Mu Xingqiu stood on a barren small peak and shot a golden spell of the Five Elements into the sky, which was enough to attract the attention of the nearby Taoist priests.

However, the six Taoist priests did not show up, and as far as the eye could see, there were semi-barren mountains, and large areas of gray-brown rocks attacked the weak bushes. Mu Xingqiu had no impression of this place, only that his current location was about hundreds of miles northwest of Lao Zufeng's hometown, and it had always been very barren.

Qi Wusupreme did not give the spirit demon the best land.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at the place where the spirit demons gathered, the unclean aura affected the effect of Tianmu, and he couldn't even see the mountain peaks too far away. Two hours ago, he accepted the dragon demon's construction and left obediently, without clashing with the spirit demon, Yang Qingyin didn't seem to be in danger, the dragon demon seemed to know how to deal with the spirit demon, and Mu Xingqiu also felt that there was no need to fight.

He hoped to find the other six Daoists first, and he had already cast the pure Five Elements Gold spell into the sky five times, but had not received a single response.

Mu Xingqiu simply sat on a stone at the top of the peak, thinking about the current shape: Since entering the Xijie Kingdom, strange things have been happening, first a Starfall Taoist priest in Asan died in his own hands, then the Demon Cloud Envoy, the four new different history monarchs, the sudden appearance of the dragon demon, Yang Qingyin's inexplicable amnesia, as well as the Demon Transformation Technique and the Amber Taoist Priest, none of which was expected by him.

It's been six years since the destruction of Old Ancestor Peak, and the Dao Sect still doesn't know anything about the Demon Clan? The High Daoists really don't take the Demon Clan seriously, or do they know the danger and don't say anything?

Mu Xingqiu stood up, he had withdrawn from Pang Mountain, and he could only use his own strength to split through the fog in front of him. He summoned the Frost Soul Sword and observed the tendritic lines on the sword's body, there was no change, the darkened lines were still the same as before, with the help of Fangfang's soul, he changed from a big hand to a careful calculation. The cost of power within the sword is greatly reduced.

He silently performed the art of summoning souls, and since he couldn't find the living, he was going to try to find the dead.

The Frost Soul Sword immediately cooperated, now it was not just a magic weapon, but more like a tacit partner, what Mu Xingqiu had to do was not to order or urge it to do things, but to tell it its own thoughts and wishes.

Like Mu Xingqiu's half-learned and half-enlightened Lantern Candle Technique, his soul summoning technique used to be very domineering, and the Yin Wind could spread hundreds of miles away, bringing all the souls into the sword. Now the force was extremely soft, without a biting chill or a swirling wind, but like a spring breeze, fused with the hot winds of late summer, and spread far away with the help of the power of nature, although much slower, it encountered very little resistance.

There were quite a few souls in the Spirit Demon Territory, and four or five hundred dead souls who had been dead for more than seven days and less than forty-nine days had gathered fifty miles to the southwest. It shows that there was a bloody battle there.

A little further north, there are dozens of dead spirits, where the fighting is much smaller.

Mu Xingqiu studied a large number of dead souls and let go of the half-lived souls within seven days, which is the rule of the Lamp and Candle Family. He obeyed, but it wasn't his goal to detain souls, he was looking for scattered souls of the living.

The souls of animals are blurred, and the souls of ordinary humans and demons are unaware of the art of summoning souls. Only the Daoist and the Great Demon can immediately detect the most subtle signs of spells, and the Daoists may also cast a ban to prevent the spell from entering. Tong guò a variety of different reactions. Mu Xingqiu felt that he could find the whereabouts of the Taoist priests.

Nearly an hour later, the Frost Soul Sword detained all the dead souls within dozens of miles in the vicinity, and finally encountered a few unique living souls in the northwest, they were very alert, and as soon as they came into contact with the gentle soul summoning technique, they gave birth to the power of resistance, but this power was not strong, and there was no forbidden obstacle.

Mu Xingqiu took his sword into the air and flew to the northwest.

