Spells were overwhelming, and under the cover of the night, almost no form or sound was revealed, only the Heavenly Eyes of the Taoist priest could see a large glimmer of light surging towards the Slaughtering City, like a dark cloud sweeping the ground, and like a dust sweeping across the wilderness.

The three flying demons in the sky were still hovering boringly, their mission was to monitor the Taoist priests on the ground, and even if they looked up from afar, they couldn't detect the threat that was rapidly approaching dozens of miles away.

The magic weapon on the edge of the prohibition began to give a warning, the copper bell rang slightly, the copper mirror rotated, the lamp and candle flame tilted, Xiao Qingtao came out of the tent and looked into the distance for a while, "Oh my God, this is ...... Didn't you say that the war wouldn't start until the end of autumn?We had just entered the territory of the demon clan......" She didn't dare to say any more, feeling that the war had started too coincidentally.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't tell what was going on, this was obviously a powerful spell that could only be issued by a Shenzhu Taoist, and with their usual contemptuous attitude towards the demon clan, it seemed that there was no need to take the means of a surprise attack.

At this time, Zuo Liuying's opinion is most needed, but he hasn't spoken since he said "the war has begun", just holding his hands behind his back and looking at the group of spells in the distance, as if it was a beautiful scenery.

Xiao Qingtao couldn't help it, and asked, "Do we need to dodge?"

The spell can not tell who is the enemy and who is the friend, and the prohibition under Xiao Qingtao and Mu Xingqiu is afraid that it will not be able to support it even for a moment.

Zuo Liuying shook his head slightly.

The spell came violently and quickly, and it didn't take long for it to approach the slaughtering city for more than ten miles, and the magic weapon on the edge of the prohibition reacted more violently, the sound of the copper bell began to become harsh, and the glimmer of light seen by the heavenly eyes became more and more grand, as high as hundreds of zhang and dozens of miles wide, enough to swallow several slaughtering cities.

The first to react on the demon clan's side was not the flying demon, but several demon towers, and the demon heads hanging on the towers let out a roar like a cracked drum, and the demon eyes were radiant. The other demon weapons struggled frantically, and they all seemed to want to escape from the demon tower and flee for their lives.

The three flying demons were terrified, and now even they could see the large shimmer of light emitted by the spell, like a huge monster leaping into the deep sea, the flying demon kept flapping its wings and screaming, hesitating between holding on to its duty and fleeing, and soon, it was the latter who had the upper hand, and the three flying demons fled to the southeast.

By the time they saw the form of the spell, it was already too late. A damp breeze blew, and the three flying demons screamed as if they had been shot through by sharp arrows, and then fell to the ground.

This is just the vanguard of the Dao Tong spell, the prohibition under Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Qingtao's cloth is like a thatched house in a storm, the copper bell is still ringing, but a lamp and a candle have been extinguished, and the copper mirror hanging in mid-air fell to the ground.

"Really, really don't need to do anything?" Xiao Qingtao's horror was also rising, she had been practicing Taoism for many years. I have participated in a lot of battles, except for Fang Fang's Broken Pill, I have never seen such a majestic spell, the wind is like an obscure Guò Divine Soul to drive Si Mingding and Zuo Liuying's Demon Tribulation Hand is strong. But it lacks this momentum of swallowing the sky and the earth.

As he spoke, the spell had been killed, and the city shook in an instant, and the breeze turned into a violent wind. The soft light turned into lightning like a spear and a halberd, and the water droplets shot through the rudimentary prohibition and smashed directly into the ground like hailstones.

Fleas are always on the lookout. Long Horn rushed forward, making a whirring sound in his mouth, and suddenly lowered his head and turned around and jumped behind Zuo Liuying, it was also scared.

Mu Xingqiu was also shocked, seeing that Zuo Liuying was indifferent, he summoned the Frost Soul Sword, in case the Divine Daoist felt that he could sacrifice a few little Daoists for some reason, he also had a means of self-preservation, but he deeply doubted that the soul power of the Frost Soul Sword could block this powerful spell.

When the spell arrived, Xiao Qingtao's face was pale, her hair was blown loose by the wind, and at the last moment, Zuo Liuying finally reacted, raised her hands to her chest, and pinched out more than a dozen spells in an instant, and her ten fingers were extremely flexible, and Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Qingtao couldn't see his movements clearly even with their heavenly eyes.

The straw hat on Zuo Liuying's head suddenly flew up, instantly swelling to the size of a room, and the hollow part was filled with a layer of white light, covering the people, the unicorn, and the tent inside.

The wind was howling, the rain was beating, the straw hat looked vulnerable, the surface was uneven, and it was constantly being knocked out of holes of different sizes, and it didn't take long for it to change its way of fighting, big and small, to comply with the spells outside, and even close to touching the heads of a few people at the smallest, but it could always block the spells and keep them safe, and the two tents a dozen steps away seemed to be suddenly far away.

A full quarter of an hour later, the spell finally ended, and Xiao Qingtao's hanging heart finally fell back into place, although she admired Zuo Liuying, she still felt a little nervous in her heart about his way of protection.

The straw hat was back to its normal size, and it was already full of holes and could not be used, but Zuo Liuying took it in his hand and observed it carefully, as if he was reluctant to throw it away.

Mu Xingqiu took back the Frost Soul Sword, and turned around with Xiao Qingtao to look at the demon city five miles away, the name of the slaughtering city did not match the truth, he was slaughtered first, the towering demon tower and the broken city wall were gone, and the debris all over the ground seemed to have just been completely washed away by a flood.

