The bald man freed up a wisp of his head and swiped restlessly on Mu Xingqiu's back, since Shen Geng appeared, he was a little abnormal, and he seemed eager to try, Mu Xingqiu decided to take a risk at this moment. ()

He didn't want to use the Frost Soul Sword lightly, he didn't know how many battles he would encounter in Jingshan during this trip, Sun Yulu said that the power of the soul could be used two or three more times, Mu Xingqiu decided not to use it once as much as possible, in case Fangfang's soul was damaged because of this, he would regret it.

The combination of the bald man and the demon seed is quite strange, because he is too weak, the demon seed can't exert his strength, and it is entangled with a wisp of his remnant soul, allowing him to live, but he can't control his thoughts and actions, but whenever there are demonic thoughts around him, he will become excited.

Shen Geng's whole body exuded the breath of demonic thoughts, and when he used the magic spell, the smell was even stronger—a smell that only a bald man could smell, sweeter than the qiē food he had stolen from home when he was a child, and he was like a camel trekking in the desert for many days, feeling a wisp of moisture in the air, and striding towards the water source even if he was dying.

The demonic thoughts of the world attract the demon seed, and this attraction has appeared once, when Shen entered the demon, the bald man pounced on it and sucked blood wildly.

Demon thoughts are also eager to throw themselves into the arms of the demon seed, and can even manipulate the will of their master, making him unaware of death.

But Shen Geng is different from his father, he is a demon priest, and he claims to still retain all his will.

Mu Xingqiu wanted to take a risk at this point, and he also prepared the mind spell, once the bald man was in danger, he would immediately urge the power of the soul.

The tip of the whip hung in mid-air, and the bald man flew up and down the whip body, and then fell towards Shen Geng like a ripe melon fruit.

Although Yang Qingyin was surprised, she did not relax, and tried her best to block the enemy's spells, but she knew that the entire defense line would collapse in a short time. The gap between the realm of dining Xia and inhaling cannot be made up by desperate efforts.

Lan Bingcurling's eyes lit up, and he took a half step forward, staring at the head with amusement, surprised by the change in the bald man.

Shen Geng seemed to be unaware of the threat above his head, and he was still wholeheartedly dealing with the two inhaling Taoists, until the last moment, when the bald man with his mouth wide open was less than two feet away from him, he suddenly woke up and immediately raised his left arm to grab the attacker.

At that moment, Mu Xingqiu was almost about to urge the power of his soul. He could even feel the restlessness of the soul in the sword, but his next move was to pounce on Yang Qingyin and fly out dozens of steps with her in his arms.

Shen Geng's right hand, the claw of demon cultivation, did not have the slightest delay because of the bald man, and the spell that suddenly burst out smashed into the place where the two of them were standing just now, and a large pit suddenly appeared on the ground, shaking the entire mountain peak, and a large number of scattered cultivators around it flew up one after another. There is light in everyone's hands, denser than the stars in the sky.

Lan Curling had her own unique way of ordering, and she didn't see any movement or say anything, and the cultivators retreated.

Shen Geng's left hand spell failed to shatter the skull. It just stopped the bald man from falling. His eyes were even redder, and he couldn't understand why his magic cultivation spell was enough to smash an air-inhaling Daoist to pieces, and why it didn't work on a head that didn't even have a Nedan.

The bald man pounced again. Without the slightest hint of fear, his head was like a sieve, allowing most of Shen Geng's spells to pass through. Only a very small fraction of them are able to do their job.

Shen Geng immediately raised his right hand and exerted ten percent of his mana, and more than a dozen black blades and flood-like demonic cultivation power pounced on the head that was falling inch by inch.

The bald man showed his two rows of teeth, kept closing, his mouth snorted like boiling water, and his eyes were turning red, even redder than Shen Geng. The black blade automatically bypassed and swept past the side of the skull, but the power of the demon cultivator still had little effect.

"It's interesting. Lan Curling said.

