Exorcism

Thousands of flying flowers are like snow, and floating leaves are like butterflies. They come from the hillside and from outside the valley, dancing gracefully in the wind. At first sight, it is refreshing and refreshing. It is hard to believe that such a wonder can exist in the world. However, the next time you look at it, it gradually becomes horrifying. : The broken flowers and fallen leaves form a continuous sheet, like a dragon that has no head but no tail, rising and falling, surrounding everyone in the valley until it covers the sky and the sun, like a giant beast in the sea preparing to swallow swarms of fish and shrimp.

The previous Five Elements Tribulation only had spells but no will. It ran randomly. Those who encountered it were unlucky and those who escaped were lucky. They rarely took the initiative to attack someone in a certain place. This time, the Wood Attack was different. Under the control of a strong will, Feihua The floating leaves are clearly executing tactics: first they gather strength, then they surround them, then they wait for more reinforcements to arrive, and finally they launch an unstoppable concentrated attack.

"Shameless, cowardly old man!" Leng Ao's Shouxiang couldn't help but said, "He didn't dare to show his face and only sent magic into the valley."

Zhao Chuye's approach was not shameless or cowardly. Taoist priest Fu Yuemang always kept a long distance from the enemy under normal circumstances, and it was even more common for him not to show up. The three previous fights with Mu Xingqiu were all special cases. He thought He forced out the demon soul and seized it immediately, so he pursued him closely. This time, he obviously just wanted to have a normal fight with the purpose of killing.

Grandmaster Xingshan, who does not reveal his true identity, is even more angry and powerful.

There were more and more flowers and leaves around, and the valley gradually fell into darkness. Even mortals noticed that this time's wooden attack was quite different from the previous ones, and they couldn't help but feel frightened, and frequently looked at Shou Wei and General Mu in the middle.

The way of the weak is purely defensive, with no offensive skills. Defeat holds the idol in one hand and sends out an illusion with the other hand. Practical illusions have no fixed form and vary from person to person. Mu Xingqiu usually sends out lightning, and now Shou Que preferred the glow. With a wave of his hand, three giant scimitar-like glows rushed up into the sky and slashed at the groups of flowers and leaves.

The flowers bloomed and the leaves dispersed, and the sun returned to the ground. But before everyone could cheer, the challenged flowers and leaves had already launched a massive counterattack, like a group of hungry wolves that had been patrolling for a long time. They rushed towards the three rays of light crazily and tore them apart in the blink of an eye. .

Shou Que emits more rays of light, each one becoming larger than the next, but none of them can persist for a long time. The flowers and leaves that are eliminated are far less than the replacements that come from outside the valley.

"Why did the Five Elements Tribulation obey the orders of this old guy?" Shou Que asked angrily, looking up to the sky.

The Tribulation of the Five Elements was a spell cast by Kun Chaos. Shou Que could not control it even with the ninth-level mental illusion. However, Zhao Chuye, who was in the Yue Mang realm, could command Hua Ye to attack her enemies, which made her very unconvinced.

Mu Xingqiu was also puzzled. It seemed that Zhao Chuye shouldn't have such an ability, but he didn't have time to think about it. "Stand guard and concentrate on setting up the formation!"

Shou Que gave Mu Xingqiu a vicious look, stopped issuing any more illusions, and began to prepare to receive the move, "As an Earth..."

Everyone chanted along, Mu Xingqiu was no exception, but his mind was not entirely focused on the formation. Once he joined the battle, he only thought about how to win. He didn't care about other things, including the lost memories and what Jin Cuo had told him. Responsibility, in this case, was all thrown out of his mind.

Mu Xingqiu speculated that it would be difficult to win this battle. The way of the weak who defended the main formation might be stronger than Jin Cuo, but the enemy was also stronger. Yesterday's water attack and the indomitable talisman did not deliberately choose the target, and the power was scattered. However, today's wooden attack was concentrated and then attacked. The power was concentrated and increased dozens of times.

Flowers and Leaves stretched out a tentacle to test the outside of the formation. Just like the previous two golden attacks and water attacks, Flowers and Leaves flew past the mortal's body and advanced in circles along the passage. Some fell along the way, and most of them fell. All of them were concentrated on Shou Que. She had a dharma body, which was more tolerant than the brocade clusters. The flowers and leaves withered around her and turned into ashes on the ground.

Mu Xingqiu stood in the innermost circle and found that the first batch of flowers and leaves that came in were not very powerful. They were more like a group of pathfinders. Sure enough, more and more flowers and leaves followed, and the speed became faster and faster, stirring up the whistling wind. Each piece and petal looked like a sword. The mortals who formed the formation were not paying attention, and they would just tilt their shoulders. Wounded.

"My blood is the river..." Shou Que chanted a mantra loudly, the ashes under his feet had piled up to his knees, his body glowed, and his shape slowly became blurry.

In the eyes of most people, Shouqiu seems to be more powerful, and the layers of flowers and leaves cannot touch her body. Only Mu Xingqiu knows that she is gradually revealing her true form. If this continues, she will not wait until she is submerged in ashes. It will disappear completely, with no chance of recovery.

Mu Xingqiu looked up and saw that less than one percent of the flowers and leaves had been consumed. Zhao Chuye had obviously regained some of the composure of a high-ranking Taoist priest. This attack was orderly and planned to slowly grind everyone to death.

Mu Xingqiu's mind was spinning rapidly. Even before he came back from Shouxiu, he had thought of a way to deal with it, which required the use of talismans. However, the method was very immature. Even after listening to Fu Lin's explanation, it was still full of flaws. Huangfu Yang The records left by Hao seemed to be able to solve these flaws, and Mu Xingqiu was thinking about those words.

