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Mu Xingqiu guessed correctly, a large number of Taoist priests had just arrived at Wangshan, Shen Jiyi was a little surprised by this, but he didn't say anything, and the Taoist priest who led the way was stunned for a while, and began to talk without concealment.

"Wangshan is surrounded by ice and snow, and an iceberg will grow from time to time, a group of northern demons take advantage of this to secretly build a military camp under an iceberg five hundred miles to the south, but they forgot that this trick has been used 20,000 years ago, Wangshan has monitored the ice within a radius of thousands of miles, and they are now playing ghosts under the ice a few years ago. Ha ha. ”

The Taoist priests of Wangshan then remained silent, pretending not to notice that the iceberg was growing higher and higher, until a few months ago, the iceberg stopped growing, and a large number of demons gathered in the military camp, Wangshan knew that the decisive battle was coming, so he summoned the grandmasters of the Nine Great Dao Sect to gather in Chaojing Mountain, and at the same time discussed how to meet the kraken, he also formulated a plan to defend Wangshan and annihilate the northern demon in one fell swoop.

The Taoist priest who led the way didn't know too much detail, but he was full of confidence in the victory of the battle, "The biggest problem of demons is that they don't have a memory, they never record history, only myths and delusions passed on by word of mouth, and the mistakes they have made will be made again." ”

The guests were very excited to hear this, and Yang Qingyin touched the magic sword wrapped in divine mud in his arms, "Great, it turns out that there is a war between the north and the south, so let's try the newly refined magic weapon in Wangshan first." ”

They were overjoyed too early, and after walking halfway through the forest, Shen Jixian, the seat of the Five Elements of Pangshan Mountain, caught up with him and warned several disciples with a rare stern attitude, "You can't participate in the Battle of Wangshan, only Taoist priests above the Smoke Swallowing Realm are eligible to participate." You'll just be holding back, just refining magic weapons honestly. ”

Yang Qingyin was greatly dissatisfied. But it is impossible to argue that the combat cooperation of the high-level Taoists has its own law, and the spells used, the distance and support between each other do not leave room for the low-level Taoists, just like the hunting activities of adults cannot be participated in by children of a few years old.

"Then let's go to Chaojing Mountain after refining the magic weapon. ”

"The battle of Wangshan is still a secret, and since you have already guessed it, you can only wait until the battle starts to leave Wangshan. ”

"We're very tight-mouthed and won't leak secrets. ”

"No, I can't. Shen Jixian made a special trip to warn the disciples of this Dao Sect, and immediately left in a hurry after bluntly vetoing it.

Yang Qingyin's good mood disappeared all of a sudden. Looking at his companions who were also depressed, a question suddenly appeared: "Where did Shen Jiyi and Jin Bailian go?"

"The two of them had been walking for a while. Mu Xingqiu said.

"It must have been them who ran to tell the whistle, so they summoned Shen Jixian, hmph, I'm worried that we will tell the whistle, there are obviously other people who are too talkative. Yang Qingyin continued to walk forward angrily, "They are the realm of Xianxia." I'm not qualified to fight. ”

No one squeaked, everyone understood that the scale of this war was huge, and both Dao Demons had been planning for a long time, and they would never make changes because of a few air-sucking Dao priests.

"It's all your fault. Yang Qingyin's anger turned to Mu Xingqiu behind him, "Why do you guess so accurately? Now we can't leave, and we won't be allowed to participate in the Battle of Wangshan." It may not be able to catch up with the war on the side of Chaojing Mountain. ”

Mu Xingqiu was thinking about something else, and didn't react to Yang Qingyin's questioning, and the Taoist priest who led the way interjected: "Don't worry, whether it's Wangshan Mountain or Ranjing Mountain, the decisive battle at the beginning will definitely not allow an air-breathing Taoist like us to participate." When the war is over, we will have a place to play, and no one will miss the war. ”

Yang Qingyin sighed. Blamed himself in a low voice: "If I work harder, I may have reached the realm of Dining Xia, and I don't need to mix with the inhaling Taoist." ”

Fang Fang slowed down and stood side by side with Mu Xingqiu, and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Mu Xingqiu nodded and whispered, "That Alien Historian, isn't he very fond of studying the history of the demon clan?

