You finally gave in.

Mu Xingqiu thought about this sentence quietly. He remembered its origin and understood Zuo Liuying's intentions, but he just sneered at it, "Why can't I admit defeat? Because it is not good for you if I admit defeat. Zuo Liuying, the Shintoshi, is now an inhalation Taoist priest. You need a selfless person to protect you, help you, and sacrifice your life for you when necessary. Not only that, this person must be willing and cheered, thinking that if you are appreciated by you, you will have a bright future."

Mu Xingqiu's eyes were cold, and he felt the pleasure brought by anger in his heart. He paused for a moment and shook his head, "For you, I gave up on my defeat, for myself, I finally won. Go and find other unlucky guys to be your protector, I-reject."

Zuo Liuying simply closed her eyes again.

There was a quiet surroundings, only the wolf king Qi Yemang laughed wildly, "Taoist, this is the Taoist priest. What is the difference between removing that layer of skin and killing demons?"

Not all demons are concerned about Mu Xingqiu's changes. Fei Zu only cares about one thing. His eyes have hardly left the Taiyin Fire. He has been calculating the time in his heart. "The devil fire is almost gone, and he has to change to another Taoist priest. Mu Xingqiu, you must come on stage. Once the demon fire is extinguished, you will be burned to death."

Mu Xingqiu had just woken up and didn't know much about what was happening around him. However, when he saw the blood spots on Xiaohao and Xin Youtao's forehead, he roughly understood that Yang Qingyin's spells required the blood of Taoist priests. This was obviously a magic trick taught by Yi Shijun.

"Must? Nothing is necessary, Zuo Liuying, it's you who should play."

Mu Xingqiu stood aside. After a while, Zuo Liuying opened her eyes again, got up and walked towards Yang Qingyin.

Mu Xingqiu watched coldly, and was very happy to see Zuo Liuying paying the price.

Yang Qingyin did not immediately turn Laojun's clutches to Zuo Liuying's forehead, but said to Mu Xingqiu: "Even if your nature has changed, you should be fair. Zuo Liuying is not as selfish as you imagined. He has made great sacrifices for you and other Taoists."

"Then ask for greater rewards." Mu Xingqiu did not forget the past, but his vision of looking at things changed. He felt that he was extremely stupid in the past. "Remember, Zuo Liuying never suffered any losses. In the end, he was always the one who got the best interests. I have seen through it. You haven't, but this is nothing. The world is so big that there are always people who voluntarily be deceived by Zuo Liuying."

The anger was as strong as the surrounding dragon fire, but Yang Qingyin could only force her to contain it because she knew she was not qualified to persuade her, so she turned to Zuo Liuying, "Is that OK?"

Zuo Liuying nodded, "Don't let me unconscious. I can stand it."

"Okay." Yang Qingyin agreed hesitantly that maintaining a sober offering is more helpful for magic, but Zuo Liuying is no longer a Shintoshi Taoist priest, can she bear this pain?

Yang Qingyin flew to transfer Laojun's clutches to Zuo Liuying's forehead. Pei Zihan held Xiao Qingtao.

Zuo Liuying raised her eyebrows slightly, but her eyes were as clear and quiet as usual. Perhaps because she lost the inner alchemy of Guan Shen, she had a little less arrogance in her eyes.

The fire of Taiyin shrinks rapidly.

Yang Qingyin immediately felt something was wrong. Zuo Liuying's blood was as sticky as overcooked syrup. Laojun's magic clutch could only be sucked in bit by bit, which was not enough to maintain the fire of the moon.

Zuo Liuying's inner alchemy is only inhaling. It is higher than Xiao Yao and not as good as Xiao Qingtao and Xin Youtao. It has the strongest resistance to Laojun's clutches.

The onlookers were confused, but Mu Xingqiu snorted coldly, he could see what was going on.

Zuo Liuying pinched the Taoist fire technique with his right hand, while his left hand kept changing the magic technique. After a moment, his blood flowed smoothly and the Taiyin fire grew stronger again.

