Exorcism

The bald man himself was stunned, and he smacked his lips, as if he had accidentally swallowed strange-tasting food, "It doesn't taste like Zuo Liuying... b." He was often used as a sound-transmitting incense burner by the head of the Forbidden Secret Department, feeling for some connections. , I feel that the words that just blurted out did not come from the outside world.

Feng Ruhui's smile did not change, and he slowly pointed the Si Ming Ding at the bald spot on Mu Xingqiu's head, "The demonic aura, the thick demonic aura, let me see what tricks Du Fangfeng can still play after death?"

"Du Fangfeng exploded, bang, what else can he do? Are you sure... Huh?" The bald man watched in surprise that the newly grown silver hair was growing again. He involuntarily left Mu Xingqiu's head and rose to the top of his head. About a foot tall, his silver hair grew faster and faster, slowly forming another human shape.

Mu Xingqiu, who was standing below, hurriedly avoided, otherwise he would be wrapped in the silver hair. Feng Ruhui also stepped back a few steps to make room for the silver hair. She was not anxious at all, but waited with interest. Shaped with silver hair.

The Frost Soul Sword was left in place.

The young demon followed step by step and floated behind Feng Ruhui, waiting like Mu Xingqiu.

The silver hair grew into a human shape, and it soon stood on the ground. Its whole body was made of thin bright silk, and it appeared like a strong man. He was ten feet tall. Except for a short silver skirt around his waist, his whole body was covered with hair. There was no hair, and the bald spot on the top of his head was like a bun.

"Haha, I have a body!" Bald Man shouted excitedly, and immediately frowned, "Why doesn't your body listen to me? You idiot, lift your legs and let me see."

Lan Bingju, who was on the carriage not far away, smiled and said, "It's interesting. The dummy transformed by magic actually knows how to cover his private parts. This infatuated Du Fangfeng seems to have some skills. I have thousands of casual cultivators, but none of them can." This move."

Feng Ruhui raised his right hand and pointed it at the humanoid silver hair, "Useless casual cultivator. He actually learned spells from the demon clan."

A stream of clear smoke shot out, and the humanoid heart was penetrated.

The human form was hollow, and there was no heart in the chest. The hole was quickly filled with nearby silver threads, and in the blink of an eye it was intact as before. He did not speak, and stretched out his hand to grab Feng Ruhui. The bald man standing at the top shouted: "You disobedient body, I haven't let you do it yet... Let's see if you have the ability to defeat..."

Feng Ruhui waved his hand casually, and another puff of smoke passed by, and the entire arm of the humanoid was chopped off. The arm was reduced to ashes before it even hit the ground. The humanoid figure didn't know the pain, and a new arm quickly grew out of the broken arm, and continued to grasp Feng Ruhui persistently.

Lan Bingju laughed a few times, "I understand, this is not just hair, but also love. Du Fangfeng's love will continue to linger, and it will be entangled even after death.

What a rare good man. "

Only Mu Xingqiu understood the general reason. Du Fangfeng made a deal with Yi Shijun in Qishan. He took the bottle of sword-washing water and blew himself up in public, washing away the dusty marks on the scroll in a very unique way. In return, he learned a new magic. Injecting a trace of emotion into the scroll, this magic trick is only effective on Feng Ruhui, so ordinary Taoist priests cannot find out the details, and Zuo Liuying will not tell the truth even if he sees it clearly.

The bald man chewed half of the scroll. He kept the seven-star spider silk inside his head and retained the magic trick, but half of the scroll was taken away by the half-demon Feiba. This is likely to affect the effectiveness of the hex.

Feng Ruhui immediately cast the next spell, and light smoke spread in front of him, blocking the humanoid palm like a shield. Blocking was obviously more effective than cutting off. The silver-wired arm was blocked, and it was grabbing here and there in vain. It was only a few feet away from the target, but could no longer move forward.

"Du Fangfeng." Feng Ruhui smiled and shook his head. The light smoke in front of him suddenly penetrated into the human body.

With a muffled pop, the silver-haired man exploded, suffering the same fate as Du Fangfeng himself.