Fang Fang thought for a while, "Feibao said that the other Shijun studied the ancient history of the demon clan, and there was no Taoist system at that time, so he may not know about the recent situation." ”

Mu Xingqiu didn't say more, he had too little information, only a few words from the Taoist priest who led the way, which was not enough to make more inferences.

More than half of the distance in the forest was already passed, and Xiao Qingtao suddenly spoke, "Are these all Nebula Trees?"

The Taoist priest who led the way turned to look at her in surprise, "You actually recognize, that's right, the entire valley is full of nebula trees." ”

The disciples of Pang Shan carefully observed the trees on both sides of the road, the height was different, the leaves were large and small, the colors were even more varied, the bark was smooth and some were rough, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like the same kind of tree, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with the "nebula".

"What is the Nebula Tree?" even Yang Qingyin had never heard of it.

Xiao Qingtao stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, "I knew that the Nebula Tree was a tree that moved and had eyes, and lo and behold, these trees have eyes. ”

Strictly speaking, they are just scars in the shape of an eye, but if you look closely, you can see that they really seem to be staring at the passerby.

"Oh, I see, these trees move slowly like nebulae in the sky, that's why it's called Nebula Trees, I've heard people say it, and I forgot it for a while. Yang Qingyin suddenly realized.

There was a little new thing to talk about, and the disappointment of Pang Shan's disciples eased a lot, and when they saw the Demon Suppression Bell from afar, their minds were all turned to the magic weapon in their hands, and they didn't care whether they could participate in the war or not.

The demon bell is a slender bronze bell engraved with colorful ancient patterns, upside down on a flat ground, about five feet high, it looks inconspicuous, and there is a larger copper bell on it, three zhang high, more than one zhang in diameter, the shape and texture are exactly the same as the small bell inside, but it is more than ten times larger, and it is transparent.

It was far away from the Demon Suppression Bell, and the Taoist priest who led the way stopped and respectfully performed the Taoist salute to the Demon Suppression Bell, and the disciples of Pang Shan did it correctly, and even the bald man made a posture of saluting.

"The small one is the demon suppression bell itself, it keeps coming out of the sound of demon suppression, forming a larger phantom body outside, the big bell is its voice, look closely, the big bell is actually trembling slightly, suppressing ten thousand demons. That's it. ”

The disciples of Pang Shan were in awe, and the bald man whispered in Mu Xingqiu's ear, "Why can't I hear any sound at all?"

"The sound of demon suppression cannot be heard by ordinary ears. Mu Xingqiu said.

The Taoist priest who led the way added, "I don't need to remind you. You must also know that don't try to listen to the voice of the demon suppression, it will make your soul scatter, why do the demons lose their form and can only exist in the way of demon seeds? ”

The bald man was frightened and hurriedly shook his head, "If you don't listen, you won't listen, and I won't listen to you if you kill me, and I don't know how many souls I have left." I can't afford to lose it anymore. ”

The Demon Bell was surrounded by five ancient trees, their leaves half-withered but still luxuriant, intertwined with each other, forming a larger hood above the Demon Bell, leaving only a small gap in the middle.

"Thirty-three thousand Nebula Trees, every five hundred years, change five trees to continue to purify the Demon Suppression Bell. The Taoist priest who led the way introduced in a tone of awe. "It's not even one percent yet. ”

"The Demon Suppression Bell also needs to be purified?" Xin Youtao asked, affected by the surrounding atmosphere, and involuntarily lowered his voice.

"It's in constant contact with the Demon Seed, and of course it needs to be purified from time to time. The Taoist priest who led the way said.

"Some of the demon seeds escaped through these nebula trees, right?" Shen Hao asked suddenly.

