Exorcism

The bald man freed up a strand of hair and scratched restlessly on Mu Xingqiu's back. He had been acting abnormally since Shen Geng appeared and seemed eager to try. At this moment, Mu Xingqiu decided to take a risk.

He didn't want to use the Frost Soul Sword easily. He didn't know how many battles he would encounter during this trip to Luanjing Mountain. Sun Yulu said that the power of the soul could be used two or three more times. Mu Xingqiu decided not to use it even once, in case Fangfang's soul was damaged. If it gets damaged, he will regret it.

The combination between Bald Man and the Demon Seed is quite strange. Because he is too weak, the Demon Seed cannot exert its power. It is entangled with his remnant soul, allowing him to live but unable to control his thoughts and actions. However, Whenever there are demonic thoughts around him, he will become excited.

Shen Geng's whole body exuded the aura of demonic thoughts. When he used demonic cultivation spells, the smell became stronger. It was a smell that only a bald man could smell. It was sweeter than all the food he stole from home when he was a child. Just like a camel that has been trekking in the desert for many days, it feels a wisp of moisture in the air, and even if it is on the verge of death, it still takes long strides and rushes towards the water source.

The demonic thoughts in the world attract demons. This attraction has appeared once. When Shen Zhun became a demon, the bald man pounced on him and sucked blood crazily.

The demonic thoughts are also eager to fall into the arms of the demon species, and can even control the owner's will, making him unaware of death.

But Shen Geng is different from his father. He is a magician and claims to still retain all his will.

Mu Xingqiu wanted to take a risk at this point, and he had also prepared mind-reading spells. Once the bald man was in danger, he would immediately activate the power of the soul.

The tip of the whip was hanging in the air, and the bald man slid up the whip quickly, and then fell towards Shen Geng like a ripe fruit.

Although Yang Qingyin was surprised, she did not relax and tried her best to block the enemy's spells, but she knew that the entire defense line would collapse in a short while. The gap between the realms of dining and inhaling cannot be bridged by hard work.

Lan Bingju's eyes lit up in the car, he took half a step forward, stared at the head with interest, and was surprised by the change in the bald man.

Shen Geng seemed ignorant of the threat above his head. He was still dealing with the two inhaling Taoist priests wholeheartedly. It was not until the last moment that the bald man with his mouth wide open was less than two feet away from him. He suddenly woke up and immediately raised his head. The left arm grabs the attacker.

At that moment Mu Xingqiu was almost ready to activate his soul power. He could even feel the restlessness of the soul within the sword, but his next move was to pounce on Yang Qingyin, hugging her and flying dozens of steps away.

Shen Geng's right hand, the Claw of Demonic Cultivation, did not delay at all because of the bald man. The sudden burst of spells hit the place where the two were standing, and a large pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

The shock caused the entire mountain peak to tremble, and a large number of casual cultivators surrounding it flew up one after another. There is light in everyone's hands, which is denser than the stars in the sky.

Lan Bingju had her own unique way of giving orders, and she didn't make any move or say anything, so the casual cultivators withdrew.

Shen Geng's left hand spell failed to smash the head into pieces. It just stopped the bald man from falling. His eyes were even redder. He didn't understand why his magical cultivation spells were enough to smash an inhaling Taoist priest to pieces, but why they were ineffective against a head that didn't even have an inner elixir.

The bald man pounces again. There was no sign of fear. His head was like a sieve, allowing most of Shen Geng's spells to pass through. Only a tiny fraction of them work.

Shen Geng immediately raised his right hand and used 100% of his magic power. A dozen black sharp blades and a flood of magic power rushed towards the falling head at the same time.

The bald man exposed two rows of serious teeth and kept closing them. His mouth made a purring sound like boiling water. His eyes were also turning red, even redder than Shen Geng. The black sharp blade automatically bypassed and passed by the side of the head, but the power of the demonic cultivator still had little effect.

"It's very interesting." Lan Bingju said.