A short, dark cave, with only one Taoist priest standing at the entrance of the cave, holding a ruyi, vigilantly staring at a target flying from a distance.

"You are not a Taoist priest of Chaojing Mountain, who are you?" The Taoist priest guarding the entrance of the cave was tall and burly, but the Ruyi in his hand was small and exquisite, he felt the art of summoning souls, but it was plausible with the lantern and candle spells he knew, and when he saw that the person who came was a male Taoist priest without a hairpin on his head, he was even more confused.

"My name is Mu Xingqiu, and I used to be a Taoist priest of Pangshan. Mu Xingqiu landed, put away the Frost Soul Sword, took out a few magic weapons, and cast a triple prohibition, he could see that this Taoist priest was already at the end of the crossbow, and he had no more strength to cast spells, and he was just bluffing standing there.

The burly Taoist priest let out a long breath, and he couldn't even put away Ruyi, and lowered his arm, "It turned out to be you." ”

"Do you recognize me?"

"I've heard your name, Mu Xingqiu, a disciple of the Nian Heart Department, withdrew from Pangshan in the Imperial Capital more than a month ago, and also encouraged other low-level Taoist priests to also quit the Dao system and join the Demon Slaying Society, how about it?

"When I left the Imperial Palace, the Demon Slayer Society was still in the process of creating, and the six of them set off together, and now I am the only one. ”

Mu Xingqiu tried to be as brief as possible, but the burly Taoist priest thought that everyone else was killed, and sighed, "The Xingluo Taoist priest is still unable to escape this catastrophe, let alone a group of low-level Taoist priests?Alas, the demon clan should have been wiped out six years ago...... Have you ever eaten the Demon Transformation Pill?"

"Nope. What about the others?"

The burly Taoist priest stepped out of the hole, "You came at the right time. ”

There were two Taoist priests lying in the dim small cave, no longer breathing, and three people sat with their eyes closed, as if they were thinking, but their brows were furrowed, and the eyeballs behind their eyelids kept moving.

"We can't hold out for much longer. The burly Taoist priest was in the best condition among the six, and took out a white bead, "The memories of the six of us after we were forced to devour the demon pill are all here, please bring them - I hope it is a Taoist priest from Zhaoshan, but whatever you want, as long as it is a high-level Taoist priest." ”

Mu Xingqiu took the beads, "What's the matter with Pangshan Daoist Yang Qingyin?" The two Taoist priests are dead, and the remaining four Taoist priests are exhausted and cannot be saved, and the only thing that Mu Xingqiu needs to care about is another person, the one who has forgotten him.

"There are memories associated with the Orb of Contemplation. The burly Taoist priest was unwilling to waste time, so he bent down and walked into the cave, patted each of the three sitting Taoist priests on the shoulder, and the three of them spit out Neidan in turn, and their expressions quickly became calm.

The burly Taoist priest returned to the entrance of the cave and spit out his inner pills, a total of six, the two Taoist priests have been dead for two or three days, "Please give them one piece to the high Taoist priest, I hope they will not fall into the hands of the demon clan in the end." He stared at Mu Xingqiu. There were still doubts about the strength of this young Taoist priest.

"I'll do my best. Mu Xingqiu couldn't make a clearer commitment.

The burly Taoist priest was very satisfied, put the six inner pills in the palm of Mu Xingqiu's hand, entered the cave again, sat on the ground, pushed the Ruyi and the six cloth bags in his hand to the front, closed his eyes, and entered a dead silence.

Mu Xingqiu didn't even have time to ask his name, he could only judge from his clothes that this was a Zhaoshan Taoist priest.

Mu Xingqiu put away the magic weapons and small cloth bags on the ground, stood silently outside the cave for a while, and raised his right arm to release clouds of lightning. The corpse was instantly scorched, the cave collapsed, and the corpse was buried.

