Exorcism

More and more magic weapons could not withstand the entry of excessive souls and broke and fell, like ripe fruits falling to the bottom of the golden pit and becoming fragments. Mu Xingqiu resumed the illusion at the moment when it was interrupted. He couldn't just admit defeat. Even if both sides suffered losses, he had to persevere.

The bald man slowly spun in place. He laughed a few times and suddenly stopped because he saw that not only Sun Yulu fell into sadness, but Brother Xiao Qiu's expression was no longer so cheerful. As he spun, he asked: "Xiao Qiu" Brother Qiu, what's wrong with you? Is it because I said we look different? Or do you think of Fangfang?"

Mu Xingqiu has been able to accept the fact that Fangfang died. It was only now that he discovered that when he dug out Sun Yulu's feelings for Meng Yuanhou, a finely crafted emotional statue was revealed in his heart, which was even greater than he imagined. It should be beautiful and attractive.

Even though he knew that this was the result of mental illusion, he still couldn't help but think of all the regrets in the past.

"Fangfang and I didn't really spend much time together." He said. He didn't have a fixed person to talk to, whether it was bald or Sun Yulu, it didn't matter. He just wanted to say what he was holding in his heart, "It's not that she is thinking. , even when I was practicing boxing, I spent all my time together looking for books. I thought that I would have hundreds or thousands of years to be with her, and I thought that the best time would be after everything was ready. ,But……"

He didn't know what to say. The bald man was confused, just spinning in place, but Sun Yulu on the opposite side spoke, "But it was interrupted by an accident. Isn't practice the process of eliminating accidents? Taoist priests tirelessly abandon love and desire, The purpose is to eliminate all accidents in advance. The one in 10,000 possibility is almost non-existent for mortals, but it is a huge threat to Taoist priests with long lifespans. There is a half chance that mortals are willing to try, but Taoist priests must stay away from it. . The possibility of death will always exist. If you can't change death, you have to change your attitude towards death. We are all Taoist priests. We should be willing to cut off the relationship, but we are reluctant to do it, and we are punished. "

Sun Yulu spoke eloquently, but tears still fell from her eyes.

"I would rather be punished." Mu Xingqiu was fighting against the uncontrollable grief in his heart. He was a spell caster who provoked others' emotions and must not be overwhelmed by his own emotions. "I hope there is hell in the world, at least Fangfang She still exists somewhere. I hope that after death, I will become a ghost and I will always be by her side. Even if they are two worlds, even if we don’t know each other, as long as I know that she is still here, I will always be with her. I am satisfied. Memory is a punishment for Taoists, but this is the only way to remember Fangfang, and I am willing to accept the punishment."

"You are about to become a demon." Sun Yulu showed some pity. "Becoming a demon due to love is the most painful. You will cry bitterly, you will look hateful, you will be angry, and want to kill everyone. With that The whole world goes to meet your beloved, but once your inner elixir and magic thoughts are taken away, you can't even beat a dog. In the eyes of others, you are just a disgusting wretch."

"Is it just me? You are going to be possessed too.

Although Meng Yuanhou is alive, there is no difference between him and you being dead. "Mu Xingqiu became cruel, and his arrogance was still exerting an influence on him. He couldn't bear to be lectured by his opponent, "Everything I just said was a lie. Meng Yuanhou never mentioned your name. I have long forgotten you in my practice. Not only are you falling into love trouble, you are also falling into love trouble through wishful thinking. "

Sun Yulu's body trembled, and more tears flowed out. She has a young appearance, but she is already hundreds of years old. She has never shed so many tears in her life. "It's not wishful thinking. I know he has feelings for me." Emotional things, those are things from the past, you haven’t seen them and you don’t understand them.”

More and more magic weapons are falling, and the soul-binding power released by the other eight Luanjing Mountain Taoist priests is getting stronger and stronger. They have lost their ability to perceive the outside world, and regard the failure of magic weapons as a threat. Their souls are The source of the power of the Dengzhuke Taoist priests. When they are weakened, their only response is to summon more souls.

"I don't need to see you. Meng Yuanhou would rather die than leave Siguo Cave. That means he has no feelings for you. All he thinks about is cultivation, and there is no place for you at all." Mu Xingqiu's heart became colder and colder. He regarded this conversation as a life-and-death battle in which the enemy must be defeated. At this time, harsh words were like sharp swords, one aimed at the heart and the other at the body, but the purpose was the same.

Although Sun Yulu had feelings for Meng Yuanhou, they were not strong enough to form a love disaster. However, driven by the illusion of mind, her love disaster broke out in advance. Her mind is not confused and she understands all the truths, but these truths are no match for the half-destroyed face. Past memories appear one after another. As a Taoist priest of Dinxia, ​​her ability to reproduce details is better than that of Mu Xing. Autumn is much stronger. She watched and analyzed over and over again, looking for evidence that Meng Yuanhou had true feelings for her, but doubts always existed, causing ripples in the lake of mind.

"You are right, Marquis Meng Yuan has not cared about me at all... No, you are wrong. The way he looked at me, I will not admit my mistake..."

Sun Yulu was worried about gain and loss, and her body was shaking more and more violently. It seemed that she wouldn't be able to hold on for long before she would break and fall like the magic weapons around her.

The bald man exerted a little force, stopped spinning, faced Mu Xingqiu, and said seriously: "Brother Xiaoqiu, you are so bad, you make people cry. This is not like you. You never bully girls. Never..."

