Exorcism

Mu Xingqiu stood among a group of Taoist priests who were paying attention. He felt as if he had inadvertently broken into someone else's dream. He was completely redundant. No one cared about him and he couldn't understand everything that happened in the dream.

Twenty-three Taoist priests were talking in a fugue way. Mu Xingqiu could only act as a bystander, but he couldn't even see their faces clearly. Yang Yannian, the master of Pangshan, also seemed blurred. Only Zuo Liuying was still clearly visible. But that handsome face was expressionless, and the occasional blink of his eyes showed that he was really a living person.

This was a strange scene. Mu Xingqiu knew that the dispute between the Taoist priests must be very fierce, but all he saw, heard, and felt was the misty Taoist priests, the quiet fragrance of flowers, and the gentle autumn wind. He thought, he would never He was left here for no reason, so he activated his magic power to strengthen the protection of the three fields.

At first, Mu Xingqiu found no signs of spell intrusion. When he used the Vuxu Illusion Technique to detect outside, he discovered that a large number of spells were stopped just a short distance away.

The power of the Taoist priests' spells is reflected in many aspects. One of them is that the spells are cast more covertly. As long as they are willing, they can make the spells leave no trace and will not be noticed until they are applied to the target's body. Mu Xingqiu can detect it with illusions. The spell that stopped next to him was already considered remarkable.

But these spells were still a blur to Mu Xingqiu. He couldn't count how many spells there were. He could only guess that the twenty-three divine Taoist priests had probably done it, but why didn't they trigger it? Mu Xingqiu tightly controlled his illusion and did not dare to come into contact with any spell. He kept increasing his magic power until the illusion reached the seventh level, which was his limit.

Any kind of spell will cause some vibrations in the air. Mortals can't notice it. They can only see colors and hear sounds. However, Taoist priests can judge the trajectory and power of the spell in advance through these vibrations. The degree of sensitivity is different from their own. Mu Xingqiu could only detect a very slight vibration one foot away even if he used the fifth-level inner elixir of Xingluo in the Niwan Palace.

The Wuxu Illusion Technique, which is used to detect emotional changes, can also greatly enhance the ability to sense spells. After reaching the seventh level, Mu Xingqiu was finally able to roughly distinguish the blurry vibrations. There were twenty-two spells in total, and there was only one. The Taoist priest did not cast any spell on him.

Mu Xingqiu's illusions could not be hidden from the Taoist priests, but no one cared. The reason why the twenty-two spells were not cast had nothing to do with Mu Xingqiu. It was because the Taoist priests who cast the spells were afraid of each other and discussed with each other. They had not yet decided who should be the third one. one.

With the strength of the Taoist priest, the first spell that rushed into the target's body was not only able to investigate Mu Xingqiu clearly, but also took away something along the way, which was unacceptable to others.

Mu Xingqiu tried his best but could only detect the rudiments of these spells. He knew that he could not block any of them. The gap between Xingluo and Zhongzhi was a chasm. The former Mu Xingqiu could not understand this sentence at all. Now he only sees the appearance of the chasm, but he still cannot cross it.

Although he knew it was pointless, Mu Xingqiu still refused to give up the resistance and continued to maintain the illusion at the seventh level, using the deer's newborn antlers against the twenty-two sets of fangs.

If it hadn't been for the addition of the twenty-third spell, Mu Xingqiu would have definitely lost in this confrontation with great disparity in strength. This last spell came out of the blue, and did not abide by the compromise and stalemate that had been reached with other spells. It jumped out of the crowd and directly ran into Mu Xingqiu's illusion.

If an outsider were to watch, they would only feel that the flower hall was too quiet at this time, without any changes. However, at the spell level, it was already in chaos. The other twenty-two spells were unable to prevent them, and they lost the opportunity, but their reactions were all over the place. Extremely fast, they immediately moved forward together, preparing to defeat the unruly spell.

Mu Xingqiu's resistance only lasted for a while, and he was about to summon the Frost Soul Sword when a voice suddenly sounded in his head, "Trust me."

Who to believe? This was not a real voice, so it naturally had no personal characteristics such as tone, accent, etc. Mu Xingqiu had no way of identifying the identity of the speaker. He was slightly stunned, but he still guessed who the person was, so he accepted the other party's request - hand over Gained control over the illusion of mind.

It is still his inner elixir that generates mana, and it is still his mana that maintains the illusion of mind and heart, but Mu Xingqiu gave up further control of the illusion, and its range, direction, target, etc. were all controlled by another person.

Besides Zuo Liuying, who else has this ability? Although they were all Taoist priests, he was the only one who had spent a month observing Mu Xingqiu's illusion skills every day and knew them so well, it was as if he had learned them all himself.

It is still the seventh level of illusion, left to Zuo Liuying to operate, but the power is very different. Mu Xingqiu has been working hard to improve his cultivation level. He has learned very few spells, which is equivalent to having a magic weapon in vain, but he can only go straight and forward. Know how to move around.

