Exorcism

When Mu Xingqiu arrived at Fuhuang City, it was not long before dawn. As soon as he flew over the mountains, he felt the atmosphere was strange. When he landed in front of the city gate, the feeling became even stronger, as if there was a huge monster as big as a mountain. Squatting in the dark, the fishy smell of his breath made his hair stand on end, but he couldn't see what it looked like.

Not long after the sun rose, it began to show its power. It was so bright that Mu Xingqiu could see the entire city. However, no matter how much mana he added, he could not see the source of this weird atmosphere with his third eye. It was like a diffuse spell. He But it can't be absorbed.

Jiang Huo'er ran forward as soon as he landed, and stopped after a dozen steps. He looked down at the rope on his waist. It was a magic rope for blessing talismans. The two ends were tied to the waists of Mu Xingqiu and Jiang Huo'er respectively. The two of them were so close to each other during the previous flight that the little guy didn't notice. Only then did he realize the restraints on his body.

Jiang Huo'er didn't like the rope on his body. It reminded him of his painful experience in the past. He grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled hard. His strength even surprised Kou San. It had no effect on Mu Xingqiu. After pulling a few times, The rope that had been stretched straight became longer. Jiang Huoer happily continued to run forward. After stretching it, he pulled it. He ran out for more than a hundred steps and entered the city. No matter how hard he tried, he could not make the rope longer.

The city was deserted, and the already deserted streets were even more deserted at this time. Occasionally, the wind would blow, and the unclosed doors would bang.

Jiang Huo'er had never seen the world, so he didn't think there was anything strange about this empty city at all. He looked around with a pair of round eyes, and suddenly found that his feet were off the ground and rising slowly. He had always thought Learn to fly and be happier because of it.

The rope lengthened again and stopped when it reached almost the same height as the city gate tower. Jiang Huo'er was able to overlook most of the city. Looking around, there was no one anywhere. This was an empty city, a dead city, but there was no attack. Showing signs of destruction, the cows and horses were quietly eating, resting, and enjoying the day without having to work, while the cats and dogs were hiding, occasionally letting out a mournful cry.

Mu Xingqiu saw everything in the city with the help of Jiang Huo'er's eyes, and couldn't help but wonder what trick Lord Yishi was playing. He invited himself here, but hid everyone in the city. Mu Xingqiu couldn't remember Yishi Jun. It was only because of Qin Lingshuang that he believed in this demon of souls. Now he couldn't help but regret it.

He turned around and saw an old man walking slowly on crutches.

This is a very elegant old man, with white hair and a boyish face, a wide robe and big sleeves. He is very tall, with a straight waist. The crutch in his hand is a head taller than a human being - really a head taller, with a complete skull stuck on the top of the cane. ——The walk was not fast, and every step was taken solemnly, as if the road was lined with respectful subjects.

The old man walked to Mu Xingqiu, stood side by side with him, and looked into the city for a while, "Your method is good. I sent in one hundred and thirty-seven vanguards, and none came out."

Mu Xingqiu could use the talisman to check the situation in the city without Jiang Huo'er, but the little guy was too lively, so he let him play with it.

"Are you here to attack Fuhuang City?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"Well, this city is more difficult to conquer than I expected. Mr. Yishi is indeed a demon of souls who has lived for thousands of years. He has some real abilities." The old man turned around and cupped his hands slightly, "I'm Lian Haishan Yang Yongfu. I command a hundred thousand scattered cultivators in the south of the Yangtze River, and I haven’t asked you for your name?”

Mu Xingqiu had been walking in the south of the Yangtze River and knew that there was Lianhai Mountain, but he had never heard of Yang Yongfu, who was in charge of the "One Hundred Thousand Loose Cultivators". In troubled times, there were many rumors and braggarts everywhere, but Mu Xingqiu didn't care. He returned the courtesy and said, "I am Mu Xingqiu. I don't seem to see many casual cultivators of the demon clan."

Yang Yongfu's face changed slightly, "Are you implying that I am a demon?"

"It's just a feeling. If I'm wrong, please forgive me."

Yang Yongfu snorted, turned around, and after a while asked, "What does it feel like? I'm not a monster, but I want to know why you sensed monster energy from me?"

"Yei Qi? No, you don't have monster energy in you. This is... I feel like I know you. Have we met?"

"Ha." Yang Yongfu scoffed and did not answer.

Mu Xingqiu became more and more convinced that they must have met before, but it was impossible for him to remember, so there was no need to bother.

Yang Yongfu turned the crutch in his hand until it was a few inches into the ground, "Don't you want to know why I led the casual cultivators to attack Fuhuang City?"

"For Nascent Soul. Mu Xingqiu doesn't need to guess.

"Hehe, but do you know who I came to seize the Nascent Soul for?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head.

"The Patriarch." Yang Yongfu said flatly, but in the end he only elicited a dull reaction. He turned to stare at Mu Xingqiu, "I know you have lost your memory, but do you know who the Patriarch is?"

"Kun Chao, you are very lucky. Many people want to work for him but have no way to do so. What is your unique method?"

"It turns out that you also know the Patriarch's preferences." Yang Yongfu showed a smile on his face, "You will be able to see my unique method later. This is not the only reason why I can be appreciated by the Patriarch." He paused for a moment, " I am Zuo Liuying’s friend.”

"I see." Mu Xingqiu said perfunctorily, Zuo Liuying's image becoming increasingly blurry in his eyes.

