Exorcism

Fifteen corpses were lying on the roadside, all of them riddled with holes and stained with blood. Before the weapon could be pulled out, the only survivor was also seriously injured. At the last moment, he sacrificed a paper talisman and reluctantly He survived, but his chest was soaked in a pool of blood.

A casual cultivator gave him simple treatment, and the bleeding had stopped, but he still looked frightened, "I won't die, right? He won't come back, right? I am the general of the Treading Country, and I will give you a heavy reward." …”

The man was in his early thirties, slightly chubby, and had a mustache on his lips. He did not look like a general, but more like a pampered businessman. However, since he could sacrifice talismans to save his life, he was obviously from a noble family.

Yang Qingyin flew around and returned to the ground. "There is no trace of him. He must have gone far away. It's really strange. Didn't Zuo Liuying say he was going to Luanjing Mountain? He hasn't arrived yet after ten days?"

Shen Geng showed off his powerful magic when escaping from Duanliu City. Ten days was enough for him to fly to Luanjing Mountain, eight thousand miles away, but he was still stranded in the Lianhai Mountain area, which was indeed a bit unexpected.

Mu Xingqiu stood beside the injured, squatted down and asked, "How long ago were you attacked?"

The injured man stared at Mu Xingqiu and the other head on his shoulder, his eyes flickering, "You, you and him... you..."

"We are not in the same group. I am chasing him." Mu Xingqiu had returned to Taoist attire and was exactly the same as Shen Geng, which aroused the suspicion of the injured.

"Shortly in the afternoon, he descended from the sky and asked us for directions..."

"The way to where?"

"Chaotic Jing Mountain."

Mu Xingqiu raised his head and looked at Yang Qingyin. Zuo Liuying was indeed right.

"Then what?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"A soldier asked a few more questions, Taoist priest... He suddenly changed his face and started killing. I have never seen such a arrogant person." The injured man's expression suddenly changed and his whole body was trembling. Although the killing only lasted a very short time. Time has always had an impact on him. "It shouldn't be like this, even if we are sworn enemies, we shouldn't be like this."

Mu Xingqiu stood up and felt very confused. He knew that Shen Geng was a crazy Taoist priest, but killing a group of weak mortals indiscriminately was not in line with Shen Geng's arrogant character. He couldn't help but ask: "The magic Taoist's devouring killings can reach such a level." The situation?"

Yang Qingyin snorted. She didn't know much about the magician, "Maybe some of these soldiers' words offended him."

The injured person cannot move.

But he could still shake his head and said, "No, no, we thought he was a monk at first and were very polite to him. We just asked his name and whether he was a subordinate of the Mage King."

The Protector Grand Sima next to him spoke, "This officer is right. The Treading Country is different from the Northern Kingdoms. Here, monks are highly respected. Even the king himself must be courteous when meeting monks."

In places such as Xijie Kingdom, the status of casual cultivators is much more miserable, and they are often hunted down by Long Binhui and the army. Mu Xingqiu somewhat understood why Lan Bingju could command so many monks. Her place was obviously a place of refuge.

Feiba also followed, hiding behind Mu Xingqiu, biting his lip and thinking for a while before he plucked up the courage. Qiqi Aiai said: "I think... I think that Taoist priest killed people because of fear."

"What are you afraid of?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Fei Yue shuddered, and was startled at first, "I, I don't know. But look at his killing methods. These people didn't offend him very much, but for him to... do such a cruel thing, either he hates it deeply, or he So scared."

Yang Qingyin nodded, "What you said makes sense. With Shen Geng's magic power, he can easily kill these mortals, but he has to use a knife to kill chickens, leaving them bloody. But what is he afraid of? "

The wounded man on the ground didn't understand what he heard. He only cared about one thing now, "I am the general of the Treading Kingdom. This place is not far from Treading City. Send me back and the king will reward you heavily."

The Protector Grand Sima walked to the injured person, lowered his head and asked, "What's your name? I know almost all the generals of the Treading Country, but I've never seen you."

"My surname is Gu..."

"Well, this is a royal surname. It's strange. Then I should know you even more. Why do you look strange to me?"

Seeing that the bearded cultivator was very familiar with Talang Country, the injured man hesitated, "Are you all the Dharma King's subordinates?"

"I am Chen Guanhuo, the Dharma Protector of the Lianhai Mountain Monks. If you know my name, don't lie to me. I can save you, but I can also kill you. In Talang Country, we are the government.

"You have to tell me your full name and identity. I only have one surname. I can't inform you." Fu is a royal surname. The identity of the injured person is obviously not simple, but Chen Guanhuo is unmoved.

"My name is Fu Hao, I am the governor of Huangyin City. I came here specifically to see the Mage King of Life and Death."

Chen Guanhuo held his arms and looked at the businessman-like mustache, "Fu Hao, the governor of Huangyin City, I have heard of it, why don't you bring Huang Fujun with you? Why do you only have so many people?"

"I am really Fu Hao. I have evidence in my arms." Fu Hao's hands were weak and he could only use his eyes to signal.

Chen Guanhuo was still hesitating when a scream suddenly came from the distance, and then someone shouted: "Southwest! Southwest!"

Several casual cultivators immediately flew to the southwest. Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin also raised their swords and flew faster. One used his third eye to look into the distance, and the other took out an oil lamp to be on guard.

At this time, the night was beginning to fall, and there was still a ray of light. There were still undulating mountains in the southwest. Flying to a high place, you could already see the outline of Treading City. A dozen casual cultivators were fighting an enemy on a small peak. A few miles away, the falling spell burned several trees.

