Exorcism

Mu Xingqiu stood on a hillside a hundred miles away from the imperial capital. In the past three days, he had been staying here, spending most of his time alone, enduring the increasingly powerful attacks launched by the possessed demon species, welcoming the demonic thoughts, and then When they were driven out, it rained. He was soaked to the skin, and he didn't cast any spells to avoid the rain.

Occasionally, practitioners would fly over to spy, especially on the last night. They all stopped far away. Except for Zhang Xiang'er and Long Mo, no one approached him. From this, Mu Xingqiu guessed that Zuo Liuying was still insisting on fighting.

At three quarters in the morning, the agreed time for the fight was about to come. Mu Xingqiu looked around and saw that the sky was high and blue without a trace of cloud. If he stared for a long time, he would feel dizzy. There was a small group of scattered people parked in the sky three miles away. Xiu, there is a group of Talisman Masters floating a little further away.

"Hey, Mu Xingqiu, if you win, I'm willing to be the first to be possessed!" A short, fat casual cultivator shouted loudly, but there was no respect in his tone. He was a speculator, betting part of his bet on more The weaker side hopes to obtain a higher return in multiples.

Most of the practitioners stayed in the city and waited to see the Patriarch's tricks. The spectators who came to Mu Xingqiu were basically such speculators. They had probably expressed their loyalty to the Taoist tradition in various ways and were loyal to Mu Xingqiu. Their support was just a habit of stepping on both sides. If Mu Xingqiu was defeated normally, they would interpret their words as ridicule.

Mu Xingqiu waved his hands to the casual cultivators and Talisman Masters, and even smiled. He saw not only the speculators, but also the decline of Kun Chaos Spell. If it was three days ago, when Kun Chaos Spell was at its peak, The guy who is best at duplicity will not come to show his favor to Mu Xingqiu. All the practitioners will stay in the city and wait with great reverence to experience the magical spells of the Taoist ancestor.

Flies are often announcers of corruption, and speculators have a similar effect. They usually herald some kind of loophole. This loophole may be insignificant, but it proves that Kunchaos spells are not perfect.

That's why Mu Xingqiu waved and smiled at them.

"Are you going to attack here?" "The time has come, what are you waiting for?" The casual cultivators and talisman masters urged unceremoniously.

Mu Xingqiu smiled and shook his head. He was waiting for the battle between Zuo Liuying and the Patriarch to end. This was a duel. He could try his best to figure out the opponent's strength and deliberately create some loopholes, but he could not fight two against one at any time. , the weaker side especially needs to abide by the rules, because this is likely to be their only hope of winning.

"The fight in the city is over!" someone shouted loudly, and a group of spectators flew out from the city. They stayed further away from Mu Xingqiu, but the information was quickly transmitted through various spells. Although they were nearly a hundred miles apart, the news No lag at all.

"Zuo Liuying vomited blood. This battle was enough for him."

"It's remarkable that Zuo Liuying can stay with the Patriarch for three days and three nights. Apart from the Patriarch himself, I'm afraid there is no Taoist priest stronger than him in the Taoist tradition."

"It's a pity that Taoist priests who vomit blood are different from ordinary people. Even if Zuo Liuying doesn't die, his spiritual practice will regress a lot..."

Everyone was talking loudly, as if they wanted to tell Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu was still standing on the grass, not rising into the sky, not wanting to waste any of his mana.

Zeng Fu hoped that today's fight would not be so "boring". Mu Xingqiu had no way of hearing her words, but he fulfilled her wish and shocked the spectators near and far with his first move.

The Taoist priests' spells were relatively restrained. The casual cultivators and Talisman Masters had their eyes wide open, ready to show off their strength by seeing how much content they could see. The Talisman Masters even used their auxiliary techniques early, but they were all wasted. Mu Xingqiu The first move is magnificent and can be clearly seen with the naked eye.

He inserted the magic seed vine into the ground and cast the spell with both hands. A ball of light blue light rose from the top of his head and drew an arc and flew towards the imperial capital a hundred miles away. The light flew rapidly as it flew. Expanding, the casual cultivators and talisman masters several miles away had no time to escape and were enveloped in it. They were all shocked and cast spells to protect themselves. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

But this light does no harm, it is just a signal that the fight is about to begin.

The blue light expanded bigger and bigger, like a huge fishing net. When it flew over the imperial capital, it was able to cover the entire city. The light flew very fast, which is about the time it takes an ordinary person to check ten numbers at normal speed. After staying in the imperial capital for a short while, it burst like a bubble. Tens of thousands of blue flowers with different shapes fell from the sky. The practitioners in the air hurriedly avoided them, but the mortals on the ground jumped up happily and reached out to reach for them. .

The blue flower was extinguished immediately, and did not stay in anyone's hand.

This is not the beginning of a formal fight, but a greeting and invitation from Mu Xingqiu.

