In the dark night, the snow and snow were mixed, and more than 60 Taoist priests lined up in the line flew hard, like a blue belt swaying in the wind, with their speed dropping sharply.

Mu Xingqiu was riding a flea in front. The gust of wind and snow were indeed extremely fierce, but he did not feel disgusted. The howling wind and cold snow made his whole body boil. His right hand held the whip handle, and the whip body extended back more than ten feet, and the Taoist priests held it to maintain their formation.

The fleas were not afraid of the wind and snow. They lowered their heads and rushed forward with their two corners. Although they flew in the air, their four hooves still moved habitually, leading more than 60 people, and they did not feel tired at all.

Xiao Yao followed the flea, held the whip in both hands, and could fly with the crowd without casting spells. She laughed happily from time to time, imitating the sound of the wind and making whimpering sounds.

Xin Youtao really didn't understand why Xiao Hao was so happy. As soon as he opened his mouth, he poured snowflakes in his mouth. He vomited a few times, but swallowed more. He didn't care and said loudly: "Is this the thing Zuo Liuying did? It was snowing so heavily as soon as he disappeared, and he just didn't want us to move northwest."

Perhaps influenced by Xiao Wei, the Taoist priest of the Forbidden Secret Department who was flying in the middle also roared and shouted: "Don't worry about who is doing it, I like this kind of wind and snow. The more violent the more interesting it is!"

The other Taoist priests were a little embarrassed. They looked like a group of young people, and no one was over thirty years old. In fact, most of them were "old" Taoist priests in their fifties and sixties or even hundreds of years old. Since joining the Taoist throne, they rarely expressed their emotions for no reason, and were much more conservative than normal elderly people.

Xiao Hao and Gan Zhiwei echoed each other one after another, having fun. Listening to the tender and high-pitched roar, Mu Xingqiu's long-depressed heart suddenly became high, and he couldn't help but whistle, and unknowingly added the mental method of leading the Nine Changes of the Beast. The roar continued, one louder than another. It overwhelmed Xiao Hao and Gan Zhiwei, and also overwhelmed the storm and blizzard.

The bald man shouted, his voice was too small, and soon he only opened his mouth and no sound.

"Another crazy." Xin Youtao said in surprise.

The Taoists were confused first, then they felt ridiculous, and slowly something was squirming in their hearts. They all joined the Taoist throne in their youth. Their childhood companions were still climbing trees, catching birds, and catching fish in the river, but they were thinking day and night. They were exploring and moving forward carefully in the mysterious Taoist rituals, and did not dare to cross it slightly, but the broken heart of the young man was still there, and at this moment, he slowly revived in everyone's heart.

Xiao Hao was not convinced and injected magic power into the whistling sound. With his natural sharpness and crispness, he could compete with Mu Xingqiu again.

More Taoist priests joined in, and the sound was not too loud at the beginning, like a patient who had been sick for the first time trying to walk. When the wind and snow rushed into their mouths and the cold hit their tongues and teeth, they found that their abilities of feeling were still there, so they screamed. Regardless of whether it sounded beautifully, and whether it was in line with the whistle of others, this was a competition, to be different and beyond the crowd.

All kinds of whistles sounded and gathered together. In this cold and dark night, it was like a group of arrogant demons enjoying the wind. When the real demons heard this, they were afraid that they would retreat, and normal Taoists would immediately summon magic weapons to prepare for battle.

I don’t know if it was the whistling of the crowd, or if the time had come, the wind and snow gradually stopped, the clouds and mist dissipated above my head, revealing the stars in the sky, like a mirror carefully brushed by it, covered with gems of all sizes. Just raise your arms and you can pick a few of them. The air is refreshing and refreshing, and you will clear all worries.

The Taoists stopped their whistling and flew up and watched.

"My throat... cough cough." Xin Youtao also roared, and used all his strength. He felt that this was a joke, not worthy of the identity of a Taoist priest, nor the status of a prince and a talisman master, but he was still happy from the heart, "Xiao Qingtao, you are a pure Taoist priest of the Five Elements Department, and you can't control it?"

"Shh, I just forgot, don't remind me of it." Xiao Qingtao held the whip with one hand and raised his other arm high. His slender fingertips seemed to be only a short distance from the stars.

It has been several years since we learned to fly with swords, but this is the first time that everyone has personally felt that they are "flying". The wind has stopped. Mu Xingqiu did not take back his whip, and the Taoist priests did not let go. They are still connected in a line. In an extremely unfamiliar environment, away from their former support and even bear unfair charges, but they do not feel lonely.

Mu Xingqiu held the handle of the whip, and the weight in his hand was getting lighter and lighter. The Taoist priest was flying by himself. He just needed to lead the way simply, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart. He was also considered a Taoist priest who had traveled all over the country, but for the first time he had such a feeling: a brand new world unfolded in front of him, every step was exploration, every step was conquest, the scene ahead was rich and colorful, and there was even no time to look back.

This is definitely not the feeling that the Taoist heart should have, but Mu Xingqiu doesn't care. He has never formed a true Taoist heart, and he may not even in the future. He just wants to firmly grasp the current feeling.

The flea did not scream, but it was more excited than the Taoist priests, flying faster and faster, and its four legs swung more and more frequently. Under the fine scales, the muscles trembled slightly.

This is a rare moment. The Taoist priests no longer feel that they are forgotten, abandoned, and misunderstood, but a whole, a whole that understands each other without the recognition of others.

No one can explain why a storm and a whistle are more cohesive than a battle.

The stars gradually dimmed, the bright moon was falling west, and a wonderful moment ended when a five-element magic rose in the sky. Taoists all knew that this was a warning from Taoism.

