Exorcism

The child's wrists, ankles, neck, waist, and thighs were covered with iron shackles that were used to tighten the flesh. The chains extended directly to the octagonal corners of the iron hall. Almost every link of the chain had a magic weapon or talisman hanging on it. There were always miscellaneous things. Four to five hundred pieces.

The child's red seal and eyes seemed to be burning, and the objects on the chain changed accordingly, buzzing and shaking slightly, the talisman was about to burn, and the magic weapon was about to be fired.

Lieutenant Yao ignored the closed iron door behind him and only stared at the child. He stretched out his arms to show that he had no ill intentions. However, Luo Xiaoliuer beside him held his right wrist with his left hand and pinched the sword with his right hand, as if to give him a hand. Take your own pulse, you are actually ready to go.

Captain Yao waved his hand to signal Luo Xiaoliu'er to stop, and whispered: "This is the real Nascent Soul."

The elder of Shenyou City was still chatting outside the door about how hard life was and how important the land god was. He heard Captain Yao's words through the narrow window and said angrily: "I knew you had bad intentions, so you took the initiative to help us resist. Rogue cultivator, you don’t want to say anything, but I know you want to snatch our land god! What the hell is Nascent Soul? There is only the earth god here, the earth god!”

The more the elder talked, the angrier he became. He really believed that these two people were harboring evil intentions, so what he did was definitely not repaying kindness with enmity. Even if the government was still there, he could still make sense.

The child didn't cast any further spells, but he didn't take back the power either.

Captain Yao stared at the child without blinking and asked the elder outside the door loudly: "Where are this child's parents?"

"They are all dead. He was chosen by us, no, adopted by us. Without us, he would have froze to death in the wilderness long ago. Don't think that we are abusing him. The God of Earth is young but has a big temper. No If you keep some control, you've already set Shenyou City on fire hundreds of times."

Luo Xiaoliuer sneered.

"He helped you build the underworld, right?" Captain Yao still didn't look back. The underworld was large in scale and the walls looked relatively new. It was obviously not the relics left by the Long Binhui in the past, but the magic in the past two or three years. Newly built.

"He is the God of the Earth, so of course he wants to do some good deeds. Are we providing him with gifts every day? And he just put in some effort. I built the whole underworld myself. The elders must use anger to drive away the shame in their hearts and spit. Not satisfied with being on the iron door, he knocked hard on the door twice with his crutch, "If you want Nascent Soul, just stay with him. He breathes fire every morning, and you guys will be warm and warm." "

The red mark on the child's forehead slowly cooled down. Lieutenant Yao blinked at him, showed a smile, and finally turned around and said to the elder through the window: "There is nothing to be afraid of casual cultivators. As long as you take strict precautions at ordinary times, when the enemy comes, The formation we formed before was enough to protect ourselves.”

The other party was still thinking about the safety of Shenyou City at this time. The elder was stunned and turned to look at the two young men who followed him. Seeing their shameful expressions, he couldn't help but feel sad. Someone has to do evil things. He What kind of dignity do you need for a handful of old bones?

"Lieutenant Yao, you are a good person, but you have no fixed abode, wandering around the country, and accidentally leaked the land god's affairs after being drunk. I'm sorry, we can't let you go. The land god is the foundation of Shenyou City. Without him, , we people can’t even survive a winter.”

"Rogue cultivators already know that Nascent Soul is here, and they won't give up."

"You also said that there is more than one Nascent Soul. The casual cultivators may not know that ours is the most powerful. It may be a bluff. Now that we have learned the formation, we are not afraid of them." The elder was not at ease and asked the two young people, "Have you learned yet?"

The two nodded hesitantly.

The elder knocked on the iron door again with his crutch, "Life is not easy, please be considerate." After that, he turned around and left.

"What if a Taoist priest comes to ask for Nascent Soul?" Captain Yao asked.

The elder stopped and gritted his teeth, "All the Taoist priests are dead, how can there be any Taoist priests? Even if they come - everyone will die, the Taoist priests will not let us live, and we will not let the Taoist priests live. Later you will know how powerful the earth god is. , we are afraid that the news will be exposed, so we don’t need him, otherwise, we will just rely on the seven casual cultivators... Humph."

The elder walked out with the two young men.

Lieutenant Yao shook his head and moved away from the window. Luo Xiaoliuer came over and assumed a spell-casting posture as if he was checking his pulse again. He shouted to the three of them: "Hey, wait a minute, you haven't returned the things to me yet.

The three of them turned around with confused expressions on their faces. The elder said, "We haven't taken anything from you."

Luo Xiaoliu'er stretched out his hand and pointed, and a small sword appeared above the heads of the three of them. It grew to three feet in an instant. Under the reflection of the candles on the wall, the cold light flickered, and it slashed across the face. The three of them were startled, and they hid. He retreated and returned to the iron gate after a while.

The magic sword stopped in the air, pointing back and forth at the eyes of the three people.

"Please open the door, it's too cramped here." Luo Xiaoliu'er said politely.

"You, are you a casual cultivator?" The elder turned around and said in horror. These two people can form formations and carry many magic weapons with them, but in troubled times, this is nothing. There are many in Shenyou City. With few magic weapons, the key is that these two people can't fly. This is the most important difference between casual cultivators and ordinary people.

