Chapter 0482: Asking for Help From Yashan

The two groups of Taoist priests stood opposite each other, no one spoke, the breeze blew, and there was a crackling sound from the fire on the ground. There was silence at Yaoshan Pass. Although a fierce battle had been fought here, no injured were left.

Silence is fertile ground for wild thoughts, especially for those whose future is bleak.

The Taoist priests on the corpse demon's shoulders gradually showed their uneasiness, looking at each other and moving slightly. Finally, a young Taoist priest couldn't help it anymore. He looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He probably came to join the battle just after reaching the third level of inhalation. Yes, I have thought about victory and death, but I have never thought about being invaded by demons.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, Uncle Ji Yi, it's me, Shen Bucai..."

The half-demon Yin Buchen stood in the shadow next to the corpse demon's head. When he heard the name, he happily interjected: "Hey, what a coincidence, my name is Yin Buchen, and you..."

Shen Buche waved his hand and sent out a ball of fire, and his voice instantly turned into anger, "Shut up!"

The angry Taoist priest's technique was slightly worse. Yin Buchen squatted down with his head in his hands, and barely escaped the spell. The fireball hit a corpse on the neck of the corpse demon, and the blood splattered all over Yin Buchen.

It was the corpse of a flying demon. The human head had a long sharp beak. After being hit, it actually leaned out of the pile of corpses and stared at the Taoist priest who cast the spell with cold eyes. As if still alive.

Shen Buchi was frightened, and his sword flew into the air. A Taoist priest next to him reminded: "Zuo Liuying asked us not to take a step away from the corpse demon."

"Who is Zuo Liuying? I don't know Zuo Liuying. I am a Taoist priest from Yashan. Why should I listen to him?" Shen Buzhe said angrily. Even before withdrawing from Pangshan, the head of the Pangshan Forbidden Secret Department had a prominent reputation within the Taoist tradition. Of course, Shen Bucai had heard of it, but at this time, he was scared and anxious, and regarded "never seen" as "not seen". know".

Shen Buqi flew towards the row of Yashan Taoist priests on the opposite side and went straight to Shen Jiyi, "Uncle Jiyi, I want you to check me again. I feel that I have not been invaded by demons. Really, I don't believe other people." I only believe in you..."

Shen Jiyi, who usually wore an elegant smile, had an extremely cold expression at this time. He stretched out his right arm to signal Shen Buchi to stop. The Shen family is a large Taoist family with a long history and many members. It is too complicated to talk about seniority. Taoist priests like simplicity and hate complexity. They usually only call Taoist friends. If they have to have a title, they will just call it random, so Shen Jiyi I don't feel that Shen Buche is really his "nephew" at all, but I am a bit dissatisfied with the name "Uncle Jiyi".

Shen Buchi stopped in the air and looked at Shen Jiyi hopefully. Behind him, the nearly a hundred Taoist priests on the corpse demon's shoulders also had a glimmer of hope. What if the bronze mirror was wrong? What if I'm still normal?

Shen Jiyi had a small bronze mirror in his hand, which emitted a ray of light that started from the bun on Shen Buche's head and slowly moved downwards. Shen Buche's heart beat faster, his lips were tightly closed, and his eyes were unblinking. , for fear that any action would be considered a sign of demonic invasion.

The light from the bronze mirror stopped when it moved to his chest. Shen Bu was not allowed to look down. There was a faint green light shaking in the pure white light. He had already seen this green light on the southern battlefield, and it was still on his shoulder. On the upper body, now it’s on the chest, "Is this, is this a demon species? The color is so light, I don’t have any special feeling..."

More than a dozen rays of white light came, overlapping with Shen Jiyi's mirror light. The green color of the demon became clearer, and it appeared very frightened. It swam nervously within the range of the white light, looking for an impossible way out.

"Don't embarrass Yashan and the Shen family." Shen Jiyi said.

Shen Buzhe was dumbfounded, the mirror light gradually dissipated, and his face became as pale as paper, "I reached the third level of inhalation a month ago, refined the magic sword ten days ago, and broke a precious old magic weapon before I completed it. Imbued with demons...my mother originally didn't allow me to participate in this battle, but...I didn't expect..."

Shen Buzhe took a deep breath, slowly spit out his inner elixir, and looked at it reluctantly. The inner elixir left his body, and his magic power disappeared quickly. Shen Buqi began to descend to the ground. His eyes swept around, as if he was looking for someone qualified to take over his inner elixir, and finally he held it tightly in his hand.

The magic sword under his feet disappeared, and Shen accidentally fell to the ground. He was not dead yet, but he was already discouraged and unwilling to make any more moves.

A beam of light suddenly shot out from the corpse demon's left forearm. It was much thinner than the light from the bronze mirror and lasted for a very short time. It almost flashed by and hit Shen Bubu's head. The Taoist priest's body completely softened, and then The whole body was ignited with fire, and the green demon seed flew into the air. The green light was wrapped in flames, and it kept changing its shape. After rising several feet, it exploded with a bang and disappeared without a trace.

This was no ordinary fire. When Shen accidentally fell to the ground, it had been burnt to a pile of ashes, leaving only a few magic weapons and the light yellow inner elixir. It was not affected by the flames and was still crystal clear and round.

Everyone fell into silence again, and a Taoist priest on the corpse demon's shoulder suddenly said loudly: "What are we waiting for? Isn't the final result just death? We are all Taoist priests, and we should be prepared for this. Stop holding on to unnecessary of hope.”

"Yeah, what are you waiting for? There are no monsters to kill here, we are just a bunch of monsters."

