Exorcism

Refining magic weapons is an extremely broad field, involving the disciplines of Honglu, Shengong, and Shuyu. Many of these things are unclear to disciples of other disciplines. Xiao Qingtao was very confused. Holding her own Xingyun Ruyi, "Does the larger the magic weapon require more demon seeds?"

The Taoist priest who led the way in Wangshan smiled and shook his head, "Of course not. The magic seeds required for the magic weapon are only related to the thoughts during refining. This shows that this person is strong-willed and easily immune to external influences, so more magic seeds are needed. Perfect control over the magic weapon.

Xiao Qingtao looked at the little red dot passing over Xingyun Ruyi, and said a little disappointedly: "That means our will is not strong enough." "Novel" The novel chapters are updated the fastest

The Taoist who led the way laughed, and Yang Qingyin rushed to answer: "People who are too determined will find it difficult to integrate with the Tao fire and have many difficulties in practicing. People who are on the other hand are easy to accept the Tao fire, but they are easy to go astray. The so-called will is It's a subtle line. It doesn't mean which direction is better. Similarly, the more magic seeds in a magic weapon, the better. It all depends on what suits you best, so the main magic weapon you refine yourself is always the most convenient. "

The Taoist priest nodded repeatedly, "That's what I mean."

Xiao Qingtao and others were relieved and no longer felt that their magical weapons were inferior to others.

Mu Xingqiu handed the bald man to Fangfang. He was already sitting on the ground, holding the big sword in both hands, waiting for the twigs from the roots of the ancient tree to reach over, and he felt a little nervous in his heart.

Although this long and big magical sword was ridiculed, he was actually satisfied with it and liked the heavy feeling. Anyway, he decided to specialize in mental mind spells in the future and would have less and less contact with the five elements of magic. The magic sword The most important function is to allow him to fly with a sword. There is nothing wrong with being bigger.

The twigs wrapped around the sword three times, and with a sudden pull, the sword almost came out of his hand. Mu Xingqiu hurriedly held it tightly with both hands, looked up at the leading Taoist priest in confusion, and silently asked the reason for this situation. .

The Taoist priest also had a look of surprise on his face. "Just hold it tight, don't use too much force. This is the only sprout that guides the magic. You can't be held responsible if it breaks."

"Never mind the demon bud, why did it want to seize Mu Xingqiu's magic sword? Has this happened before?" Yang Qingyin asked.

The Taoist priest who led the way only cared about the twig. He bent down and touched the taut branch lightly. He immediately straightened up and stretched out his arms nervously, "Back off, everyone back off! Fellow Taoist, please hold on." , Anyway, don’t break the buds of the guide, I’ll find someone right away.”

The others retreated ten steps away and led the Taoist priest in a hurry to another tree. They stretched out their hands and pressed the trunk of the tree, whispering something.

"It's similar to our sound transmission incense burner.

Yang Qingyin said, then her eyes turned to Mu Xingqiu, "The magic sword must have absorbed too many demon seeds." "

A long-bearded Taoist priest walked out of the forest. He was obviously a high-ranking Taoist priest. Unaffected by Wangshan's restrictions and able to come here instantly from a far away place, he stood beside the Pangshan disciples and stared at Mu Xingqiu for a while. Said: "Take off the treasure bag."

Mu Xingqiu held the magic sword tightly with both hands, unable to release it. Fangfang walked over and helped him take off the treasure bag from his waist. Then he returned to his original position.

The pulling force of the guide magic sprout gradually weakened, and the tension became less tight.

Mu Xingqiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was the magic scroll that caused trouble again.

The long-bearded Taoist priest thought so too. He took the treasure bag from Fangfang's hand, opened it and took out the scroll. The restriction was even more insignificant to him. He unfolded the scroll and looked at it for a while, "That's it, I want to check it out." After saying that, he turned and walked into the forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye, without giving anyone a chance to object.

Mu Xingqiu was concentrating on dyeing the sword with demons and could not speak. Yang Qingyin looked at the direction where the long-bearded Taoist disappeared in confusion, "Who is he?"

