Mu Xingqiu hoped to find a tactful way to test the strength of the loose cultivators, but Hong Futian didn't bring anyone in for a long time, he and Shen Hao walked out of the main hall, and now the loose cultivators were showing their spells to the curious soldiers all over the barracks.

"Qishan is not allowed to cast spells, which really suffocates me. Ouyang Lance was the loudest, and on the palm of his hand, a fire dragon several feet long was circling up and down, causing bursts of exclamations.

Hong Futian walked over, "I'm sorry, these people are temporarily assembled, and they don't obey the rules very much, but they are all willing to help Broken Flow City fight against the demon soldiers, sincerely." ”

In Mu Xingqiu's impression, Hong Futian did not have a fixed team around him, and always gathered temporarily, "This is very good, I also want to see the spell of scattered cultivation." ”

Hong Futian smiled, "Although we also call ourselves 'scattered cultivators', we prefer the title of 'monk'. ”

"Monks and Taoist priests are all people who practice Taoism, and everyone has the same goal, and they are considered a family. ”

Hong Futian nodded again and again, "This is exactly what I have been saying, Taoist priests, monks, and even demon clans, their cultivation methods are similar, and they are completely different from the demon clan, so ......"

Hong Futian began to talk endlessly about the ideal of the Taoist demon alliance to fight the demons, Mu Xingqiu listened perfunctorily, his eyes swept around the barracks, Shen Hao's slender eyes narrowed even more, and he had to lower his head to hide the contempt in his heart.

The spells of scattered cultivation are similar to the five elements spells of the Dao system, but the style is quite different, the spells of the Dao system are only effective, and they are even reluctant to waste a little mana to make their spells more gorgeous, even if they are high-level Taoists, they are just some simple fireballs and ice spikes, but the distance is long, the degree is fast, and the lethality is strong, and it is a professional demon killing weapon.

More than 100 loose cultivators in the barracks were competing to see whose spells were more eye-catching, Ouyang Li's fire dragon could only be regarded as a pediatric, and a middle-aged monk summoned a golden dragon of dozens of zhang and circled around the barracks, and everyone fell to the ground to avoid everywhere they passed. The people outside the camp saw such a spectacle from afar, and set off a wave of exclamation.

"Broken Flow City can be saved this time, and the country of Xijie will be saved!" an old man shouted in a loud voice at the gate of the barracks, and received a large number of echoes.

The golden dragon swept past the buns of the two Pangshan Taoist priests, they stood still, they did not dodge, this dragon was not much more threatening than fireworks. It is not at all the same thing as the yin and yang dragon summoned by Yang Xi, the precept seat of the Old Ancestor Peak.

The barracks were filled with all kinds of legendary animals, as well as a large number of ice, fire, light, and electricity, and the admiration and exclamation were like a source of mana for scattered cultivation, and the louder the shouts nearby, the more gorgeous their spells became.

The show could have lasted a long time, and the night was falling. The autumn cold attack is the best time to appreciate the miracle of light and shadow, and it is neither Hong Futian nor Pangshan Taoist who stops the scattered cultivators, but three real spirit beasts.

The Qilin was resting, woken up by the noise outside, and they knew that this was not Old Ancestor Peak. I was a guest and should be polite, so I endured it and endured it, and finally I couldn't hold back.

Fleas rushed out of the room near the main hall and stood beside Mu Xingqiu, their hooves spread apart, staring around with their eyes open, their black pupils flickering big and small. There was a palpable hint of anger.

A monk with a white beard walked up, followed by a majestic unicorn, taller than the flea's father, with golden scales all over his body—this was the color that was the favorite color of the Sanxiu, and most of the spells and beasts in the barracks were this color.

"Hey, look, the Taoist priest also conjured a unicorn. That's how it should be, everyone is showing their skills, and the people need to get a little confidence from us. Brother White walked towards the flea with great interest, "The momentum is quite strong. It doesn't look very realistic, the eyes are like snakes, the nostrils are too big, and the teeth are not crooked......"

I heard that it was a unicorn conjured by a Taoist priest, and many monks came to watch, and the spells in their hands still didn't stop.

"Especially the color is not good. Another monk commented that above his head, a colorful phoenix was hovering and flying, "Why choose iron-blue scales? As soon as it gets dark, you can't see clearly, it's either golden or silvery, how eye-catching." ”

The white Taoist priest stretched out his hand to touch the flea, but Mu Xingqiu hurriedly stopped, "Don't touch it, this is a real unicorn, not a spell." ”

"Haha, the old man has been studying the unicorn for decades......"

The flea was in confusion, but the other party's outstretched arm made it very dissatisfied, and it jumped out, knocked over the white monk, ran through the middle of the golden unicorn's body, and then jumped over the heads of several monks, and flew a brilliant phoenix and two strange big birds on the top of the double horns.

Brother Bai shouted, "My God, it's true. "The golden unicorn, phoenix, etc., which have been touched by fleas, have all been restored to their original shapes, either pieces of paper or bamboo and wood models, broken into several pieces, and no longer useful.

Only then did the monks suddenly realize that the iron-blue unicorn in front of them was a real living thing.

Fleas ran happily in the barracks, and it didn't take long for the camp to be full of gorgeous spells, many monks were enjoying the heartfelt praise of the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army, and they didn't have time to stop, and as a result, even the props were damaged, and they wanted to cry without tears in their hands, this is not an ordinary paper, bamboo, wood and iron, it is a spell material that they spent years of hard work to make, and they can no longer be used after they are damaged.

