Exorcism

Miracle or adventure? To Mu Xingqiu, this was the same thing.

If there is still a chance to escape, he will never make a desperate move, because he is not sure about the response method he is about to take. He only knows one thing: think when he should think, act when he should act, even if it is a wrong move, It is better to act unconsciously than to panic and wait for death.

Mu Xingqiu admitted that there were strong and weak people in the world, and that there were many people and magical weapons in the Taoist tradition that were much more powerful than him, but he did not admit that he deserved to die, let alone that he was powerless to resist.

"Okay!" The bald man flew to Mu Xingqiu's chest, spread out three strands of hair, raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and opened his mouth to reveal two rows of gapped teeth. The magic eye on his forehead fired red at the snow pillars that rushed up from the ground. Light.

The red light hit a snow pillar, neither scattering it nor stopping its upward movement.

"Brother Xiaoqiu..." Xiao Qingtao, who was taller, looked down in surprise.

"Keep rising, don't scatter!" The one shouting was Gan Zhiwei, who was still holding the unconscious Gan Zhiquan in his arms, and his tone sounded a bit like his elder brother's sternness.

"Believe him." Xin Youtao said to Xiao Qingtao.

The snow pillars were coming towards the Taoist priests. When the Taoist priests dispersed, the snow pillars also dispersed, making it even harder to deal with. So more than sixty people lined up in a line in the air, with those with lower realms at the top and those with higher realms at the bottom. Their spells were connected together. , rising faster. If it were not restricted by the unclean air, they could almost be as fast as the snow pillar.

The three snow pillars squeezed together tightly to form a thicker snow pillar. In the blink of an eye, it reached a place dozens of feet away from Mu Xingqiu's feet. The surging air blew up the skin and muscles on the bald man's face, and his teeth were exposed even more. Too much, and he could barely maintain his position, and he didn't even have the energy to emit red light.

"Brother Xiaoqiu, it's such a strong wind!"

Mu Xingqiu's figure was also swaying a little. He held the Frost Soul Sword tightly in his left hand, pinched out a spell with his right hand, and pointed at the jade ax floating in front of him.

The jade ax is a common magic weapon in the Dengzhu family. It is used to calm and transport souls. The soul of Marquis Meng Yuan is inside. Once it is guided by the magic, it will immediately generate a strong suction force.

The rising momentum of the three snow pillars did not slow down, but the power of the airflow rushing at the front was absorbed into the jade axe.

The jade ax was not a frost soul sword. It could not withstand so much external force. It only lasted for a short while before several cracks appeared on the surface and it was about to shatter.

Mu Xingqiu summoned three lamps and three candles from the treasure bag. They could not make the jade ax complete, but they could stabilize the soul inside the axe.

Next, Mu Xingqiu will make the most risky attempt. If this move works, that's fine. If not, he will have to use the Frost Soul Sword.

The Frost Soul Sword and the soul within the sword had helped him survive many dangerous situations, but this time the power Mu Xingqiu faced was too powerful, and the Frost Soul Sword could only delay Xue Zhu's offensive.

Mu Xingqiu let the Frost Soul Sword float in the air, freed his left hand, grabbed the straw hat and put it on the bald man's head, "Don't think about anything."

Without any further explanation, Baldy obeyed Brother Xiaoqiu's words and immediately closed his eyes, letting himself enter a semi-conscious state.

Straw Hat and Baldy together form a complete Demon Lord Zhengfa. Baldy himself can also cast spells, but he doesn't understand Mu Xingqiu's plan and prefers to just act as a magic weapon.

There are seven chapters in the Demon Lord’s rectification, and Mu Xingqiu didn’t know which one would be effective, so he started thinking about the method of destruction again, and then moved on to the six methods of dividing, breaking buds, taking root, pruning, reducing flowers, and destroying fruits. .

Thoughts were faster than flight and spells. The words trampled through Mu Xingqiu's mind like thousands of charging troops, sending out demonic spells one after another.

The target of Mu Xingqiu's spell was not the three snow pillars that were already in front of him, but the jade ax that was about to break.

Demon Lord's rectification can allow Taoist priests to wake up from death, and their souls will not leave their original bodies. It may also have a similar effect on magical weapons. This is Mu Xingqiu's greatest hope.

The method of re-destruction entered the jade axe, and the ax instantly shattered. Relying on the three lamps and three candles next to it, the soul inside did not leave for the time being.

The method of division entered the jade axe, but the instrument was not restored. Mu Xingqiu continued to meditate on the remaining texts. The method of rooting finally took effect, and the fragments of the jade ax merged into one, but the cracks remained.

When the three snow pillars arrived and were still more than ten feet away from Mu Xingqiu, the pillar heads exploded, generating dozens of times the power of the striker's spell. But the suction force inside the jade ax was even stronger. Just after the explosion, the ice and snow dispersed less than a foot, then closed again and turned into a line of ice as thick as a thumb, which was sucked into the jade ax.

The jade ax shattered again, and Mu Xingqiu no longer cared about distinguishing which method had the best effect. The seven texts flashed through his mind over and over again, like boulders rolling down the steep slope, regardless of who. Who is the beginning and who is the end.

The bald man stared blankly into the distance without any reaction.

Mu Xingqiu's adventure finally worked, but it was not completely successful. Several other snow pillars responsible for the containment quickly rushed to support. At the same time, the fragments produced by the jade ax became smaller and smaller until it completely turned into powder. At that time, there is probably no magic that can restore it.

This was the only jade ax in the treasure bag, but Mu Xingqiu didn't even have time to think about it now, let alone summon a new magic weapon and then cast a spell to transfer Marquis Meng Yuan's soul into it.

