Exorcism

Mu Xingqiu guessed correctly. As expected, a large number of Taoist priests had just arrived at Wangshan. Shen Jiyi was a little surprised by this, but said nothing. The Wangshan Taoist who led the way was stunned for a while and began to talk without any concealment. .

"Wangshan is surrounded by ice and snow, and an iceberg will grow from time to time. A group of Northern Demons took advantage of this and secretly built a military camp under an iceberg five hundred miles to the south. But they forgot that this trick had been used 20,000 years ago. After using it, Wangshan monitors the ice within a thousand miles, and found out that they were doing something under the ice a few years ago, haha.”

The Taoist priests at Wangshan remained calm and pretended not to notice that the iceberg was getting taller and longer. Until a few months ago, the iceberg stopped growing and a large number of demons gathered in the military camp. Wangshan knew that the decisive battle was coming, so The masters of the Nine Dao Traditions were summoned to Luanjing Mountain to discuss how to fight the Kraken. At the same time, they also formulated a plan to defend Wangshan and annihilate the Northern Monster in one fell swoop.

The Taoist priest who led the way did not know too much in detail, but he was full of confidence in the victory of the battle. "The biggest problem with demons is that they have no memory. They never record history. They only have myths and delusions passed down by mouth. The mistakes they have made will be made again." Once again.”

The guests were very excited after hearing this. Yang Qingyin touched the magic sword wrapped in the sacred mud in her arms, "Great, it turns out there is a war between the north and the south, so let's try the newly refined magic weapon in Wangshan first."

They were happy too early. Halfway through the forest, Shen Jixian, the head of the Five Elements Department of Pangshan, caught up with him and warned several disciples with a rare seriousness, "You cannot participate in the Battle of Wangshan. Only Taoist priests above the realm of swallowing smoke can If you are qualified to participate, you will only be holding back and just keep refining the magic weapon."

Yang Qingyin was greatly dissatisfied, but could not argue. The high-level Taoist priests had their own rules for fighting. The spells used, the distance between each other, and support did not leave room for the lower-level Taoist priests. Just like the hunting activities of adults, it is impossible to let a few years old children participate.

"Then after we refine the magic weapon, we can go to Luanjing Mountain."

"The Battle of Wangshan is still a secret. Now that you have guessed it, you can only leave Wangshan after the war starts."

"We are very strict and will not leak any secrets."

"No." Shen Jixian made a special trip to warn the Taoist disciples, and immediately left in a hurry after rejecting it bluntly.

Yang Qingyin's good mood suddenly disappeared. Looking at her companions who were also dejected, she suddenly discovered something: "Where did Shen Jiyi and Jin Bailian go?"

"The two of them have been walking for a while," Mu Xingqiu said.

"It must be them who went to inform us, so they summoned Shen Jixian. Humph, they were worried that we might inform him. There is obviously someone else who is too talkative.

"Yang Qingyin continued to walk forward angrily. "They are only at the Fangxia realm, and they are not qualified to participate in the battle. "

No one said anything, everyone understood that this war was of huge scale, and both Taoist and demonic sides had been planning for a long time, and they would never make changes just because of a few inhaled Taoist priests.

"It's all your fault." Yang Qingyin's anger turned to Mu Xingqiu behind her, "Why are you so sure? Now we can't leave. We are not allowed to participate in the Battle of Wangshan, and we may not be able to catch up with the war on Luanjing Mountain. ”

Mu Xingqiu was thinking about other things and did not respond to Yang Qingyin's question. The Taoist priest who led the way interjected: "Don't worry, no matter it is Wangshan or Luanjing Mountain, the decisive battle at the beginning will definitely not let the inspiratory Taoist priests like us participate. We will be of use when the battle is over and the pursuit of death is over." The land of war. No one will miss the war."

Yang Qingyin sighed and scolded herself in a low voice: "If I had worked harder, I might have reached the Shanxia realm, and I wouldn't have to hang out with the Qi Taoist priests."

Fangfang slowed down and walked side by side with Mu Xingqiu. Ask: "Are you worried?"

Mu Xingqiu nodded and whispered: "That Yishi Lord, doesn't he like to study the history of the demon clan? How could he not know the trick of Iceberg 20,000 years ago?"

Fangfang thought for a while. "Feiba said that Mr. Yishi studied the ancient history of the demon clan. There was no orthodoxy at that time. He may not understand the recent situation."

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything more. He had too little information. He only had a few words from the Taoist priest who led the way, which was not enough to make any further inferences.

After more than half of the journey in the forest, Xiao Qingtao suddenly said, "Are these Nebula trees?"

The Taoist who led the way turned around and looked at her in surprise, "You actually recognized it. Yes, there are nebula trees in the whole valley."

Only then did the Pangshan disciples carefully observe the trees on both sides of the road. They were of different heights, with leaves ranging from big to small, with various colors. Some barks were smooth and some were rough. They didn't look like the same kind of tree. "Nebula" doesn't seem to have anything to do with it either.

"What is the Nebula Tree?" Even Yang Qingyin had never heard of it.

Xiao Qingtao stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "I knew that the Nebula Tree was a tree that could move and have eyes. Look, these trees all have eyes."

Strictly speaking, they are just scars in the shape of eyes, but if you look closely, you will find that they really seem to be staring at the passersby.

"Oh, I know. These trees move slowly like nebulae in the sky, so they are called nebula trees. I had heard someone say this before, but I forgot about it for a while." Yang Qingyin suddenly realized.

The Demon-Suppressing Bell is a slender copper bell engraved with colorful ancient patterns. It is placed upside down on a flat ground. It is about five feet high and looks inconspicuous. There is also a larger bronze bell covering it. It is about ten feet in diameter, slightly more than ten feet in diameter, and its shape and texture are exactly the same as the small clock inside, but it is more than ten times larger and it is transparent.

