The little follower of the Great Demon Lord [Traveling]

Heavy snow fell profusely, and Ning Shuang was already bruised when she came out of the practice room.

Compared with monsters, humans are so weak that they have no room to parry.

So Ning Shuang began to take a large amount of elixirs given by Lord Mozun in order to improve her cultivation.

In the morning when the wind and snow did not stop, Ning Shuang rushed to the practice room, and Lord Mozun was already on the high seat, and gave Ning Shuang a crescent knife covered with flames.

"This sword is a treasured sword of the demon clan that has been tempered with hundreds of blood. If you can use it skillfully, it will belong to you."

Ji Li looked at Ning Shuang and wanted to reach out to take the crescent knife hanging in front of him.

There were countless weapons in the practice room, and Ji Li watched Ning Shuang being forcibly dragged to the stove because of holding the crescent knife, and said leisurely, "This knife is extremely bloodthirsty, if you can't subdue it, Then you can only sacrifice it with blood."

"Yes." Sweat dripped from Ning Shuang's cheeks, and she exerted all her strength to control the crescent knife until her toes touched the wall bricks, and then she stopped pushing towards the stove.

It's just that the crescent knife didn't give in so easily, but quickly flipped the blade and stabbed at Ning Shuang.

The sharpness of the blade caused Ning Shuang to let go of her hand to avoid it, and Ji Li shook her head involuntarily.

Seeing Mozun's disappointed expression, Ning Shuang gritted her teeth and rushed towards the crescent knife.

It's just that after several moves, Ning Shuang has already been stabbed many times.

But the crescent knife was still merciless, until Ning Shuang held the handle again, and the flame from the blade suddenly burst out.

Ning Shuang's palm was blurred by the burning flesh, and the scarlet blood veins ignited at the same time, as did the blood veins around her neck.

Ji Li played with the crimson spar on his wrist boredly, and didn't care about the struggling Ning Shuang.

In fact, this knife was originally prepared for Chang Ying, after all, it is most appropriate to use the spiritual power of the flame orb in her body to control this knife.

So a few days ago Ji Li brought this crescent moon knife to Chang Ying who had been hiding in the mansion to recuperate from her injuries.

Chang Ying spent a lot of cultivation in the water to go to the Moon Palace's magic circle, so Ji Li has always prepared good berry liquid for her to heal her wounds.

Seeing that she has regained some energy during this period of time, I just wanted her to try it.

"I think you don't have a weapon right now, why not try this knife." Ji Li handed the Crescent Moon knife to the person who was focusing on peeling peanuts.

Changying looked at the knife with fire patterns all over it, and stretched out her hands to take it.

Unexpectedly, this crescent knife is very heavy. When Changying held it with both hands, she still felt a little hard.

"It's so heavy." Chang Ying held the handle of the knife with both hands and fell to the ground, looking embarrassed no matter how you looked.

Ji Li looked at the Crescent Knife in her hand without any response and was a little puzzled: "Just try to swing it to see."

Chang Ying raised the crescent knife to the front of her body after she had secured her horse stance, first moved it to the left, and then moved it to the right.

Ji Li thought she was going to perform a move, but unexpectedly there was a bang, and the falling crescent knife pierced the floor of the room.

"I'm so tired." Changying was relieved to see the Crescent Knife standing upright on the spot.

But Changying didn't expect Master Li's expression to be extremely dangerous, and subconsciously uttered a little scared: "What's the matter?"

"This crescent knife in your hand is no different from a hatchet for chopping wood." Ji Li pulled out the crescent knife in disgust.

Changying watched Master Li take the knife and dance it in the courtyard, only to realize that the knife was so powerful that the snowflakes in the sky even melted into warm snow water.

When the layers of snow waves fell on the courtyard like raindrops, Ji Li looked at the crescent knife without a drop of snow and said with satisfaction: "It is rumored that if this knife is practiced to perfection, not only can it be used in several moves Killing people inside is invisible, and can also use practice tricks to defeat the three armies."

"Did you understand the trick just now?" Ji Li turned around, but Chang Ying was holding the basin in both hands to catch the snow water, and anger was rising in her heart, "What are you doing!"

"I'm collecting snow water." Changying responded seriously, "Don't Master Li like to use snow water to make tea?"