This was the first time Yang Qingyin saw Bald Man like this. She looked at him in surprise for a while and said to Mu Xingqiu, "Okay."

Mu Xingqiu let go in a hurry. He was focused on the confrontation between Bald Zi and Shen Geng, and forgot that he was still holding Yang Qingyin's waist. He walked towards Shen Geng, the black whip in his hand getting longer and longer, spiraling around Shen Geng, almost as high as the enemy, only a few feet away, and slowly tightened it.

Shen Geng was in a dilemma. The head above was a greater threat, but his magic spells were almost ineffective against it. He could fend off the whips around him, but he couldn't free the head. Even though he didn't have much strength, Shen Geng's head was still blocked. With both hands firmly occupied, his mana poured out and was no longer under his control.

Yang Qingyin's pressure suddenly decreased, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said to disturb the other person's mind: "Shen Geng, please repent before you die, don't let your mother be too embarrassed, she has high expectations for you and has put a lot of effort into you. "

Shen Geng became furious. The more ineffective the spell was on the head, the more he tried his best. His blood-red eyes stared at the enemy above, "What is this? Why is my spell ineffective on him? Tell me!"

Neither Mu Xingqiu nor Yang Qingyin would tell the truth. Lan Bingju, who was in the car, said, "It seems that the magic priest is a dead end. Shen Geng, you can't even defeat a tiny bit of demon seed in your head, so what are you talking about?" A battle with the demons? If a large number of demons appear, I’m afraid you will be the first to surrender.”

Shen Geng understood, but did not believe in Lan Bingju's judgment. He shouted "impossible" and finally used a trick. The Yangshen Peak, which was exactly the same as the Zushi Pagoda, appeared on his chest, brewing a pure white light. .

The situation in the battle took a sudden turn.

Mu Xingqiu did two things at once, tightening the long whip with twice the strength. He wanted to take the opportunity to strangle Shen Geng, even if it was just to break Shen Geng's protective power. The black whip quickly retracted, tying the enemy into a rice dumpling.

Yang Qingyin also cast a spell at this time. She wanted to recapture Yangshen Peak. This was Zuo Liuying's fundamental purpose of going to Luanjing Mountain in person. However, Zuo Liuying was currently in Talang City, within the restrictions imposed by the capitals of the princes, and had no way to I learned that Shen Geng was more than a hundred miles outside the city.

Yang Qingyin was one step slower. No matter how hard she tried, even if she had launched her move long ago, she would still be one step slower, because the one competing with her for Yangshen Peak was Lan Bingke, a Taoist priest at the sixth level of Xingluo. Among the three low-level Taoist priests You can do whatever you want in front of you.

Lan Bingju didn't get out of the car. With a move of her left hand, Yangshen Peak was already in her hands. She looked at the small tower and stretched out her right arm to provide Shen Geng with a layer of protection. The moment Lan Bingju intervened. The situation has completely changed. The long whip is still tightly wrapped around Shen Geng, but it can only reach an inch or two away from him. The bald man was launched into the air by an invisible force. When he fell again, he had returned to normal.

The bald man was very disappointed and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, "Where has it gone? Where has it gone? Why is the fragrance gone?"

"Yangshen Peak, I haven't seen it for a long time. I have lived there for three years." Lan Bingju sighed. "I never thought it would fall into the hands of an ordinary Taoist priest. Is Zuo Liuying here just for it?"

"Give it back to me!" The three Taoist priests shouted in unison. Yang Qingyin walked to the car angrily, "Lan Bing Ke, Yangshen Peak is the most precious treasure of Pangshan. You don't want to take it away, do you?"

"Of course not." Lan Bingju said with a smile, his eyes still not leaving the small tower, "The Taoist order does not interfere with the affairs of mortals, and of course mortals cannot provoke the Taoist order. I relied on this agreement to establish the Lian Haishan monks. Why? Will I violate it? I am a mortal now."

