Exorcism

Mu Xingqiu hoped to find a tactful way to test the strength of the casual cultivators, but Hong Futian didn't bring anyone in for a long time. He and Shen Hao walked out of the main hall and found that the casual cultivators were showing off their strength to the curious soldiers throughout the military camp. Spells. ,.,

"Casting spells is not allowed in Qishan. It really suffocates me." Ouyang Hao's voice was the loudest. On the palm of his hand, a fire dragon several feet long was circling up and down, causing many exclamations.

Hong Futian came over and said, "I'm sorry, these people were gathered temporarily and don't obey the rules very much, but they are all willing to help Duanliu City fight against the demon soldiers, and they are sincere."

In Mu Xingqiu's impression, Hong Futian never had a fixed team around him. They always gathered together temporarily. "This is good. I also want to see the magic of casual cultivators."

Hong Futian smiled and said, "Although we also call ourselves 'casual cultivators,' we prefer the title 'monks'."

"Monks and Taoists are all people who practice Taoism. We all come to the same destination through different paths. We are a family."

Hong Futian nodded repeatedly, "This is exactly what I have been saying. Taoist priests, monks, and even the demon clan all have similar cultivation methods, which are completely different from the demon clan, so..."

Hong Futian began to talk endlessly about the ideal of Dao demons uniting to fight against demons. Mu Xingqiu listened perfunctorily, his eyes sweeping around the military camp. Shen Hao's slender eyes narrowed even more, and he had to lower his head to hide it. Contempt in my heart.

The spells of casual cultivators are similar to the Taoist Five Elements spells, but the styles are quite different. Taoist spells only seek to be effective, and are not even willing to waste a little mana to make their spells more gorgeous, even for high-level Taoist priests. What they emit are just simple fireballs and ice spikes, but they have long range, fast speed, and strong lethality. They are professional monster-killing weapons.

More than a hundred casual cultivators in the military camp were competing to see whose spells were more eye-catching. Ouyang Hao's fire dragon can only be regarded as a child's play. A middle-aged monk summoned a golden dragon that was dozens of feet tall and circled around the military camp. Wherever it passed, everyone fell to the ground to avoid it. The people outside the camp saw such a strange thing from a distance. The scenery caused waves of screams.

"Duanliu City can be saved this time, and Xijie Country can be saved!" An old man shouted in a loud voice at the entrance of the military camp. Got a lot of support.

The golden dragon passed by the hair buns of the two Pangshan Taoist priests. They stood motionless and did not hide. The threat of this dragon is no greater than fireworks, and it is completely different from the Yin-Yang dragon summoned by Yang Xi, the head of the Discipline Department on the Ancestor Peak.

The military camp is filled with all kinds of legendary animals, as well as a large amount of ice, fire, light, and electricity. Praise and exclamation are like the source of mana for casual cultivators. The screams get louder nearby. The more gorgeous their spells are.

This show could have gone on for a long time;

As night fell and the autumn cold set in, it was the best time to appreciate the miracle of light and shadow. What stopped the casual cultivators was neither Hong Futian nor Taoist Pangshan, but three real spiritual beasts.

Qilin was resting and was awakened by the noise outside. They know that this is not Laozu Peak, and they are guests. I should remain polite, so I endured it again and again, but finally I couldn't.

Flea rushed out of the room near the main hall and stood next to Mu Xingqiu, with his hooves spread apart and looking around with wide eyes. His black pupils suddenly grew larger and smaller, showing obvious anger.

A monk with white beard and hair came over, followed by a majestic unicorn, taller than Flea's father, with golden scales all over his body - this is the favorite color of casual cultivators, and most of the magic and supernatural beings in the military camp. All animals are this color.

"Hey, everyone, look, the Taoist priest has also transformed into a unicorn. That's how it should be. Everyone needs to show off their abilities. The common people need to get some confidence from us." The white-haired monk walked towards Flea enthusiastically, "The momentum is quite good, it looks like It’s not very realistic, the eyes are like snakes, the nostrils are too big, and the teeth are not neat..."

I heard that it was a unicorn created by a Taoist priest. Many monks came to watch it, and the magic in their hands continued.

"Especially the color is not good." Another monk commented. Above his head, a colorful phoenix was flying. "Why choose iron-green scales? You can't see clearly when it gets dark, or golden, Or silver, how eye-catching.”

The white-haired Taoist priest reached out to touch the flea, but Mu Xingqiu stopped him hastily, "Don't touch it, this is a real unicorn, not a conjured one by magic.

"Haha, I have been studying unicorns for decades..."

The flea was confused, but the other person's outstretched arm made it very dissatisfied. It jumped out suddenly, knocked over the white-haired monk, ran past the body of the golden unicorn, and then jumped over several monks. Above its head, a brilliant phoenix and two weird big birds fly with its horns.

The white-haired monk shouted: "Oh my God, it turned out to be real." The golden unicorns, phoenixes, etc. that had been touched by fleas all returned to their original shapes. They were either pieces of paper or bamboo and wood models, broken into several pieces, and never appeared again. useless.

The monks suddenly realized that the livid unicorn in front of them was a real living creature.

The fleas were running around happily in the military camp, and in a short time they had destroyed all the gorgeous spells in the camp. Many monks were enjoying the heartfelt praises of the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army. They had no time to stop, and as a result, even the props were damaged. There are no tears in my hands. This is not ordinary paper, bamboo, wood, or iron. It is a magic material that they spent many years of hard work to create. Once it is damaged, it can no longer be used.

