Exorcism

The second spell from the young casual cultivator came, the Five Elements Water Spell, a three-foot-long ice spike that reflected the light of the stars and the moon in the sky. It could be seen from a long distance away. Shen Hao honestly still used the Five Elements spell. The earth magic took the move, and the stone smashed the ice spikes, scattered on the ground, and disappeared without a trace after a moment.

The casual cultivator showed the third paper talisman, but before he could use it, Lan Bingke arrived.

Her appearance has not changed at all, her hair is white, her face is wrinkled, her eyes are still sharp, her figure is neither bent nor hunched, and her whole body is emitting a grand white light, which suddenly appears from the sky, as if the bright moon has fallen to the ground, and stops in mid-air for a while before the light shines. gradually weakened.

She put her hand on the young casual cultivator's shoulder and signaled him to stop casting spells. She looked at the small camp near the city with a smile. Her eyes passed over Shen Hao and stopped at Mu Xingqiu. "Isn't this Zuo Liuying's little puppet?" How are you doing with your mind-reading illusion skills? Can you save the Nine Dao Traditions and fulfill my prophecy?"

"There's still a little bit to go, I'm working hard." Mu Xingqiu also smiled, "It rains less in the north. Isn't it boring for His Holiness to come here? Where is your carriage? Didn't you bring it with you?"

"Almost all my slaves ran away. When I got angry, I killed the horses and threw away the carts. Fortunately, among the thousands of Lianhaishan monks, there are always a few dozen who are loyal to me and would rather die than stay by my side. . Who would have thought that there would be troubles with a small number of people, and there would be endless jealousy, so I had no choice but to keep the most handsome one and kill the others."

The young casual cultivator's face turned slightly red, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised slightly, showing a bit of complacency.

"I recently recruited a new group of people..."

Shen Hao was furious and said sternly: "Shameless old witch, don't pollute everyone's ears with your scandal."

Lan Bingju lowered his eyes and glanced at Shen Hao. The smile on his face did not diminish, "He is another stupid Taoist priest who survived the disaster without touching a woman. Stop pretending to be a showman here and give Zuo Liuying to I called it out."

After all, Shen Hao is not as reckless as ordinary people. Just hummed.

Zuo Liuying walked out of the car. In the eyes of the mortals in the camp, this handsome and indifferent Taoist priest seemed to be floating like a fairy. In the eyes of several Taoist priests, his steps were a little heavy and his breathing was not steady and long. For a Taoist priest who pays attention to the spirit, this is an obvious symptom of serious injury.

Mu Xingqiu was particularly surprised that although Zuo Liuying had always been weak, it was not as obvious as today. But he doesn't look like he's pretending.

Lan Bingju's hand moved away from the young casual cultivator's shoulder, and his body suddenly became radiant. He instantly landed in the camp, only a few steps away from Zuo Liuying. Shen Hao, who was guarding the front, didn't even have a chance to take action.

Staring at my nephew for a while,

Lan Bingju showed a satisfied look and pointed at the casual cultivator in mid-air, "His name is Lu Danxie, and he is your new uncle. Please say hello."

Zuo Liuying calmly turned her head and looked up, "Hello, new uncle."

Before he finished speaking, the casual cultivator in mid-air suddenly jumped forward, covering a distance of three or four miles in the blink of an eye. Shen Hao was also hard to guard against, but after landing, he staggered and took several steps in succession. Finally, he barely stopped after his hands touched the ground. The lotus throne under his feet remained in place.

This is obviously Zuo Liuying's little trick.

Lu Danxie stood next to Lan Bingju, his face as red as a ripe apple, and the aura he had when he first arrived was gone.

Although Shen Hao once again missed the opportunity to cast a spell. But he was very happy in his heart. After all, Zuo Liuying was still focused. Even though he was injured, Zuo Liuying was still stronger than Lan Bingke in the Xingluo realm.

Lan Bingju was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face was a little stiff. She found out clearly that Zuo Liuying was seriously injured and his strength was only equivalent to two or three levels of Xingluo. According to her observations just now, the rumors were indeed correct. But Zuo Liuying's move pulled people to the ground, and his strength clearly hadn't weakened much, and he was still stronger than her.

Only Mu Xingqiu knew what was going on. The moment Zuo Liuying cast the spell, the spiritual energy in his body flowed rapidly, and it circulated in his meridians for several days in an instant. Spiritual energy is just a tool for polishing the inner alchemy, and it does not have magical power in itself. But Zuo Liuying not only borrowed it out of thin air, but also used it to cast spells. Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but admire him greatly.

"Seeing that my aunt and uncle Qin Se are in harmony, I feel relieved. Let the past grudges go away." Zuo Liuying said lightly, nodding slightly to the two people opposite.

Loose cultivator Lu Tanxie still held an unused paper talisman in his right hand, which he could neither use nor collect. Hearing Zuo Liuying's words, he felt extremely embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head without saying a word.

Lan Bingju didn't care, walked five steps to the left, five steps to the right, tilted his head and looked at Zuo Liuying, "Who said you are my sister's only son? The old grudges may be forgotten, but how to resolve the new grudges? Taoist priests don't interfere in mortal affairs, but Pang Shan hid my slave and wanted to sneak him to the imperial capital."

Zuo Liuying shook his head and said seriously: "This is absolutely not the case."