The flea stopped, and the Taoist priests behind him let go of their whips and flew to their wings, summoning magic weapons one after another.

"The Taoist priest... is catching up." Meng Xu, the Taoist priest of the alchemy department, reminds everyone that this place is not another world after all.

Mu Xingqiu stood on the flea's back, "Don't care who the person is, what we have to do is not to regard ourselves as sinners. Maybe we should die, but we will never die as sinners."

The Taoists nodded and moved closer.

The spells in the horizon looked very far away, but the caster came very quickly. A voice sounded in the darkness, "Is it Mu Xingqiu?"

Xin Youtao looked at Xiao Qingtao beside him in confusion, "This is... this is Shen Hao's voice!"

Mu Xingqiu also heard it and replied loudly: "It's me, Shen Hao?"

There was no echo in the night, and a moment later, a figure flew from the northwest, indeed it was Shen Hao, and he was the only one.

Chen Hao is the leader of the Demon Slaying Society. Mu Xingqiu, Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao thought he was good friends, but the Demon Invasion Taoist priests were nervous and secretly prepared to cast spells.

Chen Hao seemed to have no idea and flew until he was close before stopping in the air. He was fifty steps away from Mu Xingqiu. For the fight, this was a too close distance, and for two friends he had known since childhood, it seemed a bit far away.

Chen Hao's eyes swept over, and finally fell on Mu Xingqiu's face, and said calmly: "You shouldn't come here."

Xin Youtao was a little anxious. He and Chen Hao had a deep holiday, but they were excellent friends over the years. "Chen Hao, you don't believe the lies of Taoism. I thought Mu Xingqiu became a demon, and Xiao Qingtao and I turned into demons, right?"

Chen Hao did not answer directly, but still faced Mu Xingqiu. "Yang Qingyin doesn't need your help anymore. Her parents have asked for the approval of the two gods. They are willing to reverse the magic of Yang Qingyin's magic."

The Shen and Yang families have deep roots in the Taoist throne, so it is not difficult to get the Shen Taoist priests to take action. They didn’t know the background of the magic technique before, but now they know that it is a deformation of the magic spell, so it is easier.

Mu Xingqiu did not speak immediately.

"Where is Brother Xiaoqiu? He took the Demon-Crafting Pill to save Yang Qingyin." Xiao Qingtao said.

"It is also for the entire Taoist dynasty." Xin Youtao added.

Chen Hao shook his head, "Xiaoqiu's situation is different. He is not a disciple of the Taoist throne, so..."

"We have Zuo Liuying." Xiao Qingtao said angrily.

Chen Hao still shook his head, "It is not enough to just pay attention to the Taoist priest. The technique of reversing the demon transformation requires the assistance of Zhaoshan's great light mirror. Zuo Liuying has also withdrawn from Pangshan, and Zhaoshan will not lend it."

Mu Xingqiu still didn't speak. He was wondering why Shen Jiyi and Zuo Liuying didn't mention the Great Bright Mirror. Yashan obviously intends to provoke his relationship with Zuo Liuying, but why did Zuo Liuying keep it secret and use the technique of reversing the demons as a condition?

Xin Youtao stared at Chen Hao, "Daotong abandoned Mu Xingqiu like this? No, you still have something to say."

Chen Hao remained silent.

Mu Xingqiu finally spoke: "Tell me, there is nothing to hide from them."

Chen Hao originally wanted to have a private conversation, but Mu Xingqiu was not grateful and could only sigh, "Do you still remember Grandma Mei from Jinghu Village?"

"Mei Chuan'an's mother."

"Well, she did not die, she became a prisoner of the demon clan. After taking the demon pill, she successfully transformed into demons."

Mu Xingqiu was slightly surprised. As far as he knew, there had always been loopholes in the Demon-Crafting Pill. Unexpectedly, there was another person who had really transformed into a Demon, and he was an ordinary human.

"What does this have to do with Brother Xiaoqiu?" Xiao Qingtao was deeply impressed by the old woman who was crazy and attracted the wolf demon.

"Grandma Mei's magical transformation technique is a bit special. It will be transmitted to other people. The humans locked in a cave with Grandma Mei are affected. Many people die because of this, and some people have changed."

Chen Hao paused for a moment, observed the expressions on everyone's faces, and then continued: "It's all because of that spell, Grandma Mei can also use that spell, so she can transform into a demon successfully and will be contagious. Yang Qingyin is fine, but don't go to see her, you all should be contagious."

The Taoist priests on the opposite side were speechless and could not have imagined that their bad luck was not over yet.

"Go to the Ice City, as long as you promise not to come out again." Chen Hao paused again, because things were very difficult for him. "I will try my best to persuade the Taoist throne not to attack. Xiaoqiu, I need your promise."

Mu Xingqiu looked to both sides. If it were a few days ago, the Taoists would definitely be very alert and even angry after hearing such news. Now he saw sympathy and even a little excited because Mu Xingqiu was finally a group of people similar to them.

Mu Xingqiu hadn't recited the spell out loud for a long time because it had long been combined with all his spells and could not be forgotten or removed.

But his spell was slightly different from Grandma Mei, and its impact on the magical transformation technique may be different. Mu Xingqiu did not mention what he was not sure about, but said: "Tell me the whole truth. You don't say anything else. I believe that the Yang family can ask for help from the Taoist Priest and the Great Light Mirror, but the Taoist priest made great efforts to save Yang Qingyin, there must be more important reasons."

Chen Hao sighed again, hoping that Mu Xingqiu could be confused, "I don't know the specific situation very well. I just heard that it has something to do with Fangfang's soul. Xiaoqiu, be patient once. The Taoist sect has long decided the belonging of the soul, and you can't fight for it."

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