Mu Xingqiu was able to save Bald Man, but he knew that his magic power was far inferior to Feng Ruhui, so he directly gave Bald Man an upward force. The silver hair was torn apart, and the bald man flew into the sky, screaming in fright, but the sound was loud, and he was obviously not fatally injured.

The silver hair turned into ashes, swirled in the air, and disappeared.

"Love disappears with the wind, that's probably what Du Fangfeng wanted to express." Lan Bingju said enviously. She was trying to please Feng Ruhui in a roundabout way, but she got no response. Feng Ruhui even refused to turn around and look at her.

The bald man's screams came from far and near, and he fell towards the mountain. He stopped when he was four or five feet above the ground. Some rainwater got on his face. He stretched out his tongue and licked it, and all his fear disappeared. "It's quite fun."

All the silver hair on his head was gone.

Feng Ruhui no longer took Du Fangfeng's sorcery seriously. He looked into the distance and said softly after a moment, "The fighting started again. I saw - the traitors of Dengzhuke. They were attacking Luanjing Mountain and killing themselves." . There are also many Taoist priests from the Five Elements Department in Pangshan, who seem to be watching..."

She turned to Ning Qiwei, with deep trust in her eyes, as if she was sure that she would get a satisfactory explanation.

"Five Elements Taoist Priests? I believe they are fighting for Luanjing Mountain. No one can break the soul-binding technique of Si Ming Ding."

"It's hard to say that in order to save his son, Yang Baozhen didn't temporarily learn the art of binding souls?" Feng Ruhui looked at Luanjing Mountain in the west again, "Where is Zuo Liuying?"

Mu Xingqiu also looked a hundred miles away with his third eye. He could see spells flying in the air. The offensive and defensive sides were about thirty miles apart. The battle was quite fierce, but he could not see the specific caster.

"This will also cause more Taoist priests to die." Ning Qiwei reminded. He knew that the clear smoke would make the Pangshan Five Elements disciples who had a wait-and-see attitude join the fight without hesitation and fight to the death.

"Death is purification, and death is the source of power of the Siming Cauldron." Feng Ruhui's voice was so gentle that it was almost coquettish, "This is just the beginning. When the demons come, the Taoist tradition will need more deaths."

"The wind is like darkness..." Lan Bingju hesitated to speak on the carriage.

Feng Ruhui lowered her head and saw a thin silver thread wrapping around her ankle and crawling upward.

The smile on her face weakened, "The ghost is still here."

Another stream of clear smoke flew out of the Siming Cauldron and rushed towards the silver thread. However, it was concerned about the owner's body and could not attack with all its strength. However, the silver thread crawled faster and kept growing. It didn't take long. Feng Ruhui's ankles were wrapped in silver threads.

Feng Ruhui stamped his foot, and the magic power in his meridians suddenly increased. The pieces of silver threads were shaken into pieces, but this time they did not turn into ashes. After leaving Bald Man and coming into contact with Feng Ruhui, their power seemed to be stronger. All the broken threads flew up one after another, stained Feng Ruhui's clothes, grew at an incredible speed, and connected together again.

It doesn't take a while. Feng Ruhui's whole body was white, except for the three Dantian locations on his head, heart, and abdomen that were not occupied by silver threads.

The gossipy Lan Bingke carefully remained silent, preferring to be a bystander now.

The smile on Feng Ruhui's face disappeared, and her patience had come to an end.

Mu Xingqiu didn't want to wait any longer. He still didn't know Zuo Liuying's specific plan, but he knew that this was a rare opportunity to regain Fangfang's soul.

"Du Fangfeng just wants to impress you." He said.

"I don't need the impression of a casual cultivator." Feng Ruhui's voice became stern for the first time as she was exercising her power. She wanted to destroy all the silver threads stained on her clothes. The silver threads were transformed by Du Fangfeng's magic. Thinking about it made her feel disgusted.

This was an obvious mood swing, and Feng Ruhui's anger jumped up like waves.

Mu Xingqiu whipped out the black whip. Attacking Feng Ruhuimian's door, the young demon cast an illusion, arousing even more fierce anger. The Frost Soul Sword stuck on the ground trembled slightly. Fangfang's soul once again exerted its strength to summon her own soul.