Before the words fell, Ji Li raised Changying's ear.

"Lord Mozun?" Ning Shuang, who was dying of burns all over her body, yelled while holding the crescent knife tightly.

Ji Li came back to his senses and looked at the crescent knife that Ning Shuang had tamed, and said, "Very good, it belongs to you."

Probably because of Changying's Taoism, the crescent knife does not respond to her moves, so it is really just a heavy hatchet to her.

But for Ning Shuang, who practiced demon art, the crescent knife was obviously much more responsive.

In the afternoon, when Ning Shuang left the practice room, the guards were patrolling nearby.

When Huafeng meets Ning Shuang on a tall horse, she always wants to say hello.

Therefore, although Ning Shuang was seriously injured, she still said, "Elder Hua has worked hard."

But Ning Shuang didn't wait for any response, Huafeng didn't even want to look at her more, just took the rein and walked over completely ignoring her.

"It's just a mortal, it really gives me face." Huafeng's demon soldier said jokingly.

When the people walked away, Ning Shuang turned her head to look at Huafeng's group.

The guards stepped forward to help and said: "Elder Hua is very powerful in the demon world, and even the demon master has to be reused. Elder Ning should take care of it."

Ning Shuang wiped the snow off her clothes with her hands, and said with hatred in her eyes, "It's okay, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and the days ahead will be long."

When Ji Li returned to the mansion in the afternoon, Changying's ears were still red and she was quietly practicing calligraphy.

"Master Li came back earlier today than yesterday."

Changying raised her head and looked at Master Li who was approaching.

Ji Li looked at the table full of papers and said, "Ning Shuang is much smarter than you, so naturally I don't need to worry too much."

Chang Ying, who was inexplicably compared, was still a little dazed, and raised her hand to answer: "I'm not stupid, I practiced a lot of calligraphy today."

It is probably because she has been practicing with reference to her own handwriting these years, so that her handwriting is more and more similar to Ji Li's handwriting.

Now that Ji Li looked at her words, he couldn't tell the difference.

"Isn't it nice?" Chang Ying hurriedly said when he saw Master Li was looking at it so seriously.

Ji Li met those bright and agile eyes, swallowed the words he was going to praise her, then lightly put down the paper and said, "No matter how beautiful your handwriting is, what's the use of that?"

Changying was asked such a question, and couldn't answer it for a while.

"It seems to be useless." Changying replied a little discouraged.

"Right now, the Taoists of Xianmen take Wuya Mountain as the center and take those six cities for their own use. When do you plan to leave?" Ji Li asked while pouring his tea.

Chang Ying tidied up her pen and ink and responded, "When does Master Li want me to leave?"

Ji Li paused slightly, then picked up the teacup and sipped teasingly: "Tomorrow."

"what?"

"What's wrong?" Ji Li couldn't help laughing at her surprised look.

"Is it really going to be so fast?" Changying actually didn't want to leave.

The wind and snow outside the window got bigger and bigger, Ji Li put down the teacup and said, "You don't have to leave, anyway, you, the head of the Pingxu Pavilion, are useless if you think about it."

The sect leader disappeared for more than half a year, and the group of Taoist priests did not come out to look for anyone, so it is conceivable that they are nothing more than that.

Changying didn't expect Master Li to dislike her so much, she lowered her head and packed her things without saying a word.

The night passed so quickly, Changying tilted her head to look at Mr. Li for a long time and couldn't bear to close her eyes.

When the sky was dim, Ji Li subconsciously reached out to the side of the bed, but unexpectedly, it was already empty.

"Chang Ying?" Ji Li stood up and looked out of the bed.

"Huh?" Changying was wearing a package, and she opened the gauze curtain with some red hands.

Seeing her dressed like this, Ji Li naturally knew that she was going to leave.

"It's still dark, what are you doing up?"

"Now that the snow has stopped outside, it's better to hurry."

It was already approaching New Year's Eve, but what Ji Li said yesterday was mainly a joke, who would have thought that she would take it seriously.

Changying watched Master Li turn around without saying a word, thinking she was sleepy.

"If you want to leave, hurry up." Ji Li said with disgust.

"En." Changying nodded, and reluctantly put down the gauze curtain.

When the house was silent, Ji Li got up from the bed and went outside, only to see that she really left.

