Exorcism

The ritual to remove the curse was not complicated. Fangfang took out a piece of candle and asked the bald man to wrap it with a strand of hair. She then softly recited a sutra, placed her palm on Mu Xingqiu's heart, and recited the sutra for a while, feeling calm. Said: "Learn my moves.

Mu Xingqiu's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at each other with the bald man who was hanging in the air as a wax stand. The bald man blinked without any special expression, nor did Fangfang opposite him, so he stretched out his hand and gently pressed on Fangfang's heart. Carefully, as if picking a ripe flower.

Fangfang's chanting sound was close to singing, gradually filling the courtyard of an ordinary inn with a sense of holiness. There was no atmosphere more suitable for removing curses.

Not long after, Fangfang retracted her palm, stared at Mu Xingqiu quietly for a while, and said with a smile: "It's over."

Mu Xingqiu hurriedly retracted his arm and shook it meaninglessly twice, as if he was tired.

The bald man watched the entire ceremony seriously, "Do you think I don't understand anything, yet you don't even carry my back? You are going to become a demon..."

Mu Xingqiu, who had a weak hand, stuffed a strand of hair into the bald man's mouth and told Fangfang to fly with his sword. He couldn't stay any longer, but this scene would always remain in his heart, and he would never tell anyone about it.

He left with a sense of warmth, which happened to be useful. The day after Yinyu Fedong came to challenge, there was a cold rain in Duanliu City.

At dawn, the drizzle was hazy, like an eternal gray fog. Everyone just complained about the rain just after the autumn frost. God was really not considerate of the people and didn't pay special attention to it. After all, this was not a particularly rare strange thing.

During breakfast, the rain became heavier and pattered, and every drop of rain carried a hint of coldness. It beat persistently on the street and roofs, as if an rude guest insisted on bringing a gift that the host disliked. The cold rain achieved its purpose. Duanliu City has long been overcrowded, and many refugees can only live in simple temporary shacks outside the city. There is no way to stop this cold guest, so they have to let him come and go at will.

The chill is getting deeper and deeper, and the hot breakfast has turned into cold food after being delivered from the stove to the table. Eating it not only fails to provide warmth in the stomach, but is like swallowing a piece of ice, making the body cold from the inside out.

Near noon, the cold rain finally stopped, but the fog refused to disperse. The sun in the sky showed its face perfunctorily, and stayed in the distance, willing to watch as a spectator, unwilling to help dispel the cold fog in Duanliu City.

Even at this time, everyone didn't think it was too unusual, they just lamented that the year was bad. First, the demon soldiers invaded the Xijie Kingdom like never before, and then there was this cold and ghostly weather, which made life more and more difficult.

“It’s best to freeze all the demon soldiers to death on the road.

"Some people had good expectations, but they were soon shattered. News came from Dongjie Country that the autumn air was crisp and sunny on the other side of the river, and the cold rain and cold fog only stopped to the west of the Jie River, and they refused to cross even half a step. .

This is a strange thing.

Then a new batch of refugees arrived. They patrolled dozens of miles away for more than half a day, and finally had no way to go before they had the courage to enter Duanliu City. According to them, there was only a drizzle ten miles outside the city. It's not that cold either.

The good-hearted person went to the west of the city to check and found that it was indeed the case. The cold fog only enveloped Duanliu City. Although the boundary is not very clear, it is vaguely the cursed boundary drawn by Yinyu Fedong with demon fire last night.

"The demon fire marks the ground, and this is the boundary. Anyone who crosses this line will be punished by the demon." Fa Dong's seemingly meaningless threat actually came true. After hearing this sentence, the refugees were all upset and regretted entering the city.

"General Mu and Duanliu City have been cursed."

"The demon soldiers will arrive in seven days. Before then, there will be such visions every day."

"Why didn't the immortal take action?"

The immortals have been busy solving this problem.

When the cold rain began to fall in the morning, the Taoist priests who went out for inspection discovered that the rain only fell in Duanliu City, and immediately returned to the city to report. The first thing the Taoist priests thought of was "curse", but they were not panicked like ordinary people, but believed This is just a black magic.

"Curse is indeed a kind of witchcraft." Mu Xingqiu said. He accepted Fangfang's ritual to remove the curse last night, and also listened to some introductions about curses. "Only demons can curse. It belongs to the demon king." A privilege, as long as he designates the cursed person, all the demons in the world must gather together to attack him. Those who disobey will be brutally tortured.

Shen Hao snorted, "The demons are extinct, and their curses are useless."

"The demon clan has not been completely extinct yet." Xiao Qingtao whispered, "There are also demon species. Aren't the blood babies who first issued the curse also descended from the demon clan?"

"So what? The Demon King is finished. The Blood Infant is not even a real demon. Who cares about his curse? This is a magic. As long as you find the source, it can be removed."

Shen Hao's point of view was supported by everyone, so several Taoist priests went to look for it separately. They each had a set of magical weapons, such as bronze mirrors, lamps and candles, etc., but after a whole morning, the cold rain turned into cold mist. The Taoist priests flew all over Duanliu City, but still couldn't find any clues.

Mu Xingqiu was in charge of an area in the east city. He went to the inn first, but Zuo Liuying didn't let anyone come out to explain or help.

Mu Xingqiu was puzzled by this. Once swarms of flying monsters came to kill them, what would be the point of such fortifications? Don't Dong Jieguo understand that there is no so-called defensive battle against the demon army? The only option is to take the initiative to attack, and there is still a chance for a decisive battle in the wild.

