about seniority. Taoists like simple and hate frequent things. Usually they only call fellow Taoists, and they still call them casually. Therefore, Shen Jiyi does not think that Shen Buqi is really his "nephew". Instead, they are a little dissatisfied with the name "Uncle Jiyi".

Shen Buqian stopped in the air and looked at Shen Jiyi with hope, behind him. Nearly a hundred Taoist priests on the shoulders of the corpse demon also had a glimmer of hope. What if the bronze mirror was wrong? What if he was still normal?

Shen Jiyi had a small bronze mirror in his hand, and a ray of light shot out, starting from the bun on top of Shen Buqian's head. He moved slowly downwards. Shen Buqian's heart beat faster, closed his lips tightly, and his eyes were not blinking. He was afraid that any action would be considered a sign of demonic invasion.

The light of the bronze mirror moved to his chest and stopped. Shen Bujun looked down and saw a light green light shaking among the pure white light. He had already seen this green light on the southern battlefield. He was still on his shoulders at that time, but now he reached his chest, "Is this a magic species? The color is so light, I don't feel special..."

More than a dozen white lights shot over and overlapped with Shen Jiyi's mirror light. The green of the demon seed became clear and seemed very frightened. He swam nervously and uneasy within the range of the white light, looking for an impossible way out.

"Don't embarrass Yashan and the Shen family." Shen Jiyi spoke.

Shen Buqian was as stupid as a wooden chicken, the light of the mirror dissipated one after another, and his face turned pale as paper. "I reached the third level of inhalation a month ago. I refined a magic sword ten days ago and broke a precious old magic weapon before I finished the magic flooding... My mother didn't allow me to participate in this battle, but... I didn't expect..."

Shin Buce took a deep breath, slowly exhaled his inner alchemy, and looked at it reluctantly. The inner alchemy left his body, and his magic power disappeared quickly. Shin Buce began to descend to the ground. His eyes swept around, as if he was looking for someone who was qualified to take over his inner alchemy, and finally held it tightly in his hand.

The magic sword under his feet disappeared, and Shen Buqi fell to the ground. He was not dead yet, but he was already discouraged and unwilling to make any moves.

A beam of light suddenly shot out from the left forearm of the corpse demon, much thinner than the light of the bronze mirror, and lasted very shorter, almost flashing by. In the middle of Shen Buqian's head, the Taoist priest's body completely softened, and then a fire ignited all over his body. The green demon seed flew into the air, and the green light wrapped in flames, constantly changing its shape. After rising for several feet, it exploded and disappeared without a trace.

This is not an ordinary fire. When Shen Buqian fell to the ground, it was burned into a pile of ashes, leaving only a few magic weapons, and a light yellow inner alchemy. It is not affected by the flames and is still crystal clear and round.

Everyone fell into silence again, and a Taoist priest on the shoulder of the corpse demon suddenly shouted: "What are we waiting for? Isn't the final result dead? Everyone is a Taoist priest, so they should be prepared for this and stop hiding meaningless hope."

"Yes, what are you waiting for? There are no monsters to kill here. We are just a group of monsters."

The Taoists sat down one after another, preparing to use their skills to spit out the inner alchemy. Only twenty or thirty people were still standing, but they also seemed irritable and uneasy. They hoped to get more instructions from Zuo Liuying.

Zuo Liuying suppressed the effectiveness of the demon seed, but he could not and could not affect the Taoist priests' own thoughts.

Zuo Liuying didn't speak, Yin Buchen walked out of the shadow carefully, "I'm not a Taoist priest, but I think it's better to wait. I used to think that the demon clan had only a few moves, but later I found out that the demon technique was also rich and colorful, and everything was possible, so don't rush to imitate Shen Buqie, maybe a miracle will happen. Besides, you should do something for the Taoist dynasty..."

"That's right, I want to do something for the Taoist throne. Even if I commit suicide, I will kill the demon first!" A standing Taoist priest summoned an iron ruler, but his eyes were staring at Yin Buchen.

"You said that killing demons is not meant to me, right? I just helped you a lot..." Yin Buchen smiled and retreated.

The Taoist priest wanted to kill him. The Taoist priests who were sitting stood up again and summoned magic weapons one after another, all of whom wanted to kill another monster before they died.

"Zuo, Zuo Liuying, I know we are not familiar with each other, but... you have to say something for me." Yin Buchen had no way out and was too scared to fly.