"Then I ask you in the name of Pangshan Taoist Priest to hand over Yangshen Peak to me." Yang Qingyin stretched out her hand, only seven or eight feet away from the small tower.

"But" Lan Bingju's eyes finally moved away from the small tower and looked at Yang Qingyin. "The whole world has changed. Luanjing Mountain ordered the casual cultivators to join Luanjing Mountain, which has broken the hundreds of thousands of years of non-interference agreement. And Yangshen Peak... it was indeed Pangshan's treasure in the past. But Pangshan He failed to hold it and was taken away by a magician. I think Shen Geng can no longer be regarded as a disciple of Pang Shan?"

"What exactly do you want to say?" Yang Qingyin already understood what the other party meant. Just outrage and disbelief.

"Yangshen Peak no longer belonged to Pangshan when it was in Shen Geng's hands. Of course, I snatched it from him and had nothing to do with Pangshan." Lan Bingju paused, "If Shen Geng hadn't lost his way, this thing would have been returned to him by now. Jingshan is in chaos, so you should thank me. I can also return it to Pangshan as a favor, but I can't return it to the two inspiratory Taoist priests. If you can't keep it, go to the city and inform Zuo Liuying and ask him to come find him. Me."

Lan Bingju turned to the two Taoist priests who were still fighting. Although Shen Geng received her help, he did not appreciate it and tried hard to break through the protective shield. "As for you two, stay with me."

Lan Bingju withdrew his spell, and Mu Xingqiu was pushed back a few steps by a strong force and had to withdraw his whip. Shen Geng sat on the ground, breathing heavily, staring warily at the bald man who was still hovering above him.

The bald man still couldn't smell the fragrance, but he knew that the delicious food came from this person's body, and he couldn't bear to leave.

Mu Xingqiu approached Yang Qingyin: "Go to Talang City to find Zuo Liuying."

"She is blatantly helping Shen Geng..." Yang Qingyin was still angry.

"We can't beat her, and there's no point in fighting." Mu Xingqiu knew that there was no fairness here in Lan Bingke.

Yang Qingyin snorted heavily, "How will I find you again? Will you follow the rain?"

"Zuo Liuying has her own way."

Yang Qingyin glared at Lan Bingju and raised her sword. She still remembered the general direction of Tidelang City and flew away quickly.

Lan Bingju put away the small tower, "Are you really stubborn, just unwilling to reveal the Frost Soul Sword?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "I told you that I don't understand Dengzhuke spells. Casting spells at will will cause damage to the Frost Soul Sword."

Shen Geng, who was dozens of steps away, suddenly shouted "I understand" and shot three sharp blades at the bald man. These were ordinary five-element spells and had no magic power.

In fact, this is a very simple truth. Demonic cultivation spells will not work on heads containing demon seeds, and only normal spells will take effect. Shen Geng didn't think of it before when he had a demonic thought.

The bald man saw the sharp knife coming towards him, w. ｋ.ｃcm There was no way to escape. Mu Xingqiu was too far away and there was no time to rescue him.

Lan Bingju still just stretched out her hand, and the bald man was already in her hand, and the three sharp blades were thrown away.

Shen Geng also came over, suppressing his anger, "How can I get back Yangshen Peak?"

"Don't worry, come with me to meet the Luanjing Mountain Taoist priests. Maybe they will be willing to stand up for you." Lan Bingju's smile became more proud.

"Like Zuo Liuying, you like to plot strategies. You want to take advantage of the fight between Pangshan and Luanjing Mountain to save the monks." Mu Xingqiu could see that behind Lan Bingju's smile was the same scheming as Zuo Liuying.

Lan Bingju pointed at Mu Xingqiu and Shen Geng each, "Speaking of the same thing, you two are also very similar. Neither of you are following an ordinary path of cultivation. To be honest, I'm a little interested. I want to give it to you. Give me some pointers and let’s see where you can go.”

Mu Xingqiu and Shen Geng were both stunned and looked at each other, with the same hatred in their eyes but also the same confusion.

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