There was too little time left for him to verify whether his idea was correct. Just like that time before, he thought he saw that the spell was a waste of power, but it turned out that he thought too simply. Every arrangement in the spell had There are clear reasons, and there are hidden mysteries in those seemingly wasteful places.

If he guesses wrong this time, Mu Xingqiu will not only kill himself.

The ashes of flowers and leaves were piled up to Shou Que's waist, flowing from the earth platform to the surroundings, and soon reached the feet of a dozen people in the innermost circle.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't wait any longer. He originally thought that Mu Gong and Zhao Chuye would arrive one after another, but the two came together, which was far beyond the ability of the weak man.

Mu Xingqiu turned to Fu Lin and asked, "Do you have a talisman pen?"

Fu Lin, who was chanting the incantation along with everyone, was stunned, "There are... three of them. They are used for offensive talisman, defensive talisman and auxiliary talisman. The quality is average..."

Shou Que said angrily: "You two, concentrate!"

Mu Xingqiu signaled Fu Lin to take out all three pens, and then said to Shou Que on the stage: "Let me help you, you have to save some mana. After Mu Gong, Zhao Chuye will not give up."

This was said politely, but Shou Que knew very well that after this battle, it was hard to say whether he could retain his body, let alone his magic power, so he looked at Mu Xingqiu a few times and did not stop him.

Mu Xingqiu reached out to catch the pen, and the flowers and leaves scratched his sleeves, leaving dozens of scars.

The three pens are not long, about five inches, and come in red, white and black colors.

"Black attacks and white defends Hongfu." Fu Lin reminded, still feeling strange, "But you don't have ink paper yet..."

Mu Xingqiu only got ink-making materials from Huangfu Yanghao. As for the talisman paper, he didn't have any. "No need, I want to try a new writing method."

"What?" Fu Lin was shocked. If the other party was not General Mu, whom he respected, he would have scolded him to stop this behavior. "Don't write randomly on the talisman, otherwise trouble will occur!"

Huangfu Yanghao just added a talisman to the ink, and Fu Lin was already amazed and even suspected of being deviant. It was difficult to understand what kind of "new writing method" it would be without ink paper.

Mu Xingqiu had no limitations in his heart and dared to try any method.

He handed the statue of the god in his right hand to his left hand, and held a red pen in his right hand. He took a deep breath, and suddenly he was writing a talisman on the flowing wall formed by flying flowers and leaves. With a pop, the pen broke into two parts. , his palms were covered with small scars, and he couldn't even finish writing a single stroke.

"This won't work." Fu Lin warned loudly, "Writing talismans is a delicate job and cannot be done overnight."

Mu Xingqiu did not give up. He took the black pen from his left hand with his right hand, dipped a little blood on the wound on his left arm, and started to write again. The strokes changed three times in a row. Although he still did not write a complete talisman, the flowers and leaves in front of him were There was a pause, but it was only for a moment. Then the black pen broke and the flowers and leaves flew away.

It was such a short meal, but it did Shou Qi a big favor. She seized the opportunity to cast three spells in a row to strengthen the Dharma body, and the form became clearer. "Give me a little more time." Shou Qi tasted the benefits. , started making requests.

Mu Xingqiu took the third tube of white pen in his right hand and stretched it into the Huaye River. Before he could make a move, it was swept away. His palm retreated a little slower and was cut with blood.

His physique is different from ordinary people. Even though his magic power is scarce, he is extremely tough. If it had been anyone else, his entire hand would have been gone.

Shou Que snorted in disappointment and stopped looking at Mu Xingqiu. Fu Lin felt even more regretful. What he cared about were the three pens. They were not really as ordinary as he claimed. They all had their origins, and ordinary Fu Lin masters would spend their entire lives. He couldn't even get a piece of it, so it was destroyed in the hands of General Mu without even writing half of the talisman.

Mu Xingqiu raised his arms high, holding the statue in his left hand, with blood flowing from his right hand. He thought for a while, summed up the experience of three strokes, and said to Fu Lin, "Look at how well I write this talisman."

"Ah?" Fu Lin didn't understand what he meant, and was about to ask when he saw General Mu wave his right arm down, reaching into the flowers and leaves, using his arm as a pen, blood as ink, and magic as paper. , five fingers move together, and a talisman is written in an instant.

The flowers and leaves flying very fast against the ground were stopped, gathered on the talisman, and suddenly burned, forming a pillar of fire several feet high.

"Pure Green Fire Talisman! This, this..." Fu Lin was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

The flowers and leaves leading to the earth platform are gone for the time being. Shou Qi finally got enough time to repair the law body, which is about to be completed. The flowers and leaves coming along the passage have doubled. The pure green fire talisman can only block part of it, and the rest continues to move forward. , resumed the offensive against the defender.

Mu Xingqiu added a node to resist the wood attack. Although it was unstable, he finally had a foothold. He used the five fingers of his right hand to write the pure green fire talisman on the fire pillar over and over again, trying to keep the flame from extinguishing, bleeding and burning. , he didn’t care.

The flowers and leaves gathered in the air separated into a narrow passage, and the sunlight came in, illuminating a figure floating in the air.

Zhao Chuye, who was surrounded by twenty-seven magical artifacts, was looking down at all living beings. What he held in his hands was not an iron ruler and a bell, but a small tower.

If Mu Xingqiu still had memories, he would recognize it as the Patriarch Pagoda in Pangshan.