Exorcism

Zhao Chuye summoned a golden bell of flowing fire, held it in his right hand, shook it gently, put his left hand behind his back, and changed the techniques one by one.

The sound of the bell is clear and crisp. Among the seven or eight tones, one always goes straight into the human brain. It is not loud, but it can make people's hearts beat. Bells are usually used to scare monsters. The Flowing Fire Golden Bell seems to be tangible and invisible. It is one of the highest-grade magic weapons. The power was extremely powerful. Even though the dozens of Talisman Masters were not demons, they felt panicked and uneasy when they heard it. They slowly backed away until they reached the edge of the city tower. If the Grandmaster hadn't given the order yet, they would have really wanted to fly away from this place.

Mu Xingqiu stood opposite Zhao Chuye, seven steps away, and withstood most of the power of the ringtone, but he did not find it unbearable, and even found it somewhat pleasant.

"You are resisting." Zhao Chuye is not in a hurry. It is not easy to make the demon soul appear. It requires powerful spells and the cooperation of the depositor. The latter may be more important. "Control your inner elixir. It is in Automatically use mana to protect your soul."

Mu Xingqiu was reluctant, but he still kept the three inner elixirs in mind and tried to control them not to rotate too fast.

Zhao Chuye shook the Flowing Fire Golden Bell a little faster, "I'm sorry that you chose to help mortals. Please believe that I never meant to despise you. Seven hundred and thirty-seven years ago, I was also a mortal, until A few months ago, like you, I regarded myself as the protector of mankind. As I grow older, the reasons for protection gradually change. At first, it was destiny and emotion, and it must be so until I am here. Mortal relatives and friends have died, the emotional reasons are getting weaker and weaker, until they are gone, and the utilitarian reasons gradually become more important."

"For hundreds of thousands of years, Taoist priests have protected mankind by protecting the Taoist tradition. Most of the Taoist priests are born from mortals. The resources of the Taoist tradition are supplied by mortals. Both parties live in peace and harmony. All this was broken by Patriarch Kunchao. He was too powerful. He was so powerful that There is no need for ordinary Taoist priests, let alone mortals. Killing demons and protecting human beings suddenly loses its meaning, because in front of the ancestor, everyone is a mortal. Protecting yourself is to protect mortals. If I live, I will live as a mortal. In front of the weak, Every bit of energy wasted on the body is killing the whole mortal.”

Dozens of talisman masters nodded frequently, especially Huangfu Yanghao, who particularly agreed with the grandmaster's words. They needed a reason to appease the trauma and doubts in their hearts. Zhao Chuye provided this reason: protecting yourself is to protect mortals.

Then all actions became reasonable. They were not standing on the shore and watching the drowning man struggle. They were actually swimming in the water. They just happened to grab a life-saving piece of wood. This piece of wood could only carry a few people. What should they do? Give it to someone else? Or take a few more people aboard at the risk of sinking together? This is all wrong.

If only a few people can survive, then the strong should be more qualified than the weak.

This is what the Talisman Masters thought. Therefore, the choices made by General Mu and Mu Feidian seemed strange and wrong to them.

"Join us, the Grandmaster may be the only understanding person in the world, and he has great strength." Huangfu Yanghao couldn't help but persuade, "Helping ordinary mortals will only drag you into the abyss. Join us. , everyone will be stronger and have a greater chance of survival.”

"This can't be called 'joining forces.'" Zheng Tianyuan corrected. Every word he said was addressed to the Grandmaster. "The Grandmaster is the savior. He chooses some people, but no one is qualified to join forces with him."

Huangfu Yanghao glanced at Zheng Tianyuan with disdain and said nothing more.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't keep his mind calm. He lost his memory. Not only did he forget his past, but he also cut off most of his connections with the world. For him, no matter what he did, the reasons were not sufficient.

He had only one thought, chasing any emotion that arose from the bottom of his heart, hoping to eventually follow the clues to find that specific "fire" and retrieve his memory.

He hates the feeling of being helpless now. Everyone is busy doing something, and he is the only one standing aside completely redundant. Even if someone waves to him and actively draws him in, he doesn't have much enthusiasm. The whole world It was like a dream to him. Even if he walked into the fire, he still felt bitingly cold.

Something was tumbling in the Niwan Palace, and Mu Xingqiu resisted the urge to check, because as long as his mind turned around, the inner alchemy would automatically respond. No matter what the demon soul was, Mu Xingqiu didn't want to stay in his body.

Zhao Chuye also noticed that the Golden Bell of Flowing Fire shook faster. From then on, he began to speak directly to the demon soul, "Come out, demon soul. You have no better choice in the Demon Pulling Cave. Now you have Now, only I am the best destination for you. I will help you regain the demon seed and help you defeat all powerful opponents. The Patriarch is not invincible. I have a plan that I am only 50% or 60% sure of. With your participation, it will be possible. A sure shot at victory.”

Mu Xingqiu's face turned red and his body trembled slightly. The things in the Niwan Palace became increasingly unstable, but they refused to leave.

Zhao Chuye's expression gradually became stern, and there was an additional magical weapon in his left hand behind his back, a black iron ruler.

The iron ruler is the main magic weapon and is usually used to cast offensive spells.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't see it, but the talisman masters could see it clearly, and they all understood what it meant. No one said a word. Zheng Tianyuan was even a little excited. He had been defeated by Shouxiu before, so he naturally handed over this sum of money. The account was also placed on Mu Feidian's head.