This is the first time Yang Qingyin has seen a bald man become like this, he looked at it in surprise for a while, and said to Mu Xingqiu, "Okay." ”

Mu Xingqiu hurriedly let go, he focused on the confrontation between the bald man and Shen Geng, forgetting that he was still holding Yang Qingyin's waist. He walked towards Shen Geng, the black whip in his hand was getting longer and longer, circling around Shen Geng, almost the same height as the enemy, only a few feet apart, and slowly tightened.

Shen Geng was in a dilemma, the head above was more threatening, but his magic cultivation spell was almost ineffective, he could block the whips around him, but he couldn't free his hands - the head obviously didn't have much strength, but it still firmly occupied Shen Geng's two hands, and his mana poured out, and it was no longer under his control.

Yang Qingyin's pressure decreased suddenly, he breathed a sigh of relief, and disturbed the other party's mind in a loud voice: "Shen Geng, repent before you die, don't let your mother be too ashamed, she has high expectations for you and has paid a lot of effort for you." ”

Shen Geng became furious, the more ineffective the spell was against the head, the more he tried his best, his blood-red eyes stared at the enemy above, "What is this? Why does my spell work against him?"

Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin would not tell the truth, and Lan Bing Curling in the car spoke, "It seems that the Demon Daoist is a dead end, Shen Geng, you can't even break the slightest demon seed in your head, what are you talking about fighting with the Demon Clan? A large number of Demon Clans appeared, I am afraid that you will be the first to kneel and surrender." ”

Shen Geng understood, but he didn't believe Lan Bing's judgment, he shouted "impossible", and finally used a trick, and the Cultivation God Peak, which was exactly the same as the Ancestor Tower, appeared on his chest, brewing a pure white light.

The tide of the war took a sharp turn.

Mu Xingqiu was dual-minded, tightening the long whip with twice the strength, he wanted to take the opportunity to strangle Shen Geng, even if it was just to break Shen Geng's protective power, the black whip shrank inward, and tied the enemy into zongzi.

At the same moment, the bald man plummeted by more than a foot, and his teeth were already able to bite Shen Geng's bun.

Yang Qingyin also cast a spell at this time, she wanted to recapture Yangshen Peak, which was the fundamental purpose of Zuo Liuying's personal trip to Chaojing Mountain, but Zuo Liuying was in Talang City at the moment, within the heavy prohibition of the capital of the vassal states, and there was no way to know that Shen Geng was more than a hundred miles outside the city.

Yang Qingyin was a step slower, even if she tried harder, even if she had already recruited, she would still be one step slower, because it was Lan Bing who was competing with her for the Cultivation God Peak, and the six-fold Taoist priest with the star fell could do whatever she wanted in front of the three low-level Taoist priests.

Lan curling didn't get out of the car, with a move with her left hand, Yangshen Peak had already arrived in her hands, she looked at this small tower, and stretched out her right arm to provide a layer of protection for Shen Geng. The moment Lan curling intervened. The shape shì was completely changed, and the long whip was still tightly wrapped around Shen Geng, but he could only reach a distance of an inch or two from his side, and the bald man was bounced into the air by the invisible power, and when he fell again, he had already returned to normal.

The bald man was disappointed, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "Where is it? Why is the fragrance gone?"

"Yangshen Peak, I haven't seen it for a long time, and I've lived in it for three years. Lan curling sighed. "I really didn't expect it to fall into the hands of ordinary Taoist priests, Zuo Liuying came here for it, right?"

"Give it back to me!" The three Taoist priests shouted in unison, and Yang Qingyin snorted and walked to the front of the car, "Lan Binglu, Yangshen Peak is the treasure of Pangshan, you don't want to take it away, right?"

"Of course not. Lan Bing said with a smile, his gaze still not leaving the small tower, "Dao Tong does not interfere in mortal affairs, and of course mortals cannot provoke Dao Tong. It was with this agreement that I was able to establish the Lianhaishan Monks, how could I break it? I am now a mortal. ”

"Then in the name of Daoist Pangshan, I ask you to hand over the Cultivation God Peak to me. Yang Qingyin stretched out his hand, only seven or eight feet away from the small tower.