The flea returned to Mu Xingqiu, and its parents also came out, standing behind and scanning the entire military camp majestically.

The soldiers all recognized these three-headed unicorns, and many of them had fought side by side with them. Although they could not touch them, they had no fear in their hearts. However, the monks were all shocked. Those who were standing nearby slowly backed away. The one in the distance came quietly.

"Is this a real unicorn?"

"Their horns are not golden, and they should come from Pang Mountain, right?"

Qilin would not introduce himself, so he cast doubtful eyes on the two Pangshan Taoist priests. Mu Xingqiu reached out and gently rubbed the flea's neck to calm it down, "They are Qilin, there is no other name for them."

Mu Xingqiu was actually not sure, but he had never heard of Pangshan's three-headed unicorn being called anything else.

The white-haired monk thought the Taoist priest was joking. Now I finally believed that Qilin was real. I was so excited that I fell to my knees with tears in my eyes. "Oh my God! I didn't expect that I could actually see it with my own eyes -" He turned around and glanced at the monks, "You blind guys, this is the oldest iron unicorn. All seventy three kinds of unicorns in the world are derived from iron unicorn. , they used to be the favorite mounts of the demon emperors. I thought they were extinct long ago, but I didn’t expect... I didn’t expect that Pangshan still had three of them.”

The white-haired monk's beard was trembling. Suddenly he kowtowed at the three-headed unicorn several times, making a bang-bang sound, and then raised his head again. There was a big swelling on his forehead, but he was smiling and showed no pain.

The three-headed unicorn raised its head, and the flea moved its hooves on the spot. The white-haired monk was delighted. But the flea just got impatient, rubbed Mu Xingqiu's shoulder twice, turned around and went back to the room, followed by his parents.

"Tie Qilin likes to be quiet, so please keep your voices down." The white-haired monk stood up and looked at Qilin's back with fascination.

Most people, like Mu Xingqiu, had never heard of Tie Qilin, but the white-haired monk spoke so excitedly and sincerely. Everyone accepted it completely and forgave little Qilin for his nonsense. I even think it is an honor.

More than a hundred monks finally entered the main hall. It was so crowded that there was no place for stools. Everyone could only stand. Even so, they had to be humble to each other. It took a long time to arrange the order, and then met Taoist Pangshan one by one. .

Xiao Qingtao and others also came back, and four others were patrolling outside the city. Two were out moving reinforcements, and the remaining five Taoist priests were all in the realm of inhalation. This somewhat disappointed the casual cultivators who came to the rescue.

"I heard that there is a Taoist priest who is stationed in Duanliu City. Can you come out and meet everyone? We won't say much, just to show our respect."

Some people even know that this Taoist Priest is Zuo Liuying, the leader of the Forbidden Secret Division. "It's not convenient for Zuo Zuo to come out. It's okay to send a Xingluo Taoist priest. Let's discuss how to deal with the demon soldiers."

Xiao Qingtao and others came back late and didn't understand what was going on. Shen Hao said nothing with a cold face. Mu Xingqiu found that these monks had many misunderstandings about Duanliu City, so he said loudly: "Everyone, listen to me. ”

The main hall became quiet, and Mu Xingqiu could feel many emotions mixed together, with no one taking the upper hand, which made his telepathy illusion technique useless.

"Thank you all the monks for coming to the aid of Duanliu City. I want to make something clear first. The leader on the left cannot come out to see everyone for some reasons, let alone participate in the battle. There are eleven Pangshan Taoist priests who can participate in the battle."

"Are they all in the realm of inhalation?" asked a monk.

"Both."

Xiao Qingtao understood a little bit what was going on with these people, and said loudly: "Mu Xingqiu was appointed by the Zuo leader to fully represent Pangshan Taoism in Duanliu City. He is also the general of the Xuanfu Army appointed by the Prince of Xijie King. You are here We welcome anyone who comes to help, but everyone must obey General Mu’s command.”

Mu Xingqiu still looks very young, but Taoist priests are good at taking care of their appearance. This is not a problem in the eyes of casual cultivators, but he is in the realm of inhalation, which is really unconvincing.

Everyone was silent, and the white-haired monk said: "The three-headed iron unicorns will always join the battle. They are the descendants of ancient beasts. One of them can be as powerful as a ten-foot-long monster or even a giant monster."

"Qilin will participate in the war, wwwwash.com But you must be wrong. These three-headed unicorns are not as powerful as you said. You will know if you go out and ask around. In the battle a few days ago, they worked together to block the monster clan's shock. Mountain cow.”

Mu Xingqiu had no intention of lying. The white-haired monk turned slightly red and whispered, "How could this happen? Did I admit it wrong? That's what the book said."

The mood of the monks was changing, and hesitation and regret were taking over. Mu Xingqiu did not interfere. He needed sincere reinforcements, not opportunists.

Hong Futian's disciple Ouyang Hao said loudly: "What are you doing? Aren't we here just because Duanliu City needs help? Those who need protection most are the fleeing people. The inspiratory Taoist priests in Pangshan have not retreated, let alone us. You should be timid!”

These words were spoken loudly, but only Hong Futian and a few others nodded. The other monks all looked around and refused to say a word.

There was silence in the main hall. The door was suddenly pushed open, and a Taoist priest from Pangshan rushed in. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the room full of people, and then immediately said to Mu Xingqiu: "The demon army sent an envoy and will be here soon. "

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