Wuxu Illusion Technique merged with Zuo Liuying's spell. He turned around and rushed into the twenty-two spells. He rushed back and forth without really confronting any of the spells. He always retreated at the first touch, and his direction was as erratic as a It was a dizzy fly, but a group of Taoist priests who paid attention to the spirit just couldn't catch it.

The pattern of twenty-two spells going hand in hand was instantly broken. At first, they all wanted to catch up with the illusion, but soon they became suspicious of each other. Although they did not compete openly, there were secret fights, and there were more and more unintentional obstructions and pushes.

This was a weird fighting style that Mu Xingqiu had never experienced before and was not qualified to experience. He was like a puppet controlled by a master, making movements that were indistinguishable from those of a living person. This fight greatly broadened Mu Xingqiu's horizons. The originally vague spells gradually became clear. He was even able to distinguish which spells belonged to the same group and which spells were more intensely fought.

The first thing he recognized was the spell of Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian. The spell itself had no characteristics, but among the many spells, it was the only one that was alone. It fell into a disadvantage in the melee and had to retreat slightly.

There were two other spells that were particularly interested in attacking Mu Xingqiu himself. They made several advances but were blocked by other spells. Mu Xingqiu guessed that these two spells belonged to Yashan Taoist priests. Because of the death of Xi Jianchi and Zhao Zhijin, Yashan was particularly interested in his "secrets".

The melee didn't last long. Mu Xingqiu was lucky enough to see the Taoist priests fighting. Although no one used their full strength, it was enough to make him ashamed. The changes in these spells were too many and too fast. In comparison, Xingluo Taoist priests are like soldiers charging with weapons, while low-level Taoist priests are street gangsters who can only wield sticks.

Zuo Liuying single-handedly created this melee, stopped when he saw fit, and did not give other Taoist priests a chance to unite against him. He jumped out of the battle group with Mu Xingqiu's illusion and came to a brand new field.

Suddenly, Mu Xingqiu noticed that everything around him had changed. He felt as if he had been slapped in the face. Venus appeared in the sky before his eyes, but if he looked carefully, he found that these stars had specific meanings.

Mu Xingqiu finally saw what kind of conversation the so-called "spiritual wandering" is. He once spoke in front of the Taoist priests who paid attention to the spirit, but he only stood outside the door and let them watch. He himself did not enter the room at that time and had no intuition about the wandering mind. impression.

The spoken language is of little use in the realm of fugues, accounting for only 20 to 30% of the total. Most of the words are vivid scenes and rigid words, scattered everywhere in an orderly manner, for everyone to look at at will.

Each Zhushen Taoist priest can release a large number of sights and words at the same time. In this way, the information they express is dozens of times more than a simple sound. Only the Zhushen Taoist priest can accept so many things at the same time. What Mu Xingqiu saw was only a small part of it. When he wanted to see each one clearly, more information came flooding in.

The Taoist priests were shocked and dissatisfied with Mu Xingqiu's intrusion, and immediately protested to Zuo Liuying.

"Take him out!"

"This is a realm of wandering spirits. No one except a Taoist priest with a spiritual focus is allowed to enter."

"Zuo Liuying, you have gone too far."

In order to express these words, the Taoist priests made not only sounds, but also a large number of written records and scenes. They were a vast sea of ​​Taoist agreements and regulations that Mu Xingqiu would never see in the ordinary version of "Qiankun Ding".

The only voice Zuo Liuying made was, "You want to know if there are more secrets hidden in this Taoist priest. I brought him here and you can check it out at will. This is fairer than breaking into his mind directly."

"Note that Taoist priests have the right to do this!" A Taoist priest gave a lot of evidence.

"Mu Xingqiu is not at a high level, and he has withdrawn from the Taoist tradition, so he is not qualified..."

The scenes, words and sounds quickly faded, and the realm of fugue quickly became empty. Zuo Liuying released the illusion, and Mu Xingqiu returned to the real world.

The appearance of the twenty-three Taoist priests became clear. They were tall, short, fat, thin, old and young, handsome and ugly. The only thing they had in common was that most of them had angry looks.

"Zuo Liuying, have you really decided?" Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian asked coldly.

"I think what I expressed is very clear." Zuo Liuying said calmly.

"You are the leader of the Forbidden Secret Department, and I will not allow you to be a protector for someone who is neither a Taoist priest nor a disciple of Pangshan." The dispute was over, and Yang Yannian gave the final decision directly.

"Mu Xingqiu is about to transform into a demon. If you act as his protector, if you reveal many secrets of the Taoism..." Another Taoist priest who paid attention to the spirit said loudly, "No, absolutely not."

"These problems are easy to solve." Zuo Liuying remained calm, "If I withdraw from Pangshan, I will no longer be bound by the commandments; if I voluntarily remove the relevant memories, the secrets will not be revealed."

Mu Xingqiu was still just a bystander, but he could feel the storm caused by Zuo Liuying.