Exorcism

There are strange spells surging in the air, neither enemies nor friends, neither real nor illusory. Even the dullest mortal can reach out and touch a gust of wind. The Taoist priest with the highest realm can only see patches of floating dark light with his third eye. With the help of these spells, the sound of chanting seems to have been given another pair of wings, spreading faster and farther.

Shi Hanyuan was deeply surprised. The other Taoist priests were all seriously casting spells and did not dare to be distracted. Only he was the master of the Dharma Protector Array and could temporarily leave the Dharma Array during the safety period.

He picked a shadowless mirror from among the many magic weapons around him and rose into the air to more directly feel the unknown strange spells in the air. After a moment, he turned to the Fulu Mountain Peak dozens of miles away and flew out not far away again. I changed my mind and turned around into the valley.

Talisman is just one of many sources of strange magic, and the most powerful help seems to be among the mortals in the valley.

Most mortals are still in a state of panic. What they fear is not a specific threat, but not knowing what the threat is and when it will come. Strange spells, the chanting of Taoist priests, and the flash of flames in the sky all indicate that something will happen. As the catastrophe is approaching step by step, mortals have no choice but to rely on the protection of the strong.

There are only a few exceptions. They are attracted by another miracle and cannot tell whether it is a blessing or a disaster, joy or sorrow.

The shadowless mirror in Shi Hanyuan's hand reflected a large number of traces of spells. The light and shadow were crisscrossed and seemed to be more powerful than the magic circle composed of nearly a hundred Taoist priests.

No mortal saw the Taoist priest flying in the air. Shi Hanyuan circled around the valley and stopped in the air, looking confused and excited.

There were seven babies in the valley with rings of fire on their foreheads. It was they who spread the talismans, formations and chanting far beyond his original expectations.

"Zuo Liuying is right." Shi Hanyuan said to himself. Soon, he put away the bronze mirror, and all the confusion and excitement on his face disappeared, replaced by vigilance, "It turns out they are the 'big fish' that Kun Chaos was looking for. ”

The strong pressure of the Dao Fire Attack caused some of the babies' abilities to awaken in advance, and the situation also left obvious marks on them, not just the ring of fire on their foreheads, but also their mortal attitudes. The strange baby is attracting more and more attention. Crowds are gathering towards them, vying to take a look. Some people have knelt down to worship. The baby's mother is even more surprised. She holds the baby in her arms, as if she has received a share. Huge wealth that should not be yours.

Only Taoist disciples like Zuo Liuying would start practicing in their mother's womb. Mortal babies should grow up normally. When the time is right, Taoist priests will secretly teach the breathing method until they are in their teens. Becoming Taoist priests, after this night, their destiny will be different.

This is a more obvious mark than the ring of fire on the forehead.

Shi Hanyuan used his magical power in the air, and the fire rings spread on everyone's foreheads like an infectious disease, not just babies, but also adults. These fire rings had no magic power, but mortals couldn't tell them apart. They were only shocked, and they were shocked by the baby's The admiration disappeared as soon as it appeared. Everyone raised their hands to touch their hot foreheads and looked at the people around them.

But this is not enough. Shi Hanyuan's spell can hide it from mortals and most Taoist priests, but to Kun Chao, the difference between true and false marks is clear at a glance.

Where is Kun Chaos hiding? What is he going to do with these babies next? Shi Hanyuan knew nothing. He only understood one thing. If he did not intervene, the future of the seven Daogen babies in the valley would be in jeopardy.

On the hillside, the Taoist priests were still casting spells in the formation. The Taoist fire attack was getting weaker and weaker. They could persist without the protection of Yuemang Taoist priests. On the peak dozens of miles away, Mu Xingqiu and others were silent. Shi Hanyuan looked around and couldn't find anyone he could trust or rely on.

"I'm not Zuo Liuying." He said to himself. He is not Zuo Liuying. He cannot see that far into the future. He has just become a high-level Taoist priest. He is not used to and is not good at arranging grand chess games, and he cannot use others as chess pieces. If he is not willing, he is really unable. "I just piece."

Shi Hanyuan was not dissatisfied with his role. What he lamented was how unbearable the role was, and that there were things in this world that were more difficult to face than death. What makes him feel most sad is that no matter how hard he tries, he may not be able to escape from Kun Chaos clutches in the end. In that case, he will never have the chance to clear his name.

Sighs and sorrows did not affect Taoist Priest Yue Mang's decision. Shi Hanyuan cast a spell for the second time, revealing his true form to the mortals in the valley.

The panicked mortals in the darkness raised their heads one after another and saw a murderous Taoist priest, holding a sword in one hand and a bell in the other, and his whole body emitted a flame-like light.

"Mortals! Useless mortals!" the Taoist priest said loudly in a majestic and terrifying voice, "It is you who have bound the hands and feet of the Taoist priests. Why are you not the one who died?"

Some people recognized him as the leader of the Taoist priests. Not long ago he was the protector of all humans in the valley, but suddenly he turned into a ferocious look. The crowd looked at him in surprise, without screaming or running away, like a group of docile sheep.

Shi Hanyuan swung his sword and rang the bell, and balls of fire shot out from the sword, growing in the wind and pounced on the humans on the ground mercilessly.

Screams finally sounded, and the camp fell into chaos. People were running and trampling. The long-suppressed fear was finally completely released. Even the ninth level of mental illusions could not suppress it.

The fireball fell to the ground and took root, igniting a raging fire, which soon became a sea of ​​​​fire. The wild laughter of Taoist Fu Yuemang continued for a long time, making the fire even more fierce.

