In order to get the reception of the senior Taoist priest, Hong Futian had tried his best, but the result was always not allowed to enter, and now, he stood in the middle of a strange courtyard, facing fifteen Taoist priests, but there was no surprise in his heart.

In the front yard of the Wangshan Daoist Hall, the young low-level Taoist priests formed several circles, no one gave orders, and no one deliberately arranged them, they consciously divided into eight areas according to different Taoist systems, leaving a gap to represent the Wangshan Taoist system. In the same Taoist system, and arranged from the inside to the outside according to the level of the cultivation realm, the only smoke-swallowing Taoist Shen Jiyi stood in the innermost, like the caretaker of everyone, although Mu Xingqiu was a demon slaying general, he still stood with the Taoist priests who inhaled the sevenfold.

This qiē happened unconsciously, and in mid-air, a little higher than the roof, fifteen spiritual Taoist priests also formed a circle, projecting an invisible power downward, turning the noise into quiet, disorder into order, like a radiant sun, attracting a qiē light-loving thing to turn to him.

Hong Futian, who was standing in the middle, noticed this extremely powerful counterbalance force, and had the heart to fight against it, but after only a moment, he felt weak, his legs could barely support his body, and he shook unconsciously.

Did the Daoists cast spells? He felt no, this was a force beyond the scope of spells, and he had vaguely felt it in Yi Shijun, and the Giant Demon King Qi Wushang seemed to be a little bit, and it was far less intense than it is now.

He was about to lose his feet, the heavens and the earth were spinning, and he really wanted to just lie down, close his eyes and think about nothing.

A chair appeared behind him in time, Hong Futian sat down, and glanced up at Mu Xingqiu, who was helping him, this was a different kind of Taoist priest, although he was also standing in the position of the station, but the calm smile on his face showed that he was not too affected by that counterbalancing force, and obeying the rules was completely voluntary. And this is not the occasion for him to come forward.

"Thank you. Hong Futian whispered.

Mu Xingqiu retreated to his place.

It was not any Divine Daoist who stood up to speak, but Asan Daoist Shen Jiyi, who walked up to the non-demon cultivator and said with a smile, "You have provided a very important piece of news. ”

"I'm glad it worked for you guys. ”

"It's very useful, and because of that, we have to make sure that this information is accurate, because it affects not only Pangshan, but also other Taoist families. ”

"Cut. Yang Qingyin made a contemptuous voice, when Pang Shan was killed and a small group of Taoist priests were trapped in Broken Flow City. The Taoist families are not so enthusiastic. Her behavior was so bold that the low-level Taoist priests on the ground were all startled, and Xiao Qingtao, who was standing behind her, even trembled.

Fortunately, Yang Qingyin didn't say anything more, and everyone didn't have zài when the sound of "cut" was there, as if it was a tile blown off by the wind.

"Of course, I'm willing to cooperate. Hong Futian also pretended not to hear, he still hoped to gain the trust of the senior Taoist priests.

Shen Jiyi thought for a while, probably receiving information from the high-level Taoist priests, "This is a little more complicated than a simple mind control technique. We need to find out if your memories have been tampered with or erased, and the process can be painful. ”

Hong Futian smiled slightly, touched the wound on his face, and gently gasped. "I can stand it. ”

"If you don't put up any resistance, the whole process will end quickly. ”

Hong Futian nodded, he had suffered a lot, but his mind was more determined.

Shen Jiyi retreated. Make way for it.

Hong Futian raised his head, looking for the spell that was about to be inflicted on him, but there was nothing. He couldn't stare at the Divine Daoists, and he couldn't help but lower his gaze at a glance, and so far, he had only seen about fifteen faces with a big age difference, but he didn't leave a clear impression.

Shen Jiyi's so-called "some pain" came suddenly, as if a blade as thin as a cicada's wings pierced into the skin, and under the skillful control of an invisible hand, the flesh and bones were separated at an extremely fast speed, then the five internal organs, and finally the three souls and seven spirits, Hong Futian, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly straightened his body, his mouth opened to the limit, as if he was about to spit out something, but he didn't make a sound.

The courtyard was still silent, except for Hong Futian, the faces of the low-level Taoist priests who had changed, they could understand a little bit of the pain of non-demon scattered cultivators, and the most shocking thing for them was that even if they used the Heavenly Eye, they couldn't see the spells issued by the Divine Daoists.

The only exception was Mu Xingqiu, he didn't see it, but felt it, the mind control technique of the Divine Daoist priests and the mind illusion technique were similar, there were many similarities, both of them had an effect on the target in an invisible way, fifteen forces combined into one, firmly grasped Hong Futian's memories and feelings, and then carefully dismantled them, to see if there had been any changes and smearing in them.

The mana of the fifteen Divine Daoists was much stronger than Mu Xingqiu's seventh-layer illusion, ordinary Daoists had no feeling for this spell, and Mu Xingqiu only vaguely felt it, like a glimpse of floating light, and whenever he wanted to take a closer look, the spell disappeared.

Compared with ordinary Taoist priests, Mu Xingqiu could feel Hong Futian's pain more clearly, he immediately remembered Pang Shan's punishment of the demon king and demon queen many years ago, Hong Futian seemed to suffer more than Duodan, as if he was immersed in a pool of pain, every breath, every thought was the source of pain.