"Shut up!" Mu Xingqiu's anger surged. He was at the most critical moment of the battle, raising his weapon high and just shy of the final blow. No one could interfere at this time.

The bald man was startled, and his expression suddenly changed. He forgot to exert force and started to spin again. At first, he opened his mouth blankly. After a circle, when he faced Mu Xingqiu, he quickly closed his mouth tightly and his eyes were evasive. If he If you still have your body, you will be at a loss at this time.

Mu Xingqiu regretted it. He knew how important he was to Bald Man, and the harsh words he said hurt him more deeply. He didn't want Bald Man to be afraid of him, so he naturally used the power of illusion to reverse Bald Man's feelings towards him. view.

Bald Man's emotions were simple, and Mu Xingqiu could easily feel them when he was still on the first level of the illusion, so he didn't use any special force, just a light touch.

There was no penetration, and his illusion was actually blocked.

Mu Xingqiu was slightly startled and immediately strengthened his magic power, but it still didn't penetrate. Baldy's protective ability is actually stronger than the average inhalation Taoist priest.

"Stop." When the bald man turned around again, Mu Xingqiu called out.

The bald man stopped obediently.

Mu Xingqiu looked at the bald man's hair. Not far from the bun, where the demon's heart was hidden, there was a faint light. He had been concentrating on casting spells, and he didn't notice it.

"Zuo Liuying, it's Zuo Liuying again, so sneaky, why don't you come out and speak?"

The bald man was even more frightened and closed his lips too tightly. Somewhat whitish.

A total of eleven little golden figures flew out of the bald man's hair and flew towards different people, including Mu Xingqiu.

The golden man didn't dodge and was being hit. Two small hands grasped two horse hairs, as if they were going to compete with the long whip. The long whip swung like a wild dog biting its prey, swaying desperately from left to right.

The bald man's eyes moved quickly following the tip of the whip. I hold back a lot of words but dare not speak.

The Jin people were not eliminated, and Mu Xingqiu became even more angry. He could do two things at once, so he continued to use illusions on Sun Yulu. And through her, she influenced all the Taoist priests in Luanjing Mountain, and controlled the whip with another intention, insisting on putting the Jin people to death.

Sun Yulu spoke again. The tears in her eyes were gone. Under the protection of the golden villain, her resistance to the illusion of mind and heart was gradually increasing, "Mu Xingqiu, turn back. You are about to become a demon. This is no joke. You I became possessed by Fangfang, but after becoming possessed, I can no longer protect her soul, let alone regain her soul from Feng Ruhui."

"Protect yourself. Your emotional calamity has already taken shape. Even if you get rid of the illusion, it will be useless. If you can't survive the emotional calamity, you will become a demon earlier than me." Mu Xingqiu was distracted in casting spells without any delay.

"You are right. I cannot survive the catastrophe. I am not a genius Taoist priest in the first place. I have been wandering in the realm of dining for decades. I think my practice has come to an end. If I become a demon, I will become a demon. Marquis Meng Yuan is a genius. He is stranded in the Dinxia Realm because he has to take a dangerous road. When he gets through the difficulties, he will do something good. You said he is not dead. I believe that maybe one day in a hundred years, a person will pop up in Pangshan Ancestral Land and surprise the world. The Taoist priest is here. If you are not possessed by the devil, please tell him for me then..." Sun Yulu paused for a while, seemingly unable to translate her inner emotions into words, and finally said: "He is worthy of being possessed by me."

The bald man finally couldn't hold it back and whispered: "Brother Xiaoqiu, please don't change too fast. I can't keep up and Fangfang won't recognize it."

Mu Xingqiu's eyes burned with anger. This anger had no clear target. He simply hated everything. His only regret was that he did not have the power to destroy the world.

The long whip was still fighting fiercely with the golden man, and had already gained the upper hand. The few ponytails at the tip of the whip tightly bound the golden man's feet and one hand.

Mu Xingqiu's other power of thoughts was also increasing. With him as the center, the cold and damp air had spread to hundreds of miles away. Countless souls were gathering towards the Frost Soul Sword through his body, and dozens of them were separated from time to time. Squeeze the nearby magic weapons one by one.

Only seven candles were left in the air, and the eight female Taoist priests from Luanjing Mountain were crumbling. They were casting spells and were much more fragile than usual.

Everything happened in this moment, without giving anyone time to think about it.

Although the golden man could weaken the mental illusion, Sun Yulu could no longer resist the internal calamity. It was her own calamity, and no one could help. She decided to give up and prepared to plunge into the memory of Meng Yuanhou. Never look back.

With a bang, the remaining seven candles burst at the same time, www.k. c The eight Luanjing Mountain Taoist priests screamed in unison, all of them showed their true appearance and fell to the ground.

The bald man was spinning rapidly like a top, unable to stop at all, and could only scream.

The Frost Soul Sword itself has the ability to capture souls. After all the instruments in Luanjing Mountain were destroyed, it continued to absorb souls faster and stronger, forming a cold whirlwind with a wider range of influence.

The sword shook so fiercely that Mu Xingqiu tried his best to hold it. The long whip retracted into his sleeve and the little golden man fighting it disappeared.

Sun Yulu's expression began to go crazy, and a low laugh escaped from her throat.

The bald man shouted: "Brother Xiaoqiu, help me! Fangfang, Fangfang, help me, I am a bald man."

Mu Xingqiu stood up suddenly. The Frost Soul Sword in his hand was like a living beast, struggling to get out of human hands.

He felt a different soul, which seemed to be ordering him to stop.

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