Exorcism

Meng Xu is not a particularly smart person. Perhaps because of this, what she does is universally correct - everyone is selfish, and her selfishness is just more obvious. It must be demonstrated through betrayal.

Mu Xingqiu was flying in the dark night, without any magic weapon or wings, soaring with the excitement of consuming all his magic power. He thought of Meng Xu and what he had said when trying to find out the traitor - he felt disgusted at the time, but now he felt that it was extremely correct.

That's me, he thought, the real me, who revealed his head with the help of a conspiracy, and finally took over his body again after being destroyed again. He thought of the word "renew" because he felt that he had always been like this, and that Taoist priests were behind all the selfless deeds he had done before.

Even if Fangfang is snatched away, isn't there Luan Jingshan Feng Ruhui behind the scenes? Next is Zuo Liuying, always Zuo Liuying, he is like a huge shadow, usually invisible, but once he appears, he will scare people.

He has manipulated me for more than ten years! Mu Xingqiu thought angrily, but he had no intention of revenge, as that would cause countless troubles. He just wanted freedom. The world is so big that there is always a place for him to stay. The power of Taoism cannot spread throughout the world. Neither can future demons.

Freedom is wings, freedom is air. Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but want to laugh loudly. Just for this freedom, he could give up all hatred and forget all true feelings. They are all burdens.

The wind behind him became a little weird. Mu Xingqiu turned around suddenly and saw a pair of Qilin's horns.

The flea's two red eyes were like two fallen stars, filled with pure anger. It was not convinced, so it followed quietly and wanted to fight this man again.

The flea that was fed the demon blood also underwent a complete change. Unlike Mu Xingqiu, it had forgotten what happened in the past, or in other words, now it couldn't think or remember at all, and only wanted to fight.

Maybe this was Zuo Liuying's plan again, this thought flashed through Mu Xingqiu's mind. Qilin's change happened before he woke up, but what could Zuo Liuying not expect? He was obviously abducted by the demon clan. Even if Mr. Yishi had been more decisive, he would have been completely dead. But he didn't die. He sent out Qilin and said a few words.

"You finally gave in."

Mu Xingqiu stretched out his arms and firmly grasped Qilin's horns again, his heart filled with contempt. What does it mean to admit defeat? To lose to this beast is to admit defeat, but to finally see the truth and break free is not to admit defeat.

Perhaps this was the truth that the dragon demon wanted him to see clearly. Mu Xingqiu felt excited and wanted to find the dragon demon immediately and hide with her. Only she could understand his changes.

Mu Xingqiu had knocked down Qilin before, so he didn't take it too seriously. However, just a short while later, Qilin's power became stronger. After a moment of stalemate in the air, his head was not pressed down, but instead raised high. , throwing Mu Xingqiu high into the sky.

Being defeated is another kind of bondage. People who have just gained freedom cannot bear this kind of thing. Mu Xingqiu turned over and fell down. With a swing of his right arm, the long whip struck Qilin with lightning.

The long whip hit the unicorn horn, making a series of harsh noises. The lightning was bounced off and spread into a huge horn shape, as if a flea's horn had grown dozens of times.

This whip did not take effect. The unicorn horn was more stubborn than the most powerful demon pill and withstood the lightning, but its body fell slightly.

Mu Xingqiu had no hatred for Qilin, and even remembered its many benefits, but when he thought that it was Zuo Liuying's favorite spiritual beast, he had no intention of showing mercy.

"Go back to your real master!" Mu Xingqiu shouted, throwing out the whip one after another.

Not only did Flea not flinch, but he became more courageous as he fought. He blocked the attack with his horns and slowly shortened the distance between him and Mu Xingqiu. Then he suddenly turned around and kicked him in the chest with a hoof.

The weight of the entire mountain was not necessarily heavier or more violent than the flea's hoof. Mu Xingqiu flew high again, with severe pain in his chest and one of his ribs seemed to be broken. He was angry, and when he swung the whip again, he suddenly found that he was only casting the third level of illusion, not his seventh level of ultimate.

This is a strange thing. The power in the body has increased dozens of times, but the spell has become weaker. Mu Xingqiu's attempts to use the seventh-level illusion always failed halfway. Although the inner elixir in Niwan Palace was at the fifth level of Xingluo , but it is not as effective as the inner elixir of the seventh level of inhalation in the lower Dantian.

But the inner elixir has been thrown into the sea of ​​fire by him. Only in this way can he completely cut off all ties with the Taoism.

Mu Xingqiu had no regrets. He simply put away his long whip, shouted loudly, stopped using the flying technique, and fell straight down, intending to fight Qilin with his fists.

Flea also let out a low roar. It was just a low roar and had no special effect. However, the blood stains on his eyes and neck became redder, like a monster that had just emerged from the blood pool.

Up and down, one man and one Qilin violently collided with each other, using horns, punches, kicks with hooves, and kicks... The banging sound was like thunder after lightning.

I don’t know how much time passed before the last loud bang ended the close-quarters fight - they hit the ground together, smashed to pieces, and no one got up for a long time.

Mu Xingqiu did not faint, but felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart. He could not even move a finger, and his head was buzzing, as if there were a hundred noisy birds chasing a thousand flies.

