Exorcism

With all his magic power and no magical weapon, Mu Xingqiu was unable to resist, so he could only fly away with Yang Qingyin and Xin Youtao. However, he kept staring at the direction of the mountain, watching the giant black hand formed by the dark clouds grabbing at the entire mountain. , the strong winds stirred up swept in all directions, and the wind could still be felt after flying for several miles.

Feng Ruhui was fighting with the young demon, and his small figure was almost invisible.

A big black hand fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed. A huge umbrella with brilliant colors rushed out of the half-tilted Si Ming Cauldron and rose to the sky at the same speed.

The bald man climbed onto Mu Xingqiu's shoulder and asked softly: "Is that Fangfang? They look quite similar, but the taste is wrong."

"Stop!" Mu Xingqiu shouted loudly.

Yang Qingyin and Xin Youtao stopped flying and turned around, each still holding one of Mu Xingqiu's arms. Xiao Qingtao stood in front of the three of them, looking at the scene in the distance and exclaimed: "Oh my god... that's... ,Is that the spell issued by Zuo Zuozuo?"

To outsiders, Dark Cloud Black Hand does look like Zuo Liuying's magic. He stops next to Black Hand, as if one of his arms has grown into a giant thing. Not every Taoist priest knows the existence of true illusion, and not everyone has seen or heard of the disaster decades ago.

"No, that was a demonic calamity caused by true illusion." Mu Xingqiu is one of the very few people who understands both true illusion and demonic calamity. He once saw with his own eyes the black hands abducting another true illusion through Zuo Liuying's memory. .

It was in a small town by the river. The sky was covered with dark clouds. Everyone looked up in surprise. A dark arm stretched out from the clouds. The Taoist priests cast a series of spells into the sky. The huge black hand was defeated, but Zuo Liu Ying's true fantasy still couldn't help but rise into the sky and fly towards the thick dark clouds, no matter how she shouted. No matter how powerful Zuo Liuying's spells were, he still couldn't pull her back even an inch.

"What is the evil tribulation?" Xiao Qingtao didn't understand. There were many evil tribulations. She had basically heard of it, but there was no demonic calamity among them.

"The calamity is..." Mu Xingqiu couldn't explain clearly. I can only give an explanation based on my own understanding, "A person who thinks too much about the devil... may lead to the devil's hand... I understand, this is the role of the spell. The spell makes the devil's thoughts become real illusions, and the true illusions lead to The demon clan in the void...Zuo Liuying..."

Mu Xingqiu really understood, and even figured out what Zuo Liuying was going to do next.

The demonic catastrophe decades ago only kidnapped Zhenhuan and caused considerable damage to the ground, but it did not harm anyone. But this time it's different. Zuo Liuying has been concentrating on studying the real illusion and the magic calamity. He will no longer be as helpless as before. He wants to take revenge and do something amazing.

"Send me back." Mu Xingqiu said firmly.

"What are you going back for? Are you going to die?" Yang Qingyin held her hand tightly. Even if Mu Xingqiu still had his magic power, he might not be able to break free.

Mu Xingqiu turned around and took a look. The four of them were the Taoist priests closest to the mountain. The others had already flown away. Only a few Pangshan Taoist priests who had woken up were still parked nearby. Among them were Yang Qingyin's parents, but Yang Baozhen was not there.

In the distance, the black hand collided with the light umbrella. It made deafening thunder and inspired countless huge lightning bolts, which were parallel to the ground and pointed in all directions. The farthest ones were forty or fifty miles long. The speed was so fast that the Taoist priests had no time to fly further, so they could only descend quickly to avoid it. This force is as powerful as breaking the sky.

Everyone’s expressions changed. My scalp feels numb all the time. The Taoist priests displayed their unparalleled magic in front of mortals, and today they finally understood what mortals felt. It was a kind of extremely powerless panic, and even lost the will to resist because of it.

Mu Xingqiu and others also dropped dozens of feet. Lightning passed overhead and the air trembled violently. The Taoist priests swayed left and right in the air and had to cast spells to maintain stability.

The black hands and light umbrellas above the mountain peaks disappeared, but this was only the first blow. The dark clouds in the sky condensed again, and the second, bigger, giant hand pressed down. It was so black that it looked very clear even in the night. It turned into a fist and hit the mountain hard.

Siming Ding also raised a second light umbrella, and the light on the surface flowed more rapidly.

"Zuo Liuying must be stopped. He wants to open the passage to the void, which will release the demons." Mu Xingqiu stared at Yang Qingyin, "Let me go back quickly, I can stop him."

"What are you talking about?" Yang Qingyin was stunned.

"Why did Zuo Liuying release the demons? Let's stay away, it's not safe here." Xin Youtao's face was a little pale, and the hand holding Mu Xingqiu's arm was shaking a little.

"There's no time to explain. Mu Xingqiu still stared at Yang Qingyin, "I need your trust. "

Yang Qingyin said nothing, while Xiao Qingtao and Xin Youtao exchanged uneasy glances.

Several Taoist priests flew over, and Yang Qingyin's mother said: "Evacuate quickly, the next blow will be even stronger, and you won't be able to bear it."

Mu Xingqiu kept an eye on Yang Qingyin. The matter was too complicated and involved many of Zuo Liuying's past events. He couldn't explain it clearly in a few words. He could only place his hope on Yang Qingyin's trust.

Yang Qingyin turned to her mother and said, "Zuo Liuying assigned me a task... You go first, I will follow soon."

The mother looked at her daughter, knowing that she was lying. She looked at Mu Xingqiu again, knowing that his will would not waver, "Okay."

The Taoist priests flew away one after another, and both Pangshan and Luanjingshan were leaderless.

