Exorcism

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Everyone on the mountain heard this weird sound and followed the sound towards the top of the Frost Soul Sword. , b. The dark blue young demon appeared for the first time. It seemed a little shy and hesitant, appearing and disappearing like a ball of blue light in the wind.

Even Mu Xingqiu has lost his unique ability. Like others, he can only see the flickering young demon, but he can still feel the young demon's illusion. Not only has it not weakened, but it has become stronger. With their joint efforts, Fangfang's soul is stimulating several times the power of the soul than usual, and the Si Ming Ding containing the soul gradually tilts toward it.

The Taoist priests were well-informed, and Du Fangfeng's silver-haired Qingsi did not surprise them, nor did Ning Qiwei's crystal dragon and Feng Ruhui's clear smoke, but the appearance of the blue young demon surprised everyone. People's eyes widened.

Mu Xingqiu remembered that Zuo Liuying had told him that the young demon was still in the primary stage of true illusion and it would mature slowly. However, it seemed to have matured too quickly today. No one could see Zuo Liuying's wife until the end. , heard that the young demon revealed its body and voice at the same time.

Lan Bingju involuntarily took a few steps forward and jumped from the carriage to the ground. She had not stepped on soil and weeds for at least fifty years. These were dirty things that she usually hated, but now she didn't care, "This Is it a real fantasy? Does Zuo Liuying’s imaginary wife look like this? Haha, what is it capable of?”

No one can answer his question. The only person in the world who has done in-depth research on reality and illusion is Zuo Liuying.

"It's really small and quite ugly." The bald man forgot to emit red light and looked at the young devil blankly, "If I say this, it won't be angry, right?"

Ning Qiwei's eyes lit up in the distance. Although he didn't say anything, he increased his mana. Five elements of different colors were constantly flowing in the transparent crystal dragon's body. In the eyes of ordinary Taoist priests, this is just a dragon, but it is actually a collection of spells that are changing all the time.

Feng Ruhui turned around and took a look. She was the only one who didn't show any special expression towards the young demon. She raised her right index finger gently and gracefully, and the Siming Ding floating in the air returned to its original position.

Her interest was still in Ning Qiwei, "I'm curious, were you deceiving me from the beginning, or were you convinced after meeting Zuo Liuying?"

"I never thought of taking refuge in you from the beginning." Ning Qiwei said coldly, as a Taoist priest and master. He doesn't like pretending at all, "I just want to keep the Five Elements Disciple, because I know that you have not survived the love disaster at all. When you came to me, you had already prepared the Si Ming Ding. My word 'no', Not only will I die in your hands or become a puppet, but it will also involve hundreds of Five Elements disciples."

"Same as Grandmaster Lu said." Feng Ruhui was not angry at all.

The small disappointment on her face is like the frustration of a noble lady who got the wrong color while doing embroidery. "But one thing you said is wrong. I have passed the crisis of love. Do you think I kept you alive just to cherish old feelings? No, I just want to watch you cheat on me. I want to know if I will do anything because of it. Feel."

Feng Ruhui smiled. After thinking for a while, the silver threads on her body began to fall off piece by piece and melted when they touched the ground. She shook her head. "No, I don't feel anything. You can try again and see if I will be in pain because of you. For decades. I have been wallowing in the pool of pain, and suddenly I stood up and came ashore, and I still missed that feeling a little bit. "

Ning Qiwei once cared about Feng Ruhui's whereabouts because of a little guilt, but he had truly passed the tribulation and had no more desires in his heart. He didn't even have a relationship because he no longer needed it. "Feng Ruhui, you haven't yet." Do you see the truth clearly? Isn’t your state already over? You are controlled by Si Ming Ding.”

Feng Ruhui still had a smile on her face, but she didn't open her mouth to refute, and she didn't even notice that the Siming Cauldron beside her slowly tilted again, and the dark blue young devil on the Frost Soul Sword became increasingly clear.

"Si Ming Ding is one of the nine great treasures of Taoism. It cannot be completely controlled easily by Taoist priests with insufficient realm." Ning Qiwei already understood this when he saw Feng Ruhui display his strength for the first time. It was for this reason that he was willing to surrender. Carefully concealing the true thoughts in his heart, "The power inspired by the magic weapon is also different in different realms. This is an unchangeable rule."

"I have a divine soul, a unique divine soul in the world." Feng Ruhui said lightly.

"Yes, the divine soul allows you to completely control Si Ming Ding, but in turn, Si Ming Ding also controls you through the divine soul. You are in the Xingluo realm and cannot resist the power of Si Ming Ding. Think about it carefully, you There is no tribulation at all, you have just lost your heart and are becoming part of the magic weapon. Your indifference and ruthlessness are actually not the state of mind of a Taoist priest. "

Feng Ruhui thought for a while and then turned her attention to Lan Bingju. She was a little confused and needed help and guidance from outsiders.

Lan Bingju was staring at the young demon intently. After a while, she noticed Feng Ruhui's gaze, and immediately smiled with joy. Although she didn't listen carefully, she only needed to think about what Ning Qiwei and Feng Ruhui had just said. Conversation content.

