Exorcism

Mu Xingqiu stumbled, which was the most inappropriate stumble at this moment: he had already written the talisman and was just waiting to sacrifice it, but at this moment he was dizzy and it was difficult to protect himself, let alone cast a spell to suppress a person who was in a state of disbelief. A fire-breathing child in a violent state.

Everyone knew that Mu Dong'er was going to change, but this change was still beyond the expectations of most people. It was all thanks to Shi Gen who warned him beforehand. Everyone from Taoist priests, casual cultivators to talisman masters thought this was a forced change. After being possessed by the demon, not only Shen Jixian prepared the exorcism technique, but others also took corresponding precautions. As a result, he raised an umbrella, and what came instead of rain was a gust of wind.

Mu Xingqiu was the only one who didn't believe in the theory of being possessed by a demon, but he lost the ability to move the moment he saw the fire ball.

Fortunately, there was Feifei. The little demon had always been in a dilemma. He believed in Mu Xingqiu but was afraid of believing too much, so he never let down his guard. Mu Xingqiu's face was slightly dull. He could tell that something was wrong and immediately raised his head. With his right arm, he showed his orb and pointed it at the incoming fire ball.

Feifei was always timid and shy, but when he grew up he became extremely cautious. Facing that weird fire, he chose to defend instead of tit for tat. Without the help of Mie Shi, he really didn't have the confidence to defeat Mu Dong'er. His cautiousness saved him, as well as Mu Xingqiu and Bald Zi.

The fire was extremely domineering, brave when encountering enemies and violent when faced with obstacles. This was how Shen Jixian's spell was destroyed, and he himself was seriously injured. Feifei's orb emits a mist-like soft light, like a slippery ice surface, causing the fire ball to change direction. Even so, he still felt the three fields in his body shaking at the same time, and he couldn't help but be horrified. It turned out that Mu Dong Er's flames are just an appearance, and there are invisible spells that hit the vital points directly.

"Be careful!" Feifei only had time to shout these two words. He barely caught the move, took three steps back, and bumped into the bald man's leg.

The bald man's body was made from the skeleton of the Virgin Mary. There were no lower Dantian and Jianggong, and two of the three fields were missing. Only Niwangong felt a sharp pain. He pressed his head with his hands, stamped his feet and screamed.

Mu Xingqiu was drowsy and didn't feel anything. Luo Xiaoliuer didn't feel the inner attack, but was startled by the flames and hid behind General Mu.

The ball of fire turned to the person next to it.

It only happened in a moment. Feifei shouted the word "be careful". Just as Shen Jixian fell to the ground, Mu Donger spit out seven balls of fire, aiming them in different directions. Otherwise, Feifei really couldn't stop it.

There were nine balls of fire in front and behind, flying around and around, five of them flew to no man's land, and four of them broke into the crowd.

Feifei's reminder was useless. No one understood the true meaning of the word "be careful", let alone take the words of a little demon seriously. Feifei told everyone not to resist, but Shen Jixian's fall made most People come to the opposite conclusion, that is, they must go all out, even the talisman masters on the top of the mountain are no exception. Like Luo Xiaoliuer, they have not yet completed the three fields, but they don't know it, and they are more nervous than the Taoist priests.

Hundreds of spells were issued at the same time.

Yang Kuo and Shi Gen were close and at a high level. The spells were sent out first, followed by dozens of Taoist priests hundreds of steps away, then the Fu Lu masters who were slightly closer, and finally the casual cultivators above Fu Huang City. The spells were connected together like waves. These people did not know each other and did not belong to the same sect. Facing a common threat, they cooperated quite tacitly. The spells they emitted did not interfere with each other and did not lose their accuracy.

At least that's what everyone thought when they cast the spell. When these spells hit Mu Dong'er's flames, the situation was out of anyone's control.

boom--

The spells were cast one after another, and the thunderous roars were continuous. The four fires attacking the crowd were not weak but strong, and turned into a sea of ​​​​fire. The strong Taoist priests in Santian were the first to suffer, and were not burned by the fire. , already feeling the vibration in their bodies, Yang Kuo and Shi Gen yelled at the same time, turned over and fell down. The Taoist priests in the distance fell to the ground just a little later, and the monks further away were still several miles away from the flames. Being hit by the invisible spell, they also fell one after another and screamed even more miserably.

Only a hundred or so talisman masters were left standing on the mountain in shock. Santian was fine, but he had to face the flames that were pouring down from the mountain. A few people still remembered to continue to sacrifice the talismans, but the result was only making the fire more intense.

This also happened in the blink of an eye. The clothes of the three Taoist priests Shen Jixian, Yang Kuo and Shi Gen had just been ignited. The flames were about to swallow up the talisman masters on the top of the mountain. Feifei cast a spell to bring Mu Xingqiu, Bald Zi and Luo Xiaoliu'er with them. Out of danger, at this moment, everything was over again.

All the flames suddenly turned around and got into the wicker basket, like a group of scoundrels who accidentally broke into someone else's wedding banquet. They came in a noisy manner and suddenly discovered that the groom and the bride were strangers. They dispersed in embarrassment, leaving behind Real friends and relatives were stunned.

The wicker basket and the coarse cloth covering it were ordinary objects, and they were not damaged at all after absorbing the fire. Instead, they were thirteen pieces of ninth-grade or above magical artifacts on the lid, which were rolling up and down like a few vegetable leaves in boiling water. , six lower-grade magic weapons exploded and fell to the ground, while the remaining seven fell aside.

Mu Xingqiu woke up in time and took out the talisman he had written.

