Chapter 0451 Raging Sea Tide

The spells came in overwhelming numbers, and under the cover of the night, they barely revealed any form or sound. Only the Taoist's eyes could see a large group of faint light rushing towards the Turen City, like a dark cloud sweeping the ground, or like dust sweeping across the wilderness.

The three flying monsters in the sky were still circling boredly. Their mission was to monitor the Taoists on the ground. Even if they looked up, they could not find the threat approaching rapidly dozens of miles away.

The magic tools on the edge of the ban began to sound warnings, the copper bells rang slightly, the copper mirrors rotated, and the candle flames tilted. Xiao Qingtao came out of the tent and looked into the distance for a while, "Oh my God, this is... Didn't they say that the war would not start until the end of autumn? We have just entered the demon clan's territory..." She didn't dare to say anything more, thinking that the war started too coincidentally.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't explain what was going on. This was obviously a powerful spell that could only be cast by the Taoists who were infused with spirits. With their consistent contemptuous attitude towards the demon clan, it seemed unnecessary to take the means of surprise attack.

At this time, Zuo Liuying's opinion is most needed, but he has not spoken since he said "the war has begun". He just put his hands behind his back and looked at the magic in the distance, as if it was a beautiful sight.

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

Magic can't distinguish who is the enemy and who is the friend. The restrictions set by Xiao Qingtao and Mu Xingqiu may not be able to hold up even for a moment.

Zuo Liuying shook his head gently.

The magic came violently and quickly. It was approaching the Tu Ren City for more than ten miles in a short time. The magic tools on the edge of the restriction reacted more violently. The sound of the copper bell began to become harsh. The glimmer seen by the sky eye became more and more grand, hundreds of feet high and dozens of miles wide, enough to swallow up several Tu Ren Cities.

The first to react on the demon side was not the flying demon, but several demon towers. The demon heads hanging on the towers roared like cracked drums, and the demon eyes were shining. Other demon tools struggled frantically, as if they all wanted to escape from the demon towers and escape for their own lives.

The three flying monsters were extremely frightened. Now even they could see the large glimmer of light emitted by the spell. Like a huge monster leaping from the deep sea, the flying monster kept flapping its wings and screaming, hesitating between sticking to its duty and fleeing. Soon, the latter prevailed and the three flying monsters fled to the southeast.

When they saw the form of the spell, it was too late. A breeze with a damp breath blew over, and the three flying monsters seemed to be pierced by sharp arrows, crying at the same time, and then fell to the ground.

This was only the vanguard of the Taoist spell. The restrictions set by Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Qingtao were like a thatched house in a storm, shaking and about to fall. The copper bells were still ringing, but the lights and candles had gone out, and the bronze mirror hanging in the air fell to the ground with a snap.

"Really, really don't need to do anything?" Xiao Qingtao's fear was also rising. She had practiced in the Taoist tradition for many years and participated in many battles. Except for Fangfang's broken pill, she had never seen such a magnificent spell. Feng Ruhui used his soul to drive the Siming Ding and Zuo Liuying's hand of magic. Although it was strong, it lacked the momentum of swallowing the sky and spitting out the earth.

As he spoke, the spell had already killed. In an instant, the ground shook, the breeze turned into a gust of wind, the soft light turned into lightning like a spear and a giant halberd, and the water droplets shot through the simple ban and hit the ground directly like hail.

The flea was always alert, rushing forward with its horns, making a whirring sound in its mouth, and suddenly lowered its head and turned to jump behind Zuo Liuying. It was also scared.

Mu Xingqiu was also shocked. Seeing Zuo Liuying indifferent, he summoned the Frost Soul Sword. If the Taoist priests felt that they could sacrifice a few young Taoist priests for some reason, he would have a way to protect himself. But he deeply doubted whether the soul power of the Frost Soul Sword could block this powerful spell.

The spell arrived, Xiao Qingtao's face turned pale, and her hair was blown messy by the wind. At the critical moment, Zuo Liuying finally reacted, raised his hands to his chest, and in a flash, he pinched out more than a dozen spells. His ten fingers were extremely flexible. Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Qingtao couldn't see his movements even with their celestial eyes.

The straw hat on Zuo Liuying's head suddenly flew up and instantly expanded to the same size as the house. The hollow part was filled with a layer of white light, covering the man, the unicorn and the tent.

The wind howled and the rain pounded. The straw hat looked vulnerable. Its surface was uneven and holes of different sizes kept appearing on it. Soon, it changed its fighting style, sometimes larger and sometimes smaller, following the magic outside. At the smallest time, it almost hit the heads of several people, but it could always block the magic and keep them safe. The two tents more than ten steps away seemed to be getting closer and farther.

After a full quarter of an hour, the magic ended. Xiao Qingtao's heart finally fell back to its original position. Although she admired Zuo Liuying very much, she still felt a little nervous about his protection method.

The straw hat returned to its normal size, but it was already riddled with holes and could no longer be used. However, 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 Slaughter City was not worthy of its name. It was slaughtered first. The towering demon tower and the damaged city wall had disappeared without a trace. The debris on the ground seemed to have just been washed away by a flood.

