Yang Qingyin's enthusiasm was also aroused. Zuo Liuying, Long Mo and Lan Qizhang would not die for no reason. It is even more worthwhile to destroy Shen Jiyi who was possessed by the magic of elixir. Only Mu Xingqiu can connect the strange behaviors of the three of them together.

No wonder the Taoism has created doubts.

Not only Meng Xu, but the memories of several casual cultivators in their dreams were aroused, but the Taoist priests did not disclose more information to them. Are all the Taoists also hiding in the Demon-Pulling Cave? Why can't they directly check the Demon-Pulling Cave? No one knows.

Yang Qingyin and others only confirmed one thing, Zhibubang was indeed locked up in the Demon-Battle Cave.

There are very few things Zuo Liuying wants to do that are unsuccessful. If there is anyone in this world who can save Mu Xingqiu, who else can besides him?

Yang Qingyin felt that she was going crazy, so she immediately boarded the flying dragon boat and headed to the place where the magic of the elixir shone. There was a big pit left there, with no plants and trees, and birds and beasts disappearing. She and hundreds of demon clans searched carefully, but found nothing. Then they expanded the search range, which was ten miles, thirty miles, fifty miles, and hundreds of miles... They used all the magic and magic that could be used, but they still found nothing.

Yang Qingyin returned to the sea and searched the surrounding area of ​​the Demon-Suppressing Island completely, but it was all futile.

Five days later, the search was still going on, and Yang Qingyin was exhausted. She had not yet condensed into an inner alchemy and could not stand the fatigue day and night.

Meng Xu became the spokesperson of the Taoist dynasty. He would have a dream every two or three days, and get guidance from a mysterious voice. After waking up, he led the demon invading cultivators to a new location to find clues with more effective new magic. After several times, she could never dream of Zhaoshan again.

Taotong obviously feels that the problem has been solved.

Xiao Hao did not participate in the search. Apart from eating and sleeping, she sat opposite Zuo Liuying most of the time. Sometimes when she was tired, she leaned against the fleas and others talked to her. She didn't reply, but just occasionally looked up and smiled.

For a whole month, all the enthusiasm was extinguished one after another: Meng Xu no longer received the dream of Taoism, Mu Xingqiu was gone, and Zuo Liuying's body was slowly drying up.

The Taoist Priest of the Gods has long since left the mortal fetus, and even if he vomits pills, he becomes a casual cultivator. His body will not rot, but will slowly wither, and the flesh and blood will disappear, leaving only the skin and skeletons.

Xiao Yao's condition was becoming more and more worrying, and she fell into a state of obsession. Even though that handsome face had become a skinny skeleton, she still watched with relish.

That morning, Yang Qingyin got up from her sickbed, walked out of the tent and found that it was snowing outside. Another winter came. All the cultivators had returned to the Demon Suppression Island. The flying dragon boat no longer searched everywhere. No one knew what to do next. Waiting in a daze, like a group of refugees who had no way out in a sudden disaster.

The bald man flew over immediately and looked at Yang Qingyin with concern. He used to search for traces of Mu Xingqiu day and night, but now he cares more about me, "You shouldn't get up and have a good rest. There is nothing outside that needs you to worry about."

Yang Qingyin tried hard to squeeze out a smile, "I have nothing to rest. Bald man, go to the boat to invite Lao Chu, Sandalwood Burning and Ouyang Lei. I have something to say."

The bald man was not very relieved and stared at Yang Qingyin for a while before leaving barely.

Twenty demon invading scattered cultivators gathered here. They were once Taoist priests, and even if they became scattered cultivators, they were a unique group of people.

"Sorry." Yang Qingyin said sincerely, "I told myself to cheer up again and again, but I always gave up halfway. I hope everyone will give me another chance, follow me, and fight with me."

The casual cultivators did not speak.

Yang Qingyin looked at the Gan brothers, "I hope I will be the leader of everyone, because... I am ready."

The two brothers performed the Taoist rituals to Yang Qingyin at the same time, and the other casual cultivators followed suit. Yang Qingyin didn't even have an inner alchemy, but she had a wider influence among humans and demon clans. This alone was enough to become the leader, not to mention that she also inherited part of Mu Xingqiu's reputation.

Yang Qingyin also thought so. The position of leader is not only a power, but also her responsibility. Instead of falling ill for Mu Xingqiu and protecting an isolated island, it is better to do something more meaningful.

Lao Chong, Sandalwood Burning and Ouyang Lei are here.

"The flying dragon boat will set off tomorrow morning," said Yang Qingyin.

"Where to go?" Lao Chi asked blankly, feeling that the Spirit King was a little different, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

"I will tell you tomorrow, try to store as much supplies as possible, which may be far away."

"yes."

"Tell me, how has the situation been going on outside this month?"

Ouyang Lei replied: "The demon priests either died or fled, and their country was restrained a lot, and they took a defensive stance and did not fight with the Holy Talisman Dynasty again. The two sides were in a stalemate. The place of demons was not very stable. It is said that a large army of Bingkui appeared. I don't know who was commanding it. The Virgin of Wanzi was retreating to the southeast, and there was still no news from Fan Wang Jincuo. My master Hong Futian summoned many casual cultivators and was fighting with the betrayed vassal states. That's about this."