It has been growing stronger, from ten to fifteen to twenty feet, and then twenty feet, creating an upward passage surrounded by the fire of the hidden dragon.

"It's too fast!" Yang Qingyin said in surprise. Based on her understanding of the fire of the Yin, Zuo Liuying sacrificed blood too quickly. Although it can enhance the magic, it may also cause him to lose his life.

Zuo Liuying did not speak, nor did he stop sending blood. Not only that, he blessed the spells in the blood to help Yang Qingyin strengthen the fire of Taiyin. He was just inhaling the Taoist priest, but the spells he had learned were thousands of times that of ordinary low-level Taoist priests, greatly making up for the shortcomings in the inner alchemy realm.

The fire of Taiyin is rising higher and higher. Many demons understand Zuo Liuying's intentions, and only Fei Zu shouted loudly, "That's right, we can fly out through the fire of the hidden dragon!"

The fire of the hidden dragon limits most spells and magic, but the fire of the moon can open a channel.

It is simple to say, but not easy to do. The fire of the hidden dragon rises from the ground, and the flame height is probably hundreds or thousands of feet. After the fire of the Taiyin rises to fifty or sixty feet, the momentum gradually weakens, and it is still a long way from success.

"Bring other Taoists here." Zuo Liuying spoke. Although it was a commanding tone, there was a tremor in his voice. Even he could not bear the pain of taking the initiative to sacrifice.

Yang Qingyin understood Zuo Liuying's plan and used more Taoist blood to enhance the power of Taiyin Fire, but Xiao Hao, Xiao Qingtao and Xin Youtao have all sacrificed once - Yang Qingyin still decided to believe Zuo Liuying.

Lao Chi held Xin Youtao, Pei Zihan supported Xiao Qingtao, and the Holy Mother Wanzi held Xiao Hao and walked to Yang Qingyin. The other three fingers of Lao Jun's devil's clutch became longer and squeaked into the foreheads of the three Taoists, inhaling more blood. The fire of Taiyin grew rapidly again, rising higher and higher.

But the speed was still not fast enough, and all eyes were turned to Mu Xingqiu. He was also a Taoist priest, and blood could be used to sacrifice. Even if he had no intention of saving anyone, he should have some effort just to save himself.

Mu Xingqiu looked at all his eyes and did not feel that he had the obligation to help. He pointed at Meng Xu, who had accepted the method of re-destruction twice, but was still half dead. "She is also a Taoist priest, and her blood may not be very fresh, and maybe it can be used. And you, Pei Zihan, no matter how far you have walked on the road to transforming demons, there is an inner elixir in your lower dantian, so..."

Pei Zihan bowed slightly to Mu Xingqiu, "Thank you for your reminder."

"Don't call me 'Dao Zun', that's the kidnapping of me by the demon clan, and I don't want it at all."

"Thank you, Mu Xingqiu."

Pei Zihan turned to Yang Qingyin, "You can try it, I can stand it." He was as thin as a skeleton, and it seemed difficult to straighten his body. He was holding his cousin Xiao Qingtao with one hand. But he still had to accept the sacrifice in a sober state like Zuo Liuying.

Yang Qingyin nodded, and the last finger of Laojun's magic clutch quickly grew and pierced Pei Zihan's forehead.

The fire of the moon pierces into the body of a giant beast like a spear, and like a tornado breaking into the fog, trying to break out a ray of light in the boundless darkness.

Pei Zihan's ability to endure was far worse than Zuo Liuying. Although he didn't scream, his face was extremely distorted. He tried to say in a teasing voice: "I'm so disappointed. It seems that I'm really a Taoist priest."

He tried his best to transform into a demon. He even "dead" twice for this, but he still had the blood of a Taoist priest.

"It's about to pierce!" Fei Zu looked up at the sky, his voice trembling even more severely than the sacrificer.

