The ancestor Fang Xunmo's chin was hit by a pink fist. He raised his head slightly and felt the strange feeling.

Yang Qingyin immediately reached out to carry the baby back and retreated to the door of the tent. The bald man stood in front of him, looking like hesitating. Yang's mother was inexplicably frightened and hesitated for a moment, but stood next to her daughter.

The other high Taoist priests remained silent, as if nothing had happened before, and continued to cast spells with concentration to control the leaping fireball in the air.

There is only one good thing for Yang Qingyin. The baby stopped crying, no longer punched and kicked, but stared at the fireball in the air and stretched out his hands to reach it. Yang Qingyin had to hug him tightly. She lost her inner elixir and her strength became much smaller. She felt that the baby was really strong, and it seemed that she would fly out of her arms at any time.

Fang Xunmo suddenly laughed and took back the demon-suppressing bell floating on his shoulders. The bell became much smaller, just like a toy, "It's okay."

Another sixteen high Taoist priests each retracted their magic weapons. The fireballs in the air had been in full force for a long time, shot out like arrows from a string, and flew hundreds of feet on the frozen water in an instant.

High Taoist priests also have times of confusion. The way they show is to glance at each other and then wait patiently. The ancestors will explain what they should know. If they shouldn't know, it is useless to ask.

The fireball flew northward, and the sound of rupture was faintly heard in the ice sea below. The baby looked at the fireball persistently, so Yang Qingyin had to turn around, and thus became a back to the ancestor.

The ancestor seemed to have forgotten the punch just now, but the bald man still felt uneasy, "That... ancestor, you won't hold a grudge against a child's punch. He was just born and didn't know anything, and he didn't know anyone. He thought you were just a strange old man."

"I don't have the feeling of 'hate'." Fang Xunmo also looked at the fire and said calmly.

"But you have other emotions and like to make trouble behind your back." Even Yang's mother turned around and looked at the fire, only the bald man was still staring at the ancestor. "Maybe you will let others take revenge on you, and then this person still feels that everything is his own idea. I feel that this child is not very obedient now. I should teach you a lesson. To be honest, did you stuff this idea into my mind?"

Fang Xunmo smiled, "If it were me stuffed in, how could you have doubts?"

The bald man was confused again. At this moment, a loud noise came from behind him, attracting him too.

The fireball had already rushed into the solidified wave that was standing tall. After a moment, he turned around and returned, and then rushed out another hole. After this, the sound of the sound was endless. The waves were shaking slightly, and the ice surface hundreds of miles was also creaking.

"Wow, as soon as the huge wave breaks, can Brother Xiao Qiu come out?" The bald man reacted quickly at this time, so excited that he even wanted to fly to check it out.

Others also had similar doubts, but the ancestors did not speak. They did not speak, only Yang Qingyin was hopeful and took a step towards the shore. However, he was not lost and murmured: "The huge wave has loopholes, but nothing is out of it, which means...this means..."

"Zhibubang is no longer behind the huge waves." Yang's mother patted her daughter twice and said with certainty: "Mu Xingqiu cannot come out. Zhibubang is sealed by the nine most powerful treasures of the Taoist dynasty at the same time, which cannot be broken by any spell."

Yang Qingyin bit her lips and refused to speak, but the bald man was a little dissatisfied and whispered: "That's not necessarily."

The fireballs ran back and forth and knocked dozens of holes into the huge waves. Finally, the sound shook the sky. The huge waves collapsed and the shock waves came. The ice surface of the North Sea was completely broken, and the island was shaking violently, like a ship's general capsized. Although the bald man floated in the air, he felt the vibration and his face changed.

After a long time, the vibration disappeared, and the sea was covered with broken ice. The wonders created by the nine treasures of Taoism no longer existed, but after the huge waves, there was still a vast ocean, with no islands or human traces.

Zhibubang disappeared.

The bald man was dejected, and Yang Qingyin sighed softly. She had expected this to happen, but she was still a little disappointed.

The fireball flew back and floated in the sky three feet above the baby's head, like a fearless eyeball, staring at the high Taoist priest on the island.

The ancestor Fang Xunmo finally explained, "This son is carrying a soul."

"Ah." Yang Qingyin turned to face the ancestor, "The soul has reached him?"

The soul comes from Fangfang, and he possesses Feng Ruhui, Long Mo and Yang Qingyin, and this time he enters the baby's body.

Fang Xunmo nodded, "You and Mu Songxuan once felt Mu Xingqiu's emotions because they had nine treasures to help. Later, Mu Xingqiu could detect the emotions between you and the baby because of the soul."

"Can he feel me?" Yang Qingyin asked excitedly, she knew nothing about it.

"To be precise, the Frost Soul Sword felt it. Whoever the soul is on, the soul in the sword can feel its emotions, because they are originally one."

"Qin Lingshuang." Yang Qingyin gently spit out this name, feeling full of gratitude.

Fang Xunmo continued to talk, and more of it was to explain the confusion to other high Taoists, "When Shibubang was sealed, the sword soul and the soul were separated, and in the end, the sword soul cut off all the connections themselves."

The bald man was half clear and half confused and said, "Is the sword soul Fangfang's soul? I heard you say it seems that she is still alive. I remember Brother Xiaoqiu said that the reason why Fangfang's soul is different is because of the soul. She cut off the connection herself. Isn't that the same as suicide?"