"I used to be a Taoist priest of Yin and Yang, and I don't understand the heart of a Taoist priest." Lan Bingju has lived in the mortal world for more than four hundred years and knows when to pretend to be confused. "If you need the fire of prophecy to observe yourself, I can help. ”

Feng Ruhui turned to Ning Qiwei, and the magic power in his left hand strengthened. Swallowed by the clear smoke, the crystal dragon retreated step by step, "If I am controlled by Si Ming Ding, you will have to be controlled with me."

As soon as these words came out, she understood everything and couldn't help but stand on the spot, and the Crystal Dragon was able to stabilize its position again.

Lan Bingju's eyes swept around, and right next to Feng Ruhui, the young demon no longer flickered and appeared clearly in his sight. His two small hands tightly grasped the end of the sword hilt, and the Siming Cauldron a few feet away Leaning halfway, the wind was so dark that I didn't notice it at all.

Whether to continue to pretend to be confused or to wake up the dreamer with a few words, for Lan Binghu, this is a choice that needs to be made immediately.

There is no doubt that Siming Ding has controlled Feng Ruhui. What Lan Bingqu is not sure about is how far Siming Ding must be tilted to attract Feng Ruhui's attention.

"Feng Ruhui, men are not as promising as magic weapons." Lan Bingju decided to help Feng Ruhui. So far, the two of them have the same goal - Zuo Liuying.

Feng Ruhui turned around and saw the tilted Siming Ding. He actually didn't make any movement. An unpredictable smile gradually appeared on his face, as if he was communicating silently with Siming Ding.

Ning Qiwei also knew this. When he was talking to Zuo Liuying in Bilin, he had communicated secretly through magic. Although he didn't know everything about Zuo Liuying's plan, he was the one who knew the most.

As long as the soul is summoned, all problems will be solved.

"Thank you for what you have done. Finally I don't have to feel guilty towards you anymore." Ning Qiwei said coldly, trying to attract Feng Ruhui's attention back, "I thought you were a qualified Taoist priest. At first I am willing to have a mortal relationship with you, but I didn’t expect that you don’t even have the simplest heart of a Taoist priest.”

Feng Ruhui still looked at the slowly tilting Siming Ding infatuatedly, as if it was his lover. The smile on his face was like the bamboo shadow illuminated by the moonlight, "What is the heart of a Taoist priest? The heart is like the surface of a lake, reflecting the seven emotions and six desires. Unmoved. Is that the heart of a Taoist? Why should it be so complicated? It's heartless anyway! You thank me, and I want to thank you, not because of your abandonment. Wandering around the world looking for the soul, because my cultivation can never catch up with you, I can only find another way. I found it, right under your eyes. Don't feel guilty. The soul is in Yelin Town, will you let me go?"

"No." Ning Qiwei told the truth. "I thought all your plans had failed. You are indeed better than me in Yelin Town." After a moment, he asked again: "Why didn't you take away the soul?"

"Why?" Feng Ruhui also asked himself in confusion, "Because I was still a Taoist priest at the time, and I still had a heart. I wanted to wait until Fangfang grew up and bring her back to Luanjing Mountain intact, but when the devil came, Long Bin would Here comes Taoist Pangshan, so I had to do both, and Fangfang was taken away by you."

"You have defeated me." Ning Qiwei's crystal dragon was still struggling to hold on, but it had already retreated five feet in front of him. "You have completely defeated me. Among the nine masters, I am the only one who has bowed my head to you. Even Lu Zhe Chong, she thought she could still order you until her death. Eight of my disciples died in Luanjing Mountain. No matter how I explain it afterwards, this is a stain that cannot be eliminated in my life because of my status and reputation as a master. By ending my mortal relationship prematurely, I have lost both. I will give up my position as a master and become the shortest master in the history of Taoism.”

"Do you think I did all this to take revenge on you?" Feng Ruhui turned his head and looked at Ning Qiwei again, but did not save Si Mingding.

"I thought revenge was why you did all this."

Feng Ruhui sighed, "You never understand my true thoughts. Revenge is such a small thing. I like Taoist priests with a future, because I also want a future, and strength is a future. Your status and reputation are in I am vulnerable to pure power. You are right. Si Ming Ding controls me. In other words, I fall in love with Si Ming Ding, just like I fell in love with you. It is the future of Taoism, and you have nothing. You are just like Du Fangfeng decades ago, a boring person I met on a boring night."

Feng Ruhui's voice became louder and louder, wwa.m All the silver threads on her clothes disappeared. She turned to look at the Siming Ding, wanting to straighten it up and release its powerful power.

Mu Xingqiu was shocked. He still had a little time left, and once Feng Ruhui made a move, he would lose everything.

The bald man had already given up on shooting the red light. At this time, he threw himself in front of the Siming Cauldron, spread out his bun, and used his hair to form a net. He didn't know the meaning of this. He just wanted to win even a little bit for Brother Xiaoqiu. time.

His power is too weak. Even if he has a demon heart on his head and an inner elixir in his mouth, he is still too weak in front of Feng Ruhui.

There must be someone stronger.

The crystal dragon disappeared, and Ning Qiwei used the teleportation technique to block the front of his head, almost face to face with Feng Ruhui, just like a midsummer dusk decades ago, when he was just a Taoist priest who swallowed smoke, so slightly Lower your head and stare at the one you love.

At this moment, neither of them had love in their hearts.

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