"Hey, it's impossible for a Taoist priest to lie, so that's weird." Lan Bingju turned around in a circle, "Why do I smell a strong smell of traitor?"

"Perhaps my new uncle can explain it to you." Zuo Liuying said lightly.

Lu Danxie's face couldn't get any redder. He could only grit his teeth loudly, but he still didn't dare to raise his head, as if there was a mountain pressing on his neck.

Mu Xingqiu was slightly shocked. Chen Guanhuo had never mentioned this matter before, probably because he didn't know about it. If he was called out, it would be really troublesome. Mu Xingqiu immediately used his illusion skills and quickly found Chen Guanhuo's mood among hundreds of people. He was behind the princess's tent, mixed with Pan Sanye and others. His fear exceeded everyone else's and it was very easy to distinguish.

Lan Bingju took off a jade bracelet from his left wrist and suddenly said to Lu Danxie who was not far away: "Did I just leave my lotus throne there?"

Lu Danxie finally raised his head, but his expression became dull. Then he unexpectedly got down on all fours, imitated a dog bark, stuck out his tongue, panted twice, jumped into the air and flew towards the lotus throne that was still there, keeping his body like a dog. .

Even though Shen Hao could cast a spell, he couldn't bear to do it, and his heart was full of disgust for this old woman.

With a dull expression, Lu Danxie returned to the throne. Instead of sending him the lotus throne, he stepped back a distance. Zuo Liuying said, "The new uncle is really obedient."

Lan Bingju laughed, "I want to see if there are any of my slaves here. You won't stop me."

Zuo Liuying took a step back and said that he would not stop it.

Lan Bingju held the jade bracelet in her right hand, stared at the princess's tent, and secretly performed the Yang-Embracing Technique.

Mu Xingqiu, who was standing between Lan Bingke and the tent, took two steps to the side and was silently using his telepathy technique. He had firmly grasped Chen Guanhuo's fear.

"Ungrateful bastard, come over here!" Lan Bingju shouted.

Everyone in front of the princess's tent, including Shen Hao, Fu Lu Master, guards, and the ordinary soldiers huddled by the fence, all followed Lan Bingju's gaze. Bang, something seemed to be moving, and it immediately recovered. It was quiet, no one was walking or crawling inside or outside the tent.

"Chen Guanhuo! I know you are here." Lan Bingju raised his voice, but it still failed to elicit any reaction, not even a "bang".

"The Tao is boundless. No one dares to say that he has completely mastered it. It is always possible to make mistakes." Zuo Liuying spoke again.

Lan Bingju turned his eyes and determined that the troublemaker was Mu Xingqiu, "How high is your illusion?"

"Stable on the fifth floor."

"Wouldn't that mean that he has reached the level of Taoist Priest Yan Yan?"

"It's a pity that my inner elixir is still at the seventh level of inhalation." Mu Xingqiu said truthfully.

"Ha, it's a rare thing that a Taoist priest who breathes can reach the fifth level of the illusion. I'm afraid there weren't disciples like you when the mind science was at its most prosperous." Lan Bingju took a step back, "You stole it from me. After learning the Fish-Dragon Formation, let me teach you some new tricks."

Lan Bingju spoke casually, but her moves were extremely ruthless. Before she finished speaking, a jade bracelet-like halo of light hit Mu Xingqiu's chest. She used the power of the Starfall Realm.

Mu Xingqiu had just used an illusion to make Chen Guanhuo faint. The fear in the casual cultivator's heart had reached its peak. With just one move, he lost all his will. Even so, his body was still moving, and Ouyang Hao used his feet to Stopped.

Mu Xingqiu expected that Lan Bingju would probably make a move, and was already prepared. As soon as the white circle of light on the opposite side took shape, the whip in his sleeve had already jumped out, and the tip of the whip shot out a red lightning, hitting the incoming circle of light.

Mu Xingqiu plans to use all his strength. He wants to take this opportunity to find out whether the seventh level of the illusion is really as powerful as the successor of Nianxin said, and can compete with the Taoist priests. If it is true, he should be able to defeat the Xingluo realm. Orchid curling is the right thing.

But he failed. He had secretly raised the illusion to the seventh level, but when he cast it, it was only the fourth level, not even the fifth level that he could usually cast stably.

The lightning only slightly stopped the progress of the aperture, but did not scatter it. The aperture reached the chest in an instant, w... c It was already too late for Mu Xingqiu to dodge or cast spells.

The aperture almost stuck to his chest, stopping the attack, and it looked like Lan Curling was showing mercy.

"Disciples of Nianxin do not learn the five elements of magic." Zuo Liuying stood there without even moving his fingers, but it was he who prevented Mu Xingqiu from casting the spell with all his strength, and then borrowed the spiritual energy in the disciple's body to cast a spell to stop Lan Bingju's spell. Spells.

The halo of light stayed on Mu Xingqiu's chest for a moment, then shattered and disappeared like mercury leaking to the ground.

Lan Bingju laughed several times, flew up from the ground, and sighed again in the air, "It's only one level higher. Is concentration so much better than Xingluo? I'm not convinced."

Lan Bingju couldn't notice Zuo Liuying's movements, so he could only fly away full of dissatisfaction. After half a mile, he suddenly turned around and said, "You have to give it a try once."

She raised her right arm with a paper talisman between her fingers. She flicked it and the paper talisman turned into ashes. A pure white light appeared over the camp and hit Zuo Liuying's head.

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