The unique sultry air in summer is swaying in the forest, like a strong man who just woke up from a nap, dizzy and full of resentment. He couldn't wave his fist and smash something, but he didn't even have the strength to put on his shoes. However, some people didn't believe in evil and insisted on running over to provoke at this time.

There is a lonely peak more than a hundred miles northeast of Yelin Town. There are several Taoist priests standing on the top of the mountain. They don’t see them casting spells. An inexplicable cool breeze arose at the foot of the mountain. They whirled a few times, walked lazily into the forest, bypassing the trees and thorns, cut a passage in the sultry air, and rushed to the southwest a small town filled with demons.

This cool wind does not have the heroic spirit of thousands of troops, nor does it have the fierce murderous aura of peerless masters. It is like a young boy who has a new cottage. He heard that there is a squad to fight, so he put on his coat, picked up a weapon and rushed to the battlefield. He was arrogant all the way and did not take his opponent seriously at all.

The stuffy air in the forest was too fast to defend, and was frightened by the indifferent attitude of the cool wind, and they all gave in. It was not until several miles later that it was discovered that it was bluffing, and even a dead leaf on the ground could not blow.

The first battle began, with the sultry air cheering up, getting rid of the afternoon's sleepiness, clenching its fists, and destroying the bold and arbitrary invaders in one fell swoop.

The so-called skilled and brave, the fearlessness of the cool wind is reasonably good, and it is not as simple as bluffing. It is surrounded by many sieges and does not hide. After a moment of stalemate, it took action.

There was a loud bang, and no grass grew within a mile. Dozens of big trees turned into powder in the blink of an eye, which was even more straightforward than burning dead grass. The dust rose into the sky with debris of plants and trees, reaching the flowing clouds in the sky.

The young boy showed his true face and turned out to be a disciple secretly trained by a peerless master.

The cool wind was not eliminated, but expanded dozens of times, roaring and continuing to move forward. Wherever it passed, the plants and trees were low, the birds flew in shock, and the beasts ran around...

Sixty or seventy miles away, another group of Taoist priests on the other mountain remained silent, watching the increasingly strong wind rage under the restrictions they set, without running away, but no one casts spells to resist. Compared with that force, they were too weak.

After a while, Xin Youtao spoke, pretending to be relaxed, but could not hide the panic in his heart. "Huh... is this the magic of Taoist priest Rimang? But that's not the case, it's far worse than Kun Dun."

Shen Ji said coldly: "This is 'seeing the wind long'. The stronger the resistance you encounter, the stronger it will be. Only Taoist priests who are in the Sun Rain Realm can use it. What we see now is the fur, and it has not really shown its power."

Xin Youtao's mouth twitched, and in front of a group of Taoist priests, he felt embarrassed to be too timid, "So that's it. It's not fast."

"Shi Hanyuan is demonstrating to us." Shen Ji turned his head and looked at the Taoist priests around him. He couldn't find anyone to fight. Even if they joined forces, it would be useless. The restriction in the forest was set by more than 500 Taoist priests for more than ten days. It was already their strongest force, and it was still vulnerable in front of the Taoist priest of Rimang.

"I don't believe that this 'Seeing Wind' really has such great ability, so I..." Mu Dong'er jumped up and was stopped by Yang Qingyin, "Don't make trouble, stay here honestly."

When the wind is always strong, it will be strong. Yang Qingyin knows how powerful it is and will not let his son take risks. She turns around and says to other Taoists: "Reclaim the ban."

This is the only way, otherwise, the wind will swell and become more difficult to deal with when it comes to the wind.

The Taoists also understood this truth and took back the restrictions they set. Their efforts for more than ten days were gone in an instant. Everyone's expressions remained unchanged, but they were extremely depressed.

Seeing that the wind was growing, I didn’t take advantage of the situation to pursue it, and the speed was still slow. Walking in the shape of "Zhi" in the forest, it seemed like I was looking for something.

"What is the origin of this Shi Hanyuan? I haven't heard of this name in Taoism before."

"The Taoist priest Wangshan was still in the state of swallowing smoke when he retired. He didn't expect it to be so soon..."

"The ancestor's spells are incredible."

"It's Zuo Liuying who ruined our practice. Why didn't the ancestor come forward to stop him?"

"The ancestor must have something to do. Maybe he was in seclusion, so Zuo Liuying had the opportunity to do whatever he wanted."

...

Most of the Taoist priests who defected to Yelin Town could not stand Zuo Liuying's tough measures, and were afraid of being locked in the Demon-Bao Cave indiscriminately. They had no bad impression of their ancestor Kun Dun. Instead, they hoped that he could come forward to stop Zuo Liuying's misconduct.

Yang Qingyin did not refute, but just stared at the whirlwind that was gradually approaching.

Sun Yulu, a Taoist priest from Luanjing Mountain, stood beside Yang Qingyin and whispered in a low voice: "Do you still have to resist here?"

"The Taoist sect will not give us a way out. There are people everywhere guarding us and we did not launch an attack at the same time because they believe that Shi Hanyuan alone is sure to win."

Just like to confirm Yang Qingyin's judgment, the whirlwind dozens of miles away paused and shook violently for a few times. Each time it shook, a small whirlwind appeared to each other, and soon it turned into a large and ten small, pounced on the mountain occupied by the Taoist priests in Yelin Town in a fan shape.

A Taoist priest flew from the northeast, and soon more than eleven waves of wind were long and shouted ten miles away: "The Taoist priests obey the orders, and the leaders of the three thousand orthodox Taoist priests and 50,000 monks, look at the mountain and recite scriptures and fellow Taoist Shi Hanyuan has an order: If you abdicate, you may be in your original heart and surrender immediately, and you will also gain a glimmer of vitality. Those who are stubborn will never be forgiven."

