Exorcism

The mountain of dust turned into a mist of dust, covering the sky and the sun. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if it had suddenly grown several times taller. The people inside were all floating in the air. The dust could only be seen with the naked eye. Only the Taoist priests can see a few feet further, and only they can see the slowly rising transparent cover.

There was no dust in the shield that was more than one foot in diameter. There was only a tall woman. Her hair was very strange, hanging casually, reaching her waist. The end was dark blue, and slowly transitioned upwards to pure black.

Mu Donger thought she was a dragon demon, and immediately remembered what happened in Yelin Town. He was at the scene and saw her changes with his own eyes, "Ah, you are not a dragon demon, you are Qin Lingshuang... Auntie."

Mu Dong'er once asked her mother who Qin Lingshuang was, but she didn't get a definite answer. Instead, she was reminded that she must be called "aunt".

Among the people, Zhao Chuye stood tallest and could not escape the spell range created by the clone of the Patriarch Tower. This made him shocked and angry. This clone once belonged to him, but there was no mark of his on it. At this time, he did not recognize the past at all. host.

"Another person who has come back from the dead." Zhao Chuye didn't care about the woman. He gathered all his mana and planned to fight to the death. He had great ambitions, the most important of which was to survive in this troubled world, "You all Shouldn’t exist!”

Seven beams of light were emitted from the hands of Grandmaster Xingshan. Affected by the clone of the Patriarch Tower, the beam of light was bent and lost its accuracy from the beginning. Zhao Chuye had been prepared for it. These seven beams of light were only used to attract the attention of others. He himself Jumping down, it was like diving deep into the water. The target was not Qin Lingshuang, not Yishi Jun, not Mu Xingqiu, but Mu Dong'er.

There is only one way to end the spell of the Patriarch Tower clone, and that is to kill the target of the clone. Mu Dong'er himself is still ignorant, and those with stronger strength have discovered the truth.

In the dust, only Mr. Yishi kept smiling. He used the power of the enemy to make the "two girls" wake up faster. He was very proud and prepared to introduce to everyone who the woman in the transparent shield was, so He didn't see Zhao Chuye's true purpose in time. He only guarded against the seven curved beams and ignored the caster himself.

Zhao Chuye was in front of Mu Dong'er in an instant, staring at him coldly, holding a dagger more than a foot long in his hand. Almost all his magical weapons were taken away two years ago. Ku Xunduo On that day, I only found a few sixth- and seventh-grade magical weapons, and the dagger was one of them.

Spells can deflect, but sharp blades can't. Zhao Chuye stabbed Mu Dong'er with his dagger in a sad and angry mood, feeling a bit of ridicule. The ancestor's magic power was boundless, and the spells he fired still did not distinguish between friend and foe. Taoist priest Yue Mang could only act like He charges like a rough mortal soldier. Will he gain the forgiveness and favor of his ancestor after killing Mu Dong'er?

Mr. Yishi finally reacted, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He clapped a palm more than ten steps away, and a ball of red light hit Zhao Chuye, but it was too late. His spells were also affected by the clone of the Patriarch Tower. , although the distance was extremely short, it still missed by a few inches and passed close to Zhao Chuye. It hit the target but did not cause much damage.

Mu Dong'er didn't wait to die, let alone run away. He raised his head, his cheeks bulged, his face turned red, and he was about to spit out a strange ball of fire, but he was a step too late. The fire ball needed to accumulate strength, and he didn't have time at all. , the shining white dagger was pressed against his chest.

Only one person rushed over in time. Mu Xingqiu never left his son's safety completely to Yi Shijun. Even when he was most focused on writing the talisman, there was a peripheral vision staring at Mu Dong'er. Zhao Chuye's seven beams of light As soon as they dispersed, he knew something was wrong. He was too familiar with this method of rushing forward. Even if he lost his memory, his reaction was a little faster than others.

With the spells pouring out from the Patriarch Tower clone on one side, and Zhao Chuye holding a dagger in his hand who could never show mercy, Mu Xingqiu had only one choice: deal with the most urgent threat first.

Zhao Chuye was rubbed by Yi Shijun's red light, and his body swayed slightly. Then he used force on his hand and thrust the dagger into Mu Dong'er's chest. No matter how powerful the spell was, he could not miss it.

The dagger penetrated nearly two inches, and Mu Dong'er's face turned even redder. At this moment, Zhao Chuye suddenly sank, and a great force, not a spell, pushed him away from the side.

"He must be killed!" Zhao Chuye shouted angrily, pouring mana into his palm, pushing the dagger another inch, then turned to look at Mu Xingqiu, who was jumping on him, and looked at the face that was even angrier than him. Face, "Where does the Taoist family relationship come from?"

This was not a question, but an accusation. Zhao Chuye didn't understand Mu Xingqiu's choice. Pushing him away could only let Mu Dong'er live a little longer. Without Mu Xingqiu's talisman to suppress it, the spells in the Patriarch Tower clone immediately disappeared. Will it surge out, kill Mu Dong'er, and probably wipe out everyone else present along with it.

Mu Xingqiu grabbed Zhao Chuye's neck with both hands. There were no talismans or spells, only the abundant mana he had just absorbed in his meridians. He had to save Mu Dong'er. This was not a choice, but instinct and necessity. He didn't need to ask anyone. He explained that he only regretted one thing. He did not take advantage of every opportunity to kill the Taoist priest Fu Yuemang two years ago.