The Taoist priests who were setting up formations and casting spells on the hillside were finally alerted, and gradually woke up from their half-thoughts. They were shocked to find that Shi Hanyuan, who was responsible for protecting the formations, had disappeared, and the valley that was supposed to be protected was filled with red flames.

"Fellow Taoist Shi...has become possessed again!" A Taoist priest said the only possible conclusion.

Shi Hanyuan once killed countless Taoist priests and monks in Yelin Town, and finally gained the trust of a group of Taoist priests, but then lost control of himself.

The flames spread up the hillside, feeding on the soil and continuing unabated.

The crimes Shi Hanyuan committed must be borne by a group of Taoist priests who sincerely protect mortals. The last bit of faith that maintained the Taoist priests was broken, but they still persisted in putting out fires and saving people until there were no more sparks in the valley.

The Daohuo attack was over, much shorter than previously expected. Everyone escaped, but they were not happy at all. Thousands of burnt corpses were left in the valley, and Shi Hanyuan must be blamed for it no matter what. .

"The Taoism no longer exists!" Pangshan Taoist priest Shen Jixian said loudly, and he was furious, "What we have tried so hard to maintain is just a ghost. Now even this ghost has dissipated. Perhaps Zhao Chuye is right, and the building will collapse , it depends on who can run faster and hide better. Goodbye, everyone, let’s go our separate ways, and don’t call ourselves Taoists anymore, we are no different from ordinary cultivators.”

"Those babies Shi Hanyuan said..." Some people still remember this.

Shen Jixian gave a cold hey, turned around and flew away. Most of the Taoist priests made the same choice as him, but in a different direction. There were still a dozen Taoist priests left who flew out of the valley to chase the fleeing mortals, hoping to find those who were different from the others. Different babies.

The person who cast the talisman was forgotten. The Taoist priests were not optimistic about the plan beforehand, and they did not feel that the talisman was responsible for defeating the Tao Fire Attack afterwards. Mortals are even worse. They don't know that the catastrophe is over. Instead, they are even more panicked than before the arrival of the Dao Fire. At that time, they had support and hope, but now they only have two legs, which they use to run around aimlessly.

A very small number of mortals, thirty-three to be exact, did not flee with the masses. They stood at the entrance to the valley, looking around.

"Where is General Mu? Does he know what is happening here?" asked a Huangfu Army soldier.

"Will the Taoist priest...will he take General Mu..." Old Luo's family of three held the statue tightly in their hands, praying for General Mu's safety.

A follower pointed into the distance. The night shrouded the mountains. He could not see the peaks, but only knew the general direction. "General Mu went to arrange the talismans. The ring of fire in the sky must be his spell. He can defeat the Taoist priest named Zhao Chuye." , Naturally, I am not afraid of this group of Taoist priests."

"Should we wait here, or should we go find him?" a refugee asked anxiously. The fire in the valley was extinguished, but the burnt smell was still strong and disturbing.

"General Mu will not come back. Without the help of magic, we can't climb that mountain." Follower Yao Que'er remembered what General Mu said. He didn't know why at the time, but now he thinks about it with profound meaning, "We have to go our own way." road.”

"My own way? What way?" The others looked at Yao Que'er blankly, with a hint of panic in their expressions.

"Remember? We once tried hard to be the leader of the formation, and many people succeeded."

"That's to save Miss Shou Que."

"Everyone has worked so hard to save her, but what about saving themselves and the world?" Yao Que'er's eyes shone with excitement, and her voice trembled slightly, "A mortal can inherit the way of the weak. Come with me, let's go. Our own path.”

Yao Queer strode into the broken world in the night. This was not an escape, but a fight. The others were stunned for a while and followed one after another. They still didn't fully trust this mortal who stood up, but compared to others, they were less confused.

On a mountain peak dozens of miles away, Mu Xingqiu and Zhao Chuye collapsed on the ground. One of them was writing a talisman and the other was being written, both of them consumed a lot of energy and blood. Fu Lin was also sweating profusely. He was responsible for protecting the dharma. He even sacrificed dozens of paper talismans and was exhausted. Only Shou Que, who was floating in the air, showed no signs of fatigue.

"I want your spell-absorbing technique, which you promised to give to me." Zhao Chuye gritted his teeth and said, it was for this reason that he was willing to help.

Mu Xingqiu pointed to his head, "It's right here, use it as you wish."

Zhao Chuye breathed heavily. Mu Xingqiu was a person who had lost his memory, but he had used the magic-absorbing technique many times, so he must have relevant memories in his mind. Grandmaster Xingshan smiled. The technique of absorbing spells has a bright future. Even if it cannot fight against Kun Chaos, it can be used to protect himself.

Suddenly, the wind started blowing from the flat ground, and the tortured mountain peak sank again. Zhao Chuye flew up involuntarily and was carried far away by the strong wind.

"You're cheating!" Zhao Chuye's angry cry came from afar.

Mu Xingqiu and Fu Lin both looked at Shou Que.

"It's not me." Shou Que said, looking up to find the source of the spell.

Two things fell from the sky, a small tower and a small leather bag. They were the Patriarch Tower and Qiankun Bag that originally belonged to Zhao Chuye.

"This is not the real Patriarch Tower, it's just a clone." Shi Hanyuan's voice came from the air, "If you want to find Kun Chaos, this may be a clue."

"Everyone else is avoiding Kun Chao, why should we look for him?" Shou Que was confused.

Mu Xingqiu's heart moved, and he vaguely saw the direction of his memory.

Volume 22 The Change of Yuanying