The warm eyes of the Virgin of Wanzi swept through hundreds of cold faces, and finally said to the Three Spirits: "Go and fight for the demon clan."

Mo San just nodded, and the three soul monster disappeared with a thud and appeared forty miles away with an explosion. This was not the teleportation technique of a higher Taoist priest. Although the distance was short, it had a powerful offensive power. The eleven restrictions formed by the wind were broken by him.

The three heads of the three soul monsters roared at the same time, and did not entangle with the long magic of the wind. After breaking through the ban, they disappeared for the second time. This time they appeared twenty miles away, destroying another layer of the ban on Taoism. The murderous aura of Demon One had been abandoned all over his body. Demon Two and Demon Three were completely controlled by him. His purpose was to kill the Taoist priest, not to fight with the magic, so he went straight to the lonely peak in the northeast, where the Daoism was positioned.

Eleven waves of furious when they saw the wind, stopped showing off their might on the road, and at the same time they grew more than a hundred feet long, rushing towards the Taoist priests of Yelin Town with a destructive force. The distance between dozens of miles was as close as a stone's throw away.

"Let me learn how to use the Sunlight Spell." Yi Shijun was the first to be dissatisfied. The demon soul bead in his hand divided into eleven blood-red lights and rushed towards the attacking enemy.

Seeing that the wind was growing, the blood was as thin as a branch, and the power it emitted was not weaker than that of hundreds of feet. The two sides were stalemate, and the trees on the ground fell in pieces, like stirred egg whites, and smoke and dust soared into the sky, forming a piece, as if a huge mountain suddenly appeared, and it was growing taller and taller.

"Wow..." Yi Shijun rolled his eyes and slapped his left hand on his right arm for a few consecutive shots. "It's really worthy of seeing the wind. Taoist priests, don't watch the fun, tell you, I've seen through the victory, honor and disgrace, and ran away if I say it."

Yang Qingyin didn't want to wait any longer. The Frost Soul Sword seemed to be full of strength, and the branches on the sword were flashing blue light, showing a bit of urgency.

The Frost Soul Sword shot out a beam of blue light, hitting the largest gust of wind, and suddenly thundered. The whirlwind became even bigger, and the other ten slightly smaller gust of wind quickly returned and merged with the main gust of gust, and the blood light emitted by Yi Shijun was also concentrated.

"It's just like this!" Yi Shijun began to brag. "I have the inner alchemy of the sixth level of the Moon Ghost, which is only a little bit worse than you, but I have the Demon Soul Pearl and the most wonderful magic in the world to help you. The so-called fighting of wits or not. I'm still better than you!"

The Taoists are not so confident. Even the seventh level of the Moon Mist and the first level of the Sun Mist. Seeing the Wind Chang is a very powerful magic, but it is tangible and qualitative, not the most powerful trick of the Sun Mist. Its purpose is to demonstrate and intimidate. Shi Hanyuan on the opposite side has not used his ultimate move, but the Taoists on this side have tried their best.

No matter what, they caught the first round of offensive, and when they saw the wind, they would be strong when they met the strong. But there was a limit. With the continuous thunder, the wind became stronger and stronger, but the growth rate of power was slowing down.

"Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons, I'm not asking for orders, that's my job." Yi Shijun shouted, trying to mobilize all his strength.

The Virgin of Wanzi raised his thin arm and said before he said, "I am just an ordinary banshees, and the magic is simple. Please don't laugh at me."

Her fingers were like vine branches that had just grown. They were extremely soft and tangled together. The five nails at the end were still hard and quickly merged together. They looked like a sharp spearhead.

Her body no longer shaking, but also like an iron spear thrust deep into the rocks under her feet, emitting layers of black air.

"It's not bad, Virgin Mary of Wanzi, you have some skills, too." Yi Shijun praised.

But the next spell disappointed him, and five small insects flew out from the fingertips of the Virgin Mary of Ten Thousand Sons. They were not much bigger than flies, and they buzzed to the battlefield, and were blown away by the wind for more than ten miles away.

With just a little spell, the Virgin of Wanzi was so tired that his face was pale and panting. He took back his arms and black gas and let out a long breath, "No, that's it. I have to rest for a while. Fighting is really not something I'm good at. The injuries left by the Battle of Wangshan have not healed yet."

There was no waiter around him to support him. The Virgin Wanzi looked around and his arms grew longer and pressed them on Yi Shijun and Yang Qingyin's shoulders respectively. They were concentrating on casting spells, but they could only endure it. Fortunately, the Virgin Wanzi was just seeking support and had no other impact.

"Taoist priests, it's time to fight to the death." Yi Shijun had no choice but to encourage more than 500 main players, "I said that fighting to the death means really hard. I use my magic power to exhaustion and the inner alchemy to stop turning. When the wind grows, it's almost impossible to grow."

The Taoists have done their best and are gritting their teeth and persevering at this moment.

The mountain-like wind was still growing and slowly approaching, and everyone was still working a little worse than it.

"Where did the Three Spirits go? Holy Mother Wanzi, this is the monster you created, none of them work." Yi Shijun began to lose his temper.

The Virgin of Wanzi just smiled, seeing the long and swept up smoke and dust blocked everyone's sight. Even the eyes of heaven could not penetrate, and no one could see the figure of the Three Spirits.

A panic sounded from Yi Shijun's feet, "Laojun, do you need me to take action?"

Yi Shijun looked down and asked inexplicably: "Who are you? Have I allowed you to kneel beside me?"

Yin Buchen hurriedly moved away a few steps, "Laojun, I am your demon servant Yin Buchen, remember? I have served you for many years. A few days ago, I brought you the three soul monsters and the one who learned the Dharma of the Demon Lord."