In the empty house, only the tea table by the window is still full of unmelted fresh snow, and there are a few beautiful new plums in the strange-shaped vase.

The plum blossoms were still cold, presumably she had just picked them back.

"Chang Ying?" Ji Li called out hesitantly.

The wind and snow whizzed past the open window, but no sound responded to him.

She really left.

In the snowy winter day, all the demon soldiers and guardians in Ancheng could feel the violent mood of Lord Mozun in recent days.

Since Ning Shuang took over the Crescent Saber, her cultivation has improved a lot, and she is also very diligent in practicing martial arts every day.

But Master Mozun is always dissatisfied, not only deliberately let the demon soldiers practice with Ning Shuang, but sometimes let the guardians compete with Ning Shuang.

And because the winter snow came too early this year, food shortages occurred in many areas, and chaos broke out in many cities.

Ji Li looked at the reports handed in every day, and the guardians also had a lot to say.

"Nowadays, mortals from all over the world are gathering together to make troubles. I think it's better to kill them all together!"

"It's enough for us monsters to eat them."

"Yeah, anyway, it's useless to keep too many mortals, it's better to kill them."

These monsters have won the credit for fighting and killing. Naturally, the suppression of disasters is mostly resolved by force.

At first, Ji Li thought that if he killed everyone to warn others, this little chaos would be over.

But I didn't expect that many mortals fled to the territory of the Taoist Xianmen later, and then realized that there was a big trouble.

"Ning Shuang, I have sent you to manage disasters and turmoil." Ji Li knew that killing monsters would be fine, but in terms of governance ability, they couldn't do it.

"Yes!" Ning Shuang accepted the token and responded.

But Huafeng stopped her with words: "The mortals are in chaos, how can the Demon Venerable send mortals to manage it?"

Ji Li frowned slightly, looked at Hua Feng and said, "Then according to what Elder Hua said, who should we send?"

The seven guardians all fell silent at this moment.

At the end of this discussion, Ning Shuang issued a military order to lead the demon soldiers to the troubled area.

The Taoist territory of Xianmen is no better than that of the Yaozu in the past, as long as they are defeated, they can be recruited for their own use.

Even now, demons and demons still target each other, and they are even mentioned as mortals who have lived with Taoists for generations.

Ordinary people look down on monsters, and monsters also don't like to see mortals. This is probably the biggest dilemma for Taoists who rule the immortal sect.

Ji Li on the city wall was playing with Hongyu with his fingertips, watching the troop of demon soldiers go further and further, Huafeng quietly appeared beside him:

"Mozun really sure that Ning Shuang can suppress the mortals who make trouble?"

"You've asked her to issue a military order, so what's there to doubt?" How could Ji Li not know why Huafeng and all the guardians openly opposed Ning Shuang, she just wanted to force Ning Shuang to death.

Huafeng said with a slightly grave face: "There is a common saying among mortals, if they are not of my race, their hearts must be different. I don't know if Demon Venerable has heard it before?"

"Your vision is too short-sighted." Ji Li stroked Feixue off his sleeve with his fingertips, unwilling to talk to Huafeng in detail.

Race, also depends on what she says and does.

Although Ning Shuang is a mortal, Ji Li saw from her that only the demons are bloodthirsty.

This battle was a life and death struggle for Ning Shuang, if she wasn't ruthless enough, it would be useless for Ji Li to keep her.

From New Year's Eve, Ji Li could receive letters from Ning Shuang every day.

The Taoist priests of Wuya Mountain also heard about the trouble, so they took in many fleeing mortals.

And when Hua Yi saw the head who came back suddenly, he was a little surprised.

"Master, where have you been these days?"

Changying originally ran out secretly, so she could only say, "I'm going to Ancheng."

"It's good that you're fine." Huayi has been busy dealing with affairs in the library, and the headmaster's long absence made some disciples in the library full of suspicion towards Huayi.

But Huayi didn't dare to say anything, after all, the head of the sect had a close relationship with Mozun, and the Pingxu Hall, which had internal and external troubles, could only be borne by Huayi alone.

Now that Hua Yi sees the head come back safely, he just breathed a sigh of relief.

Chang Ying went back to Wuya Mountain Library Pavilion, and saw little briquettes sitting in a row on the window sill.

