Exorcism

Zhou Qianhui shook his head, his expression changing from solemn to a little depressed. This was a very rare expression for a Xingluo Taoist like him, who was the leader.

"The demons are really coming back. For more than 100,000 years, the magic of the demons has been rare, but now it is casually attached to an ordinary straw hat. Alas, what is the orthodoxy doing? Why did the founder seal Wangshan? Yashan has pinned all his hopes on the Sword Washing Pond, but what am I doing? I can’t even bring back a head.”

"The Patriarch's Tower failed to block Pang Shan from the Mountain of Demonic Fire and Qi Wushang, and the Sword Washing Pool failed to defeat the Amber Taoist Priest and the Demonic Blood Formation a while ago. I don't quite understand why various Taoist families value the treasure so much. important?"

"Because you don't understand the true power of the Taoist treasures." A glimmer of light flashed in Zhou Qianhui's eyes, "The nine treasures of the Taoist lineage are all artifacts collected by the first three ancestors from all over the world. Only they can last. Continuously receiving the blessings of high-level Taoist priests, a straw hat like yours will be destroyed in a few days or months, but the sword-washing pool and the ancestor tower will last forever. They may be damaged, but no matter how serious it is, they can be repaired. Do you understand how powerful it is?"

"Yes. Ordinary magical weapons will lose power as time goes by, but Taoist treasures become stronger and stronger."

"So, despite the fact that the living Taoist priests are declining day by day, and no one has reached the realm of obeying the sun for many years, the Taoism is actually no weaker than it was hundreds of thousands of years ago, because we have nine treasures, and the power they contain is getting stronger every day. Far beyond the initial level, it is equivalent to dozens or even hundreds of Rimang Taoist priests. This is the Taoism's best hope for defeating the demons. "

"You mean the Patriarch Tower and the Sword Washing Pond have never exerted their full strength?"

"Not even 1%. Otherwise, how many monsters and demons would be able to show off their strength in any round?"

"I heard that only by serving Rimang Taoist priests can the full power of Taoism's treasure be exerted - but this is useless, Taoism does not have such Taoist priests now."

"That's just a way to stimulate the power of the treasure, but it's not the only way. It's not worth using when facing the demon clan. It will only be used when the demon clan returns. Zhou Qianhui didn't say any more about the specific method, and instead stared at The straw hat in front of you, "You are afraid that the demon spell will control you in turn, so attach it to an ordinary straw hat. "

The span from the Taoist Zhenshan Treasure to the Straw Hat is like falling from the highest peak to the deepest abyss. The look on Zhou Qianhui's face was also the same. The brilliance in his eyes disappeared instantly and was replaced by indifference and vigilance.

"Yes." Mu Xingqiu still doesn't regret his decision at that time.

"This is a smart move. Demons are good at attacking the mind. They pretend to give strength, but they are actually tempting people and slowly win you over. The demon spell on the straw hat is probably no exception, but you have overlooked one thing. The thing is, this demonic spell is not complete."

Zhou Qianhui bent down slightly and got closer to the straw hat. "Look at these lines. They are all slightly interrupted. It would be normal if there were just a few places. But like now, it can only mean one thing - you have not used all the spells." Collect it on the straw hat. You are too brave to cast incomplete demon spells on others, which will leave great hidden dangers."

Mu Xingqiu could no longer hide it, so he told the story about Demon Lord Zhengfa and Feiba from the beginning, trying to be as concise as possible without losing the key points. Finally, he said: "The missing part of the spell may be in the bald man's head. He also swallowed it at the time. It dropped some scrolls, but it hasn’t shown any special power so far.”

"Sir, Grandmaster, what happened to Mu Songxuan's head that it can hold so many things?!"

The well-informed Zhou Qianhui also showed a look of surprise, "Let's not talk about Demon Lord Zhengfa and Straw Hat. Tell me the whole experience of Mu Songxuan again. I know the general situation, and now I want to hear the details. ”

Zhou Qianhui was more interested in the bald man than the straw hat. Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but feel wary. The Yashan Taoist priest couldn't forget the water in the sword washing pool inside the bald man's head, and he might want to use some trick, "I just want to bless the straw hat." imprint.”

"Hey, Taoist priest, I did sneak attack on the camp, but don't think of me as a despicable person because of this. I am the head of the Yashan Divine Engineering Department. There are few people who know magic weapons better than me. Believe me, the biggest problem you are facing now is not Straw Hat. superior.

Mu Xingqiu still spoke. He had nothing to hide. There was no secret about Bald Zi's experience. He only needed to add some details: Bald Zi was born in Yelin Town. There was nothing unusual about him. He was killed by a snake demon when he was eleven years old. He unexpectedly Combined with the demon species, it was transformed into a magic weapon capable of transmitting sound by the great law enforcer Shen Zhun in Pangshan. The marks were cleaned twice in the Yashan Sword Washing Pool. In the battle of Duanliu City, a demon heart was obtained and became the forehead He swallowed an inner elixir in Luanjing Mountain with his magic eye, and shared the magic scroll with Feiba...

Only Mu Xingqiu had seen almost all of Baldy's experiences with his own eyes, but it wasn't until Zhou Qianhui reminded him that he began to feel that there were indeed too many things in Baldy's head. Baldy has not died yet, and is becoming more and more vibrant, even in the past. The problem of falling asleep from time to time has also been eliminated, which is really a miracle.