Xin Youtao let go of Mu Xingqiu's arm and found that there seemed to be a hint of condemnation in Xiao Qingtao's eyes, "Yang Qingyin said... okay, let's go too."

The two chased after Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin, less than a hundred steps apart.

The black fist collided with the light umbrella for the second time. The mountain peaks shook, and large pieces of gravel fell to the ground like a rainstorm. Lightning occupied more than half of the sky like a net, squeezing out a strong wind that hit the ground.

The four inhaled Taoist priests fell rapidly and only rose again when they almost reached the ground. Xin Youtao's face turned even paler and he asked loudly: "Do we really want to go together? I don't even know what to do."

"I want to go, you can do whatever you want." Xiao Qingtao replied loudly.

Xin Youtao did not stop. Although he muttered something in his mouth, he still flew firmly beside Xiao Qingtao.

Yang Qingyin took Mu Xingqiu and flew to the foot of the mountain and began to climb up. The mountain was seriously damaged. There is not much vegetation left on the surface, and the rocks inside are still crumbling.

Under such circumstances, there were actually many people flying around the mountain without leaving. These are all casual cultivators of Lian Haishan. Lan Bingju was the first to escape from the peak, but forgot to give orders to the group of people. They still maintained an incomplete formation, trying to lower their altitude as much as possible to avoid the thunder and lightning from high places, but no one dared to leave their post without authorization.

"Wait a minute." Mu Xingqiu said to thousands of panicked monks: "I am Pangshan Taoist priest Mu Xingqiu. I once formed the Fish-Dragon Formation with you. I need your help and can also help you escape. "Danger."

The casual cultivators all recognized Mu Xingqiu, but no one spoke. Forming a formation without the order of the Dharma King has never happened before.

"Are you General Mu who saved Duanliu City?" someone asked loudly.

Guarding Duanliu City is not something he can do alone, but at this time Mu Xingqiu said with certainty: "I am."

The casual cultivators fell into silence again. The Dharma Protector Grand Sima Chen Guan Huofei took a few steps forward and asked, "Do you know how to control the formation?"

The Fish-Dragon Formation must have a controller. This is Lan Bingqu's privilege. Although she is not part of the Fish-Dragon Formation, she can command the giants behind the formation at will.

"Yeah." Mu Xingqiu actually only served as the upper Dantian Niwan Palace of the Fish-Dragon Formation, but this formation was created by Lan Bingqu based on the illusion of mind. After understanding it, he felt that he could completely control the formation. .

Chen Guanhuo thought for a moment. He shouted an order to the casual cultivators: "Form up."

The casual cultivators needed such an order for a long time and immediately took action to reorganize their formation. In the past, many people were injured to protect the Dharma King, but the fish-dragon formation can be formed by any number of people, but the power is only reduced and does not affect the overall situation.

Without the Frost Soul Sword, Mu Xingqiu signaled Yang Qingyin to take him up high into the sky. The lotus throne was Lan Bingqu's magical weapon. It was no longer available. He found the highest position and used the few remaining mana to cast the illusion. . Prepare to control the entire fish-dragon formation.

Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao flew over and nodded to Mu Xingqiu. Stations on both sides.

Mu Xingqiu also nodded, although he preferred that his companions could escape to a safe place. But he was still very happy when he saw the two people arriving. "This mountain is about to collapse. I need you to help me look after it and don't let the gravel hit the casual cultivators."

The two of them hummed at the same time and stayed on the mountainside, summoning various magical weapons in advance to prepare for defense against the rubble.

There was another loud noise, and the entire sky turned red. The defenses arranged by Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao were timed just right, blocking most of the flying gravel.

The power of the soul of Si Ming Cauldron is so powerful that the Taoist priest can only hold on for a moment. Only the Fist of Demonic Tribulation can compete with it. Zuo Liuying's judgment on this point is correct.

The casual cultivators reluctantly formed an formation, but their minds were still in a mess. Although they were afraid of the Dharma King, they also relied on her and did not have much trust in General Mu who came from afar. Mu Xingqiu felt this clearly. Under the protection of Yang Qingyin, Next, he can use all the remaining mana to cast illusions without having to work hard to maintain a floating state.

Mu Xingqiu had only used the Fish-Dragon Formation Mental Technique on the souls in the Frost Soul Sword. The minds of strangers were much more complex. Although they were much smaller in number, they were more difficult to control.

He cast the spell three times in succession and finally eliminated all the distracting thoughts of the casual cultivator.

The formation was successful, Mu Xingqiu became the core, and his thoughts could be transmitted to the entire Fish-Dragon Formation. He could also sense the external situation through different parts.

The giant took shape, rising slowly and approaching the sky.

Yang Qingyin is not part of the formation, www. ansh.c So she found herself standing on top of a giant's head, with her palms extending into her skull. This feeling was very strange, but she couldn't let go, as she had to ensure Mu Xingqiu's stability.

The bald man turned to Yang Qingyin's shoulder, looked at the black fist that was about to collide with the light umbrella again, and sincerely praised: "Brother Xiaoqiu is very powerful, he can do anything, right?"

Yang Qingyin couldn't answer this question. In her opinion, Mu Xingqiu and Zuo Liuying were becoming more and more similar, neither of them liked to explain the situation in advance.

Mu Xingqiu was in the giant's mind, he was the giant, and the giant was him.

The power of thousands of casual cultivators was under his control. He raised his huge arms and stretched out towards the black fist. Although he had barely reached the level of Xingluo, Mu Xingqiu also wanted to join the battle of the strong. go.

Nearly a thousand Taoist priests who had flown into the distance turned and looked back, and saw the giant standing on top of the sky, covering half of the sky.

Everyone will remember this moment forever.

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