It was not Zuo Liuying who saved half of the demon's life. It was a loud noise inside the demon mountain pass. Then, a powerful airflow surged from the inside to the outside. Nearly a hundred Taoist priests in the air lined up neatly in the air dispersed instantly. They jumped up with high mana and avoided the airflow. Those with lower mana were swept by the airflow. They turned around in a mess and were blown out for more than ten miles before they stopped one after another. When they turned around, they found that they were already behind the corpse demon.

The corpse demon did not move, nor did the demon invading Taoists on their shoulders move, and the corpse demon's thick chest and thick arms blocked the airflow.

"What's going on?" Asked questions, the Taoist priests who were planning to kill the demon first and then kill themselves to eliminate the demons all stopped and looked uneasily at the center of the demon mountain pass, but there was a ban set up by Yashan, and they could not see anything.

Taoist priests of Yashan gathered again, Zhou Qianhui, the first director of the Divine Engineering Department, flew back and shouted: "Retreat. Everyone retreated a hundred miles away and stood by."

The "all" of Zhou's head did not include the corpse demon and the demon invading Taoist priest. Zhou Qian came to the corpse demon, "Zuo Liuying, do you really want to do things for the Taoist throne?"

Zuo Liuying did not answer. Zhou Qianhui swept around the faces of the demon-invading Taoists, trying to find Zuo Liuying's messenger, but a thin half-demon walked out of the shadow next to the corpse demon's head.

Yin Buchen raised his right arm, his face full of confusion. "A voice spoke in my mind, calling himself Zuo Liuying, he said...he said..."

"What did you say?" Zhou Qianhui asked in a deep voice.

"He said he just wanted to eliminate demons and do whatever he did for."

A loud noise came from the center of the demon mountain pass, and the surging air flow came again. Zhou Qianhui instantly rose to the sky, avoiding this powerful force, and then fell again. Looking at the body of the corpse demon that was still moving, his voice eased slightly, "Okay, there are five demon trees and at least three complete demon seeds ahead, please remove them. But there are words first, the sword washing pool is the treasure of Yashan, and no one can move. The master of the Eight Daotong has reached an agreement, and the Amber Taoist priest is also owned by Yashan, and outsiders are not allowed to be involved."

"Wow, the conditions of the Taoist dynasty are always so harsh. I am unwilling to speak softly for help from others. I admire him." Yin Buchen tilted his head for a while, and it seemed that Zuo Liuying had said a lot to him, but when he spoke, the answer was extremely simple, "He said yes."

Zhou Qianhui would not be surprised by any response from Zuo Liuying. He flew to the side and made way aside. After waiting for a while, the corpse demon did not move. "Demon removal is now, Zuo Liuying, what are you waiting for?"

Yin Buchen curled his lips, "He said Yashan had finished making the conditions, but he hadn't mentioned it yet."

Another loud bang and air flow, Zhou Qianhui ascended and descended, his tone became more and more relaxed, "Please say."

"Zuo Liuying's conditions are very simple, and I think it's too simple." Yin Buchen was not an honest messenger, and added his thoughts, "He said Yashan had to make a promise that he could not hurt Pangshan's disciple Mu Songxuan."

"Mu Songxuan has the water from the sword washing pond in his mind." Zhou Qianhui said.

"The sword washing pool is the treasure of Yashan. Everyone knows this. Mu Songxuan's mind will be returned to Yashan sooner or later, but he has to wait until he dies. With Mu Songxuan's condition, he can't live long. Yashan has been waiting for Du Fangfeng for more than fifty years before. I don't care about waiting for a few more years."

Zhou Qianhui carefully checked Mu Songxuan's situation and knew that this head was indeed impossible to survive. Yashan could wait before because the Taoist dynasty was very stable, and due to the rules of Qishan, it was difficult to rob. Now the world is in chaos, Pangshan's strength has dropped sharply, and the sword-washing pool is complete one day earlier, Yashan is at peace as soon as possible.

Zhou Qianhui hesitated for a while, and he was also contacting the Taoist priest Zhushen in Yashan, "Okay, Yashan can wait."

The corpse demon still did not move, Yin Buchen shook his head, and could no longer get Zuo Liuying's voice, and sighed in disappointment.

"Zuo Liuying!" Zhou Qianhui raised his voice. The situation is critical now, otherwise he would not have come to ask for help, but Zuo Liuying's delay in taking action made him very dissatisfied.

The corpse demon's mouth opened again, and the bald man was still inside!

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