Artemisia got out of the tent, rubbed her eyes and yawned, "It's not dawn yet, what's going on outside?" She also looked at the slaughtering city for a while, and asked suspiciously: "The demon is moving now?" It's really fast, I haven't gotten to know them yet." ”

"Is this a spell issued by the Divine Daoists?" Xiao Qingtao asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"This is the angry sea tide emitted by the Sword Washing Pool in Asan Mountain, and one Divine Daoist is enough. Zuo Liuying stretched out her hand and handed the straw hat to Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu didn't understand the meaning of this move, he still took it in his hand, and lowered his head to take a closer look, the straw hat was still the original straw hat, he bought it from an ordinary old man in the imperial capital, there was no peculiarity, and the hole hit by the spell had already made it a waste and had no use value.

"Asan is thousands of miles away from here, how can you ......" Xiao Qingtao shut up in time, not wanting to show that she was questioning Zuo Liuying.

"The Sword Washing Pond is a magic weapon, which can be turned into a pool covering an area of several hectares, and can also be reduced to the size of an ordinary copper basin - the treasure of Zhenshan brought by the Taoist priest of Asan is really unexpected...... Or maybe it's just that I forgot. Zuo Liuying has no way of knowing what memories have been erased.

Xiao Qingtao didn't know much about the history of the Dao system, but she knew that the treasures of the Dao system rarely left the mountain, like the Ancestor Tower, it was forced to leave the Old Ancestor Peak, and even so, Zuo Liuying did not take it out of Xijie Country - this is the place of selection of disciples of Pang Mountain, and in a certain sense, it belongs to Pang Shan's sphere of influence.

"Dao Tong really wants to destroy all demon clans. Xiao Qingtao never counted non-demons in the demon clan, and she glanced in the direction of Slaughter City again.

"There is no need to wash the sword pool to destroy the demon clan, Asan has another purpose. It's just that...... I really forgot. Zuo Liuying tapped his head and turned to Mu Xingqiu, "What do you see?"

"The straw hat is not an illegal weapon, but after you cast a spell, it can block the spell issued by the Asan Arcana. Mu Xingqiu pondered again, and then said: "No matter how powerful the spell is, it has to be relied on, as strong as the sword washing pool, as weak as an ordinary straw hat, all of which can be relied on, if you can give up relying on it, you may be able to reach the origin of the Dao Fire, but ...... How can this be?"

Zuo Liuying glanced at Mu Xingqiu. His expression didn't change in the slightest, "I mean this one is broken, and I need a new straw hat." ”

Mu Xingqiu's face was slightly red, thinking that Zuo Liuying was deliberately playing tricks on himself, but then he felt that it was impossible, so he took the broken straw hat and continued to think.

Xiao Qingtao hurriedly took out a new straw hat from the Qiankun bag and handed it over, glad that she had brought this stack of ordinary things with her.

Artemisia rode the flea to the Slaughter City to take a look and came back, "It's strange, what happened last night? Not a single one remained, only a lot of blood. ”

"Not even a corpse?" asked Xiao Qingtao in surprise.

"No, I'll look for it again. Artemisia motioned for the flea to turn around and ran towards the ruins of Slaughter City.

The other three followed on foot. Mu Xingqiu was still looking at the straw hat, while Xiao Qingtao looked around, "Really, even the bodies of the three flying demons are gone." Was it destroyed by a spell, or was it ......"

"Blown away by the wind. Zuo Liuying said.

The sky is getting brighter, and the ruins of Slaughter City are showing their tragic side. There was blood and broken demon weapons everywhere, and there were no intact corpses, but occasionally scattered hands and feet could be seen.

Artemisia's voice came from a distance, "There's a demon here, it's not dead yet!"

The three of them flew over and saw the badly wounded demon in a hole in a hole with a destroyed roof.

The two-horned helmet and the leather armor with many ornaments are gone, and the demon general is almost naked, stained with blood, more like an ordinary human than a demon clan, he looked at several Taoist priests, and wanted to sneer, but only coughed, "The war has begun, and the demon clan will not die, let alone give in, I ...... I ......"

The demon general wanted to curse, but he was weak, and Artemisia persuaded on the side: "You better stop talking, think about happy things, you are going to die, in the next forty-nine days, memories are the only thing you can do, it is better to be happy than to complain." ”

Artemisia sincerely wanted to comfort the seriously injured, but the demon general only heard curses and ridicule, his eyes widened angrily, and suddenly a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the last bit of life disappeared.

Xiao Artemisia recited a scripture in a low voice, Mu Xingqiu found something abnormal, he squatted down, put the straw hat on the ground, and reached out to wipe the blood on the demon general's chest, revealing two lines of text that had just been engraved:

The head Mu Songxuan, those who know its whereabouts can live, and those who hand it over will be rewarded, Ashan.

Xiao Qingtao read it again, and became more and more panicked, "Asan sent out an angry sea tide, it turned out to be for the bald man!"

Mu Xingqiu stood up, "Shen Jiyi said that Asan will take back the sword washing pool water in the bald man's head at any cost. This is not a war between the Dao system and the demon clan, Asan probably carved the same handwriting on each corpse and blew it among the demon clans everywhere, forcing them to help find the whereabouts of the bald man, too...... Give me a warning. ”

The target of Asan Washing Sword Pool's first attack was not chosen at random, but followed by several Taoist priests, especially Mu Xingqiu.

"On the way to the Imperial Capital a few months ago, you said that Pang Shan had enemies within the Dao system, do you remember?" asked Mu Xingqiu.

Zuo Liuying has been partially erased of her memory, and she seems to be a little slow to think about anything, "I remember." He said, thinking for a moment, "I had some ideas, but they were gone. ”

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