After a long time, a figure appeared above, blocking the stars and moon in the sky. It was not a unicorn, but his own face!

After a while, Mu Xingqiu remembered that this was Jin Cu, the spirit demon who looked the same as himself. He must have followed Qilin, and maybe he was Zuo Liuying's backup.

Mu Xingqiu and Flea still couldn't stand up. The injuries from the fall were secondary. They hit each other too hard. Qilin's hooves and horns were harder than steel, and Mu Xingqiu's fists and feet were not inferior.

Jin Cu didn't say anything. He dragged the Taoist priest and Qilin with his other hands and walked towards a forest not far away.

There was snow on the ground, so sliding on it wasn't particularly uncomfortable, but Mu Xingqiu didn't like it and said hoarsely: "Let me go."

Brocade made no sound, and dragged them to the edge of the forest before letting go. He broke off some branches, shook off the snow on them, threw them on the ground to form a pyre, and then breathed fire to light them.

After almost half an hour, Mu Xingqiu was finally able to sit up. Opposite him, Flea was also struggling to stand up, but they had no energy to fight anymore and could only stare at each other.

Jin Cu stood between the two. He was not afraid of the cold. This fire was lit for the injured. As the sky turned white, he stopped adding more wood and let it go out.

"What are you doing here?" Mu Xingqiu asked. He didn't think he needed treatment, so he wasn't grateful for Jin Cu's help. "Go back and tell Zuo Liuying that I will never be his puppet again. He has handed over the inner elixir, the Frost Soul Sword and the straw hat, what else does he want? Oh, if he wants the soul of Marquis Meng Yuan, all he has to do is ask."

Mu Xingqiu was not interested in anything except life and freedom.

Jin Cui raised her foot and stamped out the embers on the ground, turned around and said, "It has nothing to do with Zuo Liuying, I'm here for the Spirit King."

"Yang Qingyin? What orders does she have?" Mu Xingqiu asked sarcastically.

"She asked me to remind you not to practice the new inner elixir again before the tribulation is over."

Zuo Liuying specifically emphasized this point. If there is a Taoist calamity that has not been saved, it will be very dangerous to spit out pills, let alone rebuild it. Mu Xingqiu vomited out the inner elixir, but nothing happened. He thought this was probably because he still had an inner elixir in his Niwan Palace.

"I don't have Dao Jie." Mu Xingqiu didn't feel at all that he still had special feelings for Fangfang. He felt sorry because Fangfang was Zuo Liuying's biggest victim, but he no longer felt bad about it. As for Yang Qingyin, From the very beginning, I wanted to get married to her just to save myself from the calamity. "And there is no need for me to cultivate the inner alchemy again."

"I just want to pass on the message, and Zuo Liuying..."

Mu Xingqiu laughed out loud, causing pain in his chest. The spirit demon still showed its flaws. Fortunately, he had said before that it had nothing to do with Zuo Liuying.

Jin Cu waited for his laughter to subside before continuing: "Zuo Liuying also asked me to remind you that after spitting out the inner elixir, you will lose the fundamental method of hiding, so be careful."

"What should you be careful about? Do you want me to break the pill?" Mu Xingqiu said disdainfully. He had indeed had the experience of almost breaking the pill. Because of this, he knew more about the pill than the average Taoist priest.

Breaking the pill is a possible danger. Unless you are forced into a desperate situation and you are determined to fight to the death, the possibility of breaking the pill is not high. The method of fundamental seclusion prevents those Taoist priests who have become magicians from taking extreme measures. Fang's broken pill is even more difficult, and even the deepest part of his heart cannot be shaken.

Mu Xingqiu did not feel that he was in danger of becoming a demon, and he did not intend to approach any Taoist priests again. Even if the elixir was broken, it would not be harmful to Taoism or Zuo Liuying.

"I'm done." Jin Cu didn't want to argue with Mu Xingqiu at all. She was reluctant to even talk to him. She rose into the air and prepared to fly away.

Mu Xingqiu had no intention of staying. He only had one goal in mind. Qilin opposite was still staring at him with red eyes, which meant that Zuo Liuying had not given up yet.

The man and Qilin jumped up at the same time, as if they had a premonition that the other had recovered some of their physical strength.

But instead of bumping into each other, they fell to the ground again and stared at each other angrily.

The brocade fell back to the ground, still standing between them, "You shouldn't stay together."

"Then take it away and tell Zuo Liuying to stop playing tricks." Mu Xingqiu said.

Jin Cu thought for a while, and actually took out two Xiaoyao ropes from his arms. He was a Jintail horse himself, so the materials were naturally abundant, but weaving ropes required mana and spells. I don't know how he made Xiaoyao ropes.

Before Mu Xingqiu could figure it out, Jin Cuo began to tie up Qilin. It looked like it would be his turn soon.

"Don't think that I will always be patient." Mu Xingqiu warned.

Jin Cu walked up to Mu Xingqiu with Xiaoyao Suo, "Don't think that I will always be so polite, King Ling. It's all because of King Ling. She sees you more than anything else. I want to make you change back to your former self." Mu Xingqiu, you must change back."