"I'm not a casual cultivator, I just know how to play with talismans." Luo Xiaoliu turned his right hand, facing the window with his palm, revealing the talisman pattern tattooed on his skin. It looked like an eye, and the position of the eyeball was an extremely complex text. , was emitting a trace of heat at this moment, as if it was burning, "Please open the door quickly, the hand-sacrifice talisman is very hard, I can't hold on for long, and I can't control the balance if I am in a hurry."

The elder was filled with fear. He glanced at the talisman in Luo Xiaoliu'er's hand, then looked back at the magic sword hanging in mid-air, ready to be tried. He finally realized that he was desperate, "Letting you go is equivalent to handing over the God of Earth to others. I ,I……"

Luo Xiaoliu'er was shocked. He was well-informed, but this was the first time he saw such a stubborn old man. His talisman skills were not systematic. He was good at fighting but not enough at saving people. He couldn't help but scream. There was a sound.

The two young men at the door were also frightened. Fortunately, they had quick hands and quick eyes. They grabbed the elder's arms and one of them persuaded: "Elder, you can't die. Everything must be discussed. The two eldest brothers of the Ancient God Sect are A good man will probably not betray us, so it’s okay to let him go.”

The elder spat in the speaker's face and said angrily: "What do you know? After just a few days of peaceful life, you think there are good people in this world? Can good people survive until now? What did I say to you, except People in the city are full of jackals, tigers and leopards, and I can’t believe any of them. Are there many towns that have been destroyed by rogue cultivators and talismans? Even if they are good people, they may not know a few bad friends. Once the land god is taken away, how can you survive in this troubled world? Your father, your mother, your woman, and your children will all be killed by your words of 'good person', do you understand?"

The young man blushed and whispered: "I'm not married yet, where can I get a woman and a child?"

The elder pushed the two young men away, "It's better to die anyway. It's better to die three people than to die the whole city. I'll hit you first, and then you two. No one is allowed to open the door for them. Let the God of the Earth burn them to death. It's all over." ”

The two young men tried to stop but did not dare. Luo Xiaoliuer in the hall panicked, "Captain, what should I do?"

Lieutenant Yao came over and said, "The Ancient Divine Cult is spread all over the world, and there are tens of thousands of people in the south of the Yangtze River. The two of us died here. Within three days, there will be followers coming to look for us. How will Shenyou City deal with it then? You have to think about it." Yet?"

The elder was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "I really shouldn't have asked the Ancient God Religion for help. Then I can't let you go. Just take it one step at a time. I won't commit suicide. If you want to kill someone, just do it."

The elder stretched his neck and looked as if he was ready to die. He was completely different from the easy-going and weak old man before.

The two sides reached a stalemate. Luo Xiaoliuer touched Captain Yao and asked him to look at the palm of his right hand. The talisman pattern on it began to turn red, indicating that he could no longer hold on.

"Okay." Lieutenant Yao sighed. He was about to ask Luo Xiaoliu'er to put away his spells and talk again. Suddenly he heard the sound of swords outside and knew something was wrong. He called out "Be careful" and pushed Luo Xiaoliu'er away. , and jumped to the side himself.

The elder turned around subconsciously and saw that the magic sword flew towards him, hit his forehead, passed through his head, and rushed into the iron hall through the two-finger-wide window.

There was a red dot on the elder's forehead, his face was expressionless, he blinked twice, fell down, and died. The two young men knelt down and cried.

In the iron hall, Luo Xiaoliu'er was shocked. He lowered his head to look at the palm of his hand. The talisman pattern on it had dimmed. It was obvious that he did not control the magic sword.

The magic sword kept buzzing, and the wound it caused on the elder's head was only the size of a pinhole, but the light it emitted was seven or eight feet long. It was like a large ball of light. It stayed in the air for a while and rushed directly to the Nascent Soul on the stage.

The child sensed the danger, the red seal burned again, the eight chains rattled, and the objects hanging on them all responded with lights or strange noises.

The magic sword did not attack the child, but instead slashed at the chain connected to his left wrist. The child soon woke up and tightened the chain. The magic sword slashed three times in a row, cutting off the first chain, and then cut the second chain. chain.

The young man outside the door cried and shouted: "You killed the elders, kill us too!"

Luo Xiaoliu'er was at a loss and confused, but Captain Yao had already guessed the truth and said loudly: "A Taoist priest is coming. Go and inform others. You can escape as far as you can!"

The young man stopped crying but did not move. Lieutenant Yao stood close to the iron gate, exposed his eyes, stared at the two people outside, and said seriously: "The Yuanying is about to be freed from the shackles. Even if the Taoist priests spare you, the Yuanying will survive." How can I repay your ‘favour’?”

Lieutenant Yao opened the window and let the two of them check the situation in the hall.

The two of them each took a look and saw that three of the eight chains had been removed. The child's fists were clenched and his eyes were red, revealing indescribable anger and hatred.

After just one glance, the two young men were so frightened that they turned around and ran away, not even caring about the elder's body.

The magic sword rose and fell sharply, cutting off all eight chains in the blink of an eye. The child had been trapped here for most of his life since birth, and was finally free at this moment. The red mark on his forehead seemed to be about to spit out fire.

"We are not from here. We are prisoners just like you." Luo Xiaoliuer hurriedly explained. The magic sword had fallen to the ground and returned to its original shape, but no longer listened to his command.

The child didn't speak. It was very likely that no one had ever taught him how to speak, let alone how to distinguish right from wrong. He opened his mouth and spit out a ball of red fire.