The Patriarch did not leave the Taoist Tower. His response was a vibration. It was not like thunder, but more like an explosion that occurred after too much air was squeezed into the skin. It was unprepared and crisp. The sound was not particularly loud, but it was shocking. Everyone's ears were numb, and the spectators floating in the air were shaking, and they all fell some distance.

After the shock, the entire imperial capital was silent. Everyone felt the anger of the ancestor from this sound. It was like a father, who is usually kind and easy-going and responsive to requests, but suddenly showed a stern and angry side, even though it was just a glare, It's enough to scare the child to death.

The whole Huangjing felt like a favored child, frightened and ashamed. Before he could defend himself, he already felt that he must have done something wrong.

At the street corner, Zuo Liuying sat on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He knew that he had provoked Kun Dun's anger. He had poked a few small holes in Kun Dun's perfect magic system. They were not big, but they destroyed the overall beauty. They might not affect normal use, but they greatly reduced the collection value.

Kun Dun's vision was more demanding than any collector, so his anger was even greater.

"The lake is calm only because the stones thrown in are not big enough." Zuo Liuying whispered to herself, raised her head, and saw a face full of anger, as if the vibration just now was caused by her.

"You are old." Zuo Liuying said, with some emotion, some surprise, and some nostalgia.

"Look at you, wearing a broken straw hat, dirty clothes, vomiting blood in a fight, without me and my sister, you have become so miserable. Do you really think you are a young man of eighteen or nineteen? Come on, go home with me." Zeng Fu scolded while reaching out to help Zuo Liuying.

"Home?" Zuo Liuying seemed to hear an extremely strange word.

"Stop, don't play tricks on me, I'm not interested, my home is your home, you have to die there." Zeng Fu helped Zuo Liuying up and shouted to a group of panicked onlookers: "Get out of the way, two tigers are fighting, what are you little ants watching? If you have time, you might as well go home and spend more time with your family..."

Everyone made way and watched Zeng Fu and Zuo Liuying leave. No one dared to ask more questions, and the Taoists did not come out to stop them.

Zuo Liuying had already done what he could to prepare for it, and Zeng Fu just wanted to take care of Zuo Liuying. The two were not interested in the fight that was about to begin.

The vibration from Kun Dun reached Mu Xingqiu's feet faster than the blue light. The grass undulated, and the vines swayed violently, eager to soar into the sky. Mu Xingqiu reached out and rubbed the top of the vines twice, as if he was soothing an angry bulldog, "Don't worry."

The aftermath of the vibration gradually disappeared, and a voice rang out in the sky, "You two are really polite in your fight, and you don't care whether the audience is anxious or not. Well, I, Yi Shijun, came uninvited to be a witness for you: the burning of incense is the beginning, and the burning out is the end. If Mu Xingqiu can persist in not losing, he will win. If he is killed or unable to cast a spell, there is nothing to say, everything is his own fault!"

Yi Shijun still refused to show up, and did not ask whether both parties agreed to him being a witness. He directly showed a towering tree-like incense in the sky. It seemed that it would not burn out in a year, but it could be seen clearly by everyone.

"All living things have feelings, but the Dao is ruthless... Alas, I am not in the mood to talk about these things. Mu Xingqiu, before you completely lose, remember to return the magic soul bead to me..."

The incense automatically ignited, and the ashes drifted like dark clouds and disappeared into the clear sky. The towering tree-like incense burned at a collapsing speed, and the duration would not be much different from that of ordinary incense, which was probably about a quarter of an hour.

Mu Xingqiu grabbed the vine with his right hand and rose from the ground. Almost at the same moment, Kun Dun's first offensive spell had been shot from a hundred miles away, as if he had already hidden the spell next to the target.

As the founder of the Taoist tradition, Kun Dun seemed a little anxious because he did not give up two or three moves to the younger generation. This also showed that he was tired of the three-day battle of illusions, and this battle had to be fought quickly.

Kun Hun got the last memory of Zuo Liuying, which was three plans made by several challengers who didn't know their own strength: Mu Xingqiu and Zuo Liuying took turns to challenge Kun Hun and strive for victory; if they failed, Mu Xingqiu would try to enter the Demon Cave and seek guidance from the soul of the successor of the Mind Heart Department; the first two plans failed, and there was a backup plan. Mu Dong'er was using the Demon Soul Orb to contact Fangfang's soul in the Frost Soul Sword, hoping to get help from her.

Each plan was so ridiculous, probably with a little self-comfort. Kun Hun really wanted to open Mu Xingqiu's mind immediately to see what he was thinking, and how he could still maintain his confidence in this situation.

The most important thing was that he wanted to see if the Demon Soul left a way to find the reincarnation body. This was what Kun Hun cared about most, but there was no such a part in Zuo Liuying's memory, which made him extremely angry.

Mu Xingqiu didn't have so many complicated forbidden spells in his mind, so Kun Hun didn't need to be cautious. He could completely destroy the body and take away all the memories.

Mu Xingqiu rose from the ground holding the vine in his hand, with only one goal: to survive and hold on until the end of the incense stick.