Exorcism

The dreams of the residents of Duanliu City began to turn into nightmares: they dreamed of howling strong winds, destroying everything along the way, and taking away all the city walls, houses, and trees; they dreamed that the weather was cold and the water vapor in the air condensed into fog, making the cold winter night even more difficult. In the darkness, there seemed to be soft arms stretching out quietly from unknown places, trying to take people away without warning.

In such a dark night, a little fluorescent light flickered, bringing some warmth and light. Thanks to them, although the residents of Duanliu City were terrified in their dreams, no one woke up.

Talisman masters from various armies on the east bank of the river were dispatched in large numbers. Nearly a thousand people worked together to set up at least fifty layers of restrictions on the river. Finally, the surging cold wave was blocked. The soldiers were all neatly dressed and ready. The horses, as soon as the restriction in front fails, will immediately flee further away.

The chariot pulled by Qu Xungui's sixteen horses was parked outside the tent. He himself was paying close attention to everything that happened in Duanliu City inside the tent, trying to find out where Pang Shan and Luan Jingshan Taoist priests were. What a trick.

In Duanliu City, only a few Pangshan disciples were still awake. Xin Youtao went to the city guard's mansion to take a look, and found that the golden villain protected the princess and others well, and then returned to the inn. In the courtyard, young Taoist priests gathered around Shen Jixian, the leader of the Five Elements Division, waiting for him to make a decision.

Shen Jixian had been standing in the courtyard for a while. A copper bell hung in the air about a foot above his head, making random sounds. He held a small oil lamp in his hand. The flame stood upright strangely in the cold wind. One foot long, like a stretched dagger.

"Too many." Shen Jixian murmured, seemingly unaware that there was an extra Taoist priest around.

Xin Youtao didn't dare to say anything and stood obediently beside Shen Hao.

"Is Luanjing Mountain going to arrest all the souls outside the city?" Only Yang Qingyin dared to ask.

"If this continues, I'm afraid there won't even be enough souls left on the battlefield." Shen Jixian himself found it unbelievable. "At least a hundred thousand souls have been left behind in several battles... How is this possible? In addition to Si Ming Ding, there are also such powerful A soul-binding weapon?"

Xiao Qingtao suddenly spoke after Shen Jixian, in order not to make his friends feel too weird. She specifically emphasized that these were not her own words, "Leader Zuo said that the Siming Cauldron is the most precious treasure of Taoism and can hold infinite souls. Luanjing Mountain has ten to thirty ninth-grade or above magical weapons, which can hold one hundred thousand souls. "

"Is there anything that Mr. Zuo doesn't know about?" Shen Jixian asked coldly, and Xiao Qingtao slightly stuck out her tongue.

The flame of the small oil lamp stretched even longer, as thin as a gossamer. Finally, it could not bear the pull of external force and broke into several pieces. It paused in the air for a moment and then was all swept away by the cold wind, like pieces of will-o'-the-wisps floating outside the city.

Shen Jixian turned up his sleeves.

The oil lamp and the copper bell disappeared, and he didn't want to wait any longer. Zuo Liuying had an idea, and so did he, "I'm going to check the situation of the Jiuxuan Yin Formation. You guys stay here. Remember, there are only a few of you in Duanliu City at this moment. There are no other conscious living creatures. Once something strange is discovered, If you want something, take action first and then ask who it is, do you understand?”

"Understood." Several Taoist priests said in unison.

Shen Jixian had no royal weapon, so he directly rose into the sky and flew quickly towards the big pit outside the city.

Looking at the back of the leader, Yang Qingyin felt deeply uneasy. "I shouldn't let Baldy go in. Luanjing Mountain must be causing trouble again. They have to bring all Pangshan Taoist priests back to Luanjing Mountain."

"Not necessarily." Shen Hao was calmer, "Although this soul-binding array is powerful, it is only effective on souls and mortals, and it has no great impact on Taoist priests. At least it has not had much impact so far."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold wave became stronger, like a whirlwind that was secretly accelerating. It contained indescribable power, although only a little was revealed. But it was enough to frighten the Taoist priests.

All the Taoist priests in the courtyard showed their magic weapons. They could no longer survive the cold wave and had to resist.

"There are no good people in Luanjing Mountain. Why are they allowed to arrest their souls?" Yang Qingyin raised her hand to drive away the golden man hanging by her ear. The anger she had suppressed since the decisive battle slowly rose, but she could not find the enemy. It can only shoot a few fireballs into the air.

Driven by the cold wave, the fireball could not move forward in a straight line, but drew an arc and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Yang Qingyin became even more angry and sent out another fireball. This time the flight path was close to a straight line, but the fireball itself flickered on and off and disappeared before it flew very far.

Yang Qingyin gritted her teeth and was about to attack again when a voice behind her said: "It's useless to do this. This is a soul power that is about to get out of control. It must be solved from the source."

It was actually Lan Qizhang. He walked out of the room with a haggard face, but his eyes were much firmer. He stared at Yang Qingyin, "Don't blame Luan Jingshan. The person who controls the cold wave is Mu Xingqiu."

Several people were stunned, forgetting to cast spells for a moment, and the magic weapon floating in the air was almost taken away by the slow-flowing whirlwind.

"Is this what Zuo Liuying said?" Yang Qingyin was aggressive. She didn't want to hide her contempt for Lan Qizhang.

Lan Qizhang nodded, "Mu Xingqiu is about to become possessed, you have to help him."

Several people were stunned again. Although Mu Xingqiu stayed at the place where Fang Fang broke the pill and refused to land after seven days, his behavior was a little stubborn, but he had more smiles on his face than usual, and his speech and behavior were normal. , showing no signs of being possessed.