"Grandma's destined person, you are back."

"We've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait for me?" Changying put the oil-paper umbrella aside and approached.

The little briquettes gathered around and murmured: "Last time in Ancheng, grandma didn't save a destined person, and we were almost killed by a bad woman."

"Bad woman?" Changying was a little confused.

"Yeah, bad women are bad." The little briquettes turned around to reveal their foreheads, backs, and tails, which were of various shapes and sizes, lacking hair, and a large patch of bumps and holes.

After listening to what they said, Chang Ying slowly guessed that the bad woman they were talking about might be Master Li.

When Moyuan appeared at night, Changying was trimming the hair of the little briquettes.

On a winter snowy night, the mountain wind whizzed past and rolled up large swaths of flying snow. Changying held the sleeping coal balls in her arms, and turned her head to look at Moyuan, who had been silent all along.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"It's okay, it's none of your business." Mo Yuan glanced at Changying's face and replied calmly.

That day, Mo Yuan really didn't expect Ji Li to hurt the little briquette so viciously, so he distracted himself and exposed his flaws.

When New Year's Eve was approaching, when the turmoil at the foot of the mountain spread to Wuya Mountain, Huayi and all the Taoists were discussing the matter.

"Civil strife has occurred in the cities occupied by the Taoists of Xianmen in the Demon Realm. I think it's time for the Taoists of Pingxu Hall to help them out of their distress."

"We are now outnumbered and outnumbered. If we can't go down the mountain to rescue them, I'm afraid human beings will suffer countless casualties."

"I heard that the Mozun sent a large army to suppress it, and the troops around Ancheng are currently empty. If we arrange the manpower we have integrated in recent years, we may be caught off guard!"

Huayi listened to the words of the Taoist priests and turned to report to the head.

The Zangshu Pavilion in the afternoon was very quiet, and Changying was sorting out the attic bookshelves.

"Send troops?" Changying stood on the wooden ladder and looked at Huayi.

"Yes, because of the lack of food, people rioted, and those monsters didn't care about people's life or death. The Demon Lord has sent troops to suppress the civil strife."

Although Changying didn't understand why everyone would fight because of the lack of food, she still came down from the wooden ladder and said, "How much food do we have on the mountain?"

Hua Yi stared blankly at the leader Ying: "This year, Taoist disciples are frugal, so there is still some leftover."

"Then let's go down the mountain to donate food." Changying knew that ordinary people must eat every day, otherwise they would easily starve to death.

Originally, they were just discussing how to deal with the Demon Lord's brutal suppression of the disaster victims, but Huayi did not expect that the leader would offer to donate food.

When the disciples heard the news, they all expressed their puzzlement.

"Now that there is finally chaos in the demon world, we should take advantage of their chaos and take their lives. How can we help the enemy?"

"That's right, our food is also obtained through hard work. It's not like those monsters who eat the hard food of mortals but still waste it everywhere. Now there is a famine."

"I don't think the leader's move is appropriate. If the demon world recovers, they will have to attack us again. Who will save us then?"

The Great Hall of Wuya Mountain was full of quarrels. Although there were some disciples who supported the gift from the head of the sect, there were also many who opposed it.

So it dragged on for some time.

Mo Yuan felt annoyed seeing them arguing endlessly every day.

The little briquettes hung on the branches and yawned again and again: "Grandma, they are so noisy."

"Grandma, why are they arguing?"

"Because the current Taoist priests of Wuya Mountain don't care about the life and death of mortals at all." Mo Yuan wiped the fluffy snow off the little briquettes with his fingertips, "These Taoist priests only think about their own safety and interests."

By the time New Year's Eve passed, news of more mortal casualties came from the foot of Wuya Mountain.

Changying watched the Taoist priests arguing endlessly, and was still a little confused. It was obviously a matter of saving lives, so how could it be like this?

"This matter will be completely settled today, please let the head make a decision."

The hall suddenly became quiet, and Zhangying responded inexplicably nervously: "It is written in the Taoist scriptures that Taoist priests in Pingxuguan should take saving the world as their own duty, so naturally they have to go down the mountain to donate food to save people."