He found a clean place to sit down, looking at the Contemplation Orb on his palm, the burly Summoning Mountain Daoist did not issue a ban, Mu Xingqiu felt that he could check the memories in it, because it involved why Yang Qingyin was not harmed by the Demon Transformation Pill and why he forgot about himself completely.

He cast several more layers of prohibitions, and then he cast the Illusion Technique, intending to use this method to enter the Concentration Orb.

Orbs have a strong defense. But far less powerful than the Taoist priest's Sandian support, Mu Xingqiu gradually increased his mana, and finally broke through the defense with the sixth layer illusion, there must be an easier and less labor-saving way to take out the memory. It's just that he didn't learn.

The memories of the six Taoist priests were neatly arranged, like a few thin booklets placed on a plain table, and when they were opened, vivid images and scenes popped up. In the record, the six people refer to each other as "a certain Taoist friend". In the end, Mu Xingqiu only knew their surnames, but not their names.

Their memories are no different, seventeen days ago. They stood on the edge of the battlefield, and in front of them were full of corpses of demon soldiers, this was the place where Mu Xingqiu had just detained a large number of dead souls. The six Taoist priests fought a tough battle, but the more demon soldiers died, the thicker the demon blood became, and the more handy the demon magicians in the air became when they cast their demon magic. The demon cloud did not appear, and the demon clan was obviously using this opportunity to try other demon arts.

The demon blood rose as quickly as the sea at a rising tide, and the Taoist priests were suppressed and unable to fly, and soon the demon blood was submerged from the chest down, and when the blood coagulated, they were completely trapped.

A demon magician descended in front of the six people on a snake-headed giant bird and said many words, to the effect that the Taoist priests were lucky, and the giant demon king did not want to kill them all, but the Taoist priests had to swallow the demon pill to see if the Taoist heart could resist the truly powerful demon magic.

The Taoist priests had no choice, and under the compulsion of the demon magic, they opened their mouths and swallowed seven to ten demon pills each.

The Demon Pill is very small, about the same as a soybean, but half brown and half green, revealing a complete weirdness.

The demon blood and the demon sorcerer retreated, and it took a few hours for the Taoist priests to regain their ability to move, and then they began to have a variety of reactions, the only thing they had in common was that they could not fly.

What followed was a walking experience, in which several spirit demons were encountered in the middle, and the two sides were wary of each other and quickly separated. When the Taoist priests realized that they might not be saved, they began to dictate their feelings every once in a while and store their memories in the Meditation Orb.

The pure inner pill and the heart of the Taoist priest are incompatible with the demon pill, the Taoist priests have endured a series of painful tortures, and everyone's appearance is different, Mu Xingqiu skipped over this long memory and looked for Yang Qingyin's figure.

Yang Qingyin met with six Taoist priests eight days ago, when she was just forced to take the Demon Transformation Pill, but the reaction was very violent, she was crying bitterly, this was a helpless cry that was completely defeated by some kind of emotion, knowing that tears were useless and ridiculous, but she couldn't help it.

Gradually, she finally stopped crying, her expression was downcast, and she muttered to herself: "The demon clan doesn't need to be ruthless, the demon clan doesn't need to be ruthless......"

The burly Taoist priest had been observing Yang Qingyin, and came over to her and said, "The Demon Transformation Pill has made your love calamity attack early, and you must get through it." ”

"What can I do? I can't even move Nedan. ”

"I still have a little mana, I can remove the memories related to the love calamity for you, this is by no means the best way, Taoist priests rarely use it, but it is the only viable option for you now. ”

Yang Qingyin squeezed out a smile, "I finally know what the real love tribulation is, I know that I am in it, but I don't want to be free at all." If I don't live long after swallowing the Demon Transformation Pill, I'd rather die in the love calamity, I want to feel the same pain as him, and let these pains become the only memory of my soul within forty-nine days after I die. ”

Yang Qingyin did forget about her, but in the memories of the burly Taoist priest and the other five Taoist priests, there was no scene where Yang Qingyin cast a spell to remove the love calamity.

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