The flea returned to Mu Xingqiu's side, and its parents also came out, standing behind, majestically scanning the entire barracks.

The soldiers all knew the three unicorns, and many of them had fought side by side with them, and although they could not touch them, they were not afraid in their hearts, but the monks were all taken aback.

"Is this a real unicorn?"

"True unicorns, I heard that there are a batch of golden horned unicorns in Asan. ”

"Their horns aren't golden, and they must have come from Pangshan, right?"

The unicorn didn't open his mouth to introduce himself, and his puzzled eyes all turned to the two Pangshan Taoist priests, Mu Xingqiu stretched out his hand and gently rubbed it on the flea's neck, reassuring its feelings, "They are unicorns, there is no other name." ”

Mu Xingqiu wasn't really sure, but he had indeed never heard of Pangshan's three-headed unicorn being called anything else.

Brother Bai thought that the Taoist priest was joking, but now he finally believed that the Qilin was real, and he was so excited that he had tears in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground, "Oh my God! I didn't think I could see it with my own eyes-" He turned his head to look at the monks, "You guys with eyes and no beads, this is the oldest iron qilin, and the seventy-three kinds of qilin in the world are all differentiated from the iron qilin." They used to be the favorite mounts of the Demon Emperor, and I thought they would be extinct a long time ago, but I didn't expect them...... I didn't expect Pang Shan to have three heads. ”

Brother Bai was trembling even his beard, and suddenly kowtowed to the three-headed unicorn a few times, and when he raised his head again, a big swollen bag appeared on his forehead. He was smiling and painless.

The three-headed unicorn held its head high, and the flea moved its hooves on the spot, and the white monk was overjoyed, but the flea was just impatient and rubbed it twice on Mu Xingqiu's shoulder. Turning back to the room, my parents followed.

"The Iron Kirin likes to be quiet, and everyone talks quietly. Brother Bai stood up and looked at the back of the unicorn obsessively.

Most of the people were like Mu Xingqiu, they had never heard of the Iron Qilin at all, but Brother Bai said it so excitedly and sincerely, everyone accepted it all. Forgive the little unicorn for messing around, and even feel that it is an honor.

More than 100 monks finally walked into the main hall, so crowded that there was nowhere to put stools, everyone could only stand, even so they had to humble each other, and it took a long time to sort out the order, and then meet with Pangshan Taoist priests one by one.

Xiao Qingtao and others also returned. There were also four people patrolling outside the city, two people were moving reinforcements outside, and the remaining five Taoist priests were all in the breath inhalation realm, which somewhat disappointed the scattered cultivators who rushed to the rescue.

"I heard that there is a Taoist priest who is sitting in the Broken Flow City, can you come out to meet with everyone? We don't talk much, just to show respect. ”

Some people even know that this Shenzhu Taoist priest is Zuo Liuying, the Forbidden Secret Sect. "It's inconvenient to come out on the left seat, it's okay to send a Starfall Daoist, let's discuss how to deal with the demon soldiers. ”

Xiao Qingtao and the others came back late, and they didn't understand what was going on. Shen Hao didn't squeak with a cold face, Mu Xingqiu Xian and these monks had many misunderstandings about Broken Flow City, so he said loudly: "Listen to me. ”

The main hall was quiet, and Mu Xingqiu could feel that many emotions were mixed together, and none of them were dominant, which made his telepathic illusion useless.

"Thank you monks for coming to the aid of Broken Flow City, there is one thing I want to make clear first. The left seat could not come out to see everyone for some reasons, let alone show up to participate in the battle, and there were a total of eleven Pangshan Taoist priests who could participate in the battle. ”

"It's all the inhalation realm?" asked one of the monks.

"Both. ”

Xiao Qingtao understood a little what was going on with these people, and said loudly: "Mu Xingqiu was appointed by the left seat to represent Pang Shan Daotong in Broken Flow City, he is also the general of the Xuanfu Army appointed by the prince of Xijie, you come to help, we welcome it, but everyone has to obey General Mu's command." ”

Mu Xingqiu still looks very young, but the Taoist priests have skills in cultivating their faces, which is not a problem in the eyes of casual cultivation, but he is the inhalation realm, which is really unconvincing.

Everyone was silent, and Brother Bai spoke: "The three-headed iron unicorn will always participate in the battle, they are the descendants of ancient beasts, and one can be worth the ten-zhang demon or even more powerful giant demon." ”

"The unicorn will participate in the battle, but you must be mistaken, these three unicorns are not as powerful as you say, you go out and inquire to know, in the battle a few days ago, they worked together to block the demon clan's Shaking Mountain Cow. ”

Mu Xingqiu had no intention of lying, and Brother Bai's face was slightly red, and he muttered in a low voice: "How can this be? ”

The feelings of the monks are changing, hesitation and regret are taking over, Mu Xingqiu is not interfering, he needs sincere reinforcements, not opportunists.

Hong Futian's apprentice, Ouyang Qi, said loudly: "What are you doing? Aren't we here precisely because Broken Flow City needs assistance? The people who need protection the most are those fleeing people, the breathing Taoist priests of Pang Mountain have not retreated, and we should not be timid!"

These words were spoken loudly, but only a few people such as Hong Futian nodded, and the other monks all looked around and refused to squeak.

There was silence in the main hall, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a Pangshan Taoist priest rushed in, and when he saw the room full of people, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said to Mu Xingqiu: "The demon army has sent a messenger, and he will be there soon." ”

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