The Taoist priest who led the way replied with reverence: "This is the first Zhouqi of the Forbidden Secret Department of Wangshan. It is the fourth level of concentration and the eighth level of spiritual practice in Wangshan. He doesn't show up often. It's your luck to be able to solve it in person today." ”

Wangshan Taoism has the most high-level Taoist priests. The Zhou family is one of the ancient Taoist families with the same name as the Shen and Yang families. Yang Qingyin, named Zhou Qi, slapped her forehead and said, "I've been fooled. The Zhou family came here to steal the scroll." ”

Yang Qingyin called herself "Mother", and the leading Taoist priest was startled. Hearing her accuse the leader of stealing scrolls, he was startled again, "Don't talk nonsense, the leader of Zhou would rob an inhaled Taoist priest? What's your method?" No matter how good the utensil is, it is only of the third or fourth grade. It is better than the average Taoist priest. It is just an ordinary thing in Wangshan.

Yang Qingyin ignored him and looked at Fangfang, "Wangshan is smarter than Xingshan and Yashan Taoist priests. He didn't reveal anything in advance. He is smarter than Wandishan. He knew that Mu Xingqiu had the scroll, but he didn't let him hand it over first. , it was not until an accident occurred at the Demonic Bell that we could justifiably search it away. Alas, we were so stupid that we didn’t expect this move.”

The leading Taoist priest blushed, "You Pangshan disciples are really ungrateful. Chief Zhou came to help, but you are so suspicious. Isn't it just a scroll? I promise..."

"What do you promise? It is a scroll handed down by the demon clan. It has magic words written on it. It almost attracted a group of prisoners in the Demon-Batting Cave in Xingshan Mountain. The Demon-Suppressing Bell is not under the management of the Forbidden Secret Department, and Zhou Qi will arrive as soon as he calls. What do you think is the reason?”

The Taoist priest who led the way became angry and said, "I promise Wangshan will not take away your scrolls and refuse to return them. I'll be done with it later..." He originally wanted to issue an order to expel the guests, but then remembered that these people couldn't leave for the time being, so he hurriedly changed his mind and said, "I'll go to the forbidden secret." I’ll get the scroll back for you.”

He was just a Taoist priest in the realm of breathing, and he might not even be able to see Zhou Qi, the leader of the forbidden secret department. But after he said this, Yang Qingyin stopped pestering him and just complained in a low voice that his reaction was too slow. He shouldn't have done it just now. Let Zhou Qi take the scroll away.

The friendly atmosphere disappeared all of a sudden, and several people stood awkwardly without looking at each other. When Mu Xingqiu finally stood up after finishing the evil spell, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Others also gathered around, and even the Taoist priest who led the way, who was dissatisfied with Pang Shan, couldn't help but praise, "What a good sword, it must be at least the sixth grade."

After removing the divine mud, the magic sword is still long and wide. The blade is as white as snow, and the spine is as black as thick ink. The faint lines on it are somewhat similar to the sprouts of the magic guide, extending from the sword to the tip. Curly new branches branch off at short intervals. Disappeared at the snow-white sword edge.

"Nine branches on the front, eleven branches on the back, a good sword, a really good sword." The Taoist priest who led the way was full of praise.

"You must give it a good name." Yang Qingyin was a little envious because this magic sword was of a higher grade than hers.

Mu Xingqiu had been thinking for a while, but he was really not good at this kind of thing. He looked at Fangfang, who lightly brushed the sword with her fingers and shook her head, "No. I can't come up with a good name either."

Everyone came up with ideas one by one, but couldn't always reach an agreement. After listening for a while, Taoist Wangshan suddenly noticed something strange. He walked to the ancient tree and bent down to check. He turned around suddenly and let out a startled and angry roar. :

"W-what's going on?"

Pangshan's disciples turned around in surprise and saw the leading Taoist priest holding the soft magic-guiding sprouts in his hands, trembling all over. The branches have lost the ability to grow freely, cannot even stay upright, and are about to die.