His talismans are different, and they rely more on "talisman paper", so they have to write on spells or magic tools. Those thirteen magic tools are all at level nine or above. Each one can be called a treasure, and they can be written on it with one move. Six pieces were destroyed in a short period of time, which shows the power of fire.

The screams all around had not stopped, and the survivors were not even sure that they were still alive. Feifei shouted again: "Dong'er is still going to change!"

Mu Dong'er, who had spit out nine balls of fire, had not returned to normal. Her face was still red, her cheeks were bulging, and she was obviously holding her breath again, preparing to cast the spell again.

Shi Gen, who was lying on the ground, jumped up. There was no smile on his face, his hair was messy, and his clothes were torn. He howled like a wolf around him. He didn't know who he was angry at. His eyes fell on Mu Dong'er and he stopped howling. Without saying a word, he suddenly disappeared without a trace, and performed the teleportation technique in front of everyone.

The spell cast this time was not very successful. Santian was damaged, panicked, and the surrounding spells were mixed. In this environment, few Taoist priests dared to teleport. Shi Gen was eager to escape and could not care about so much. A moment later, he appeared in Santian. Four miles away, above the barren mountain, he screamed and fell to the ground again.

Yang Kuo also stood up and rushed over to put out the fire for Shen Jixian. Seeing that he was still breathing, he felt relieved. He turned to look at Mu Dong'er and said in horror: "He, he is not possessed, he is a demon!"

This sentence reminded everyone that Mu Dong'er was still gathering momentum and would soon start breathing fire again. The talisman masters on the top of the mountain had just escaped and did not believe they would be lucky again. Without waiting for the leader's order, they all However, the impatient man even forgot about the sacrificial talisman and slid down the hillside. Mao Bupo flew away but left the lion mount on the spot, where it lay paralyzed and did not dare to move.

Yang Kuo weighed the choice between fighting and escaping. His courage ended here. He picked up the unconscious Shen Jixian and flew away with dozens of Taoist priests and several casual cultivators.

In the blink of an eye, the hillside was empty, except for Mu Xingqiu, Bald Zi, Feifei and Luo Xiaoliu'er, four pairs of eyes staring at Mu Dong'er in the sky.

"Demon Master, what should I do?" Feifei was so shocked that he forgot to keep Mu Xingqiu's secret and directly called out the Demon Master's title.

"I remembered." Mu Xingqiu said excitedly. He spread his legs and squatted into a horse stance. He held up the seven magical instruments, pressed his fingers on the wicker basket, and continued to write the talismans, as if he was gently beating a drum.

"Have you got your memory back?" Feifei was happy, but she really felt that this was not the most important thing at the moment, "Dong'er..."

"No, I just remembered one thing." Mu Xingqiu wrote the talisman as he spoke, not slowing down at all, "Mu Dong'er is my son, indeed my son!"

Feifei was stunned. He had already said this before. Could it be that Master Mu didn't believe him before?

"'Knowing' and 'remembering' are two different things." Mu Xingqiu explained quickly, "I 'knew' that he was my son before, but now I 'remember' that we, we..."

Mu Xingqiu was convinced that this was his son, but this "remembering" was very strange. He remembered several meetings with Mu Dong'er, but could not recall the specific scenes, let alone whether anyone else was present. People's conversations and battles seem to take place in a void.

The bald man shook his head, wondering what the headache was all about. Luo Xiaoliu'er didn't know why, but still tremblingly congratulated General Mu on finding his son. Feifei became more and more anxious, "Demon Master, don't you need to stop Mu Dong'er? "

"I can bear it again." Mu Xingqiu finally showed his serious expression when fighting. This time the battle is different from the past. The purpose is not to win, but to awaken something, "You three, retreat, don't go too far."

Feifei could no longer understand the state of the demon master. He had believed in Mu Xingqiu just now and almost caused an irreversible disaster. This time - after hesitating for a moment, Feifei took the bald man's hand and took a few steps back. There is no way to doubt the demon master.

Luo Xiaoliu'er had already stepped back more than ten steps and was about to climb to the top of the mountain.

Mu Dong'er's momentum was completed, and Mu Xingqiu sacrificed the talisman first in order to attract all the flames.

Sure enough, Mu Dong'er, who was provoked, spit out all nine flames at Mu Xingqiu.

This time, Mu Xingqiu didn't feel dizzy, and no new memories were produced. He carefully controlled the talismans on the basket and inhaled one fire ball after another. The remaining seven high-grade magical instruments broke apart one after another. When the basket lid was closed, there was nothing left. , the coarse cloth and basket lost their protection and were burned cleanly in an instant, leaving not even ashes.

The "Nascent Soul" in the basket was revealed, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his whole body covered with flames.

Feifei became more confident because his Santian was safe and Mu Xingqiu could indeed absorb all of Mu Dong'er's spells.

The fake Nascent Soul's appearance could not last long, and it soon revealed its true form, which was the clone of the Patriarch Pagoda that Mu Xingqiu had put on in the city.

All nine fires were sucked in, but the Patriarch Tower clone did not break and was still burning.

Mu Dong'er's expression recovered a little, and she said blankly: "Where have everyone gone?"

Mu Xingqiu also breathed a sigh of relief. His judgment was correct. Venting his anger was more beneficial to Mu Dong'er than suppressing it. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden chill arose from the soles of his feet. His instinct, intuition, and strange sensibility were all over the place. The same warning was issued: there was a spell in the Patriarch Tower clone about to be released, and the target was probably the ignorant Mu Dong'er.

The spell was so powerful that it made Mu Xingqiu frightened even before it was formed. He suddenly realized that he had made a serious mistake and should not have written the talisman on the Patriarch's tower clone.

This magical weapon was given to Zhao Chuye by the Patriarch Kun Chaos.