Yang Qingyin's pregnancy became increasingly obvious, and the anxiety in her heart also increased. She was no longer concerned about one person, but two people.

She hadn't felt Mu Xingqiu's emotions for a long time. The reason was unknown, but she did not give up and still insisted on taking turns practicing boxing with bald people every day. There was also the baby in her belly. Yang Qingyin was becoming suspicious, and always felt that one day Pang Shan would come to steal her flesh and blood.

Yang's mother happened to visit the island at this time, and soon noticed her daughter's coldness.

While practicing boxing on the top of the clock, bald man looked at the naval battles in the south. He was not enthusiastic about any Taoist priest.

Yang's mother brought a lot of items. After the placement was completed, she called Yang Qingyin into the tent. The tent was large and comfortable, but Yang Qingyin rarely lived here.

"There are more than two months left." Yang's mother stared into her daughter's eyes, sympathizing with her and feeling a little disappointed. Their fates were all the same, and they were unable to get rid of their mother's identity. "You should have a lot of rest."

"Um."

"The southern demon chaos is getting worse and worse. You have to be careful. The Taoist sect will not interfere. It may not be able to stop it just by relying on the hundreds of soldiers of the Holy Talisman Dynasty."

"Yeah." Yang Qingyin remembered the Demon-Slaying Society, but asked nothing.

"If the demon clan attacks the island, don't show off, just leave it to the Demon-Suppressing Bell."

Yang Qingyin finally couldn't help it and asked, "Mother, tell me the truth, what exactly is there in the Demon-Suppressing Bell?"

Yang's mother was stunned for a moment, "I don't know, but I think the ancestor must have blessed the powerful self-protection spell in the bell. The demon-suppressing bell is the treasure of the mountain and will not stay here without any protection..."

"I didn't mean that, what did the Demon-Suppressing Bell do to me?"

Yang's mother looked shocked, "To you?"

Yang Qingyin decided to make it open and honest. She had been thinking about these words for a long time and had to be able to ask clearly. "The impact of the demon-suppressing bell on the fetus is becoming more and more obvious, and I can feel it. The ancestor said that the demon-suppressing bell is used to help Mu Xingqiu, but it is actually aimed at the fetus. Is it right?"

Yang's mother was silent and said after a while: "I am just a smoke-swallowing Taoist priest from Pang Shan."

"But you're not ignorant."

Yang's mother was silent again.

"Mother. I have a guess." Yang Qingyin continued by himself, "If my child has a root of the vein, and even like Zuo Liuying, it has condensed into an inner alchemy before it was born, would Pang Shan take him away?"

"Daughter, you have something to do. I will not advise you to turn back, but do you really want to leave the baby in this chaotic world?" Yang's mother did not answer directly, and her face showed uncontrollable grief. "The situation was worse than expected before. More and more demons are openly seeking to rely on the demon priests in Wangshan, and even humans are swaying left and right. This world is becoming more and more dangerous. Even Taoists cannot walk alone, let alone a baby?"

"Is my guess correct?" Yang Qingyin seized on this question.

"I don't know." Yang's mother sighed, "I don't know. There are some prophecies about your child, but the child's father... I have no way of knowing how much the Daotong values ​​this child. I just think that no matter whether the child has inner alchemy or not when he was born, he should be with Pang Shan. The same is true for you. Even if Mu Xingqiu stands here, he will advise you to go back to Pang Shan, and he will not blame you."

Yang Qingyin smiled, just as a high-level Taoist priest could not explain some things to a low-level Taoist priest. She had a passionate robbery, but she could not tell her feelings to her mother who had already passed the robbery: Mu Xingqiu would not blame her for anything, but that was not something she cared about at all, she just had to stay here.

"Thank you, mother."

Yang's mother sighed again. Her daughter's stubbornness was already as expected. But she still felt it was hard to let go, "Don't do stupid things. Let everything go with the flow, and never do anything to the fetus. That will bring unpredictable dangers."

"How could I do such a thing?" Yang Qingyin smiled. Only the Taoist Swallowing Swallowing Sweats would have such concerns. Fang Xunmo, the founder of the Moon Ray Realm, would never have such doubts.

Yang's mother said goodbye, and she was deeply worried when she left.

Yang Qingyin seemed to be worried all day long. She was often distracted when practicing boxing. She believed that her guess was more and more correct. Tao Tong was waiting for the birth of a baby genius. As long as her child had inner elixir, she had to retire with Pang Shan. As a mother, she would never let her child vomit elixir.

Everything is under the calculation of the ancestor. The Taoist priest is not ignorant of love, but regards the seven emotions and six desires as moves that can be disassembled. When the ancestor uses the first move, he has already predicted the next series of changes, and he just needs to wait and see.

Yang Qingyin is a Taoist sect and has no intention of thinking about the higher Taoist priests too sinister, but their behavior is indeed a bit mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people. High Taoist priests rarely express their true thoughts, and what they want will always come to their doors on their own initiative.

Yang Qingyin knew that she had to seek guidance. She could not defeat the high Taoist priests and was already in a position of defeat before she could take action.

"Bald, I want to ask you something."

"No problem." The bald man flew over.

"Go to meet Zuo Liuying and ask me something."

"He is very far away from here, and it will take a month or two to go back and forth... I am not afraid of being far away and tired, but I am afraid that you will stay alone on the island without anyone taking care of you."