Lan Qizhang glanced at everyone, "Let Mu Xingqiu know that there is a more powerful force, maybe he can stop himself from the cliff and wake up before he becomes possessed."

"Souzuo Shen has gone." Xiao Qingtao said, a Taoist priest at the seventh level of Xingluo should be able to suppress the power of the soul.

Lan Qizhang was silent for a while, "That's not enough. You must concentrate your efforts on driving the Ancestral Tower to completely defeat this cold wave."

Yang Qingyin took a step forward, "We are just a group of inhaling Taoist priests. How can we drive the Patriarch Tower? Why doesn't he do it himself?"

"The leader is protecting all living beings in the city, and there is no way he can do anything about it." Lan Qizhang replied calmly.

Xiao Qingtao added in a low voice: "And the leader is injured."

Yang Qingyin snorted. She didn't believe anything now, but she had no other way. The cold wave that filled the city was getting thicker and thicker, and the huge whirlwind was slowly accelerating. Something had to be done to stop it all.

No one said a word, which meant that everyone agreed.

From another room, the flea comes out. There was a trace of confusion in Huang Chengcheng's eyes, but he still walked to the middle of the courtyard and stopped. Its parents stayed in the room and watched it.

Zuo Liuying also came out, and nothing changed. He was neither angry because people around him left one by one, nor was he sick after being injured. His perfect face was as calm as a weak-headed boy. Even people who spent time with him would find it difficult to believe that there was a heart of hundreds of people in his body. year heart.

He looked at the flea, and after a while, a small tower appeared above Qilin's head, the original body of the Pangshan Patriarch Pagoda.

"Use your spells to attack Qilin, the more violent the better. Your power can drive the Ancestral Tower through the purification of the spirit beasts." Lan Qizhang himself did not cast a spell, and his state of mind had not yet stabilized. Don't dare to use magic easily.

Shen Hao was the first to make a move, and the other Taoist priests followed suit. At first they only sent out gentle magic power, but when they found that it would not cause any harm, they all increased their magic power.

The flea's horns glow softly. Covering the whole body, all the spells hitting the light shield were quickly absorbed. After reaching a certain intensity, a strong light rose from the middle of the two horns and rushed directly to the Patriarch Tower three feet above his head.

The Patriarch Tower was also gathering strength, and after a moment, a group of golden men of different sizes flew out from it. The big ones are no different from ordinary people, and the small ones are only about one foot, but they are bigger than the golden man who protects all living things in the city.

Yang Qingyin was the first to recognize the identities of these golden people. While casting the spell, she said in surprise: "These are all successors of Nianxinke."

A total of twenty-nine Nianxinke successors who had left their names in the ancestral tower floated in the air and formed a circle. A golden whip suddenly appeared in the hand of the tallest golden man. It lengthened at lightning speed, cut through the night sky, and headed straight for the Jiuxuan Yin Formation outside the city.

The huge cold wave whirlwind stopped at this moment, like a stuck windmill.

The whole sky made the sound of tearing cloth, mixed with countless eerie roars. But nothing appeared. The Taoist priests were still fearless, but the Fulu masters on the other side of the Jiehe River were frightened. They were all frightened and could only hold on. Dozens of restrictions above the Jiehe River were being broken one after another. Qu Xungui in the military tent ordered dozens of high-level talisman masters to sacrifice talismans and switch from defense to offense.

Mu Xingqiu stood in the center of the storm, holding the Frost Soul Sword that flashed red and white in one hand, and wielding a black snake-like whip with the other hand. The whip had grown to more than a hundred feet, and it was still growing.

Eight Luanjing Mountain Taoist priests have fallen to the bottom of the pit and are unconscious. Only Sun Yulu is still in the air, with her arms spread out, her Taoist robes rustling in the strong wind. She closes her eyes and smiles on her face. Oblivious to the turmoil happening around her, she was ready to be possessed, without force or pain.

The long black whip surrounded her, circle after circle, like a huge cocoon.

The bald man had stopped spinning and hid behind Mu Xingqiu. He also closed his eyes and turned pale. He had never been so scared. Even if he was swallowed by the snake demon, he was not so afraid.

Shen Ji arrived first, broke through the dark soul-binding text, stood at a higher place, and immediately understood the situation in front of him, "Mu Xingqiu, stop!"

Mu Xingqiu didn't stop or even respond. He looked resolute and was using all his strength to cast the spell.

Without hesitation, Shen Jixian unleashed five long dragons of different colors, twisted them into one, and rushed towards the Frost Soul Sword. He could see that this sword was the greatest source of power for the Taoist priest.

The dragon's body wrapped around the sword and was stopped by the ever-changing light. The dragon and the sword were about one foot apart. Shen Jixian slowly increased his magic power, and the dragon's body slowly tightened, getting closer and closer to the sword body.

Soon, the golden whip issued by the largest golden man arrived, and he immediately joined the battle group and wrapped around the Frost Soul Sword.

Almost at the same moment, magic spells from the other side of the river also arrived. Groups of paper talismans, at least three hundred in number, flew over the pit, turned into swords, guns, swords and axes, and threw them at everyone indiscriminately.

Five-color dragons, golden whips, and hundreds of flying talismans, Mu Xingqiu stood in the middle, as if he had never seen it before. He felt more powerful than ever. He was in an inexplicable state. He didn't care about the new source of power. , he didn't even care about the various spells that suddenly came at him. He only cared about one thing - where was the soul that ordered him to stop.

He was concentrating on his search.

The cold wave whirlwind outside was forced to stop, but the storm in the Jiuxuan Yin Formation became more violent. Mu Xingqiu wanted to make it more violent.

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