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The little figure stood on the pavilion, with a small ball of faint fire above his head, as if a cat was lying lazily beside his owner, sleeping soundly. Mu Dong'er unconsciously shook the copper bell in her hand, looking at the South China Sea in the night, unable to bear it anymore, turned around and said, "I'm going to find my mother, can you stay here?"

Tuoyong was concentrating on contacting the "distant ancestor". Shen Jiyi had been watching Mu Dong'er for a while, and said with a slight xiao: "If you are willing to believe me, don't leave. Your mother will definitely come back before dawn."

"How do you know?" Mu Dong'er believed Shen Jiyi, but she just wanted to ask clearly.

"Because your mother and I are Taoist priests, we can understand each other." Shen Jiyi waved to let Mu Donger come over, looking at the small fire ball above his head, and whispered to himself: "Always say that the Dao Fire is not extinguished, how many people have seen the burning Dao Fire? The ancestors voluntarily sacrificed their lives for this fire, and the Taoist priests still allow this fire to fall outside. It's strange."

Mu Dong'er was confused when she heard it, "It's not called Daohuo, it's called Tonglinghuo. Look, I can command it to fly around with the copper bell."

Mu Dong'er shook the copper bell lightly, and the Daohuo flew around his head and returned to the original place. He was very happy to show off his skills organically, and even forgot to worry about his mother for a while, "I destroyed a big ship with the copper bell fire, and this half-demon general can testify."

Takuyong didn't say anything. Shen Jiyi raised his arm, stopped halfway, and asked in a harmonious voice: "Can I see this fire?"

"Of course." Mu Dong'er took a few steps closer. He was short, and the small fireball above his head was just level with Shen Jiyi's eyes. "Be careful, Tong Linghuo has a bad temper, and his mother and bald man have been burned... In fact, I blamed me for not controlling it well, but I was still young at that time."

Shen Jiyi did not summon any magic weapon, and his right hand slowly approached the fireball. When the distance was less than one foot, his progress speed was slower, and he moved the holes inch by inch. When the distance was about five inches, he stopped completely.

The heat emitted by the Taoist fire does not gradually weaken, but has a clear boundary, with no heat outside of five inches. It is a little bit roasted within five inches, and there is also a clear repulsive force.

"The Dao Fire is not extinguished." Shen Jiyi's voice became lighter and lighter, his arms did not move, and his five fingers were slowly bent, confronting the repulsive force.

Mu Dong'er frowned. He admired the Taoist priest in white, but it was not enough to keep him in his heart. "Master Shen, don't get too close to the copper bell fire. I feel it, just like my fingers reaching into my mouth, it's not very comfortable."

Shen Jiyi laughed and slowly retracted his arm. Suddenly, his arm was still holding onto the Daohuo with his five fingers. The Daohuo was five inches away from his palm, as if he was locked in a transparent cage. The lazy and sleeping kitten woke up, rushing left and right, but was unable to escape the control of his palm.

Mu Dong'er shook her head while shaking her head, shouting angrily: "Let go, I have a headache!"

"You don't even have a pure inner alchemy. What's the use of this ball of Taoist fire?" Shen Jiyi's voice was still as calm as before, but his palms were tighter.

The anger in Mu Donger's heart came as soon as he said it. But this time he was bound, like a wild beast falling into a trap. The more he tried to jump out, the more serious the injury was. No matter how he shook the copper bell, the fireball above his head could not rush out. As his palm gradually closed, he felt as if he was stabbed into countless steel needles.

Tuoyong, who was nearby, suddenly spoke. He was too focused and didn't even notice the scene beside him. Turning his head and seeing the two of them seem to be competing for fireballs, he was stunned for a moment, and what he should say was still coming out, "I finally replied, but it was strange that the one who spoke not the far ancestor of the Tuo clan, nor Mu Xingqiu, but... but Yi Shijun!"

Yi Shijun is famous among the demon clan. Tuoyong suddenly heard his voice, which was extremely shocked.

Shen Jiyi let go of his hand, Mu Dong'er took a big step back, staring at him, and the fireball above his head suddenly became bright.

Shen Jiyi said, "This fire has great wonders, do you know all about it?"

"Aren't you going to steal my copper bell fire?" Mu Dong'er was confused again.

Shen Jiyi answered with a smile and turned to Taoyong, "What did Yi Shijun say?"

"He said...he said..." Tuoyong coughed twice, deliberately hiding his swear words before continuing: "Yashan says nothing if you have anything to say. Mu Xingqiu is now my prisoner, so why don't you have time to talk to Yashan?"

Shen Jiyi snorted lightly, not believing that Mu Xingqiu would be the captive of Yi Shijun, “Tell him, Shen Jiyi of Yashan…”

"Yi Shijun said that he could see you and hear you speak, um..." Tuoyong did not say the last two words, feeling uneasy, feeling that he could not only hear mysterious voices, but also possessed by something.

Shen Jiyi showed a slight slight again, "This is better. I am Yashan Shen Jiyi. I withdrew from the Taoist throne a year ago, but I did not hand over the inner alchemy. Thanks to the group of demons invading Taoists, the Taoist throne found that only by removing the Taoist inheritance in the Niwan Palace, the connection between the inner alchemy and the Taoist throne can be cut off. Therefore, those who later withdrew did not need to vomit the elixir."