The mind-reading spell specializes in the human heart, and Mu Xingqiu has already tasted some benefits. However, the more he comes into contact with the human heart, the more confused he becomes. Just like those casual cultivators, their emotions are indeed somewhat passionate and generosity, but they are not consistent with their inner feelings. Dan is as erratic as a boat, like a small boat in the stormy waves, suddenly soaring into the sky, wishing to rush out of the city to fight the demon clan, and suddenly sinking into the abyss, a simple magic spell can scare it into retreat.

Mu Xingqiu made a special trip to the military camp. On the surface, the casual cultivators were back to normal. They hid in the room with the soldiers and boasted. They had not noticed anything special about the rain, but at least ten people came to recommend themselves to him and claimed that they were simple. The spell can drive away this ghostly weather, but you need this and that, but Duanliu City doesn't have them.

Hong Futian is one of the very few monks who discovered abnormalities. Standing alone on the city wall next to the military camp, looking towards the other side, frowning.

"Qi Wushang is closer to the demons than I thought." He said to Mu Xingqiu, who was beside him. "Since the sneak attack on Pangshan, he has been using demon spells more and more. This is not a good thing."

Among all the weirdos Mu Xingqiu has come into contact with, Hong Futian is the most elusive. He has a firm heart and faces the threat of death without any fear or hesitation. He is even braver than some Taoist priests, and his goal is very clear, which is to unite all forces to fight against the demons. Qi Wushang immediately becomes his enemy as soon as he shows obvious signs of being close to the demons.

But his gaze was too far away, and he ignored what was happening around him. Even in a dangerous city, what he was thinking about was not how to defeat the coming demon army, but the counterattack of the demons within a thousand years.

"It should be Mr. Yishi who taught Qi Wushang. He is the communicator between demons and the main messenger of all actions of the demon clan."

"Mr. Yishi." Hong Futian repeated the name several times, "I have only seen him once, in the country of Shi Shen. He is not tall and wears a bearskin coat. The hem of the coat hangs on the ground, only revealing a Round head. I already believed in the Ancient God Sect. After listening to Mr. Yishi, I suddenly realized that the Ancient God Sect is not only a belief, but also the only organization that can unite the forces of all parties, including those who are extremely powerful. The power of the distant world. One day, I will go to the remote peninsula in the west. It is said that there are many ancient powers hidden there, and they have never been willing to participate in the Dao Demon War. This time I will persuade them to fight against the demons together. "

Hong Futian became more and more excited as he talked, and Mu Xingqiu listened quietly, because he knew that the monk was motivating himself, and he needed an extremely ambitious goal to get him through the current predicament.

The two were silent for a while. Contrary to the cold drizzle, Hong Futian's excitement gradually increased. He convinced himself and restored the great sense of mission, "I want to see Qi Wushang."

Although he could feel the other party's emotions, Mu Xingqiu was still surprised when he heard these words, "He will kill you."

"Someone has to tell Qi Wushang that he is making a big mistake. What the demons want to destroy is not only the orthodoxy and humanity, but also the world. The demons will not be spared by then."

"Qi Wushang will kill you without hesitation."

Hong Futian turned to Mu Xingqiu. His whole body was wet from the rain and he looked very embarrassed. Only his eyes were shining like two immortal flames. "This way he will take what I said more seriously."

Mu Xingqiu could no longer understand this man's emotions, "Then you won't have the chance to go to some remote peninsula."

"Someone will go for me."

Mu Xingqiu carefully remained silent and did not answer this sentence.

Hong Futian waited for a while and said, "I'm going to leave now. If it's convenient, I hope you can take care of my apprentice. Sometimes he is too enthusiastic and needs someone to control him."

It was Hong Futian himself who needed to be controlled, but Mu Xingqiu did not give any further advice. He was a Pangshan Taoist priest and would not interfere in other people's behavior easily. "If Ouyang Hao still stays in Duanliu City, he will get what he deserves in the war." take care of."

This was an obvious perfunctory statement, but Hong Futian smiled happily, "I have a hunch that I will not die, and we will meet again, and then you will be even more amazing than you are now."

Hong Futian summoned a huge magic sword, stepped up to it, and said loudly: "The rain comes from the sky, and the rainmaker should also be up there."

Hong Futian flew away. If he hadn't spoken very logically, ww. ansh.c Mu Xingqiu suspected that there was something wrong with this person's brain. He brought a group of unstable cultivators all the way to support the defense of Duanliu City, and then suddenly abandoned everyone and flew away alone, and flew towards the enemy camp. .

Mu Xingqiu looked up at the sky. Raindrops were falling on his face. He didn't feel cold at all. His third eye was looking upwards, through the rain, fog and dark clouds, until he could not see clearly. He had never flown so high before.

Mu Xingqiu raised his sword, stayed above the city wall for a moment, and then kept flying upwards, getting higher and higher. The rain stopped halfway, but the cold fog was still there, and he continued to rise.

He didn't know how high he had flown, but his eyes suddenly lit up. He had flown above the clouds, and the air had become extremely thin. He had to cast spells to control his breathing, and the magic sword under his feet became shaky.

But he was finally able to see the truth clearly. The unclean air that had gathered into a mass in the northwest stretched out a thin branch and swelled into a rain cloud above the Broken Current City hundreds of miles away.

In order to ensure that the path of the unclean air is accurate, a demon needs to cast a magic spell along the way. Mu Xingqiu also saw it. It was an iron-spine dragon that was supposed to live in the sea.

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