"But if we donate food, Wuya Mountain doesn't have much food reserves. What should we do if the Demon Lord besieges Wuya Mountain again?" This matter is related to the life and death of Pingxu Pavilion, so many Taoists are naturally worried.

"Then I'll go down the mountain to donate food." Changying didn't think too much about it, but just remembered the old lady's teaching.

Taoist priests cannot watch the people of the world in dire straits.

"This..." Many Taoist priests shouted, but they didn't know what to say.

Seeing this scene, Hua Yi said: "The disciple followed the master down the mountain to donate food, we will never be greedy for life and fear of death!"

Seeing that the sect master and Hua Yi were risking their lives, many disciples followed suit, and the hesitant ones had no choice but to agree.

The matter of half a month of discussion was finally finalized.

In early February, when the spring was cold, the Taoist priests of Wuya Mountain put on commoner clothes and rushed to the troubled city in batches in disguise.

Huayi looked at the grain that was being transported out continuously, and turned his head to look at Changying who was leading the donkey cart carrying the grain.

Changying also made up a little bit of makeup, and there was a lot of muddy water in front of her, as if she was fleeing.

"Sect Leader, you don't need to go down the mountain." Hua Yi knew that this matter was very dangerous, but ever since he saw the method of sealing letters, he obeyed the Sect Leader's words.

The Pingxu Pavilion, which has been built for thousands of years, is in such a state today, and it is definitely not the result of the demon world sending troops.

The Pingxu Pavilion was famous for saving the world back then, but now when disasters occur, many disciples turn a blind eye to the disasters of ordinary people, and instead have the desire to protect themselves.

It is conceivable that the Dao of Pingxu Gymnasium has been lost in the internal struggle for decades, and there is very little left.

Now if it is impossible to revive the avenue of the past, I am afraid that the Pingxu Pavilion will only die in a dying breath.

"Why can't I go down the mountain?" Changying asked while holding the donkey by the rope.

"You are the head of the sect. If something is lost, the Pingxu Hall may be in danger." Hua Yi said in a low voice.

Changying gently stroked the little donkey with her palm and replied, "But the master is no different from everyone else."

Hua Yi looked at the head in a daze and said, "You are right."

Perhaps it is because the sect leader sees things too cleanly that he enters the Tao.

The equality of all living beings is something that Taoists in Pingxu Daoguan know, but few people can do it nowadays.

The Taoist priests traveled a long distance to the disaster area where they were fighting, and quietly distributed food.

And Mo Yuan followed Changying all the way, and the little coal balls lay on their shoulders and looked around in fear: "Grandma, is the bad woman also nearby?"

"Probably." Mo Yuan glanced at the crimson spar worn around Chang Ying's neck, and thought that if Ji Li really had the heart, he would have surrounded them long ago.

In the warm spring of March, Ji Li kept receiving secret letters from Ning Shuang.

The appearance of Wuya Mountain Taoist made Ji Li realize the great opportunity.

But when Ji Li saw that Ning Shuang mentioned that Chang Ying was also among them, he had to hesitate again.

Originally, Ji Li thought that the group of Taoist priests in Wuya Mountain could not be so kind when it came to donating food, but now that she knew that Changying was among them, she naturally knew that she probably came up with the idea.

More and more victims of disasters gathered with the Taoist priests to distribute food, and even many victims of disasters gathered nearby.

"Don't grab it, there are all of them."

In the afternoon, the sun was getting bigger and bigger, and Hua Yi specially asked Taoist priests to take the victims to Wuya Mountain in batches. Spring is a good time to sow seeds.

Demons guard great cities and farmlands but only eat, drink and play, which causes famines.

The night is full of stars, and the Taoist priests are still rushing to move things and move their positions.

In order to avoid the pursuit of the demon soldiers, there are many charms on his body.

The Taoist priest had to change several places along the way, and Changying led the little donkey to carry the hungry old man with swollen legs, his eyes were slightly blue.

"I heard that the leader of the demon soldiers this time is a mortal woman. That woman is more ruthless than demons. First, she killed many troublemakers in a dozen cities, and the rivers and rivers were dyed red."

"On weekdays, we are asked to repair the palace. If we can't repair it, we will be beheaded. Now we don't have anything to eat and we are not allowed to make trouble."

"If it weren't for Taoist priests to save us, I'm afraid more people would starve to death."