Zhao Chuye was casting a spell. At first he wanted to kill Mu Xingqiu, but soon he turned to self-protection. The other party injected too much mana, disrupting his meridians and three fields. No spell could be formed, so he could only use pure mana. confrontation.

They were like two dead leaves entangled in a whirlwind, swaying under the influence of the Patriarch Tower clone.

Zhao Chuye couldn't hold on any longer. Mu Xingqiu's magic power was not generated by inner elixirs, but came from magic transformation. He was naturally aggressive. He was not honest within Mu Xingqiu's meridians, and even more rampant when he entered the body of an outsider. They were as arrogant as a hundred wild boars charging into the orderly palace of a prince. If the people in the palace had been prepared, they might have been able to annihilate all the intruders. But they were suddenly attacked unexpectedly, and they were suddenly unable to fight back.

Zhao Chuye attacked Mu Dong'er at close range, but he was in a completely weak position in front of Mu Xingqiu, who was better at hand-to-hand combat.

"You promised me..." Zhao Chuye said hoarsely. Even in this situation, he refused to beg for mercy directly, but reminded Mu Xingqiu that there was still a promise that had not been fulfilled.

That was two years ago. Zhao Chuye agreed to cooperate with Mu Xingqiu in writing talismans, but put forward a condition: Mu Xingqiu would teach him the method of absorbing mana. After the talisman was completed, Shi Hanyuan used a spell to blow Zhao Chuye hundreds of miles away, so the deal was never completed.

Mu Xingqiu remembered this incident clearly. He stared at the veins on Zhao Chuye's face and bulging eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Here you go."

Mu Xingqiu has no magic that can be taught to him. He can absorb spells and convert them into magic power, which is completely involuntary. He made the promise at that time because he wanted to use the ingenuity of Taoist Fu Yuemang to clarify the context. Now everything has changed. Zhao Chuye wanted the secret, so Mu Xingqiu gave him all the memories he had.

He didn't remember the spell to transfer the memory, and he didn't need the spell. Zhao Chuye's mind was right in front of him. Niwan Palace, which was responsible for the guardianship, had been smashed to pieces by the overbearing magic power, and could not stop anything. Something.

Mu Xingqiu stuffed all the few memories he had into it. He didn't even know how he did it. Anyway, it was very easy. Along with the memories came a lot of mana, which was sharper than a dagger and penetrated deeper.

The whole process was quite short. After less than half a circle around Fenchen Mountain, Mu Xingqiu could no longer detect Zhao Chuye's magic power, so he let go of his hand and turned around to look back. Mu Dong'er was held in Mr. Yishi's arms. No fire ball came out of his mouth, his face turned from red to white, and he was looking at the "Brocade Cluster" with surprised eyes.

Mu Xingqiu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the clone of the Patriarch Tower that he had given up, hoping that there was still time to make amends, but he knew very well that this was impossible. The spells in the tower were too powerful. Without him continuing to write spells, the others would not be able to continue. I couldn't hold on for a while.

But the spell did not leak any more, and another person took his place. The familiar yet unfamiliar woman broke the transparent shield and flew to Mu Xingqiu's original position. She pressed her left hand on the flame and changed the magic formula with her right hand.

She was not using a talisman, but the effect was better. The flames on the tower were slowly shrinking.

Mu Xingqiu was extremely surprised, not only because someone could suppress the powerful spells in the tower, but also because this woman's method was very similar to his, she could absorb spells and convert them into mana, and her fingers were equally flexible. Mu Xingqiu Qiu can use ten fingers to write talismans instantly, while women can use their five fingers straight or curved to create three or five spells at the same time.

This woman's method is more mature and effective. In comparison, she is the real direct disciple, and Mu Xingqiu is just a thief who hid outside the wall and caught a glimpse of a few tricks.

Not long after, the flames on the Patriarch's tower clone were extinguished, and the Dust Mountain could no longer maintain its shape, disintegrating in an uproar and spreading in all directions.

The talisman masters halfway up the mountain fell one after another and were finally able to fly again. Luo Xiaoliu'er also fell to the ground. He was at a height of five or six hundred feet. If he fell, he would definitely die. The lion shook his head and threw him away. Get on your back and slowly land on the ground.

Feifei, Bald Zi and the group of children fell back at the same time, stood up at the same time, and flew towards Mu Dong'er together.

In the chaos, Di Yuanfu and Shi Gen flew away quietly, and Zhao Chuye's body was wrapped in dust and fell, with no one paying attention.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at his son again. Mu Dong'er was smiling forcefully, assuring his companions that he was fine. He flew in front of the woman and stared at her. The relevant memories seemed to be flying before his eyes, making him feel dizzy again.

"You are..." Mu Xingqiu felt that more than one name was on his lips.

The woman smiled, kindly and wisely, "Just because you can come out means that my mission is finally over and I can do what I want to do. First of all, please let me introduce an acquaintance to you."

The woman's smile disappeared as soon as it disappeared, but the kindness was still there. "Be careful," she said.

Mu Xingqiu felt an inexplicable force coming from Niwan Palace, but the source was not the inner elixir. It stabbed straight down like a sword, penetrating Jiang Palace and Lower Dantian. In a daze, he remembered something again.