"The attack on Fuhuang City is an extremely important task. Zuo Liuying leaves it to me. I will not let him down." Yang Yongfu nodded solemnly.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Xingqiu decided to stay out of the matter for the time being. Mr. Yishi was very powerful. Since he didn't ask for help, he didn't need help from others.

"Yishi Jun is an old sly guy." Yang Yongfu said bitterly, his voice trembling a little, as if he had suffered at the hands of Yishi Jun. "He expected that Fuhuang City would be attacked, so he set up the formation early. He is the demon of all souls, and his body is a Dharma body, which can be changed and discarded at will, but he cannot leave his body for too long, so he turned all the people in the city into his own body, including casual cultivators, talisman masters, and ordinary people. There are as many as 40,000 to 50,000 bodies." Yang Yongfu pulled out his cane and pointed it into the city. "This is a soul city, with the bodies of tens of thousands of people as bricks and stones. , the soul of the person who enters will be separated, and the soul will shuttle through the strange body. Who is better than Yi Shijun at this kind of fighting style? The simplest way to deal with it is to destroy the city and all the people in the city. "Yang Yongfu shook the skull on the top of his cane, "But no, there are at least 20 Yuanying in the city, maybe more. We came to attack Fuhuang City to snatch Yuanying, and we must not kill any of them by mistake." There was a Yuanying tied to the other end of the rope around Mu Xingqiu's waist, but Yang Yongfu didn't seem to recognize it and showed no interest in it. "In this way, there is only one way left, send a master into the city to fight with Yi Shijun." Yang Yongfu narrowed his eyes slightly. "You have sent in 137 pioneers." "They are pathfinders. It is normal for them to be trapped inside, and they have sent out some information. Although they are defeated, they are still honorable. Next, I will send a general to the field." Yang Yongfu looked at Mu Xingqiu. "I am not your subordinate, let alone a 'general'."

"Of course, my general is someone else, but I need you to do me a favor, and also to do yourself a favor."

"Please go ahead."

"The battlefield is ruthless, and Yi Shijun is ruthless. If he is forced into a corner, he would rather die than fight to the death. Someone has to protect those Yuanyings. If they are killed or injured, my battle will be in vain. Only you can do this, because you are not my general, nor Yi Shijun's man."

"I might help Yi Shijun." Mu Xingqiu told the truth. He came here for this reason, but Yi Shijun was not visible, so he did not go directly into the city.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. As long as you think about protecting the Nascent Soul first at the most critical moment, you can help anyone else at other times."

This favor is simple. Mu Xingqiu would do it without Yang Yongfu asking, so he felt a little strange, "You recognize me. You didn't come out to ask me for help, but to test me."

"The Taoist is still the Taoist. He hasn't changed after losing his memory. We did know each other once. Let's talk about it when you recover your memory."

Yang Yongfu raised his crutches and pointed his skull to the sky. A green light approached the sky. Groups of dark clouds came from all directions. There were shadowy figures inside. Although there were not 100,000 people, there were still more than 10,000 people. During the turbulent times, the population dropped sharply. It was amazing that Yang Yongfu could gather so many casual cultivators.

Mu Xingqiu looked carefully with his heavenly eyes and found that the people in the clouds were not all casual cultivators. To be precise, less than 20% of them were casual cultivators. Most of the remaining people were obviously ordinary mortals who were pulled to make up the numbers. They were pale and scared.

Dark clouds gathered, seven thunders roared, seven lightning bolts flashed, and there was a momentum of a casual cultivator going out to battle. Then an iron chain fell from the sky, with a man tied at the end.

"Demon, let me go!" The man shouted in the air.

Yang Yongfu smiled and said, "Mu Xingqiu, you should recognize him, right?"

Of course Mu Xingqiu recognized him. That was Yang Yannian, the Grandmaster of Pangshan. They had fought twice. The last time was in the Nanhai Forest. Yang Yannian's Demon-Suppressing Bell was taken away by his companions, and he chose to escape. Mu Xingqiu learned these things from Qin Lingshuang, who was in a semi-conscious state at the time.

Yang Yannian stopped above the city gate, his whole body tied up with chains. When he saw Mu Xingqiu, he laughed loudly: "Are you proud, kid? What's the orthodoxy? What's the master? Now you laugh at my joke, it will be your turn soon!"

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything. Yang Yongfu pointed his skull at Yang Yannian and said coldly: "Yang Yannian, you should feel lucky that the ancestor is willing to give you a chance. If you don't want to follow Xiang Haisheng's footsteps, go into Fuhuang City and capture Yi Shijun alive."

Yang Yannian calmed down a little, "Will the ancestor forgive me?"

"The ancestor has no trust, and naturally no forgiveness. The ancestor only needs people who can do things. If you are useful, the ancestor will spare your life."

"Do you have to capture it alive?"

"Well, I've got it. It's best to capture it alive, but killing it is also OK. Remember, if you don't win this battle, I will destroy your original body." Yang Yongfu waved his crutch, and Yang Yannian entered the city with the chain. After going a few miles deep, he suddenly disappeared, leaving only the iron chain hanging in the air.

"This is my general. If he fails in a quarter of an hour, I will lead all the generals to attack." Yang Yongfu looked at Mu Xingqiu with a smile, but his smile suddenly disappeared, because Mu Xingqiu's soul had entered the city. What was left at the gate of the city was a body. His body was outside but his soul was inside the city. His magic was much more powerful than Yang Yannian's. Jiang Huoer knew nothing and flew around within the range of the rope. Yang Yongfu waved his cane again, and hundreds of casual cultivators descended from the dark clouds and floated in the air more than a hundred feet high. "Yi Shijun, Mu Daozun, I will never let you underestimate me again."