The Taoist priest's eyes swept over, turned around and flew away, and the eleven waves of wind spread wider.

Although the Taoist priests in Yelin Town hoped that the ancestors could come forward to justice, they were by no means fences. As long as Zuo Liuying was still in charge of the Taoist python tower, no one was willing to go back. They looked at each other and no one escaped or panicked. On the contrary, everyone summoned multiple magic weapons and waited for the order to fight.

Mu Dong'er looked at the dense magic weapons in the air in surprise, and developed a good impression of Taoist priests for the first time. Although they looked cold, they were not as happy or angry as they were usually happy and angry, and had ridiculous expectations for the culprit Kun Dun, they were never cowardly. After making a decision, they would stick to the end and never retreat even when facing death.

"You are right, we have no other choice, let him go." Shin Ji looked at Daoyi among the three souls, but the anxiety in his heart was still not removed.

Yang Qingyin nodded and did not immediately order the Three Spirits to fight. Instead, he turned around and said to all Taoists: "There is no ready-made hiding place in the world. All Yelin Town can provide you with acceptance and fighting spirit. The so-called "safety" is not designed. It is a fighting Taoist priest on the opposite side. I ask everyone to give up their meaningless defense, wait for my order, and attack with all their strength. Just think this is your last blow before you die."

Such mobilization orders may scare ordinary people to lose their fighting spirit, but the Taoist priests nodded silently. If they were a group of inhaled Taoist priests, they might be more excited, but they were just ready.

Yang Qingyin took out the fragments of the Frost Soul Sword. He waved his hand and threw them in the air, casting spells with the invisible black phoenix, and emitted a ball of Taiyin fire. Under the scorching of the cold fire, the warm fragments became redder and redder, and suddenly transformed into a complete sword body, exactly the same as before it was destroyed.

At the beginning of the forging of the Frost Soul Sword, it was just a sixth-level third-level magic weapon. After the long-term practice of summoning souls and Fangfang, it is no longer the same as before, even if it is just a piece of fragments, it can accommodate extremely powerful power.

Xiao Qingtao on the other side of the mountain cast spells with hundreds of monks she brought. Although their strength was incomparable to Taoist priests, they refused to show their fear. Hundreds of spells merged into one in Xiao Qingtao's hands, shooting towards the Frost Soul Sword that shone with light, temporarily stopped inside.

This is a common tactic used in the Five Elements Department of the Taoist Orthodox Department. It combines the power of everyone and is somewhat similar to the fish and dragon formation. However, it does not require a combination. The strength depends not only on the number of people, but also on the magic weapon that gathers strength.

Ordinary magic weapons can accommodate at most more than ten magical magic, and can exert 50% or 60% of their power after transformation.

Xiao Qingtao has been practicing military force for many years and has cooperated with his monks to keep all their magic in his hands. More than 500 Taoist priests who had just arrived in Yelin Town for half a month could only use magic weapons to join forces.

"Cast spell." Yang Qingyin ordered.

The first spell flew from Yelin Town behind. Feifei and Mishi were casting spells. He was not timid, but he was embarrassed to stand among a group of Taoists, so he stayed in the town. As soon as Yang Qingyin summoned the Frost Soul Sword, he prepared the spell.

The Taoist priests on the top of the mountain cast spells one after another, and they were still a little conservative at first, worried that the great sword in the air could not bear it. When they found that it was nothing, they began to cast spells with all their strength, and the number of people increased.

The Frost Soul Sword was preparing momentum. The person who controlled the last level was Yang Qingyin, who shouted: "It's too few, everyone is working harder." Then he said to the three soul monsters not far away: "You can do it."

The three-minister did not move, and Daoyi was already ready, but the other two heads did not move, so he had no choice but to roar "coward".

Mu Dong'er rushed over, "Bald, why don't you move?"

Hearing the word bald, Yao Er hummed twice, "I think so, but Mo San disagrees. Just relying on me and Dao one or two heads, the strength is not enough."

The Demon Three was born with the appearance of a beast monster, but his temper was the gentlest. "Sorry, I have to wait for the order of the Virgin of Wanzi. This is my duty."

"Didn't you ever fight against Taoist priests in Wangshan?" Mu Dong'er said angrily.

"It's not my intention to respond to the challenge in a hurry." Mo San said softly.

Yang Qingyin was extremely surprised. Everyone was ready. Unexpectedly, the problem was with the Three Spirits. "Aren't you Pei Zihan's soul? How could you be so restricted? This is not like your personality."

"Maybe I am Pei Zihan, but I don't remember what his personality he used to be, I only remember my promise to the Virgin of Ten Thousand Sons."

Yang Qingyin was silent. These three souls retained the most authentic temperament, and the bald man had no change. Shen Geng removed the concealment of the Taoist priest and exposed his bloodthirsty nature. Pei Zihan's true nature was excessive caution before betraying Pang Shan.

"Pei Zihan, can't you make the right choice?" Xiao Qingtao on the other side shouted.

The Demon Three didn't care about anyone's urging, lowered their heads to ponder, and was still hesitating.

Yang Qingyin had no choice but to use the spell in the Frost Soul Sword in advance, a voice sounded in the air, "Want the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons? Here we are."

The Yi Shijun who had disappeared for a while fell from the sky, his face full of anger. Behind him was the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons like a bamboo pole, with a smile on his face, but there was no waiter beside him.

"Walking in the muddy waters, I will pull anyone in if I want to blame me. OK, let's start fighting." Yi Shijun raised the demon soul bead in his hand and seized command without hesitation.

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