Exorcism

The soul is burning. ( )

The young demon disappeared and turned into white flames, wrapping the soul in the void.

Feng Ruhui let go of her hand and did not dare to touch it again, but the connection between the two still existed, and she could still control the Siming Cauldron, so she laughed heartily, turned around in a circle, and glanced around the mountain. The Taoist priest didn't care whether they were under control or not. Finally, her eyes fell on Zuo Liuying high in the sky.

"You finally showed up."

"You are finally willing to show up." Lan Bingju said the same words as Feng Ruhui, but her voice was very low. No one else heard except herself. She took a step back and hid in the shadow of the carriage, with joy on her face. This time she wanted to see what tricks her nephew, who was full of tricks, could use.

The rain has stopped, but the dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, rolling like waves, covering most of the night sky. Zuo Liuying stands under the gray-black sky, overlooking the wind on the mountain peak.

"You still have time."

"That's right, it's still not too late."

Feng Ruhui smiled, and turned her right hand into a claw towards the burning soul. The Siming Cauldron next to her slowly stood up, and a faint smoke came out of it. She wanted to send the soul back to the cauldron.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly felt a surge of strength, stood up, still holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and once again mobilized Fangfang's soul. However, without the help of the young demon, he could not summon the soul at all. Siming Ding was still slowly stand upright.

Feng Ruhui looked at the inspiratory Taoist priest who was still insisting, "You still have time to let go. You are an aspiring Taoist priest. After the merger, you have a place in the Taoism, and it is an important position. Do you want Fangfang's If your soul merges with your soul, then let go and leave everything to me."

Mu Xingqiu spoke with difficulty, "You...will...destroy everything."

Feng Ruhui shook his head gently and gave Mu Xingqiu his last smile tonight, "Without destruction, how can we have the power to destroy demons? What a pity. There are some things that a young Taoist priest like you will never understand."

She put away her smile and said loudly to the thousands of Taoist priests surrounding the mountain: "I give you freedom, and everyone is no longer under the control of Si Ming Ding. You also have time to make a choice. Among the nine great treasures of Taoism, only Si Ming Ding's The power is endless. The more the demons kill after returning to the world, the more powerful the Siming Cauldron will be. It is the cauldron of demon destruction! Choose, Taoist priests, to fight side by side with the Siming Cauldron or become the soul of the Siming Cauldron. source?"

Feng Ruhui cast a spell with his other hand, and two small inner elixirs rose from the ground, "Lu Zhechong and Ning Qiwei have sacrificed their lives for Siming Ding.

This is what happens when you are stubborn. Now, you will see with your own eyes the great power of the Siming Cauldron. Pang Shanzuo Liuying, born in the womb with Taoist roots, a prodigy who has not been seen in thousands of years, has five levels of concentration, and is even higher than the two masters. He will tell you that Siming Ding is invincible! "

Taoist priests don't panic easily, but this time is different from any previous crisis. They are not facing monsters. It was not an enemy from outside the Taoist tradition, but a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who wielded supreme power. Most people showed panic. Their eyes moved around looking for instructions, but there was no one to help them at this time.

The clear smoke rising from the Siming Cauldron suddenly turned into a beam of white light, stretching toward the sky in a fan shape. The light was flowing extremely fast, as if there were countless souls running and shouting.

"Zuo Liuying, show your ancestor's tower." Before Feng Ruhui finished speaking, white light had already rushed in front of Zuo Liuying.

"The Patriarch's Pagoda is in Duanliu City." Zuo Liuying was not in a hurry at all. He seemed to be waiting for the opportunity. His right leg was straight, his left leg was bent, and the instep was resting on his right knee. He pointed to the sky with Dao Fire Jue in one hand and Jiang Gong in the other. Protect your heart.

A large swath of white light engulfed Zuo Liuying and went straight to the higher dark clouds, but did not kill him. The figure of the head of the Forbidden Secret Division loomed uncertainly in the light, like a weak tree in the raging flood. It was in danger, but it was Didn't fall down.

Lan Bingju walked out of the shadow of the carriage and said loudly to the sky: "Zuo Liuying, you won't be able to hold on like this for long. This is not your style. I know that you, insidious little bastard, must be hiding something else." Use the trick quickly."

Zuo Liuying's voice came from the white light, "Don't worry, I think I can hold on for a while longer."

Lan Bingju's eyes swept around, and finally looked at the still burning soul, "Feng Ruhui, you know that I always stand on the side of the strong, but this soul... is a bit abnormal."

Of course Feng Ruhui understands that the divine soul should not reveal flames. It is invisible. What burns is the inner power, not the mortal fire that everyone can see. Especially, she should not refuse her control. This is her divine soul. Return to it. All hers, for her use.

Her right hand slowly approached the soul, trying to extinguish the white flames wrapped around it.

Mu Xingqiu's heart moved. He raised his head again and saw a familiar scene. It was... Suddenly all the confusion was explained. He thought he understood Zuo Liuying's real plan. Pang Shan was no match for Feng Ruhui at all. Even if Zuo Liuying was not injured, and even if the Yangshen Peak was not taken away and the Ancestral Tower was still intact, Pang Shan would have no hope of winning as long as he did not obey the Rimang Taoist priest.

Zuo Liuying can only rely on other powers, powers that only he understands.

Feng Ruhui's palm was close to the soul and she was testing its heat. She glanced at Mu Xingqiu and said, "You have to find a way to create another true illusion."

