The devil-bearing Taoist priest from Wangshan came too coincidental. It happened to be the critical moment when Mu Xingqiu tried to kill the fate. Even if he woke up at this time, his strength was less than half. Yang Qingyin had to doubt that there was another reason behind such a coincidence.

Both Gao Fuwei and Yin Buchen were unreliable. One was forced to follow the team, and the other was in the team that no one could explain clearly. However, both of them were demons and knew very little about tragedy. It was impossible to accurately guess the time when Mu Xingqiu slayed the world.

Yang Qingyin temporarily put down his guess and smiled at the demon general Luo Yunqiao and said, "Surrendering to Wangshan is the decision of the King of Sacrifice. General Luo informed us of the message. Is it considered to be against the order?"

Luo Yunqiao looked upright, "As long as the demon clan who saw the various behaviors of the Taoist priests and Bingkui in Wangshan with his own eyes, he would not surrender to them. I hope that the Spirit King and the Dao Zun can arrive at the capital as soon as possible, and perhaps they have time to persuade the King of Sacrifice to stop the horse."

"Well, you are still a good demon with a clear mind. It's so lucky to have a general like you in sacrificing your country."

"The Spirit King has been awarded too much, but the situation is urgent now. Should I ask Dao Zun to come out and discuss it together?"

"What, do you think I can't deal with the devil Taoist priest alone?"

"Of course not. The Spirit King's magic is versatile and obvious to all. How dare I doubt the Spirit King's ability? If the Taoist Lord is inconvenient, it would be great if the Spirit King decides."

Yang Qingyin became more and more convinced that the nation's demons were tempting themselves. With a sudden inspiration, ▲ said casually: "Mu Xingqiu is slaughtering fate and will not be able to come out for a while. I will face this demonic Taoist priest. With General Lauro's troops to arrange troops, maybe our enemies will bring another group of ice creeks and need a big battle."

Luo Yunqiao was stunned, and became more and more worried about gains and losses, "Do you really don't need Dao Zun to take action?"

"He will take action when he needs it, and there is no need to disturb him when he doesn't need it. Go and send the order!" Yang Qingyin waved. A wave of wind blew towards Luo Yunqiao and other demon clans. Although the power was not very strong, they did not dare to resist and retreated with the flow and left the ban.

Luo Yunqiao was still unwilling to give up outside, "King Ling, please tell Dao Zun, we swear to guard the camp to the death. If he can come out, he will encourage everyone..."

Yang Qingyin summoned several magic weapons to strengthen the surrounding bans. He blocked the sound. Luo Yunqiao didn't know that, and he spoke passionately for a while before bowing and retreating.

Yang Qingyin continued to cast spells to make the ban stronger, at least blocking the attack of ordinary demon soldiers, and then giving orders to others, "Bald, go and guard Mu Xingqiu's illusion, and the little artemisia stays in its original place. Fleas, fly up to monitor the sky, don't have to be too high."

"Where are the two of us?" Gao Fuwei asked in confusion, "My talisman technique was not learned in vain. It is no problem to deal with hundreds of demon soldiers. The Spirit King must have also seen that the group of demon soldiers in the country of sacrificial power have bad intentions, right?"

"Yes, they have bad intentions." Yin Buchen was a little nervous, holding his hands together and rubbing them, "But as soon as the Ling King and Dao Zun made a move, he would immediately be defeated and fled in panic. The Ling King's Taiyin Fire was very powerful, and the Dao Zun's power was even more powerful..."

His eyes kept sweeping towards the illusion where Mu Xingqiu was. He also hoped that Dao Zun could come out to meet the enemy in person.

Yang Qingyin still didn't believe in these two demon races, "You just follow me and act according to the opportunity."

Gao Fuwei nodded, took out a few paper talismans and held them in his hands, and sacrificed two to go to the distance to check the situation. Yin Buchen's hands rubbed harder, "Is it okay for Dao Zun? The Spirit King is a plan to lure the enemy. He said Dao Zun is over the disaster. In fact, Dao Zun ambushed and is waiting for the demon Taoist priest to enter the trap, right?"

"You are quite smart." Yang Qingyin said with a smile.

"I... are not smart, hehe, just guess... guess, hehe, no matter who comes, I will give him a good look..."

The Taoist priest who became a demon did not appear immediately. Yang Qingyin felt that it might be that his strategy of using reality as a falsehood had taken effect, and the Taoist priests who were a demon dared not show up easily.

Although Zhou Qi won over a group of Taoist priests in Wangshan to become demons, it is impossible that they are all high-level Taoist priests. He is probably the only one in the realm of God-based divination. Even he was defeated by Mu Xingqiu. The tens of thousands of Bingkui sent thereafter were also defeated by a thought. The Taoist priests who came again naturally should be careful.

Yang Qingyin secretly tried the power of the sword-washing pool water. Although her inner alchemy level was not enough to completely drive Yashan’s treasure, she could only use a very small part of the power, but it was still very helpful to her Taiyin Fire. So she was not afraid of the demonic Taoist priest who came to her, but just hoped that Mu Xingqiu could survive the disaster safely.

The paper talisman sent by Gao Fuwei sent back the message, "The demon clan in the country of sacrifice is not a formation to prepare for war. They... surrounded us."

Yang Qingyin also saw that nearly two thousand demon soldiers were fully armed and walked out of the camp on the surface, but they did not gather together, but scattered everywhere, surrounding the Taoist priests' small camp. As long as they turned around, they could form a siege.

"Hey, Luo Yunqiao is almost unable to hold on. Have you two decided which side to stand on? It's still time to leave now, so I won't stop you."

Yin Buchen shrank, and his mouth was rumbled and he didn't know what he was saying, but Gao Fuwei looked surprised, "What does the Ling King mean? Do you not believe us?"