"Oh, it's you, come here."

Yin Buchen showed joy on his face and walked over. Yi Shijun kicked the demon servant into the air, "Why don't you help me soon? The Taoist priest fights his life, you have to fight for his life."

Yin Buchen was shocked and was in a hurry in the air, trying to stabilize his body, but was pushed by Yi Shijun's spell and could not stop at all. Seeing Fengchang get closer and closer, he could only use the magic master's Dharma, making waves of magic sounds, attacking the whirlwind with teeth and claws.

The thunder became louder and louder, deafening. Yin Bu looked at himself as he was about to be swallowed up, and screamed in fear. He did not stop casting spells because of this. He missed the days of following the Taoist Lord in his heart. No matter how cruel Mu Xingqiu was, he would not kick him out and die.

Feixiao refused to follow him, Yin Buchen could only rely on himself. Seeing the wind growing near before him, it was not just smoke and dust, and broken branches and leaves, but contained countless magical magic, like Mars hidden under the ashes. Just a little fire-driven thing could ignite into a raging fire.

Yin Bushen is something that leads to fire. He wants to stop, but cannot retreat. Death is near, and he really fights desperately. The seven chapters of the Demon Lord’s Dharma are circulating rapidly in his mind. He can’t do the seven chapters of thoughts together, but his speed has reached its extreme.

Yin Buchen bumped into the wind and saw that the wind was long, and even felt the burning heat brought by the spell. He closed his eyes and just cast the spell. He heard loud noises in his ears, which made his soul shake, his scalp numb, and his ears seemed to be filled with lead. He focused on himself and made magic sounds constantly, both for offense and defense.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but after I was convinced that I was not dead, Yin Buchen opened his eyes and was shocked to find that his body had finally stopped. Seeing that the wind had disappeared, there was a quietness around him. The thunder in his ears was actually caused by the Demon Lord’s Dharma.

"Haha, I'm still alive! Haha. I defeated the Sun-Mirror magic!" Yin Buchen was extremely excited and turned around to look at his own mountain. He saw Yi Shijun and the Taoist priests' faces were cold, not as if they were winning a great victory.

The thunder in his ears dissipated, and Yin Buchen finally heard the sound coming from afar. It was the Taoist priest Shi Hanyuan, who was the Taoist priest who was subdued by the Rimeng, who was talking.

"... Dao, demon, and demon actually have a joint effort, and the battle will be truce for three days to determine life and death."

Shi Hanyuan actually took the initiative to withdraw his spell and retreated as soon as he said that.

Yin Buchen stood in the air, and the rear was confused. Yang Qingyin slowly took back the Frost Soul Sword, "Why did the Taoist silence for three days? Shi Hanyuan is not just this kind of ability."

"He was scared, and the three methods and techniques joined forces to suppress the Rimang Taoist priest." Yi Shijun didn't understand the reason, but he would never admit it.

"It's because of the Three Spirits." Shin Ji guessed.

The Three Spirits came back. It kept making explosions in the air, and could go more than ten miles each time, but the direction was always a little deviant, and it almost hit Yin Buchen in the middle.

The three heads of the Triple Spirits were all bruised and swollen, especially the main battle force Dao Yi, whose head was tilted to the side. He fainted, Yao Er stuck out his tongue and kept gasping. Only Mo San looked a little better, "The enemy is so strong, we just can't rush over. Dao Yi was injured, Yao Er was tired, so I retreated."

"I thought you were not afraid of death." Yi Shijun sarcastically said in a strange voice, "That's even stranger. Since you didn't even touch the Taoist priest, why did Shi Hanyuan retreat?"

"Shi Hanyuan was actually hit by a move." Holy Mother Wanzi spoke.

"You hit me? Or did you see something?" Yi Shijun looked even more contemptuous. He personally went to capture the Virgin of Wanzi, knowing her strength very well. At most, the level of star fall may be even worse. This banshee is best at producing small monsters, not fighting.

"I released the ghost-faced worm that I released, saying that Shi Hanyuan's soul was hit hard and had to retreat and recuperate for a while." The Holy Mother Wanzi raised one of her arms, raised her index finger and shook it in front of her. A small worm flew out and returned to her fingers soon.

"The soul is hit? Hum... Hum..." Yi Shijun wanted to laugh, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind and stared at Daoyi's head among the three souls, "You are a waste of fighting skills, you are indeed a little talent for making these messy things. Let me first tell me what happened to these three demon babies? The soul is just a controller and cannot provide such powerful magic power."

"He has the body of the Virgin Skeleton."

"Even the Living Virgin Mary doesn't have much ability. How powerful can the Dead Virgin Mary be? Don't lie to me."

"He absorbed dozens of divine pills from Xuanwu Feixiao."

"That's at most the edge of the God-Slaying Realm is impossible to fight with the Rimang Taoist priest."

"The demon soul may be reincarnated in the body of one of the three infants."

"It's even nonsense that the demon soul will not be awakened at least ten years later. Even if it is found by you, it is still an ordinary little demon."

The Virgin Wanzi spread his arms, "Then I really don't know. Anyway, these three demon babies are very special. I felt it shortly after I was born. As for where they are special, it is difficult to describe."

"You have to describe it. If you want to break the head, you have to describe it. This is your task for the next three days. No, my god, I have to stay for two days."

Yi Shijun turned to the Taoist priests, with a proud and proud look of a savior, "If you fight again in three days, you have to be more attentive than today. What kind of treasure is this? You have never taken it out before."

Yi Shijun brought fragments of the Frost Soul Sword and held them tightly in his hand, "I just saved you, that's all... Hey, strange, there's something inside."

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