Everyone was shocked, especially Mu Xingqiu. "I did not do anything."

"The new shoots of the demon guide turned into this for no reason!" The Taoist priest who led the way was extremely sad and angry, and he was sure that this was the evil consequences caused by Pangshan's disciples.

Yang Qingyin sneered, "This is called self-inflicted suffering. For no reason? You can call Chief Zhou here again and ask him if it is for no reason?"

The Taoist priest who led the way was stunned. He warned everyone to stay where they were and didn't move, then ran towards the ancient tree of sound transmission.

"Is it really the influence of the scroll?" Xiao Qingtao asked timidly. She was most afraid of causing trouble in the Taoist tradition.

"Isn't this clear?" Yang Qingyin spread her arms. "The scroll is a relic of the demon clan. It will cause trouble wherever it is. Meeting the demon-suppressing species is like meeting a relative. Of course you will be excited."

"The scroll didn't cause any trouble in Zhaoshan." Mu Xingqiu reminded that the scroll didn't have any special reaction in front of the Zhaoshan mirror.

"Then it's the one that caused trouble this time." Yang Qingyin raised her voice and pointed at Mu Xingqiu, "Otherwise it's yours, and the demon king you came into contact with is awake again."

Mu Xingqiu laughed it off, saying that Yang Qingyin was just joking.

Three Wangshan high-ranking Taoist priests arrived quickly, but among them was Zhou Qi, the head of the forbidden secret department. Yang Qingyin curled her lips in disdain, saying that her guess was indeed correct.

The Taoist priests glanced at Mu Xingqiu and immediately went to check on the magic guide sprout. They discussed it in a low voice. A Taoist priest stood up and said to Mu Xingqiu: "I want to check your magic sword."

Yang Qingyin snorted disdainfully, and endured it again and again, but couldn't hold it back, "You are still trying this trick, you can just take Mu Xingqiu away. This is your territory anyway, there is no need to remove it one by one. Grab something from him."

The Taoist priest who led the way came over and introduced in a stiff tone, "This is fellow Taoist Qian Xiaoyao of the Wangshan Sutra Chanting Department. These...are disciples of Pangshan. This is fellow Taoist Mu Xingqiu."

Yang Qingyin was intentionally ignored and was about to speak when Mu Xingqiu used his eyes to signal her to stop being aggressive. This is Wangshan, and it concerns the half-dead guider bud. Even if the leader of Pangshan is present, I am afraid the result will be the same, so there is no need. Waste time getting into arguments.

He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and held the blade in his left hand, "Please check."

The bald man suddenly jumped from Fangfang's shoulder to Mu Xingqiu's shoulder. He separated a strand of hair and wrapped it around the hilt of the sword. He stared at Taoist Wangshan fiercely with a serious look on his face.

Qian Xiaoyao is not young at all, he is a thin middle-aged Taoist priest. He was slightly startled at first, then smiled, said thank you, and showed a bronze mirror. Although it was not big, the edges were partially carved. Exquisite, obviously an incredible treasure.

The bald man's eyes lit up, he leaned forward, and the hair wrapped around the hilt of the sword relaxed. Yang Qingyin behind him coughed lightly, and then the bald man reacted, hurriedly returned to normal, snorted twice, looked away, and avoided the mirror. "Magic" dedicated to him.

Qian Xiaoyao slowly illuminated the sword with a bronze mirror, which lasted almost as long as dyeing the demon. Then he put away the bronze mirror, nodded slightly to his companions, and said to Mu Xingqiu: "Your magic sword has absorbed a lot of demon species." ”

"Wandi Shanhong Lu Ke said the same thing." Mu Xingqiu didn't understand how this suddenly happened.

"It's not a big deal to have more demon species." Yang Qingyin added, seeming very knowledgeable.

Qian Xiaoyao nodded repeatedly, "You are all right, but this sword still absorbs too many demon species, ten thousand times the normal level, enough to form a demon king. I can guarantee that in at least 50,000 years, there has never been a demon. The weapon is so attractive to demons."

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