The traces of the man's magic were faint, and only the two Pangshan Taoists and a few casual cultivators could see a bunch of thin lights.

"It's a Taoist." Mu Xingqiu speeded up. Although Zuo Liuying reminded them that Shen Geng was already in the Canxia realm and had a strong murderous intention, the breathing Taoist could not be his opponent, but Mu Xingqiu could use the power of soul again, which would not cause a destructive effect on the Frost Soul Sword.

But that person was not Shen Geng.

A female Taoist from Luanjing Mountain stood at a slightly lower place on the peak, fighting with the casual cultivators lightly, holding a bronze mirror, occasionally emitting light, and the magic of the casual cultivators automatically fell a few feet away from her, and could not touch her at all.

"Everyone stop, I recognize this Taoist." Mu Xingqiu said loudly, and the casual cultivators recognized him as the guest of the King of Law. Hesitant to stop, but still stood in staggered positions, ready for battle.

"It turned out to be Pangshan Mu Daoyou and Yang Daoyou." The man also recognized their identities.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang from Luanjing Mountain, what a coincidence that we meet here again." Mu Xingqiu stopped and separated from Yang Qingyin, standing a hundred steps apart in a horn-like position, and the two remained vigilant.

Zhang Suqin from the Mingjing Department of Luanjing Mountain once went to Duanliu City to deliver a letter from Grandmaster Ning Qiwei of Pangshan. The meeting was quite unpleasant. Zuo Liuying flatly refused to obey Grandmaster Ning's order and did not even come out in person to meet the messenger.

"Talang Country is the place where I, Luanjing Mountain, select disciples. Why did the two Pangshan Taoists come here? I remember that you were very reluctant to come at the beginning." Zhang Suqin stood on the ground, her hands hanging down and hidden in her sleeves, and no one could see clearly whether she was holding a magic weapon in her hands.

"We are here to see our relatives." Yang Qingyin said hurriedly, "What are you doing here? Taoist priests do not interfere in the affairs of mortals. Why are you fighting with casual practitioners?"

Zhang Suqin is a Taoist priest of the first level of Xingluo. She disdains to argue with Mu and Yang. She shouted to more than a dozen casual practitioners: "I am the messenger of Luanjing Mountain. I am not here to fight. I have something to say to the Dharma King. Please inform him."

Lan Binghu's voice sounded, but he did not show up. "Zhang Suqin. Three hundred years ago, I told you that we should not interfere with each other. Girls with Taoist roots belong to Luanjing Mountain, and boys belong to other Taoist sects. Even the casual practitioners of Haishan belong to me. What are you saying now?"

Zhang Suqin looked around, but did not see Lan Binghu. She was unhappy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. "There have been too many changes in three hundred years. King Lan, our agreement must also change a little."

"Changes? Tell me about it."

Zhang Suqin glanced at Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin. "The demon tribe has invaded, Pangshan has died, and the world is in chaos. Many previous agreements are no longer appropriate. The Grand Master of Luanjing Mountain has issued an order. From now on, all the troops and independent cultivators in Talang must obey the orders of Luanjing Mountain. Within three days, please ask the King of Law to lead the independent cultivators to the Chaos Cliff south of Talang City to be sealed."

Dozens of independent cultivators flew over. They were all furious when they heard this. They all showed magic in their hands, waiting for the order to attack the Taoist priest of Luanjing Mountain.

Lan Binghu was not angry. He was silent for a moment and laughed several times. "Okay, another three-day appointment. I will definitely go to Chaos Cliff to see what title the Grandmaster of Luanjing Mountain can give me." "I'm afraid the title will not be given by the Grandmaster, but by Feng Ruhui." Mu Xingqiu provoked a little. Zhang Suqin rose into the air and said loudly: "Luanjing Mountain is the only hope for mankind to stop the demons and monsters. At Chaos Cliff, you will see the true power of Luanjing Mountain. King Lan Fa, if you really want to join Luanjing Mountain, hand over these two Pangshan Taoists to me now." "That's what I meant, but I made a bet with them. The bet period has not ended yet. Three days later, I will take them to Chaos Cliff." Lan Binghu still did not show up. Zhang Suqin knew that she was no match for Lan Binghu, and that the other party had already shown the intention to surrender. Regardless of whether it was true or not, her mission had been completed, so she went with the flow and said, "Okay, see you at Chaos Cliff."

"No need to see you off."

After flying a distance, Zhang Suqin suddenly added, .a.com quickly disappeared into the night.

Under the guidance of the casual cultivator, Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin came to another mountain peak. There was no main road on the mountain, but the carriage stopped on the grass on the top of the mountain. The carriages were spread out, and Lan Binghu sat on a wide chair. Not far from the carriage stood Fu Hao and Fei Ba, like a pair of frightened brothers in distress. The former was still stained with blood, but he was fine.

"I thought the Life and Death Mage King was so powerful, hum." Yang Qingyin expressed her contempt bluntly.

"I'm not a fool. The Daoist tradition is split, and Pangshan wants to go to war with Luanjingshan. Why should I get involved? Zuo Liuying, don't even think about getting any help from me." Lan Binghu pointed at Fu Hao, "Say what you just said again."

"The 10,000 Yellow Fu Army of Huangyin City and the 7,000 Purple Fu Army and Xuan Fu Army of Tallang Country will all follow the decision of the Dharma King. We will go to whichever side you choose."

Lan Binghu raised his head and thought for a while, "My decision is never to choose Pangshan."

Mu Xingqiu knew that Zuo Liuying had thrown him an impossible task of persuasion.

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