"It's strange that Mu Songxuan is not dead, but now he can only fly and shoot red light, and his ability is so low, it is even stranger." Zhou Qian smiled and shook his head, "Even if I take him back to Yashan, I don’t dare to suck out the water from the sword washing pool. Can you bring Mu Songxuan so that I can study it carefully..."

Seeing Mu Xingqiu's serious expression, Zhou Qianhui knew that this request was hopeless. He turned to look at the Straw Hat and thought for a moment, "Why bother putting a mark on the Straw Hat? Since the other part of the spell is in Mu Songxuan's mind, we might as well Just give it to him, I can’t think of a more perfect way to do it.”

Mu Xingqiu was slightly startled. He had never thought of adding some obscure demonic spell into the bald man's head. "I won't take any chances with him."

"Then destroy Straw Hat and Demon Lord Zhengfa. It's not a good thing anyway. As for the two people you cast spells on - I hope they are not particularly important to you."

Zhou Qianhui straightened up and closed his eyes, showing a clear attitude: he did not think the Straw Hat was worth imprinting, and he did not even intend to use this rare opportunity to let Mu Xingqiu remove the Xiaoyao Suo from his body.

Mu Xingqiu returned to his tent, but Bald Man was not there. He had just learned how to control the skull lantern, and he was in high spirits. He had to show off in front of Xiao Hao: he would make it disappear, make it appear, or make it appear. Dancing in the air.

Mu Xingqiu cast the restraint in the tent, then summoned a straw hat, injected a small amount of mana, and silently meditated on the entire Demon Lord's rectification. Because he was afraid of magic, he had not used any other method except the re-destruction method that he had to cast. Dharma door.

There are seven texts in total, including dividing, breaking buds, taking root, pruning, reducing flowers, destroying fruits, and destroying them again. All six texts can drive the power in the straw hat normally. Only the method of dividing the first text is ineffective.

Mu Xingqiu withdrew the restraint and suddenly missed Zuo Liuying. No matter how weird this Taoist priest was, he knew more than anyone else and could clearly say whether the Demon Lord's rectification was harmful to the bald man. Of course, in There may be a trap hidden in his statement.

Mu Xingqiu summoned the Frost Soul Sword and cast a spell to let his soul enter the sword. He rarely did this because he had been reminded that frequent soul departures would have serious consequences and would make him addicted to it. But this time he needed some trustworthy opinions.

Pei Zihan was a man who had died twice and was prepared for all possibilities, but Gan Zhiquan was different. He voluntarily tried it for his younger brother and for all the demon-invading Taoist priests. If an accident happened to him, Mu Xingqiu would feel Guilt.

Whether it was an illusion or something real, Mu Xingqiu felt that the many souls connected like beads in the sword were brighter than before, and he quickly found Fangfang's soul.

The soul is an invisible thing, and all Mu Xingqiu could see in the beads were some reflections: Fangfang of different ages lined up, all sitting and thinking, even the young and immature one.

Fangfang likes to practice. She is a born Taoist priest. In the Frost Soul Sword, she can finally think without interference. However, she has no body, no three fields, and no inner elixir. Mu Xingqiu does not know what her practice will eventually become. Where to go.

Taoism is boundless, which not only refers to its depth, but also its vastness. The souls of Bald Zi and Fangfang are in a realm that is extremely unfamiliar to ordinary Taoist priests, and Mu Xingqiu knows nothing about it.

He did not disturb Fangfang's soul. The only decision he made was to try not to use the soul power in the sword in the future and let Fangfang stay quiet.

He was about to withdraw from the Frost Soul Sword, but suddenly changed his mind. He followed a series of pearls at high speed and found a soul he knew - Meng Yuanhou.

Normal souls are in a state of ignorance after seven days, with only fragments of memory left, floating in beads like water plants. Fangfang is the only soul that is still conscious, but she spends most of the time in a state of thinking, with almost no memory. move.

Meng Yuanhou's soul is different. The beads he lives in look more textured and vaguely like amber. There are also several floating memories scattered in it, but in the middle, a small Meng Yuanhou is constantly By absorbing these fragments, new memory fragments will be generated at any time, so he will never be able to finish them.

Just such a simple thought before death, after many layers of transformation, can actually produce extremely powerful suction. Mu Xingqiu felt incredible again.

He tried to communicate with Meng Yuanhou's soul, but was unable to get in. This was not Fangfang's soul and could not react in any way to external things.

Mu Xingqiu's soul exited the Frost Soul Sword and gained nothing. He just felt a little cold in his body, as if his blood had not flowed for a long time.

The bald man was standing in mid-air opposite, staring at him, "Brother Xiaoqiu, you slept really long this time."

"Really?" Mu Xingqiu felt that he had only been in the sword for a short while.

"We've been a little worried about you all day."

Mu Xingqiu was shocked. He stood up and walked out of the tent. He found that the sun was indeed farther east than when he entered the tent. This phenomenon did not happen last time when his soul entered the Frost Soul Sword, and he did nothing in the sword, not even I said something to Fangfang’s soul.

Xin Youtao ran over in a hurry, "You finally woke up, Zuo Liuying is back."

"Great." Mu Xingqiu was trying to get some advice from Zuo Liuying.

There was no joy on Xin Youtao's face, "He didn't come back alone, he also brought a group of Yashan Taoist priests with him."