Exorcism

Without temptation, Mu Xingqiu knew very well how powerful his enemy was. He had to try his best from the beginning. There was only one chance, and what he had to bet on was the lives and deaths of four people.

Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian predicted the "future", which was more intimidating than powerful spells. Those who believed in it would think it was an inevitable fate. Mu Xingqiu only regarded it as nonsense because he could not remember any of it. A master. In the past two years, he had heard some Taoist legends and knew the names of the masters, but what he heard was false. His more direct feelings came from Taoist priests such as Zhao Chuye. Those people had no resemblance to the legendary Taoist priests. Mortals struggle for survival just like ordinary people, but they have more power, and the splash of water when they struggle is more obvious.

To Mu Xingqiu, Yang Yannian's predictions were no different from the nonsense told by street fortune tellers.

After breaking the formation talisman, Mu Xingqiu wrote the first talisman on his son.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, when the Taoist clan was fighting against the demons, facing the tough defense of the demons, the formation-breaking talisman was one of the offensive talismans commonly used by Taoist priests. The demons were defeated and the Taoist clan was dominant. The Taoist priests continued to perfect the art of talismans. , but it doesn’t have much use anymore. The last time it was used was in the internal fight with Nianxinke. In the tens of thousands of years that followed, the Taoist talismans were hidden. Although Zhao Chuye regained the secret skills through revelation, he rarely used them. In his heart, he still only trusted the Five Elements spells.

It was in Mu Xingqiu's hands that the formation-breaking talisman was able to see the light of day again, but it was completely different from before.

Tens of thousands of years ago, no Fuluke Taoist priest could use the Patriarch Tower as a pen and the body of two immortal souls as paper. In comparison, Mu Xingqiu's blood ink was the most ordinary.

Mu Donger not only has the demon soul and the divine soul in his body, but also the powerful spells left by Kun Chaos and the strange fire he got shortly after he was born. If he were a piece of paper, every material used to make paper would be extremely rare. Moreover, these materials are incompatible with each other and are in a life-and-death struggle.

Fu Lu was a commander-in-chief who was ordered to do something in danger. He rushed into the chaotic military camp in a hurry. With a soldier's talisman in one hand and a sword in the other, he issued orders that could not be disobeyed to several generals who did not agree with each other. The most temperamental general among them was Kun Chaos' spell. In normal times, it would not accept the control of any talisman, but under the pressure of the two immortal souls, it could only succumb.

The left side of Mu Dong'er's body was cold, but red light was emitting from his eyes. His right body was hot, but white light was emitting from his eyes. The target of the two beams of light was not the Taoist priest, but the unquenchable furnace dozens of steps away.

Three masters and dozens of Taoist priests cast spells at the same time. They set up a magic circle. Many spells merged into one in the air, forming a ball of light the size of a fist. It was almost completely transparent and only showed a little bit when it moved. Even so, only the third eye can detect it.

The ball of light was suspended in the air, with an area the size of a dove egg in the middle that was slightly brighter. It looked like an eyeball hidden underwater. It turned and looked at the target, and its "pupil" suddenly brightened. This is its attack, which is faster than the two beams of light shot from Mu Donger's left and right eyes.

Mu Xingqiu groaned and took a step back. His lower dantian was hit. The invisible force shot directly into the lower dantian like an arrow, causing a crack in the first inner elixir.

The "pupil" of the light ball flashed three times in a row. Jianggong and Niwangong were hit one after another. Mu Xingqiu stepped back step by step. Every time he took a step back, an inner elixir cracked.

In the past two years and more, although his three inner elixirs have been lazy and turning very slowly, they are still intact after all and are gradually recovering. They do not provide much mana, but they are very important to Mu Xingqiu.

The three elixirs were all broken and stopped spinning. Mu Xingqiu immediately felt dizzy and weak. Writing talismans required full concentration, but his consciousness was dissipating. His flesh and blood lacked that little magic power and was not as strong as usual, so he couldn't First-class talisman.

Mu Dong'er's two beams of light had already been emitted, and Mu Xingqiu stared at them, hoping to produce some effect. This was all he hoped for.

The attack of the light ball and Mu Xingqiu's retreat were completed in an instant. At the same time, the two red and white lights hit the furnace, making a hissing sound. The furnace body showed no change, and the fire inside was motionless, as if frozen. Average.

The Taoist priests did not stop the two beams of light. They believed that the furnace could withstand it and that as long as the person who wrote the talisman and sacrifice talisman died, the light would naturally disappear.

But Mu Xingqiu did not die. He suffered severe injuries. Any Taoist priest would have collapsed if he had not died. He only took three steps back, swaying, but did not fall, let alone die.

The inner elixir is important to him, but not as important as it is to other Taoist priests. He is like a person who has been ill for a long time. No matter how much pain he has, he will not die.

"This kid is really..." Grandmaster Dai Zhen couldn't think of a particularly suitable description.

"Although he is alive and dead, let him live and use it to monitor the furnace. The fire of the lunar calendar is never strong enough. When will the elixir be successfully made?" Yang Yannian still wanted to continue with his plan.

The fire of Taiyin requires mana to activate, but if the furnace is not extinguished, the body will be destroyed. The three masters can bear it, but no one is willing to get hurt, so they have to sacrifice a Taoist priest every once in a while. Yang Yannian feels that Mu Xingqiu might can solve this problem.

"The three elixirs have been destroyed, and he has no magic power. What's the use of having an empty body?" Dai Zhen frowned slightly, "Why don't these two beams of light stop?"

