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There is a simple and simple name in the town facing Dong Town, which is more than 200 miles away from Tuoshan. When the weather is good, standing on a hill outside the town, you can vaguely see the towering Tuoshan Mountain. It is said that it is the birthplace of the royal family of the Sacrifice Kingdom, and the Tuo surname comes from this.

An Pictograph was used to issuing orders, so she asked Mu Xingqiu and Yang Chuang to stay in the only inn in the town without asking for advice. He took Guo Dongyou to explore the way, "Tuoshan has heavy troops. It's too dangerous for you to go here. Wait here, don't walk around."

Yang Chuangshou was by Mu Xingqiu's side and just covered up his guard's identity. "This is for your own good. You don't know how dangerous it is. As long as your name is leaked, it will immediately attract a group of magicians."

Yang Chuang has a kind appearance and always smiles. He doesn't drink, but has a red nose. This nose has gained the favor of a bald man and can respond to what he says, so that he will not become an embarrassing self-talk.

"Brother Xiaoqiu is not afraid of magicians, and he is not afraid of any number of people coming." Bald man stared at the red nose intently, as if it was a ripe and bright fruit. There was a question he had been enduring for a long time, and finally said it, "Why don't you make your nose a little normal?"

Yang Chuang touched his nose and smiled and said, "This is a family characteristic. My grandfather, father, son, grandson, great grandson, and many grandsons all have such noses, so I have to keep them."

"Do you have a son?" The bald man became even more curious.

"Well, two. The boss wanted to be a Taoist priest, but he had no Taoist roots, so he went to find a casual cultivator to become a disciple, but he never returned. There was no news anymore, and he had probably died for a long time. The second brother was more responsible, an ordinary mortal, and had died for many years. However, he left behind many descendants, and there were about hundreds of people, most of which I had never seen before."

Even Mu Xingqiu was a little curious, "Are the fate of ordinary people or the fate of Tao?"

"Fanyuan, I was still young at that time. I was about forty years old. I really fell in love with that mortal woman. I waited until she was about to die before she could kill the fate. It took a lot of time. Originally, I might have risen to the seventh level of Xinglou, but I encountered the sighing disaster at the first level of Xinglou. But there is also an advantage. If I cut the fate thoroughly, I don't need to make a Taoist relationship."

Yang Chuang was still smiling, as if talking about other people’s past. “So you don’t have to worry. No matter what disaster you have, letting it go naturally is the right way. The more you think about it, the more you get entangled.”

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything, but the bald man nodded deeply and had a better impression of the old man with red nose. "Look at you, you are a good person. How could you get along with a bad Taoist priest like An Xiangying?"

An Zixiang laughed, "You are really an interesting head. An Zixiang's realm is higher than me and his brain is smarter than me. The key is that I hate making decisions the most, and it is also related to this. An Zixiang is not a bad person, but it is no wonder that he is very powerful. He almost reached the level of God-oriented, but he spent too much energy to organize the books of Taoism, but he failed."

There was a noise outside the house, and the bald man was immediately attracted to him and posted it on the window for a while, "Where do you want to sell money? Everyone goes to watch the fun. Is the country of sacrificing life so poor? Even money is a rare thing."

Yang Chuang smiled, "It's not about selling silver, it's about selling human flesh. The demon clan is called the 'Human Meat Club'."

"Human flesh?" The bald man was startled and flew back to Mu Xingqiu, "Really human flesh? It's in broad daylight?"

Yang Chuang nodded, "The country of Sacrifice has been vain to the Holy Talisman Dynasty for a long time, and humans have also scattered in the territory. It is estimated that the King of Sacrifice surrendered to Wangshan and completely broke up with the Holy Talisman Dynasty. The demon clan became bolder and began to massacre the humans around him."

"Don't we go and save people?" Although Bald man has a good relationship with many demon races, he still thinks he is a human being and is difficult to accept as selling human flesh.

"It's just some ordinary mortals. This is the hinterland of the country of sacrificial life. Where can I send them after I rescue it? Besides, the Holy Talisman Dynasty is probably slaughtering non-demons and half-demons. Everyone has nothing to make a fuss about each other. Anyway, we're fine. I often pretend to be a demon clan, and you pretend to be alike and will not be suspicious."

The bald man looked at Mu Xingqiu.

"If we want to avoid doubt, we should go and see this 'Human Meat Club'."

The bald man nodded immediately, but Yang Chuang became alert, "I heard that you are a smart Taoist priest, so don't do stupid things."

"Let it go with the flow, the more you think about it, the tighter it gets." Mu Xingqiu answered in Yang Chuang's words just now, taking the lead in walking out the door.

Yang Chuang was slightly stunned, and rushed to the door in one step, reaching out to block the way, "We can go and see the fun, but we are not allowed to interfere. We must follow the local customs and follow the rules wherever we go. Even Zuo Liuying is no exception."

"What are you afraid of? It's my idea to come to Tuoshan, and it's my business to see the dragon demon. Will I destroy my plan for no reason?" Mu Xingqiu walked around Yang Chuang, pushed the door out, and bald man followed closely behind. As soon as he got outside, he hung himself on Mu Xingqiu's chest with two strands of hair, imitating the dull appearance of the magic head.