"But—" Lan Curling's gaze finally moved away from the small tower and looked at Yang Qingyin. "The whole world has changed, and the Ranjing Mountain has broken the agreement of non-interference with each other for more than 100,000 years, and the Cultivation God Peak ...... It was indeed the treasure of Pangshan in the past. However, Pang Shan failed to defend it and was taken away by a demon priest. I think, Shen Geng can't be regarded as a disciple of Pang Shan anymore, right?"

"What the hell do you want to say?" Yang Qingyin already understood what the other party meant. It's just righteous indignation and disbelief.

"Yangshen Peak didn't belong to Pang Shan when it was in Shen Geng's hands, I snatched it from him, of course it has nothing to do with Pang Shan. Lan Bing paused for a moment, "If Shen Geng doesn't get lost, this thing will now be in Chaojing Mountain, so you should thank me." I can also give it back to Pang Shan and sell me a favor, but I can't give it back to the two inhaling Taoist priests, you can't keep it, go to the city and inform Zuo Liuying, let him come to me. ”

Lan Bing turned to the two Taoist priests who were still fighting, although Shen Geng received her help, he didn't appreciate it, and tried hard to break through the protective shield, "As for the two of you, stay with me." ”

Lan Bing curling withdrew the spell, Mu Xingqiu was pushed away by a strong force for a few steps, and had to withdraw the long whip, Shen Geng sat on the ground, panting, and stared vigilantly at the bald man who was still hovering above his head.

The bald man still couldn't smell the fragrance, but he knew that the delicacy came from this person's body, and he was reluctant to leave.

Mu Xingqiu approached Yang Qingyin: "You go to Treading Wave City to find Zuo Liuying." ”

"She's blatantly helping Shen Geng......" Yang Qingyin's anger did not subside.

"We can't beat her, and we can't fight. Mu Xingqiu knew that there was no fairness to be found here in Lan Curling.

Yang Qingyin snorted heavily, "How can I find you again and follow the rain?"

"Zuo Liuying has his own way. ”

Yang Qingyin glared at Lan Curling, the sword rose, she still remembered the general direction of Treading Wave City, and flew away quickly.

Lan Curling put away the small tower, "Are you really stubborn, you just refuse to show the Frost Soul Sword?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "I said, I don't know the Lantern Candle Technique, and casting spells at will will cause damage to the Frost Soul Sword. ”

Shen Geng, who was dozens of steps away, suddenly shouted, "I understand", and casually shot three sharp blades at the bald man, this is an ordinary five-element spell, without the power of demonic cultivation.

In fact, this is a very simple truth, the magic cultivation spell does not work on the head containing the demon seed, and the normal spell will take effect, Shen Geng did not expect it before the demon thoughts.

The bald man saw the blade coming towards him, and he couldn't dodge at all, Mu Xingqiu was too far away to rescue.

Lan Bing still only stretched out her hand, and the bald man was already in her hand, and the three sharp blades pounced into the air.

Shen Geng also walked over, suppressing his anger, "How can I get back the Cultivation God Peak?"

"Don't worry, come with me to meet the Taoist priests of Ranjing Mountain, maybe they are willing to stand up for you. Lan Curling's smile was a little more proud.

"Like Zuo Liuying, you like to plot schemes, and you want to use the battle between Pangshan and Chaojing Mountain to protect the monks. Mu Xingqiu could see that behind Lan Curling's smile there was the same scheming as Zuo Liuying.

Lan Bing pointed at Mu Xingqiu and Shen Geng, "Speaking of the same, the two of you are also very similar, and you are not taking an ordinary path of cultivation, to be honest, I am a little interested, I want to give you two some pointers, and see where you can go." ”

Mu Xingqiu and Shen Geng were both stunned, and glanced at each other, with the same hatred in their eyes.

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