The Taoist priest who led the way glanced at him and said a little coldly: "Most of the demon seeds that escaped from the Demon Suppression Bell will be wiped out in the forest, and only a few can escape from Wangshan. It's something no one can stop. ”

Shen Hao didn't say anything, and looked at each other with Mu Xingqiu, it was a very small little demon seed that took away all their relatives in their hometown.

"You can dye the magic weapon, who will come first?" said the Taoist priest who led the way, ending his introduction.

The three male disciples stepped aside. Yang Qingyin pushed out the little green peach, "The magic weapon you made first." You come first. ”

Xiao Qingtao was a little excited, holding her jade Ruyi, and followed the Taoist priest who led the way to the nearest ancient tree of purification, there were still dozens of steps away from the Demon Bell, the Taoist priest knelt on the side of the road, stretched out his hand to brush away a thick layer of fallen leaves, and gently pulled out a tender branch from below.

"Sit down, it will entangle your magic weapon, and when the divine mud comes off, even if the dyeing is completed, there may be a little pulling power, you don't let go. ”

The Taoist priest got up and stepped back, Xiao Qingtao nodded nervously, sat cross-legged on the ground, and held Ruyi in both hands.

The twig was topped with two extremely small leaves, swaying gently in the wind, as if it would break if someone touched it casually, it grew as quickly as a vine wrist, wrapped around Ruyi, and every time it went around, it would branch out a twig and drill into the layer of Zi Mo Shen mud that wrapped the magic weapon, causing thin cracks.

About a quarter of an hour or so, there was a crisp snap, and the mud broke into dozens of pieces, hanging on the branches like fruits, and the young branches slowly retracted back to their original size, and the fragments of the divine mud were scattered around.

"Purple Mo Divine Mud is extremely nourishing to the Nebula Tree, and this is even the cost of your demon staining. The Taoist priest who led the way said with a smile.

Xiao Qingtao stood up, still holding the magic weapon in both hands, and looked at it with disbelief with wide eyes.

Everyone else came running to watch.

It was a pure white Ruyi that was more than a foot long, flawless, and strangely, every once in a while, a red dot flowed quickly from the end of the handle to the Ganoderma lucidum-like stalk.

"Three grades and five grades. The Taoist priest who led the way was a connoisseur, and he made a judgment at a glance, "Give it a name." ”

"Starfall, that's its name, Starfall Ruyi. Xiao Qingtao said immediately.

Yang Qingyin's heart was itching, but she still asked Fangfang to dye the magic weapon for the second time.

A slender dark green magic sword, the sword body is covered with cloud-like lines, four grades and three levels, Fang Fang named it "Greasy Cloud", this name was ridiculed by Yang Qingyin, but she was in a hurry to dye the magic weapon, so she quickly let Fang Fang go.

Yang Qingyin's short sword flickered with cold light, looking hard and sharp, even if it was not used as a magic weapon, it was also a great blade, the lines on it were very light, and you had to align the angle to see the snowflake-like pattern, "Four grades and four grades, hehe, I will say that my materials are a little worse than yours, but the grade must be higher than yours, 'cutting snow', that's the name, no one is allowed to laugh." ”

No one laughed, Fang Fang and Xiao Qingtao were still admiring their magic weapons, and the three male disciples were already waiting impatiently.

They discussed the order, Xin Youtao was the first, he created a three-grade seven-level lilac Ruyi, very happy, because purple is the symbol of the Xijie royal family, so he named the magic weapon "Wang Sun".

Shen Hao's Ruyi is red on the front and black on the back, which is quite slaughtering, and it is a second-class three-grade product, and it is named "Breaking the Army".

In the end, it was Mu Xingqiu's turn, and the bald man was even more anxious than him, and kept muttering "the bigger, the better".

The Taoist priest who led the way looked at the big sword and said something similar to that of the Taoist priest of the Wandi Mountain Flood Furnace Branch, "Your magic sword needs a lot of demon seeds." ”

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