"This is the magic of talismans. It can maintain itself for a while after sacrificing the talisman. It is different from our Five Elements magic." Yang Yannian was not surprised.

"Don't be careless, prepare to get rid of the demon soul." Xiang Haisheng kept staring at Mu Dong'er.

The reason why the three masters temporarily stopped after defeating Mu Xingqiu was because they had differences on this matter.

Yang Yannian missed his hand once, lowered his head and said nothing, but had no intention of cooperating with the spell. Dai Zhen said: "What should I do with the soul? Who should it belong to?"

"Two Grandmasters, we were ordered by the Patriarch to destroy the demon souls. Our great achievements have not been accomplished and our status is unstable. Do we still have the time to fight for this?" Xiang Haisheng looked a little stern.

"Naturally, they were collected in the magic weapon and handed over to the ancestor for processing." Xiang Haisheng summoned several soul-binding weapons, "The nights are long and the dreams are many. Everyone works hard. Everything we have is given by the ancestor. If he doesn't agree, he won't even die. It belongs to us, let alone a soul."

No one dared to say anything more. The Taoist priests cast spells together again, and the "pupil" of the light ball in mid-air blinked twice more, once attacking Mu Dong'er's inner elixir and once attacking the demon soul.

Mu Dong'er sat in his father's arms, his face facing outward, and his eyes shining brightly at the furnace. He was already in a drowsy state. He was motionless as Mu Xingqiu swayed. After the ball of light blinked, he was still like this. .

The Taoist priests were silent for a while. Ordinary Taoist priests did not dare to say anything. Among the masters, Dai Zhen was the first to lose his composure and said, "Grandmaster Xiang, what are you waiting for? It's time to restrain the soul."

"Wait a minute, you must first confirm that the demon soul is dead. Ask the two masters and the Supreme Treasure to cast a spell. If Mu Donger spits out pure Tao fire, the demon soul is dead. If he spits out fusion fire, the demon soul is still there." Xiang Haisheng The large bright mirror was placed in the furnace, so two other people were required to cast the spell.

Yang Yannian and Dai Zhen looked at each other and did not obey the order immediately.

"The talisman is still in progress, let's wait until it's over." Yang Yannian said that he had suffered losses before, so he was more cautious. Mu Xingqiu stood there and did not fall, which made him dare not be careless.

Xiang Haisheng lowered his eyes slightly, "Okay, let me take out the Great Light Mirror and cast the spell myself."

Yang Yannian pretended not to hear, but Dai Zhen was a little panicked. He didn't want to be sued by Xiang Haisheng in front of the ancestor in the future, so he took a step forward with the sword-washing pool, "Okay, I'll do it. The three masters who serve Rimang are still afraid. This father and son?"

The sword-washing pool was erected. The water inside did not move, and the scene reflected was clearer than a large bright mirror.

Mu Dong'er's appearance appeared on the water. There was no light in her eyes. After a moment, she actually blinked.

Dai Zhen was startled, "What's going on? He doesn't have inner elixir, how can he still cast spells?"

Ordinary Taoist priests couldn't see anything special about Mu Dong'er's blinking, but the three masters could clearly see that there was still magic coming out of his eyes. This was by no means the continuation of the old talisman, but a new formation-breaking talisman. .

Yang Yannian could no longer watch, so he immediately cast a spell with the Demon Suppressing Bell. After the bell rang three times, his expression changed, "It's not Mu Dong'er, it's Mu Xingqiu!"

Mu Xingqiu was swaying, as if he would fall down at any time. The Patriarch's Tower in his hand did not move. The three elixirs were broken and could no longer provide any mana. His mind was in chaos and he could not even remember the details of the talisman. His third eye was blurred and his ears were blurred. It was hazy, but he was still writing the talisman. The talisman paper was Mu Dong'er, the talisman pen was the Patriarch Tower, and the talisman ink was his own blood plus the mana from the Patriarch Tower.

The Patriarch Tower was providing him with mana, and the spells left by Kun Chaos had been removed. The entire magic forest was open to Mu Xingqiu, and the talisman they formed was more powerful than the blood of a Taoist priest.

But writing the talisman still requires thinking. Mu Xingqiu's mind was confused, but his perception was sharper than ever. The formation-breaking talisman was in his mind, and there was no need to think about it in detail, just like those who only draw a horse or a flower in their whole life. As an experienced painter, the picture has been firmly imprinted in his mind, but when faced with real objects, he has no way to copy it.

The formation-breaking talisman at this time was not words, but a ball of light and a shadow, which actually existed in his mind. No matter how confused his thoughts were, it did not affect its existence.

He didn't need to move the Patriarch's Tower. The mana in the tower automatically flowed out, and he wrote the talismans in Mu Dong'er's body, and then shot them out from his eyes.

A flash of inspiration flashed in the deepest part of his mind, and Mu Xingqiu vaguely understood something, but he couldn't think about it in detail yet.

"How can a person whose inner elixir has been destroyed write the Taoist Talisman?" Dai Zhen was not only surprised, but also angry. The water in the sword-washing pool in his hand fluctuated, and nine spells were instantly released.

As soon as the nine spells left the magic weapon, they deviated from the direction, flew towards the eternal furnace, hit the furnace body, and disappeared silently.

"Don't move." Xiang Haisheng finally understood what the problem was. He flashed to the furnace and looked inside. In the bright mirror, he saw the imprisoned woman holding magic formulas with both hands and posing for casting spells. posture.

It turns out that she is the source of everything.