The three moves were launched at the same time, just hoping to catch him by surprise.

Feng Ruhui's right arm broke out of the thread. She grabbed the tip of the whip as fast as lightning. Her anger was indeed stronger, but it was far from the level of losing her ability to judge. The Si Ming Cauldron floating in the air showed no change, but the Frost Soul Sword slowly tilted towards it, obviously unable to do so. Call out the soul within the cauldron.

"It's the same move again. Zuo Liuying asked you to die, didn't he teach you a more powerful spell?" Feng Ruhui was not tall, but she showed great majesty at this time, and her anger made her magic stronger. , the silver threads all over the body gradually melted, and the black whip lost its ability to stretch freely, revealing a burning crimson color.

Mu Xingqiu must make a choice and control the Black Whip and Frost Soul Sword at the same time, spreading his power.

"Give me back my soul." He suddenly let go of the whip handle, walked up to the Frost Soul Sword, held the sword handle tightly with both hands, and used all his strength to activate Fangfang's soul. If he didn't protect himself at all, the young demon would also change his attack. Fa, and Mu Xingqiu held the hilt of the sword together to stir the soul.

The combination of virtual and real thoughts and illusions is useless against Feng Ruhui. Her magic power is too strong, far beyond the strength of the third level of the illusion. Mu Xingqiu's only chance to win is to recall Fangfang's soul as soon as possible. Without the soul, Feng Ruhui Hui is just a Xingluo Taoist priest who possesses the Siming Cauldron. He is still much more powerful than Mu Xingqiu, but he is no longer invincible.

Baldy didn't have the same connection with Mu Xingqiu as the young demon did, but he reacted quickly and knew what he should do. He shouted, and the demon heart on his head shot out a beam of red light, hitting Feng Ruhui's face door directly.

All these were just tricks in Feng Ruhui's eyes, but the other attack was different and needed her to take it seriously.

Ning Qiwei's waiting is over. Although the timing is not perfect, if he misses this time, there may not be another time. Feng Ruhui doesn't believe him at all. He knows this clearly, and he has never really surrendered. .

Feng Ruhui protected the three dantian areas and temporarily let go of the silver threads stained on his clothes. He casually blocked the red light emitted by the bald man with his right hand. He gathered more mana with his left hand to fight against Ning Qiwei's spell.

Ning Qiwei's five-element spell was much more powerful than Shen Jixian's. What came out was not a colorful dragon, but a crystal dragon with a thick wrist, crystal clear.

Feng Ruhui sent out a stream of clear smoke, which collided with the crystal dragon, sparking a large number of colorful sparks.

"Alas, you are still lying to me." Feng Ruhui's voice was disappointed, but her expression was a little satisfied. Without the provocation of illusion, her anger had disappeared.

Ning Qiwei didn't feel that he needed to explain, and said loudly: "Mu Xingqiu, what did you do when you were pressed by the boulder of the Ancestor Peak?"

That was a few years ago, when Mu Xingqiu was still living in the Yingbin Hotel in Jinghu Village. Once while climbing a mountain, he was crushed by a boulder. In order to protect Fangfang and Xiao Qingtao at the foot of the mountain, an.c he inspired unprecedented strength.

The Grandmaster actually knew about this.

This time, he still wants to protect Fangfang.

That's right, just like on the winding stone steps of Laozu Peak, he couldn't take even half a step back, he had to persevere and generate more power.

Lan Bingju said that the mental illusion technique does not require muscle strength, but Mu Xingqiu didn't care. His whole body tensed up, squeezing out every ounce of strength and stimulating every bit of mana.

He wanted to protect Fangfang, even if it was just an invisible and intangible soul.

The Frost Soul Sword that had fallen towards Si Ming Ding was slowly pulled back to its original position, but it was still not enough to recall the soul.

The young demon changed at this moment, the light blue color of its body quickly darkened, and the clicking sound in its mouth fell louder than ever in Mu Xingqiu's ears.

"Hey, what is this sound?" Bald Man asked blankly.

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