Yang Chuang was indeed not good at making decisions. He stood at the door and thought for a while before chasing him out, muttering: "Why can't you be more stable? Why do you catch up with human flesh at this time? Why do I give up living in seclusion? Alas."

The town is not big, but it is one of the main roads to Tuoshan. There are many people coming and going, some staying in hotels, and some camp on the side of the road. At this time, they all rushed to a hill outside the town, with seven or eight thousand demons.

Yang Chuang soon stopped complaining. Human flesh attracted almost all demon races, and it was indeed easy to arouse suspicion when he remained in the inn at this time.

As the sun sets, the monsters are very excited, especially the groups of little monsters who are even more idle, and most of the noise is made by them.

Mu Xingqiu noticed some interesting things.

The country of sacrifice is a half-demon country. Most of the demons in the town are half-demons. Occasionally, a few beasts and monsters are mixed together. At first glance, they are from other places. The appearance of the half-demon is not much different from that of humans, but the teeth and ears are different, and the hair is relatively thick. Most of them are wearing short clothes and long trousers like Mu Xingqiu, and only magicians wear long robes.

A considerable number of demons hold three statues in their hands. They hold them up from time to time to greet each other, as if a certain organization was celebrating a secret code.

"There are many believers here." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Of course." Yang Chuang lowered his voice, more nervous than Mu Xingqiu, who was the first time to come to the country of sacrifice, "The Ancient God Cult suddenly flourished decades ago. There is a kind of thunder character in the church. Have you heard of it?"

"Well, four mouths are thunder." Mu Xingqiu remembered it very clearly. Putting the four mouths together will not deform the words from any angle, indicating that the ancient Divine Church has no difference in saving sentient beings.

Obviously, humans and demons have their own understanding of "sentient beings" and do not include each other.

"It's very coincidental that Takushan is a towering lonely peak. It looks like a statue from a distance. What's more coincidental is that there are four small towns around Takushan, which are east, south, west, and north. The four towns are like thunder characters. I don't know who pointed this out first, but the church people are crazy about it. I think Takushan is the true body of an ancient god, so you see, it's very lively, and they all come to worship God. They are not here to burn incense to the royal family of the Sacrifice Kingdom."

The hill is bare, and there are already a large number of demons around the foot of the mountain, all of which stretch out their necks and look up the mountain.

Dozens of soldiers wearing leather armor walked around the demon group. When they saw a suspicious target, they asked the other party to open their mouths or lift their hair to reveal their ears to confirm whether they were the real demon clan.

Mu Xingqiu and Yang Chuang stood at the end, hundreds of steps away from the hill. Neither of their appearance had obvious characteristics of the demon clan. It soon attracted the attention of several demon soldiers and surrounded them from all directions.

"I'll deal with it, don't speak up." Yang Chuang whispered. He lived in seclusion in the country of sacrificial life for many years and knew how to deal with demon soldiers.

A demon soldier looked the two of them unceremoniously, "Where did you come from? You don't look like half-demons."

"We came from the capital. I am the magician in Wang Weijun." Yang Chuang said coldly, hoping to use his identity to force the demon soldiers to retreat.

Wang Weijun sacrificed his life to the country and had a high status. The magicians among them were highly respected. They would always gain the trust of the demons when mentioned, but this time they did not take effect.

Several demon soldiers looked at each other, but the demon soldiers were still the same, and said, "Wang Weijun has gathered in the capital and is about to go to the south to fight against humans. Why are you here in Tuoshan in the north?"

Yang Chuang was speechless for a while. They had been flying in a deserted place. They had not contacted the demon clan for a while and did not know Wang Weijun's new trends.

"You are not qualified to interfere." Yang Chuang could only resist to the end.

"The teeth and ears are exposed. The more I look at you two, the less they look like half demons. Maybe they are human spies." Several demon soldiers all reached out to hold the hilt of the knife.

It is of course easy to send a few demon soldiers, but in that way, they will reveal their identities and even besieged by demons. Yang Chuang hates this accident the most, and suddenly loses his mind and can't help looking at Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu didn't say a word, and the bald man on his chest suddenly lit up his eyes, opened his mouth and showed his uneven teeth, making a cruel look.

Several demon soldiers and the demon clans around were all shocked. Although magical heads are not uncommon in the country of sacrifice, there are not many who can make such vivid expressions.

The other three demon soldiers pulled the first demon soldiers away, "Forget it, no humans use this kind of thing."

"It is said that a guy who claims to be a demon master and a Taoist master has a strange head next to him..." A half demon who was obviously an outsider interrupted.

Several demon soldiers ignored him and walked away.

"Just this time, stop using illusions." Yang Chuang said seriously, he noticed signs of spells.

"It's not me." Mu Xingqiu also noticed it, and it was more clearly identified than Yang Chuang. "This is a magical magic of the demon clan. It may be that the Taoist priest of the mountain is nearby."

Yang Chuang's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly lowered his head, "Oh no, the Taoist priest who came to the mountain to see me..."

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