"I can handle it myself. Seeing Zuo Liuying's matter is very important, I can only trust you."

The bald man was in a dilemma and flew twice in the air, "Okay, I'll go see Zuo Liuying, what are you going to ask?"

Yang Qingyin couldn't say it anymore, "Tell him your memory on the island, and then ask him what I should do."

Yang Qingyin believed that Zuo Liuying could understand all this, and if he couldn't, he wouldn't be able to provide advice.

"It's easy to do this. OK, I'll set out now and try to come back early. Mother, you must be careful."

Yang Qingyin smiled and said, "Don't worry. Go find Ouyang Luo and let him take you there..."

The bald man had already flew away and headed south along the water, like a strange fish.

"Don't fight, please hide when you meet the demon clan!" Yang Qingyin shouted loudly, and suddenly began to worry about the safety of the bald man again.

The bald man answered with a whistle and soon disappeared.

Yang Qingyin continued to practice boxing near the Demon-Suppressing Bell. She had a premonition that she might never feel Mu Xingqiu's emotions anymore, but she still had to practice boxing, because only in this way could the fetus in her belly be calmed down.

Time passed day by day, and Mu Xingqiu still had no news, and the bald man did not come back. Half a month later, the emperor's grandson Fuci and several talisman masters came to visit.

They regarded the island as a palace. Without landing, they stopped on the sea dozens of steps away. This was the first time Fu Ci met Yang Qingyin. She did not be too polite and said directly: "Sorry, Taoist Yang, we must retreat, there are more and more demon soldiers, and the two human vassal states in the southwest are preparing to betray the Holy Fu Dynasty and surrender to the sacrificial country. If we continue to stay here, the retreat will be cut off."

"Please go back, thank you very much. You have been fighting hard for the past few months to ensure the quietness of the island. Please thank Princess Xijieguo, Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao on my behalf. I'm sorry I can't go to Huangjing in person."

Fu Ci bowed slightly, "The demon seed has not yet emerged, the war has been burned, and the Holy Fu Dynasty will never give up. I hope to fight side by side with Taoist Yang in the future."

Yang Qingyin performed the etiquette of Taoism, "There must be this day, and the Holy Talisman Dynasty will never fight alone."

Fu Ci led the talisman masters away, but only Liu Ding stayed. He bowed deeply to Yang Qingyin, but said nothing and turned around to chase his companions.

The army of the Holy Talisman Dynasty evacuated that night, leaving behind many talisman restrictions and traps. The next day, the demon clan launched a tentative attack, and on the third day, the demon clan and the island were unobstructed.

Yang Qingyin didn't care about these things and still practiced boxing on time every day, thinking about practicing.

The demon clan in the south was approaching. On the fifth day, Yang Qingyin could see the dense figures of demon clans on the sea without using the eyes of the sky. There were at least two thousand, belonging to different tribes. They probably learned the lessons of Luo Yunqiao, the general of the country of Sacrifice, and no one dared to rush forward.

Yang Qingyin has had less rest from this time. Even if she thinks about it, she will sit near the Demon-Suppressing Bell.

At around the third o'clock in the evening, the demon race launched an attack. Dozens of magic tricks rushed from the air and from the bottom of the sea. They were brightly colored and fierce. This was not a sneak attack, but a formal declaration of war.

Yang Qingyin pressed her left hand on Zhong and cast her spell with her right hand, forming a long wall of fire on the edge of the island.

Generally speaking, the stronger the magic weapon, the higher the requirements for the caster. Just like those heavy weapons, only those who have the power can swing it. The Demon-Suppressing Bell is the most treasure of the Taoist throne, and Taoist Maestro Foxiao is not even qualified to use it. However, Yang Qingyin has established some connection with this bell. There is the help of the ancestor Fang Xunmo, and there is also the reason for her own efforts.

The fire wall is scattered on the edge of the island, only seven or eight feet high, but all magic tricks, whether flying from the sky or diving from the sea, are attracted when flying nearby, and they automatically enter the fire wall for roasting and turn into wisps of blue smoke.

The sound of trumpets rang one after another, followed by the roar of the demon clan. Yang Qingyin was very familiar with this. She thought, she didn't know if there were any demon clan she knew to participate in the battle.

More magic rushes over, like a group of ignorant poisonous snakes, struggling in the flames, one after another, and finally suppressing the fire. Some magic traits are no longer attracted and directly pounce on the targets on the island.

Yang Qingyin still pressed the clock with one hand and cast the spell with the other hand. She did not use all her strength. She just used a fireball and a fire knife to block the close-up magic, and then took the time to strengthen the fire wall in front to prevent it from extinguishing.

The demon clan is approaching, and the beast monsters are rushing in front. They have stronger resistance to spells and can withstand the scorching of the fire wall more than magic.

Yang Qingyin was also ready to let the demon clan taste the fire of Taiyin.

But at this time, the fetus in her stomach started to move around. Yang Qingyin's abdomen was as painful as a thorn, and beads of sweat quickly oozed out of her forehead. Only by continuing to practice boxing can the pain be stopped.

"Little bastard, are you going to kill us mother and mother?" Yang Qingyin wanted to hold on for a while, but the pain was too severe and she couldn't practice boxing around the Demon-Suppressing Bell.

The practice of boxing and casting cannot be performed at the same time, and the fire wall on the island side is rapidly weakening.

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