Far away from the Demon-Suppressing Bell, the leading Taoist priest stopped and respectfully performed Taoist rituals to the Demon-Suppressing Bell. Pangshan's disciples followed suit, and even the bald man made a gesture of salute.

"The small one is the demon-suppressing clock itself. It keeps emitting the sound of suppressing demons, forming a larger illusion outside. The big bell is its sound. Look carefully, you will see that the big bell is actually vibrating slightly, suppressing All the demons depend on it.”

Pangshan's disciples were in awe, and the bald man whispered in Mu Xingqiu's ear, "Why can't I hear any sound?"

"The sound of suppressing demons cannot be heard by ordinary ears." Mu Xingqiu said.

The Taoist priest who led the way added: "I don't need to remind you. You must also know that you must not try to listen to the voice of suppressing demons. It will make you lose your soul. Why do demons lose their bodies and can only exist as demons? This is the reason ”

Bald Man was frightened. He shook his head hastily, "If you don't listen, you won't listen even if you beat me to death. I don't know how many souls I have left. I can't bear to lose them again."

The Demon Suppressing Bell is surrounded by five ancient trees, their leaves half dead but still lush, intertwined with each other, forming a larger cover above the Demon Suppressing Bell, leaving only a small gap in the middle.

"Thirty-three thousand nebula trees, one cycle every five hundred years. Change five trees to continue purifying the demon-suppressing bell." The Taoist priest who led the way introduced in awe-inspiring tone, "Not even 1% of the cycle has been completed yet."

"Does the Demon Suppressing Bell also need to be purified?" Xin Youtao asked. Affected by the surrounding atmosphere, he involuntarily lowered his voice.

"It is in contact with demons all the time, so of course it needs to be purified from time to time." said the Taoist priest who led the way.

"Some demon species escape through these nebula trees, right?" Shen Hao suddenly asked.

The Taoist priest who led the way glanced at him and said slightly coldly: "Most of the demon species that escape from the Demon Suppressing Bell will be eliminated in the forest. Only a handful of them can escape from Wangshan. This is something that no one can stop."

Shen Hao didn't say much and looked at each other with Mu Xingqiu. It was that very few demon species that took away all their relatives in their hometown.

"It's time to dye the magic weapon. Who comes first?" The Taoist priest who led the way finished the introduction.

The three male disciples stepped aside and Yang Qingyin pushed out Xiao Qingtao. "The magic weapon you made first, you come first."

Xiao Qingtao was a little excited. Holding her jade Ruyi, she followed the Taoist who led the way to the nearest ancient purification tree. Still dozens of steps away from the Demon Suppressing Bell, the Taoist priest knelt on the roadside and brushed away a thick layer of fallen leaves. Gently pull out a twig from below.

"Sit down, it will wrap around your magical weapon. When the sacred mud falls off, the dyeing of the demon will be completed. There may be a little pulling force, so don't let go."

The Taoist priest stood up and stepped back. Xiao Qingtao nodded nervously and sat cross-legged on the ground, holding Ruyi in both hands.

The twig carries two very small leaves, swaying weakly, as if it will break if it is touched casually. It grows rapidly like a vine, wrapping around Ruyi, and every time it goes around, a tender branch will branch out. The branches penetrated into the layer of purple mud that wrapped the magic weapon, causing thin cracks.

About a quarter of an hour later, there was a crisp sound, and the mud broke into dozens of pieces, hanging on the branches like fruits. The twigs slowly shrank back to their original size, and the fragments of the sacred mud were scattered around.

"The Purple Mo Divine Mud is extremely nourishing to the Nebula Tree. This is even the cost of being a demon." The Taoist priest who led the way said with a smile.

Xiao Qingtao stood up, still holding the magic weapon in both hands, eyes wide open, looking at it with disbelief.

Others came running to watch.

It was a pure white Ruyi that was more than a foot long, without any flaws. What was strange was that every once in a while, a red dot would quickly flow from the end of the handle to the ganoderma-like handle.

"Level three and five." The Taoist priest who led the way was an expert and could make a judgment at a glance, "Give it a name."

"Xingyun, that's its name, Xingyun Ruyi." Xiao Qingtao said immediately.

Yang Qingyin felt itchy, but she still let Fangfang dye the magic weapon for the second time.

A slender dark green magical sword with cloud-like patterns on its body. It was ranked fourth and third level. Fangfang named it "Niyun". This name was ridiculed by Yang Qingyin, but she was eager to dye the magic weapon with magic. , so Fangfang was quickly let go.

Yang Qingyin's dagger flashed with cold light, ans. com looks hard and sharp. Even if it is not used as a magical weapon, it is an amazing weapon. The lines on it are very light. You have to look at the angle to see the snowflake-like pattern. "Level 4, level 4, haha, I'll just say mine." The material is a little worse than yours, but the grade is definitely higher than yours. That's the name, 'Pie Xue', no one is allowed to laugh."

No one laughed, Fangfang and Xiao Qingtao were still admiring their magic weapons, and the three male disciples were already impatient.

They discussed the order, and Xin Youtao was the first. He made the third-grade and seventh-grade lavender Ruyi. He was very happy because purple is the symbol of the Xijie royal family, so he named the magical instrument "Wangsun".

Shen Hao's Ruyi is red on the front and black on the back, with a chilling air. It is of the third and second grades, so it is named "Pojun".

Finally it was Mu Xingqiu's turn. Bald Man was even more anxious than him and kept saying "the bigger the better".

The leading Taoist priest looked at the big sword and said something similar to the Taoist priest of Wandishan Honglu Branch, "This magical sword of yours requires a lot of demonic seeds."

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