The fire of the moon finally opened a safe passage, revealing the dark night outside. The pure night is embedded with few stars. This is the greatest light for the creatures in desperate situations.

Mu Xingqiu was the first to walk over, and he was about to fly out. There was nothing to be left to nostalgic about here. But he couldn't do it. The Taiyin Fire opened a passage in the Hidden Dragon Fire, but the blood umbrella could not rise that high, so he could not pass through the toxic white gas.

"We can only go out together." Yang Qingyin did not look at Mu Xingqiu. He said to several magicians: "Cast a spell and fly together, take everyone out, and don't leave one."

The blood umbrella array consumed some demon soldiers and killed more than a dozen fleas. There were more than 300 demon clans left, but only the magicians were the Holy Mother of Wanzi, Feizu and others, and it was a bit difficult to fly to the sky with so much burden. But no one objected. At this time, Yang Qingyin's words were an order.

The demons and several humans slowly rose up. In order to fly out of the danger as soon as possible, Mu Xingqiu had to share some weight. His eyes slowly swept over and saw the thin old wolf demon, the strong female wolf demon and the little demon in their arms. Without exception, his face was extremely panic. This might be the first time they flew into the sky.

It's useless burden, but it has nothing to do with me. Mu Xingqiu thought of this and turned his eyes down and saw Qi Yemeng.

The Wolf King is the only demon clan who is unwilling to leave the danger. He hopes that all demon clans and humans will die here, so he struggles desperately when he is forced to rise, and the blood on his back flows faster.

After rising to dozens of feet, Qi Yemenggu made a bet. He bit his tongue and spewed out a lot of blood. Although the blood umbrella expanded several times, the protection would disappear once the wolf king died.

Qi Yemeng shouted something in an vague voice.

"Use my blood!" All the demon races shouted almost at the same time, and they all understood the severity of the situation.

"I will take turns using your blood, and no one will die." Yang Qingyin said that she could not choose a magician who was taking everyone to fly, nor could she choose a flying demon, but could only choose sacrifices among ordinary demon clans.

She only took a short time for each round of sacrifice. Strangely, the selected one did not make a terrible scream this time, but endured the pain silently.

Only Qi Yemeng below was still laughing, slowly the laughter disappeared, he still rose with the team, but it was already a corpse, and no one felt sad about the death of the Wolf King.

Halfway through the passage, the darkness above the head became clearer and clearer. At this moment, Yang Qingyin said to Mu Xingqiu: "You should see what the Wolf King will end."

"You should think about Fangfang's fate." Mu Xingqiu said coldly, glanced at the Frost Soul Sword in Yang Qingyin's hand, but he didn't have any urge to get it back - he didn't care at all.

The next period was very quiet. Yang Qingyin focused on casting spells and thought nothing. When she was about to rush out of the sea of ​​fire, she spoke again, "Leave the straw hat."

The magic-patterned straw hat is still on Mu Xingqiu's head. If Xiao Hao and others need to accept the method of re-destroying, they cannot do without this straw hat, and the owner of the straw hat is obviously leaving.

Mu Xingqiu took off his straw hat and threw it on the bald man's head, without any regrets.

"Brother Xiaoqiu, take me with you, you can go anywhere." The bald man said timidly. He had no heart, but felt heartbroken.

Mu Xingqiu had no answer at all.

Finally, the fire of the hidden dragon flew out. The night was deep and the strong wind was howling. The survivors were almost crying excitedly. They just had to fly north for several miles and they could completely escape from danger.

Mu Xingqiu regained most of his magic power, just flew his own flight, opened his mouth, and spit out an inner pill, "From now on, I have nothing to do with you and Taoist throne."

The inner alchemy left Mu Xingqiu's fingers and drew an arc and fell into the sea of ​​fire.

"Brother Xiaoqiu..." The bald man's cry was useless. Mu Xingqiu rushed into the night with another inner elixir from the Niwan Palace, feeling unprecedented freedom.

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