Changying was already sleepy, but she still walked slowly with her eyelids open. When the mosquito approached her ear and was about to bite, she was suddenly bounced away.

The team marching in the night did not find the monster soldiers lurking not far away.

Ning Shuang watched Lord Mozun signal the monster soldiers to retreat without asking any further questions.

It was only in the early days of May that the disaster slowly passed, and Ji Li watched the group of Taoist priests avoid one barrier after another under his nose.

However, Ning Shuang was successful in controlling the disaster, so Huafeng and the others stopped making waves for a while.

"The sixteen city lords in this disaster should be punished by whipping, but I think you have contributed to the siege of the city, so I deal with it as appropriate." Ji Li looked at these incompetent demons, these rich cities can have disasters, One can imagine how incompetent and incompetent he is on weekdays.

Huafeng looked at many of her supporters, so she said in advance: "Master Mozun understands well, why don't you demote them?"

Ji Li saw that Huafeng was a little overwhelmed and wanted to keep his connections, "It's too childish to be demoted in such a chaotic situation, but I want to see how many city lords agree with Elder Hua's idea."

There was no sound in the huge hall for a moment, the city masters might not be able to figure out Lord Mozun's thoughts, but the seven guardians were very good.

This is clearly the Mozun testing the loyalty of the demons to Elder Hua.

When some city lords knelt down one after another, Ji Li looked around casually, "It seems that Elder Hua's idea doesn't have much support."

"How about throwing these city lords into the soul-devouring furnace for three days as a severe punishment?"

"Master Mozun is holy!" Ning Shuang knelt down in response.

Immediately above the hall, the mountain collapsed and knelt down on the ground, only Huafeng hadn't recovered yet.

Ji Li looked at Hua Feng and said, "Is Elder Hua dissatisfied?"

"Master Mozun is holy." Huafeng could only kneel down and praise.

The cruelty of the Soul Devouring Furnace is that it will not kill people in an instant, but the endless torture will make people go crazy.

Not to mention three days, many monsters have already lost their souls after one day.

Since then, city owners in various places have to report the amount of food and tax silver every year.

And Ji Li will also send Ning Shuang to various places for inspection and inspection, and if there is a mistake, he will be killed.

After this disaster, the number of people in Wuya Mountain and those six cities increased, and in order to alleviate the excessive number of people, Hua Yi led Taoist priests to reclaim a large amount of wasteland.

Changying looked at the people working in the fields all over the mountains and fields, and the little briquettes were picking wild flowers and playing in the grass.

"Grandma's predestined relationship, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking how good it is." Changying, wearing a straw hat, was helping to harvest autumn grains.

Everyone doesn't need to fight and kill.

Huayi promulgated new Taoist regulations in Pingxuguan, and the farmland of the common people does not need to hand over the grain for self-use.

The joy of harvest in autumn calmed the people's fear of famine.

The daily expenses of the Pingxu Pavilion can only be obtained by the Taoist priests themselves.

Fortunately, there are many merchants in the six cities who are well-off, but the Pingxu Pavilion only allows them to form a chamber of commerce to manage money, and has not directly managed human affairs since then.

The original Pingxuguan Taoist priests not only dealt with the vast territory of Xianmen Taoists, but also accepted offerings from the world.

It is precisely because of this that the situation of fighting for power and profit has developed. Now Huayi can only let the Taoist priests live a poor life as much as possible to cultivate their morality.

Due to their poor circumstances, many Taoist priests withdrew from the Pingxu Hall one after another, but the ones who remained were true monks.

It was another year of winter and snow, and the reputation of Pingxuguan Taoist priests spread day by day.

Soon even the mortals in the cities managed by the Demon Realm began to migrate to Wuya Mountain independently.

When Ji Li received the news, he frowned and said, "If this goes on, if all the mortals are gone, wouldn't it be an empty city?"

"Mozun, please calm down. We have now issued an order to prohibit the citizens of each city from leaving the city without permission, and those who disobey the order will be beheaded."

Ning Shuang stepped forward and said.

"How much farmland grain is reported in various places now?"

Ning Shuang shook her head in response: "According to reports from the city lords of various places, this spring is busy suppressing chaos, so most of them haven't planted seedlings, so they are living in a particularly difficult situation."