"I can't see the situation in Zhibiao, so I can only make some guesses. The sword soul must have found a way to protect itself and no longer need a soul, so I burned the soul."

"Burning?" asked both Bad and Yang Qingyin at the same time, both hearing a trace of ominousness from it.

"I have no way of knowing the specific situation. The sword soul probably used its special connection with the soul to trigger the Far-Wild Ancestor Fire within the Stop Border, and copied it as it was here, so the soul turned into the Far-Wild Ancestor Fire, that is, the Dao Fire, leaving the baby's body."

Fang Xunmo looked at other high Taoist priests, "No spells were heard from the ban, the ban is still safe, the connection between the sword soul and the soul has been cut off, and no strange things will happen in the future."

Grandmaster Pangshan Yang Yannian took a step forward, "The Nine Daotongs have reached an agreement long ago. Whoever finds the soul first will own it. Yang Qingyin is a Taoist priest Pangshan, so the soul belongs to Pangshan, and the same is true for this group of Taoist fire."

Yang Qingyin snorted and looked down at her child. The baby was already asleep, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the smile seemed a bit like Mu Xingqiu. At this time, she only cared about this little thing. As for the soul fire, anyone who wanted to take it away.

High Taoist priests rarely showed a rift in front of outsiders. Yang Yannian's rights declaration was not recognized by all Taoist priests. The Yashan Grandmaster Shen Zangqi was the first to express his objection. "When the agreement was reached, the ancestor was not there, and many things were unknown to various Taoist priests. Now it seems that the agreement has many loopholes and there is no need to comply with it. Otherwise, Pang Shan had exchanged the right to select disciples from Yashan. Will he continue to implement it?"

The Taoist dynasty is about to retire as a whole, and the so-called right to choose disciples has become meaningless. Yang Yannian was speechless for a while. Shen Zangqi nodded to the Taoist priests and said solemnly: "The belonging of the soul and Taoist fire can only be decided by the ancestor."

As soon as this statement was made, everyone had no objection. Yang Yannian was slightly annoyed. He was the lowest in the nine masters and had the least qualifications. He was at a disadvantage in this debate, which made him very dissatisfied.

Fang Xunmo looked up at the fireball, then looked down at the baby, and repeated three times, saying, "This fire cannot be kept."

Yang Yannian resisted the impulse and did not speak, but Shen Zangqi felt regretful, "The soul fire can break the ban, although it is just a shell, its power cannot be underestimated, whether..."

Fang Xunmo shook his head, "This is Taoist fire, but it is not pure. Although it is a copy, it may still contain the power of the divine tree. It cannot be kept, it must not be kept."

Shen Zangqi bowed and retreated. Although he couldn't bear it, he stopped persuading him.

"Please return the tent to the tent. No matter what happens outside, you must keep a watch on the baby and don't let him come out." Fang Xunmo said politely.

Yang Qingyin nodded, walked to the door of the tent and turned around, holding the baby in one hand and pinching the Taoist fire technique with the other hand, and exerting the Taoist ritual to the ancestor. Fang Xunmo did not doubt the baby, and she was very grateful.

Yang's mother also followed her in. Her daughter did not have inner elixir and needed her help to control the baby.

The bald man stood by the door as usual and believed no one.

The soul fire moved with the baby and floated over the tent.

Fang Xunmo did not rush to take action, but observed for a while, then waved to a Taoist priest, took off the long hairpin from his head, and handed it to him with a small cloth bag.

All the high Taoist priests were surprised and walked over at the same time, standing opposite the ancestor, and had long been used to calmness, but at this time they showed a rich expression.

The Taoist priest who was called here first came from Wangshan. Taking over the long hairpin means acting as the Grandmaster of Wangshan. The small cloth bag contains all the items of Fang Xunmo, including the Wangshan treasure demon-suppressing bell.

This is not an ordinary entrustment, it is more like explaining the funeral.

"I have reached the year of nirvana. It is better to choose a sun than to hit the sun. That's today." Fang Xunmo slowly rose into the air, level with the soul fire.

The lifespan of higher Taoist priests is not infinite. They can usually premonition their own decline and prepare in advance to die with the most peaceful attitude. Fang Xunmo did live for a long time, but it is still a few years away from the average lifespan of Taoist priests who flew Yuemang, so there is no need to die so early.

But no one asked questions, and the ancestor would not joke with the higher Taoist priests. He said that the year of nirvana had arrived, and that was the arrival.

Fang Xunmo reached out to cast the spell, and the fireball slowly moved towards him, "The Dao Fire is not extinguished, the ancestor is just a boy who watches the fire. I am exhausted and cannot protect the Daotong's retreat, and I will not be able to lead the Daotong to fight against the demons in the future. The Daotong's retreat has been arranged, so please follow the rules. As for the 38th generation of ancestors, there is no need to rush to election. The first one to reach the realm of the Rim is the ancestor. Yes, it is the Rim. I have foreseeed the revival of the Taoist throne, and there will be great Taoist priests who are comparable to the previous generation."

The soul fire burned to the ancestor, and Fang Xunmo instantly became a fire man. His voice came from the fire, and he was still calm and composed, "All things have fixed numbers, and fixed numbers can be broken."

"The Taoist fire will not be extinguished."

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