"The ancestors of past generations, especially the first few generations, were not unprepared for the future. They expected that an overly powerful Taoist priest like Kun Chaos would appear, so they made a response plan in advance. Nian Xin Ke will not survive because of his own misfortune, but Fu Lu Ke It is an orthodox Taoist discipline. It was separated for a reason, not only to better manage mortals, but also to hide a force. "

Zhao Chuye no longer cares about the presence of other people. He only sees himself and the demon soul, "How do I know? Enlightenment, the previous generation of ancestors gave me enlightenment. I once reached the realm of obeying the sun, although it was only for a moment, very short I quickly returned to the seventh level of Yue Mang, but I saw a revelation, which told me that the answer was in the talisman."

Zhao Chuye's right arm swayed with the Flowing Fire Golden Bell, and the two merged into one. The Talisman Masters were dizzy when they saw it. The ringing was so harsh that it made them sick. Some Talisman Masters couldn't stand it any longer, so they turned around and hid under the tower.

Zheng Tianyuan tried hard to persevere and even offered a paper talisman to protect himself. This was a mistake. The paper talisman did not burn to ashes in his hand, but exploded, knocking him away with a bang.

The remaining Talisman Masters all left the tower without hesitation.

Huangfu Yanghao walked at the end. He glanced at Mu Feidian and then at the iron ruler in the grandmaster's left hand. He sighed and stomped away.

Zhao Chuye didn't care at all about the departure of the Talisman Master, and poured more and more mana into the Flowing Fire Golden Bell, "Come out, Demon Soul, share the secret of the Talisman with me, and step into the top of the strongest together. Don't worry. Zuo Liuying, he may have received a revelation in the realm of Fu Rimang, but it was a different kind of revelation and had nothing to do with Fu Lu. I am sure of this, and he chose to join hands with the Kunchao Patriarch and is your enemy! "

A sharp, awl-like sound sounded continuously, and the talisman masters downstairs could not stop it even if they covered their ears. They all screamed in pain, but the screams were drowned in the ringing, and even they themselves could not hear it.

The time has come. Zhao Chuye waved his left arm and showed the iron ruler in his hand. As a Taoist priest of the Discipline Department, he was not good at the soul-binding technique of the Dengzhu Department. He wanted to completely summon the demon soul and let it replace the place where it was stored. Therefore, there is only one way to kill the demon soul's current body.

Zhao Chuye had no regrets. After letting go of all responsibilities, he felt stronger.

"Broken!" Zhao Chuye shouted. He knew that Mu Fei's electric power was not inferior to his own, so it was best to kill him with one move, or at least seriously injure him. Therefore, he used all his strength with this move and even joined in chanting sutras. With Ko's kung fu, the cry made his spell more powerful.

There are only seven steps apart. In terms of fighting skills, this is a close-quarters fight. The sword can be penetrated into the opponent's body at the same time.

Unless the person being attacked is prepared.

Mu Xingqiu was prepared. He lost his memory, but he did not lose his vigilance. He hoped to exchange his demon soul for spells, but he dared to let Zhao Chuye cast spells on him because he had just learned a move - General Mu's The way of the weak.

At the same moment that Zhao Chuye stretched out his left arm and showed the iron ruler, Mu Xingqiu opened the five fingers of his right hand to form a claw shape, and his palm just met the light spot.

"I am the earth." Mu Xingqiu said. This time, he did not absorb the mana and consume it in the form of spells, but directly directed the attack under his feet.

The light spot stopped on Mu Xingqiu's palm, like a blood-sucking insect desperately trying to get into a living person's body, but it hit a copper wall instead.

The entire tower was shaking, and the stone bricks shattered, making a series of clicking sounds. The talisman masters downstairs ran away in panic. Many people forgot Zheng Tianyuan's lesson and tried to fly the sacrificial talisman. As a result, all the talismans were missing. There was an explosion in the hand, and the body flew around. The lucky ones flew further, while the unlucky ones were sent back to the tower.

The city tower was crumbling, and Zhao Chuye was furious because his carefully prepared tactics had been seen through.

The light spots came one after another, eleven consecutive moves, forming a line and hitting the target.

"Break, chaos, rest, break..." Zhao Chuye recited the eleven-character chanting mantra to stimulate every bit of potential and rely on the huge advantage in magic to kill the opponent.

The city tower collapsed, and the city bricks turned into powder. Not a single piece was intact. Only the local cauldron was not broken, and the whole fell downwards. The fulu masters fled screaming, but a few people were still a step behind and were trapped by the giant cauldron. Hit and killed instantly.

The two people who were fighting were floating in the air. Mu Xingqiu had no support at his feet. The weak man's way failed and he could only absorb mana. But this time Zhao Chuye used all his strength to cast spells, and one move after another, the amount of mana was the same as last time. Ten times as much, it instantly transformed into mana and poured into Mu Xingqiu's meridians.

Zhao Chuye did not forget the demon soul, and the Golden Bell of Flowing Fire rang faster. He had been merciful before, but now he wanted the demon soul to know who was the stronger person.

A cloud of black smoke spurted out from Mu Xingqiu's left eye.

Zhao Chuye was slightly stunned. When he thought about it, the demon soul should not have any visible form.

The black smoke turned into a half-shaped human figure, with only the head, neck, half of the shoulder and one arm. The arm stretched out, shot out a finger, and hit Zhao Chuye in the middle of the forehead.

Grandmaster Xingshan shouted, retracted the spell, turned around and ran away. After flying a hundred steps, he used the teleportation technique and disappeared.