"Useless stuff!" Ji Li had forgotten that these demons only know how to manage things because they only eat, drink and play.

As the heavy snow fell day by day, many people still gathered outside the city wall near Wuya Mountain.

When Changying followed Huayi down the mountain, she was deeply shocked when she saw the demon soldiers capture them back.

The scene was exactly the same as when the spirit grass demon was caught back then, countless people were stuffed into the narrow cage.

The sound of wailing and begging for mercy has been spread far and wide.

"Kill!" Huayi cast a spell, and the Taoist priests rushed down the mountain together.

The monster soldiers were surrounded tightly, and they didn't know how to break the Taoist circle, so they fled around after being beaten.

Those people were brought into the city, and the Taoist priests set up porridge sheds for them.

"Now those cities in the Demon Realm don't open fields for farming, and they don't dare to send us long knives to hunt. Now most of the people are starving.

The common people complained, and Chang Ying felt sad when he heard it.

This surprise attack made the already precarious situation of the Demon Realm and the Immortal Taoists immediately dangerous.

When Ji Li heard that the demon soldiers reported that Chang Ying was among them, he was even more annoyed.

So Ji Li ordered to raise food, grass and military equipment immediately, intending to wipe out this group of Taoist priests who caused troubles in the spring of the coming year!

But before Ji Li went to Chang Ying to settle the score, she came here on her own initiative.

"You still dare to come to me?" Ji Li threw the teacup in her hand at her feet.

Changying glanced at the black mist surrounding Master Li and replied: "I came to find Master Li because of something important."

Ji Li raised his eyebrows and said, "The important thing you call is helping Taoist priests to harm me?"

"I never thought of killing Master Li." Changying took out a stack of papers from his sleeve, "It records how to sow and grow food and fruits."

"Are you sending these to humiliate me?"

Ji Li threw the stack of papers aside.

"How could it be?" Changying looked at Master Li in puzzlement, "Now Master Li doesn't have enough food, Taoist Wuya Mountain is willing to donate food to help everyone tide over the difficulties."

Ji Li looked angrily at Chang Ying who was always talking about Taoist priests, "Do you think those Taoist priests have such good intentions?"

If they really accepted the alms from the Taoist priests, it would be even more difficult for the demon world to rule in the human world.

"Then what does Master Li want to do?" Changying didn't understand why Master Li was so angry, she was clearly here to help.

"I just want to capture Wuya Mountain and burn down the Pingxu Hall!" Ji Li approached Chang Ying, his eyes full of murderous intent, "If you dare to stop me, I will kill you!"

Changying's eyes gathered mist and responded: "Even if I die, I will do this."

When Ji Li approached Chang Ying with his palms up, she just closed her eyes and did not dodge at all.

Chang Ying, who thought she would be beaten, opened her eyes, only to find that she was bound by Master Li's demon stone vine.

"It's not that easy for you to die!" Ji Li held the other end of the demon stone vine with his fingers.

Before the words were finished, Changying was dragged into the inner pool, and the sound of water buzzed in his ears, but there was no figure of Mr. Li in front of him.

Changying couldn't move because she was tied up, and the Yaoshivine was tightly attached to the flesh and couldn't break free.

Looking at the calm water surface, Ji Li pulled out the demon stone vine between his fingers, only then did he see her face revealed.

Even across the water, Changying could still see the smile of the demon lingering around Mr. Li.

The scattered black hair suspended in the water made Chang Ying's puzzled and bewildered face charming. When water bubbles kept overflowing from her nose, Ji Li saw pain and struggle in her eyes, but there was no hatred.

When there was a bang, Chang Ying was pulled out of the water, struggling to breathe.

"Li..." Before she could say anything, Chang Ying was put into the water again.

【You should have killed her. 】The demon whispered in the ear.

Ji Li frowned slightly and looked at Xin Mo, then looked at Changying in the water.

When the sound of splashing water sounded, Master Li himself jumped into the pool.

It's just that the force that almost pressed Changying into the flesh and blood made Changying's bones ache tight.

When the two of them slowly sank into the water, Chang Ying hugged Master Li tightly back, and saw clearly that the inner demon outside the water did not come in.

The sudden stabbing pain in the back of the neck brought Chang Ying back to her senses, and Ji Li didn't show mercy.