Xiaohao came out of the tent, rubbed her eyes and yawned, "It's not even dawn yet, what's going on outside?" She also looked at the Slaughter City for a while, and asked in confusion: "The demons are moving now? They are so fast, I haven't even met them yet."

"Is this a spell cast by the Taoists?" Xiao Qingtao asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"This is the angry wave from the Yashan Sword Washing Pond. One Taoist priest is enough." Zuo Liuying reached out and handed the straw hat to Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu didn't understand the meaning of this move, but he still took it in his hand and looked down carefully. The straw hat was still the original straw hat. He bought it from an ordinary old man in the imperial capital. There was nothing special about it. It was struck by a spell. The holes have turned it into a piece of waste, without any use value.

"Yashan is thousands of miles away from here, how could..." Xiao Qingtao shut up in time, not wanting to appear to be questioning Zuo Liuying.

"The Sword Washing Pool is a magic weapon. It can be turned into a pool covering an area of ​​several hectares, and it can also be reduced to the size of an ordinary copper basin. It is really unexpected that the Yashan Taoist priests brought this mountain-suppressing treasure...or maybe I just forgot. "Zuo Liuying has no way of knowing which memories have been removed.

Xiao Qingtao didn't know much about the history of Taoism, but she knew that the treasures of each Taoism rarely left the mountain. For example, the Ancestral Pagoda had to leave Laozu Peak. Even so, Zuo Liuying did not take it away from Xijie Kingdom—— This is the place where Pang Shan selects his disciples, and to a certain extent, it belongs to Pang Shan's sphere of influence.

"There's no need to clean the sword pool to eliminate the demon clan. Yashan has another purpose, but... I really forgot." Zuo Liuying knocked on his head and turned to Mu Xingqiu, "What do you see?"

"The straw hat is not a weapon. After you cast it, it can block the spells from the Yashan Treasure." Mu Xingqiu thought about it again, and then said: "No matter how powerful the spell is, it must be supported. It can be as strong as the sword washing pool, as weak as a sword." An ordinary straw hat is something that can be relied upon. If you can give up relying on it, you may be able to reach the origin of Dao Fire, but... how can this be possible? "

Zuo Liuying glanced at Mu Xingqiu, but his expression did not change at all, "I mean this one is broken and I need a new straw hat."

Mu Xingqiu's face turned red, thinking that Zuo Liuying was deliberately teasing him, but then he thought that this was impossible, so he continued to think with the broken straw hat.

Xiao Qingtao hurriedly took out a new straw hat from the Qiankun bag and handed it over. She was glad that she had brought this pile of common people's things with her.

Xiao Hao rode a flea and ran to the Slaughter City to take a look and then came back, "It's really strange, what happened last night? All the demons disappeared, not a single one was left, only a lot of blood stains."

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

"No, I'll go look for it again." Xiao Hao signaled Flea to turn around and ran towards the ruins of Slaughter City.

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

"It was blown away by the wind." Zuo Liuying said.

The sky is getting brighter, and the ruins of the Massacre City reveal a tragic side. There are bloodstains and broken demon weapons everywhere. There are no complete corpses, but occasionally scattered hands and feet can be seen.

Xiao Hao's voice came from afar, "There is a demon here, and it's not dead yet!"

The three flew over and saw the seriously injured demon general in a cave whose roof had been destroyed.

The double-horned helmet and leather armor with many accessories were gone. The demon general was almost naked and covered in blood. He looked more like an ordinary human than a demon. He looked at several Taoist priests and wanted to sneer, but all he could say was Coughing, "Is the war starting now? The monster race will never die, let alone surrender. I...I..."

The demon general wanted to curse, but was unable to do so. Xiao Hao advised him: "You'd better stop talking and think about happy things. You are about to die. In the next forty-nine days, memories will be the only thing you can do." It’s better to be happy than to complain about something.”

Xiao Hao sincerely wanted to comfort the seriously injured, but what the demon general heard was only curses and sarcasm. His eyes widened in anger, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth, and the last bit of life disappeared.

Xiao Hao recited a scripture in a low voice, and Mu Xingqiu noticed something unusual. He squatted down, put his straw hat on the ground, reached out and wiped the blood on the demon general's chest, revealing two lines of words that had just been engraved on it:

The head is admired by Song Xuan, whoever knows its whereabouts will live, and whoever surrenders it will be rewarded, Yashan.

Xiao Qingtao read it again, becoming more and more panicked, "Ashan sent out a wave of anger, it was actually for the bald man!"

Mu Xingqiu stood up and said, "Shen Jiyi said that Yashan will take back the sword-washing pool water in Bald Man's head at all costs. This is not a war between Taoism and the demon clan. Yashan probably carved the same words on every corpse. The writing was blown to the demon clans everywhere, forcing them to help find the whereabouts of the bald man. It also... gave me a warning. "

The target of the first attack at Yashan Sword Washing Pond was not randomly selected, but came with 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 Taoist order. Do you still remember?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Zuo Liuying had part of his memory removed and seemed a little slow to think about anything. "I remember," he said, and thought for a while, "I had some ideas at the time, but they are gone."