The smile on Shen Jiyi's face was almost ridiculous, because a group of Taoist priests, including Zuo Liuying, were working hard to re-cultivate the inner alchemy, but he retained the pure Taoist inner alchemy, which was stronger than them.

"I voluntarily withdrew from the Taoist throne and stayed in the mortal world. In order to reward me, Master Yashan invited eleven Shintoshi from each Taoist throne to work together to strengthen my inner alchemy with the water of the sword washing pool."

Shen Jiyi put away his smile and his expression became cold, "I am now at the first level of Xinglou. Unfortunately, my inner alchemy has stopped here and can no longer be improved. Only the divine tree can come up with a way to solve this problem. It is the source of power and the source of all dharmas. Mu Xingqiu, I will give you three days to find a new method for me from the divine tree, which can allow me to continue practicing. If you can't do it, I'm sorry, I can only risk using the Taoist fire above Mu Donger's head to make a try. Whether I succeed or not, he will die."

"Huh?" Mu Dong'er finally understood that this white-clothed Taoist priest who was out of the world actually had no good intentions in his so-called "relatives".

Shen Jiyi continued to speak to Tuoyong, "In three days, you will have another three days. There are many people on the island, Duan Caihao, Mu Songxuan, Yang Qingyin... It seems that there is a little demon."

"The little demon is called Feifei." Mu Dong'er said, stepping back, not trying to escape, but preparing to cast spells. In his little heart, there was no idea of ​​retreating.

Tuoyong's face changed color, and he said for a while: "Yi Shijun said...that...he didn't care about the life and death of these people, and wanted a new method. He found a way to rescue him. He also said that Mu Xingqiu would not live for a few days..."

Shen Jiyi slapped out a casual palm, and Tuoyong collapsed to the ground.

"You will not be used in three days." Shen Jiyi had no intention of negotiating.

The fireball above Mu Dong'er's head was already bigger than his head. He was eager to try, just waiting for the master to shake the copper bell.

Shen Jiyi recovered from his slightest moment, carrying his hands on his back, and had no intention of taking action at all, "What are you going to do?"

"You are not a good person. Maybe you are not a Taoist priest in Yashan at all." Mu Dong'er has not taken action yet because the change from worship to hostility is too great. For him who has no experience, it will take some time to accept it.

"You misunderstood. Within three days, Mu Xingqiu will definitely come up with a solution, so I won't use your Taoist fire and will not kill you. Although Mu Xingqiu is not an orthodox Taoist priest, he has some ability, and - the thing he doesn't look like a Taoist priest is that he cares too much about the so-called relatives and friends. You are his son. Even if he dies himself, he will not let you be hurt. Yi Shijun is a liar. He has not captured your father at all. Maybe he is the prisoner."

Shen Jiyi's tone was still so elegant and gentle, but Mu Dong'er became more and more shocked as he heard it. The faces of half-demon general Taoyong only surprised him, while the Taoist priest in white made him feel scared.

"Go to die!" Mu Dong'er didn't need more evidence, and the copper bell flashed. A large fireball hit Shen Jiyi more than ten steps away.

This fireball is enough to destroy half of the demon warship, and it is not so useful to Taoist priests who are at the first level of Xinglou. Shen Jiyi stretched out his right hand and blocked the fireball five feet away. He said lightly: "Your inner alchemy is only at the fifth level of inhalation, and it is also a complicated inner alchemy of a casual cultivator. Dao Fire is not a toy, it is too powerful for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the copper bell in Mu Dong'er's hand disappeared and fell into Shen Jiyi's hand. The Taoist fire that had lost control suddenly became larger, but it still could not break through the restriction of the Taoist priest. It flew up and down, left and right, and suddenly returned to the size of his fist, returned to Mu Dong'er's head, and refused to attack again.

Shen Jiyi glanced at the copper bell in his hand, "Master Pangshan is really generous. He actually left you a fire golden bell. It is enough to use it to deal with the demon clan, but you must remember that Yongyuan should not show the treasures you do not deserve in front of the Taoist priests."

Mu Dong'er's face was flushed and his anger surged up. He knew that he was too far from the other party, and he would suffer even more when he tried rashly, but he still couldn't help it. He was more stubborn than his father Mu Xingqiu and more arrogant than his mother Yang Qingyin. His short career in his practice has not polished these two points into a relatively gentle character.

Mu Dong'er jumped up and rushed towards Shen Jiyi horizontally. The Taoist fire above her head exploded again, like a burning arrowhead.

Shen Jiyi still had just one move, raised his right arm and easily blocked Mu Dong'er. Compared with the Taoist fire just now, Mu Dong'er's own power was really weak.

"You should practice demon pills." Shen Jiyi shook his head, "Maybe you never knew that the person who made a relationship with your mother should have been me. The two of us gave birth to children will never be as angry as you, and they will not condense into miscellaneous inner pills. Everything is blamed for Mu Xingqiu. His blood affects you. With one step, you can change your path from Taoist sect to a casual cultivator. This is destined, no one can help you, you can only accept it. Maybe you will become an amazing casual cultivator. And I have another purpose in this trip, which is to correct the mistakes of fate and create another genius for Taoist sect."

Mu Dong'er couldn't understand what Shen Jiyi was saying, but her hatred for him had reached its peak.

"Don't think about it." A timid voice came from a distance, and the little demon Feifei jumped out of the sea.

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