The Taoist priests sat down one after another, preparing to use their energy to spit out the inner elixir. Only twenty or thirty people were still standing, but they also seemed restless. They hoped to get more instructions from Zuo Liuying.

Zuo Liuying suppressed the effectiveness of the demon species, but could not and could not influence the Taoist priests' own thoughts.

Zuo Liuying did not speak, Yin Buchen walked out of the shadows cautiously, "I am not a Taoist priest, but I think it is better to wait. I used to think that the demon clan only had a few tricks, but later I found that the demon arts were also rich and colorful, and everything was possible, so don't rush to imitate Shen Bu Ce, maybe a miracle will happen, and you should also do something for the Taoist tradition..."

"Yes, I want to do something for the Taoist tradition. Even if I commit suicide, I will kill the demon first!" A standing Taoist priest summoned an iron ruler, but his eyes were fixed on Yin Buchen.

"You said to kill the demon, you don't mean me, right? I just helped you a lot..." Yin Buchen smiled and retreated.

The Taoist priest wanted to kill him, and the sitting Taoist priests all stood up and summoned magic weapons, all wanting to kill another demon before they died.

It was not Zuo Liuying who saved the half-demon's life, but a loud noise inside the demon mountain pass. Then, a strong airflow rushed from the inside to the outside. Nearly a hundred Yashan Taoist priests who were neatly arranged in the air were instantly dispersed. The powerful ones jumped up and avoided the airflow, while those with lower magic power were swept by the airflow, and they turned over in a panic. They were blown more than ten miles away before they stopped one after another. When they looked back, they found themselves behind the corpse demon.

The corpse demon did not move, and the demon-invading Taoist priests on his shoulders did not move either. The thick chest and thick arms of the corpse demon blocked the airflow.

"What's going on?" Questions were heard everywhere. The Taoist priests who were originally planning to kill the demon first and then commit suicide to eliminate the demon also stopped and looked anxiously at the center of the demon mountain pass, but there was a ban set by Yashan there, and they could not see anything.

The Taoist priests of Yashan gathered again. Zhou Qianhui, the chief of the Divine Engineering Department, just flew back and shouted: "Retreat, everyone retreat a hundred miles away and wait for orders."

Zhou's "everyone" does not include the corpse demon and the Taoist priests who invaded the demon. Zhou Qianhui came to the corpse demon and said, "Zuo Liuying, do you really want to work for the Taoist tradition?"

Zuo Liuying did not answer. Zhou Qianhui scanned the faces of the Taoist priests who invaded the demon, trying to find Zuo Liuying's messenger. As a result, a thin half-demon walked out of the shadow next to the corpse demon's head.

Yin Buchen raised his right arm, his face full of confusion, "There is a voice talking in my head, calling himself Zuo Liuying, he said... he said..."

"What did he say?" Zhou Qianhui asked in a deep voice.

"He said he only cares about exorcising demons, no matter who he works for."

A loud noise came from the center of the Demon Mountain Pass again, and the turbulent airflow surged again. Zhou Qianhui instantly rose to a high altitude to avoid this powerful force, and then fell again. Looking at the motionless body of the corpse demon, his voice softened a little, "Okay, there are five demon trees and at least three complete demon species ahead, please get rid of them. But it has been said in advance that the Sword Washing Pool is the treasure of Yashan, and no one can move it. The masters of the eight Taoist sects have reached an agreement that the Amber Taoist priest also belongs to Yashan, and outsiders are also not allowed to touch it."

"Wow, the conditions of the Taoist sect are always so harsh, and they are not willing to be soft-hearted when asking for help. I admire you." Yin Bushen tilted his head and thought for a while. It seemed that Zuo Liuying had said a lot to him. , but when he spoke, his answer was extremely simple, "He said yes."

Zhou Qianhui would not be surprised by any response from Zuo Liuying. He flew to the side to make way. After waiting for a while, the corpse demon did not move. "The time to eliminate the demon is now. Zuo Liuying, what are you waiting for?"

Yin Buchen curled his lips, "He said that Yashan has put forward the conditions, but he hasn't put forward the conditions yet."

There was another loud noise and airflow. Zhou Qianhui flew up and down, and his tone became more and more relaxed, "Please speak."

"Zuo Liuying's conditions are very simple, I think they are too simple." Yin Buchen was not an honest messenger, and added his own thoughts, "He said that Yashan had to make a guarantee that he would not harm Pangshan's disciple Mu Songxuan."

"Mu Songxuan has the water of the sword washing pool in his mind." Zhou Qianhui said.

"The Sword Washing Pool is the treasure of Yashan. Everyone knows this. The water in Mu Songxuan's brain will be returned to Yashan sooner or later, but it has to wait until he dies. With Mu Songxuan's condition, he won't live long. Yashan waited for more than 50 years for Du Fangfeng before, so he doesn't mind waiting a few more years."

Zhou Qianhui carefully examined Mu Songxuan's condition and knew that this head could not live forever. Yashan could wait before because the Taoist tradition was very stable, and it was not easy to rob it because of the rules of Qishan. But now the world is in chaos, and Pangshan's strength has dropped sharply. The sooner the Sword Washing Pool is complete, the sooner Yashan can rest assured.

Zhou Qianhui hesitated for a while. He was also in contact with the Taoist priests of Yashan. "Okay, Yashan can wait."

The corpse demon still did not move. Yin Bushen shook his head and sighed in disappointment when he could no longer hear Zuo Liuying's voice.

"Zuo Liuying!" Zhou Qianhui raised his voice. The situation was critical at the moment, otherwise he would not come for help, but Zuo Liuying's delay in taking action made him very dissatisfied.

The corpse demon's mouth opened again, and the bald man was still inside!