The demon clan got too much weird demon magic from Yi Shi Jun, and the Dao Tong had to strengthen his methods so as not to be deceived again.

Mu Xingqiu's feelings were so real that he felt deep sympathy for Hong Futian, no matter how ridiculous and ridiculous this non-demon cultivator's ideal was, he was not a bad person, he had not done anything evil, and he should not be tortured by this.

Suddenly, Mu Xingqiu felt that the flashing knife was pointed at him, wanting to peel his skin, cut his flesh, break his bones, and split his soul, he didn't even think about it, and immediately resisted.

It was an invisible battle, and the eyes of the low-ranking Daoists were all fixed on Hong Futian, and no one noticed that one of them had joined the battlefield.

In the face of a powerful and fierce attack, Mu Xingqiu's potential was instantly stimulated, and he reached the seventh layer of the illusion realm at once as never before, even so, his illusory illusion technique was still too weak in front of the fifteen Divine Daoists, and the invisible blade hit his forehead in a blink of an eye, and his heart suddenly jumped, producing a feeling that his soul was about to leave.

At the same moment, Hong Futian, whose body was as straight as a zombie, sat down. His mouth was closed, and everyone sobbed, "Stop, please, stop ......"

The low-ranking Daoists were all affected, shaking in place uneasily, looking around, and quickly agreeing with each other through their gaze: this non-demon cultivator should not be subjected to such torture.

Xiao Qingtao trembled, and all the fears of the high Taoist priests that had been far away had returned, and she remembered her non-demon identity. I thought of my lost relatives and hometown.

Hong Futian curled up tightly, crying like a child abandoned by his parents, begging to stop.

Yang Qingyin couldn't bear it any longer, rushed to Hong Futian, raised his head and shouted to the fifteen Shenshen Taoist priests in mid-air: "Enough! Even if it is to the enemy, it should not be so cruel, stop, no matter whether the demon clan really set a trap or not, you have to send someone to take a look and let him go." Let me go!"

I don't know if Yang Qingyin's words took effect, or if the mind control spells of the Daoists should have ended, the Taoist priests in mid-air suddenly disappeared one after another, as abrupt as when they came. The ubiquitous counterbalance is gone.

Hong Futian was still curled up in the chair, but he was no longer crying, but he was too tired to move, and Xiao Qingtao was the first to run over. Lift him up.

The low-level Taoist priests slowly came back to their senses, and Shen Hao turned around and looked at Mu Xingqiu in surprise. "What's wrong with you? Sweating profusely. ”

Mu Xingqiu took a deep breath, and the mind control techniques of the Divine Daoists left his forehead at the last moment, without causing any damage, and he also felt tired, but unlike Hong Futian, it was a pleasant exhaustion, as if he had just taken a thorough hot bath.

"I'm fine, do you feel it? ”

The surrounding Taoist priests all nodded, and Yang Qingyuan, a Taoist priest from Qishan, walked over, "To be honest, as long as there are three or five Daoist priests who are willing to make a move, there is no need for the Demon Slaying Society to save zài, but ...... I support your decision, and if you say that the Demon Slaying Association should still be established, I will quit the chess mountain immediately. ”

Mu Xingqiu smiled, "Don't be affected by me, I have withdrawn from Pang Mountain forever, and the choice of the Divine Daoists has nothing to do with me." But you are different, you are still within the Dao system, and you should make your choice according to your true heart. He raised his voice so that the entire courtyard could hear, "Demon slaying is not a competition, and the Dao Sect should not be divided in this matter, so don't make a hasty decision because of your previous promises, whether or not to join the Demon Slayer Society depends on your own true thoughts." ”

More than ten steps away, Shen Hao glanced at Mu Xingqiu, but it didn't take effect, so he could only sigh lightly, and the Taoist priest appeared, coupled with Mu Xingqiu's words, I was afraid that the demon slaying would end without a problem.

"I want to know now if the news that there are survivors in Pang Shan is true, and have the Taoist priests come to a conclusion?" One of the Taoist priests said what everyone thought, although they wanted to get rid of the shackles of the high Taoist priests, but when the matter came, they were still deeply affected by it.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't answer his question, Hong Futian had already been sent back to the room by Xiao Qingtao, and it was impossible to understand the thoughts of the Shen Daoist, so everyone's eyes turned to Shen Jiyi, he just passed the word for the Zhu Shen Taoist, if anyone knew the result, it would definitely be him.

"Well, the priests didn't tell me the result, but they did make a decision. Shen Jiyi turned to Yang Qingyin, "They want to form a team to return to Pangshan, since you are the first to sign up......"

Yang Qingyin was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that what she said casually would be taken seriously, but her character of not being afraid of heaven and earth was aroused, "Just go, I'll set off tomorrow, and I don't need your help, I'll go quietly and come back quietly, isn't it to confirm whether there is a Pangshan Taoist who survives." ”

It is true that not many people are willing to take risks with her, Mu Xingqiu walked over, and just wanted to speak, suddenly his whole body trembled, and he had to reach out to support Shen Hao, he had to clench his teeth tightly to prevent the inner dan of the lower dantian from being spit out.

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