Changying, who was not as good at water as an adult, slowly lost consciousness.

When Ji Li saw Chang Ying with her eyes closed with no expression on her face, she brought her out of the water in a panic.

"Changying?" Ji Li called out, covering her cheek with his hand.

The heart demon watched the excitement and said: [Is it finally dead? 】

When Ji Li leaned over to kiss those icy lips, he couldn't help being terrified, even Ji Li's fingers began to tremble.

The bang bang sound was amplified from Ji Centrifuge's mouth to his ears, as if he couldn't hear the other voices at all.

Until there was a sudden coughing sound in the room, and when Changying opened her eyes in a daze, she couldn't even lift her fingers because of difficulty breathing.

When Ji Li felt her beating in his palm, he came back to his senses.

"Am I dead?" Changying murmured, her head was a little dizzy and she still hadn't recovered.

"It's not that easy for you to die." Ji Li said angrily, but her fingertips gently brushed away the broken hair beside her ear.

Mo Yuan, who had been waiting for Changying to return to the mountain that night, did not see her until dawn.

The little briquettes nervously looked around and asked, "Has the predestined person been caught by a bad woman?"

"A bad woman is so bad, it must be very dangerous for a predestined person."

Mo Yuan touched Feixue who took off his clothes and said: "If she has something to do, Ancheng should have taken action a long time ago."

After all, Ji Li's thought of waiting for the canthus to be repaid, if he really wanted to do something, Wuya Mountain would probably be surrounded by heavy soldiers by now.

When Changying woke up during the day, Master Li was not in the house.

On the contrary, Ning Shuang was standing by, while the Yaoshivine was still tied with long tails.

"Miss Changying, it's better not to move around." Ning Shuang carefully wiped the crescent knife in the book, and glanced at the red spot between her eyebrows.

It seems that Master Mozun also doesn't trust her, otherwise how could he plant the life and death talisman.

"Why are you here?" Changying struggled like an earthworm, but couldn't sit up.

"Of course I came here following Lord Mozun."

Chang Ying looked around and said, "Where is Master Li?"

"Master Mozun is discussing important matters with Elder Hua and the guardians, and he should be back in the afternoon."

"That's it."

The two of them did not talk until Ji Li came back, Chang Ying was still lying on the bed peacefully.

Ji Li glanced at Ning Shuang and said, "You step back."

"Yes."

When the footsteps faded away, Ji Li raised his eyebrows at the man who couldn't help looking up even though he was tied up, "What are you looking at?"

"Master Li, why did you tie me up?" Chang Ying asked puzzled.

"Of course I want to show you how hypocritical those stinky Taoist priests really are." Last night, Ji Li was almost dazed by the demons in his heart.

Knowing that this person is stupid and stubborn, he actually became stubborn with her.

Chang Ying looked at Master Li who was sitting on the bed and replied, "I don't understand?"

"Anyway, I have released the news that the head of Wuya Mountain will be burned to death in three days. I want to see how many of them can come?" Ji Li said, pinching her cheek with his fingertips.

"They are here, will Master Li let them go?"

Ji Li said with murderous intent in his eyes, "Of course I'm here to kill one by one, otherwise keeping them will cause future trouble."

Changying knew that Master Li was not joking and responded in a low voice: "Then it's better for them not to come."

"What did you say?" Ji Li raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"I don't want to see them being killed by Master Li, and I don't want to see Master Li kill people." Changying looked at Master Li and said seriously, "Obviously everyone can be fine, why must they kill each other?"

"Because we are not of the same clan, if Taoist priests of Wuya Mountain gain power, do you think they won't kill us?"

Ji Li let go of the hand that pinched her cheek, "Don't tell me you've forgotten how they hunted and killed monsters indiscriminately?"

"I haven't forgotten, everyone can sit down and discuss it." Changying didn't want to see anyone or any monster being hunted down like the Fu Lingcao demon back then.

Seeing that she was so stubborn, Ji Li was very angry, "If you don't attack the demon soldiers first, maybe there is still a discussion, but it's too late now."

The Seven Great Protectors of the Demon Realm and Huafeng are doing their best to help the flames. If the anger cannot be quelled, it may only be a matter of time before the war resumes.