Yang Qingyin asked a few questions and asked the bald man to send them away. The demon clan and casual cultivators on the boat have been using Yang Qingyin as the Spirit King for a long time, so there is no need for her to declare again.

Then she walked towards Xiaohao on the other end, and twenty casual cultivators were waiting in place, all thinking that Yang Qingyin was doing something thankless.

Xiao Hao looked very tired, wearing a straw hat and lay on the flea, still staring at Zuo Liuying's face, even though this face no longer looked like it used to be.

"The Taoist priests will not rot, they dry up very quickly. It's only been a month." Xiao Haotou said without raising his head.

Yang Qingyin knelt beside Xiao Hao, brushed away the snowflakes on her head and shoulders, "Zuo Liuying is dead."

"Um."

"Hope is a powerful spell that can inspire power and destroy morale."

Xiao Hao smiled on his face, "That's what I should say."

Yang Qingyin also smiled, "It's time to set off, I'm still waiting for you to tell me the destination. From now on, I am Mu Xingqiu, leading everyone to take action, you are Zuo Liuying, and you must point us in the direction."

Xiao Hao sat up, "Actually, my eyes were as confused as everyone else, and I couldn't see the future at all."

"Zuo Liuying can't, otherwise he wouldn't have changed from a Shintoshi to a step by step... today, but he can always give in to the mystery, even his death is the same. You know Zuo Liuying more than us, so you have to explain his intentions."

Xiao Hao was silent for a while, "Zuo Liuying left me something."

“What is it?”

Xiao Yao pointed to the skeleton opposite, "His flesh and blood did not disappear, but turned into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This is the gift he gave me. I accepted it, but it has not been completely absorbed."

Xiao Hao stood up, walked behind the skeleton, pressed his hands on his head, and said in an unprecedented serious expression: "Zuo Liuying is not dead."

The demon invasion cultivators came over and looked at Xiaohao with sympathy. The clever and weird girl who used to be, who never grew up is now so haggard and even has a bit of vicissitudes of life.

Yang Qingyin and Flea also stood up, and she heard a certain deep meaning from Xiao Wei's words.

"He left his body to me, and his soul entered the sprint." Xiaohao said loudly, not caring about his words being heard by others. "Zuo Liuying's soul will eventually return to the world, and my task is to protect this body."

Xiao Hao took off her straw hat and put it on Zuo Liuying's head. Under the gaze of everyone, the skeleton shrank upwards into the straw hat without leaving any trace. Xiao Hao put the straw hat back on her head, which was different from Zuo Liuying. She raised the brim of the hat high, revealing the bright smile on her face and face.

"The great road has been destroyed, and there are all things. Zuo Liuying has actually chosen a road for us." Xiao Hao's voice was very confident, and the future was still confused, but she felt in a direction. Since she was walking in the fog, she could not rely solely on her eyes.

Everyone looked at Xiaohao in surprise. Her changes were so obvious, her haggardness and vicissitudes disappeared, but she did not return to her clever and strangeness as before. She was like a ball of fire, suddenly turning from wisps of blue smoke into flames.

"There is no method that makes us stronger than the Taoist dynasty and the demons in a short period of time. If we want to fight the demons, we must find another way. Zuo Liuying sets an example-" Xiao Hao pointed at the fleas, "It is better to practice spiritual beasts than to practice yourself. Of course, strange beasts can do it too."

Xiao Hao took out the little turtle. Youliao seemed to know that this moment was very special. He raised his head high, which was quite a bit of a kingly aura.

Everyone looked at each other. Qilin and Xuanwu did show their strong strength, but changing from self-cultivation to cultivating beasts was beyond their ability to bear.

The bald man had already flew back and said loudly: "Even Zuo Liuying can practice Qilin, what can you hesitate about?"

Zuo Liuying's beast cultivator is more like a desperate choice. If this is the direction he pointed out, it is indeed very dangerous.

"I think it is feasible. Some spiritual beasts and strange beasts are born with divine power. If you practice properly, you will be an extremely powerful force." Yang Qingyin was the first to express his opinion, but he was also confused. "The key is where to find so many spiritual beasts and strange beasts? Ordinary ones cannot do it. They must be fleas, and Youliao is the right one."

"This is where we are going. We are traveling all over the world that has not been occupied by the demon forces, and looking for powerful enough spiritual beasts and strange beasts." Xiao Hao raised Youliao higher, "First of all, we need to find two other Xuanwu, Destroy the World and Feixiao, Xiao Youyou will help."

Youliao turned her head and looked at Xiaohao blankly, as if she couldn't remember that she had made a similar promise.

The Gan brothers looked at each other, and their elder brother Gan Zhiquan shouted: "I agree."

The casual cultivators agreed in unison, even Meng Xu was no exception.

"The Dao Fire is not extinguished." Yang Qingyin felt that these four words could represent his mood more, "even if it burns in the body of a wild beast."

"The Dao Fire is not extinguished." Everyone agreed in unison, hoping to ignite again. Everyone has a feeling that this time's hope has nothing to do with the Daotong.

Xiao Hao inserted Zuo Liuying's bamboo stick into the reef, rose into the air and flew towards the warship not far away, and never looked back.

Yang Qingyin was the last one to leave the island, just like Xiao Hao believed that Zuo Liuying was not dead, she also had a belief that she did not mention it to anyone.

She believed: Mu Xingqiu was not far away.

(This volume ends) (To be continued)
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