"It's not necessary, it's not dead yet." Mu Xingqiu said firmly, his eyes getting brighter and brighter as he stared at the fire.

The flame seemed unable to withstand this force, and suddenly rose four to five feet long, like a snake with its tail pinched, swaying violently in the air.

Feng Ruhui increased his strength by another ten percent, and with a pop, the flame was cut off, leaving only a section that turned somersault in the air and disappeared completely.

"True illusions are useless waste." Feng Ruhui held her soul tightly and found it again. She felt unprecedented joy, "Zuo Liuying..."

"True fantasy is not dead." Mu Xingqiu insisted, because he and the young demon have the same mind, and because he is not dead yet, the young demon will never disappear like this.

He was the first to see the vision in the sky, which was created for him.

He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what he saw, and suddenly understood that this was the inevitable result, because the young demon had the same mind as him...

Feng Ruhui saw the illusion for the second time. Because she found that the soul in her hand had become unfamiliar and resisted her drive, making the connection between her and Si Ming Ding less strong.

She also opened her eyes wide, feeling that she had been fooled, "Impossible." The joy in her heart disappeared instantly, and was replaced by an extremely strong anger.

Lan Bingju saw the illusion for the third time. She had always felt that something was wrong. Zuo Liuying was not the kind of person to sit back and wait for death. He appeared at the worst possible time but did not use any unexpected tricks. This is impossible.

So she stared at Feng Ruhui's palm holding the soul, and then she saw it too. She smiled and snorted, walked into the depths of the carriage, threw the head out, and immediately cast a spell, and the four horses pulled the carriage into the air. Run smoothly down the mountain.

The Taoist priests around the mountain also saw it, and those with higher realms saw it more clearly. But even the inhaling Taoist priest saw a vague figure.

The illusion came true, and where the flame disappeared, a human figure appeared. It was clearly a woman, wearing Taoist attire, stretching her limbs, like a butterfly that had just emerged from its cocoon.

The bald man turned over a dozen somersaults in the air before stopping. Facing the illusion that came true, a smile immediately appeared on his face, "Fangfang. It's great that you are alive again, but why do you have to become transparent?"

The woman in Taoist clothing stood several feet high in the air, as transparent as a cloud, and the Taoist uniform could barely show the blue color. Her appearance was exactly the same as Fangfang's, but her expression was very different. Her face was full of arrogance and Excited and curious, without any shyness or composure.

"Click click click..." She said a series of words to Mu Xingqiu that no one could understand, proving that she was transformed by a young demon.

"Demon!" Feng Ruhui shouted, and the Siming Cauldron withdrew the white light that shot up into the sky, turning into a large net of smoke, covering the transparent woman.

The humanoid demon bent down and blinked at Mu Xingqiu. The cunning look in his eyes was something Fangfang would never have seen. Her hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and Mu Xingqiu involuntarily let go and took half a step back. , I don’t know how to react, this is not Fangfang, he is very sure, although the appearance is almost the same, this human form is definitely not Fangfang.

The young demon grabbed the Frost Soul Sword with both hands. Her transparent body made her even more fragile, and she seemed unable to hold even a blade of grass. But she raised the big sword with ease, and with a swipe upwards, she cut off the attack. Down the smoke net.

The bald man raised his nose and sniffed twice. He seemed to smell a bad smell. He frowned and jumped behind Mu Xingqiu close to the ground.

Feng Ruhui was furious. If this was Zuo Liuying's trick, she wouldn't be afraid.

She jumped up, her figure quickly became smaller in the air, and she jumped into the Siming Cauldron, taking the soul in her hand with her.

Mu Xingqiu wanted to seize the soul again, but then he realized that the Frost Soul Sword was no longer in his hand, and it no longer accepted the spells he cast.

Feng Ruhui emerged from the cauldron, his figure returned to normal, with mixed light flowing all over his body. His sleeves became shorter and shorter at will, and he fought with the sword-wielding young demon in the air.

She knew that simple spells had no effect on this transparent thing, and she wanted to use the most real power to get rid of this illusion.

Mu Xingqiu did not hesitate, whipped out the black whip and joined the battle. Although his strength was meager, he could not let the young demon fight the powerful enemy alone.

Three figures descended from the sky and stood in front of him. They were Yang Qingyin, Xiao Qingtao and Xin Youtao.

"Come with us!" Yang Qingyin said.

"I want to stay, wansh.c This is my mission..."

"It's our job to take you away."

Without saying a word, Yang Qingyin grabbed one of Mu Xingqiu's arms, and Xin Youtao grabbed the other, and they carried him to the outside of the mountain, leaving Xiao Qingtao behind.

Feng Ruhuizheng was locked in an inextricable fight with the sword-wielding young demon. He didn't care at all about the several inhaling Taoist priests, let alone the changes above his head.

Mu Xingqiu was unable to resist. He looked up at the sky and saw that Zuo Liuying had already stepped aside. The black clouds had condensed into a thick arm like a tornado, pressing mercilessly towards the mountain peak.

The Taoist priests who were watching fled in all directions.

Mu Xingqiu's premonition came true. Zuo Liuying's real plan was to defeat Feng Ruhui and Si Mingding with a demonic calamity. The young demon finally transformed into a human form, but attracted the black hand from outside the sky.

Zuo Liuying is indeed the Taoist priest who understands true illusion best.

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