"I don't need to believe it. When Mu Xingqiu comes out, he can find out the truth with illusion." Yang Qingyin didn't want to pretend to be indifferent and said the doubts directly.

"I have a clear conscience and am not afraid of examination." Gao Fuwei said with his neck thorn.

"I'm asking my heart too..." Yin Buchen's second half disappeared.

"If I make a mistake, I will apologize to you...Shh, someone is here." Yang Qingyin held Laojun's clutch in her right hand and water droplets in her left hand. With the help of the sword-washing pool water, she could cast spells directly with her own blood, just one point, and there was no need to get blood from Xiao Wei anymore.

Judging from his outfit, the person who came was a Taoist priest from Wangshan, who was very old, with a crane-haired and chicken-skinned hairpin, and his small bun was overwhelmed. He was shaking in it. He was short and slightly hunched, looking even shorter. He leaned on a crutch half a head taller than him in his right hand. He walked staggeringly, but his speed was extremely fast. He soon arrived near and stopped more than ten steps outside the restriction.

Sunrise in the east.

The old Taoist priest looked at the restriction. He could see the invisible and colorless magic in the eyes of others, but he nodded while watching like admiring calligraphy and paintings. "It's not bad, a Taoist priest Fu Xia can set up such a restriction. It's amazing, with superb magic. His magical tools are also very powerful, especially magical tools."

The old Taoist priest's eyes easily penetrated the ban, stared at the clutches in Yang Qingyin's right hand, and soon turned to her left hand, "It's indeed a good magic weapon."

"Is Zhou Qi hungry and food? Even Taoist priests like you are pulled into the group." Yang Qingyin knew that the water in the sword washing pool in his palm was exposed, but she was not afraid. She secretly prepared to cast spells, and at the same time she winked at the others, telling them not to move around.

"If you hear the Tao, you will not be able to distinguish between the Tao. No matter how old you are, you will be a Taoist priest. Your heart for seeking Tao remains unchanged."

"Seeking the Tao? You're a devil."

"Haha, it's just an explanation. Are you Yang Qingyin from Pang Shan?"

"It's still necessary to ask, the demon soldiers outside must have told you all."

"I've seen you who were just a few months old, so old." The old Taoist priest raised his hand and gestured. "At that time, many Taoist priests judged you. I still remember what I said, 'This little girl belongs to fire, and it's a raging fire. Although the roots and bones are very good. I'm afraid she can't calm down and practice. If she can combine with Taoist priests of water after she grows up, she may be able to give birth to a genius."

Yang Qingyin is not Zuo Liuying, and she can't remember the events of her infancy. But the old Taoist priest's narration relieved her doubts, "Oh, it turns out that it's because of your nonsense. The Yang family of Pangshan always wants me to get along with the Shen family of Yashan. Who are you?"

"My surname is An, and my name is An Pictograph."

"I haven't heard of it."

"It's normal. I was originally a Taoist priest from Wangshan Cave Palace. I lived in seclusion after visiting the Nine Daotong in the year you were born."

"It turned out to be an old bookworm." Yang Qingyin still couldn't remember hearing the name of An Elephant, but she knew that the Cave Department was a subject that specialized in preserving Taoist classics. There were not many people, and Pang Shan did not even set up this subject.

"Haha, I have survived 893 years from a young bookworm to an old bookworm. Almost all the Taoist priests of Xingluo who are the same age as me have died."

It is indeed a long life for Taoist priest Xingluo to live to 900 years old, but Yang Qingyin did not have the heart to respect the elderly, and her face turned cold, "At such an old age, why don't you live in seclusion honestly and have to mingle with the Taoist priests who become demons? Can they make you live longer?"

"Well, I can live for at least four or five hundred years." An Xiying did not deny it, "Ah, the older I get, the more I fear death. When I was young, I was so excited that I could have something big to make myself sacrifice myself. Now I just want to keep this old bone. The Taoist fire is not extinguished, and I don't want to run out of oil and dry up the lamp. But this is not the reason why I came to you, let me see the water in the sword washing pool in your hand."

"I'm sorry, treasures should not be shown to others easily, even the Taoist dictatorship must abide by this rule."

An Xiangying was not angry either. She held the crutch in both hands, as if she was exhausted and was about to stand up. "I heard that Yashan allowed the sword-washing pool water to fall outside, but we still refused to believe it. It was not until Zhou Qi almost lost his life that it finally proved that this matter was true."

An pictograph looked up at the sky, as if the person he was talking to had already flew up, "It is said that Taoist priests in Yashan are like merchants, famous for their cunning. Why do they allow the treasure to be divided into two? You must know that a drop of water also has the power of the entire sword washing pool. Both of them have the same roots, one is both deteriorated and one is prospered. If you destroy this drop of water, the sword washing pool will be done."

"Does Yashan believe in you and Mu Xingqiu very much? I don't know. If the rumors are credible, Yashan should hate you two very much, especially when the Taoist dynasty is about to retreat as a whole, the water in the sword washing pond should not be separated. There is a fraud, and there must be a fraud... Have you and Mu Xingqiu never doubted it?"

An pictogram withdrew his gaze and looked directly at Yang Qingyin.

"As long as you can defeat you, who cares if it is a deception? You are afraid of death when you are old, we are still young and are looking for death everywhere." Yang Qingyin sarcastically said. She and Mu Xingqiu had long had doubts, but they could not find any flaws, and Zuo Liuying couldn't explain why, so she let go of this matter.

"Then let me help you." An Qixiong sighed.

Yang Qingyin knew that the battle was about to begin, but to her surprise, the attack did not come from the An pictogram opposite, but from the sky.

The flea let out a low roar of the unicorn.

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