He could only think about the Demon Lord's rectification all the time. The words passed through his mind so fast that they formed a straight line. He still tried to go faster. This was not easy at all, because he couldn't miss a word. You must think about it throughout the article. If his mental illusion technique had not reached the seventh level and he could use it in seven ways, his mind would have been in chaos.

The Taoist priests above had risen high enough, more than 200 feet away from Mu Xingqiu. They all stopped and looked down. Since everyone stood in a line, only the few at the bottom could see clearly. some.

Xiao Hao was at a low level and was located higher up. He could hardly see anything and did not dare to move. He said anxiously and loudly: "How is it? Who can tell me?"

The Taoist priest at the bottom is Gan Zhiwei, who is holding his brother. He no longer thinks that the snow pillar comes from Zuo Liuying. This is obviously a powerful spell issued by a high-grade magic weapon. Pangshan will not allow Zuo Liuying to take away any of it. pieces.

"Mu Xingqiu blocked... three snow pillars, he blocked them!" Gan Zhiwei announced loudly with some excitement. He couldn't see clearly, and he didn't dare to release his magic weapon to observe, but Mu Xingqiu didn't move, and there was no strong one. The air flow rose, and it was obvious that he had succeeded.

The Taoist priests cheered in unison. After this series of suspicions and escapes, their Taoist priests' hearts were already in pieces, and their desire for life and fear of death became clear.

"Five more snow pillars have risen." Gan Zhiwei's expression changed slightly, "Everyone, please don't move. There are four more shadows nearby. Don't attract them up."

Mu Xingqiu was able to block the snow pillar, which made everyone more confident, and no one wanted to escape anymore.

"Is there anything we can do?" Xiao Qingtao stopped above Gan Zhiwei. She saw the same scene as him, but felt a little worried. Mu Xingqiu didn't move at all, and the magic formula in his hand didn't change. This was casting a spell. The performance has reached the extreme, and with the addition of five snow pillars, I wonder if I can hold on.

"Don't move now, don't affect Mu Xingqiu's spellcasting." Gan Zhiwei is a Taoist priest of the Forbidden Secrets. He could vaguely see that Mu Xingqiu was casting more than just Taoist spells. If others rushed to help, it might be counterproductive.

"Everyone, get ready. When the last four snow pillars join the attack, we will spread out immediately to attract their attention. Don't fly too far. Follow my orders and come back at any time."

The Taoist priests above Gan Zhiwei responded in unison. They had already summoned the main magic weapon, and now they were holding it tightly, waiting for the order anxiously.

Mu Xingqiu was facing the attack of eight snow pillars. The jade ax shattered and recovered so quickly that the difference could no longer be seen with the naked eye. He could only see that there was something special about this piece of jade. It was not a whole piece, but like a pile of jade. The sand is glued into the shape of an axe, and a light touch can turn it into crumbs.

The jade ax is a magic weapon, made and blessed by Shuyuke. Frequent destruction is rapidly consuming its characteristics, making it closer and closer to an ordinary jade ax. It all relies on the constant infusion of Demon Lord Zhengfa. It didn't become a piece of trash.

Mu Xingqiu had no intention of thinking about this at all. He didn't even notice that the strength of the five snow pillars had nearly doubled after the addition. All his thoughts were on those seven texts, and he firmly believed that he could think faster.

The snow pillar met a powerful enemy. Even though eight of them gathered together, they still could not break through the obstacle. The other four shadows came closer and turned into snow pillars and soared into the sky. They had no ability to distinguish, let alone fear or the emotion of retreating from difficulties. They only knew that they were not strong enough. When the time comes, increase the strength until it is exhausted.

All twelve snow pillars gathered together to form a large snow pillar up to two feet thick. It sprayed up nearly a hundred feet into the sky and exploded into a snowball five or six feet wide. Then it quickly shrank and turned into an ice line that entered the jade axe. .

From a distance, it looks like a snow hammer with a long and slender handle standing on the ground. It is strange but not threatening, and its power has been absorbed.

"Disperse!" Gan Zhiwei immediately ordered, and more than sixty Taoist priests flew in all directions, not too far away, no more than a hundred steps from the center line, and they would be back soon.

The snow pillars followed the Taoist priests, and the Taoist priests were in line. They gathered together, and the Taoist priests separated. They also wanted to separate, but the jade ax prevented them from moving.

The middle part of the thick snow column gradually expanded.

Amazhiwei's order to disperse was given too promptly! Thinking about it afterwards, Mu Xingqiu felt that he could not thank him enough, because under the combined attack of the twelve snow pillars, the jade ax was completely turned into powder. No matter how powerful the Demon Lord Zhengfa was, there was no way to restore it.

It was at this critical moment that the Taoist priests scattered above attracted the power of several snow pillars. They gave up the attack and wanted to branch out to attack other Taoist priests. As a result, their momentum was suddenly reduced, allowing Mu Xingqiu to finally regain his composure.

The meditation on the seven texts of the Demon Lord's rectification reached the extreme. All the texts suddenly appeared in Mu Xingqiu's mind at the same time. Logically speaking, this was impossible, but he did recite nearly ten thousand words silently at the same moment.

Then something absolutely unexpected by Mu Xingqiu happened. The jade ax was shattered. Meng Yuanhou's soul still stayed in place under the protection of three candles and three lanterns, but the suction force turned into an eruption force.

All the power absorbed by the soul returned the same way, mixed with a strange force. The twelve snow pillars were pressed down, getting shorter and shorter, and finally disappeared on the ground, and no more shadows were produced.

After more than 130,000 years, pure demon power once again struck the land of demons. Living creatures thousands of miles around heard a certain sound that no one could describe.

Hundreds of miles to the southeast, a group of Taoist priests felt this familiar yet unfamiliar force.

Hundreds of miles to the northwest, a newly unearthed remains of a demon also felt the demon lord's rectification.