Exorcism

Just as Mu Xingqiu raised his fist, Zhou Qi rolled his eyes and looked at him coldly. The palm holding Yi Shijun's soul suddenly clenched tightly, and there was a slight crunching sound from inside, like a beetle being trapped. Pinched flat.

In just a breather, Zhou Qi took out the soul of the little demon and destroyed it.

Mu Xingqiu's opportunity was lost like this. Maybe the opportunity never existed. Zhou Qi is a Taoist priest with the fourth level of concentration, and he will never leave his body unprepared.

"Where is Mr. Yishi?" Zhou Qi asked.

Mu Xingqiu should have been horrified by this, but he smiled, "What you captured is just an insignificant soul of Mr. Yishi. The memory in it is enough to fill your teeth, right?"

Yishijun's crow soul was imprisoned by Zuo Liuying once, and he never ventured into dangerous places again. Most of his soul was in the golem, but with so many caves, of course he still had a spare soul hidden in it.

Once the original soul dies, all souls die. The secondary soul disappears, but the original soul is not affected. It was such a secondary soul that Zhou Qi found and killed. He only had a small part of Yishi Jun's memory, and Zhou Qi could not find it. to the answer to any question.

"Maybe I should look for clues from you. Yishi-kun, like Zuo Liuying, both value you."

Zhou Qi didn't care about ridicule. He didn't care about Mu Xingqiu. He felt that he was just a puppet, but the puppet would leave traces of its controller. His eyes dimmed, and he wanted to use mind control to seize Mu Xingqiu's memory.

Mu Xingqiu still raised his fist, but his head felt as if he had been shot through by an arrow. The pain penetrated to the bone marrow. The inner alchemy that had already been broken seemed to have been stabbed again. The pain was like an eagle soaring from the tree crown. , flying higher and higher, passing through the clouds and fog without stopping...

It hurts. Mu Xingqiu's will also flew up. He wanted to transcend this pain. Even if he couldn't stop it, he still had to soar above it to keep a glimmer of clarity in his mind. He still remembered what he had to do. What, so he raised his fist and smashed it down like a falling mountain.

Mu Xingqiu had lost more than half of his control over his body and could only make very simple movements. He didn't even know how much power was used in this punch, but he pinned all his hopes on it.

Can a fist kill a Taoist priest? Mu Xingqiu believed that this kind of thing had never happened, but so what? Even if there is only one finger left to move, he will point it at the enemy.

Zuo Liuying always predicts events, Yishijun always prepares countless backup plans, but Mu Xingqiu always moves forward bravely. He also intends to cultivate new leaders and future forces, but those are not what he is really good at. .

Throwing a punch at the most unlikely and hopeless moment is his strength and ability.

Even Zuo Liuying can no longer enter his mind casually, let alone a possessed Taoist priest.

Mu Xingqiu felt that he had just punched lightly, as light as a feather brushing his cheek, but this was not the case.

Zhou Qi, the head of Wangshan Forbidden Secret Department, has lived for more than 1,100 years. He is not a viviparous Taoist like Zuo Liuying, and he is definitely not a mediocre person. He was trained as a high-level Taoist priest when he could just walk. Not to mention Fist, not even mosquitoes can touch his body.

But this punch hit Zhou Qi's unprepared face firmly. How could he be on guard? The Taoist priest who was attacked by the mind control technique should have temporarily lost consciousness. Not to mention punching, he would not even have the thought of punching.

Generally speaking, Taoist priests who focus on the mind cannot use mind control techniques on Taoist Xingluo. However, since Mu Xingqiu vomited out the inner elixir of his lower dantian, his basic method of hiding has disappeared, and he has lost the most basic power of protection of the three fields. Although the inner elixir in Maru Palace is at the fifth level of Xingluo, it was not cultivated by himself and does not have the ability to resist the mind control technique of the Taoist priest.

Zhou Qi understood all this, so he felt confident.

How urgently he wanted to find clues from Mu Xingqiu's mind, the accident caused by this punch would be greater.

The Taoist Priest tilted his head, and his consciousness returned to his body. He brought nothing back, but there was a strange feeling in his mouth. After thinking for a while, he realized that this was pain. Since the end of his infancy, he had Never felt this way again.

Zhou Qi raised his hand and wiped it at the corner of his mouth. When he saw a piece of blood on his finger, he was a little puzzled that his blood was no different from that of ordinary mortals.

Mu Xingqiu regained full control of his body, "If you want clues, ask me, and don't get into my head again."

Zhou Qi was still staring at the blood on his fingers. In more than a thousand years of practice, he had never learned how to get angry, nor did he know how to deal with an unexpected blow. These things were impossible for him. , he could understand Ishi-kun's cunning and soul-separating schemes, but he couldn't accept the punch in the face.

Zhou Qi stretched out his blood-stained hand very slowly, but Mu Xingqiu couldn't avoid it. He was pinned again, even more firmly, and he couldn't even move his eyes.

With his palms squeezing Mu Xingqiu's throat, Zhou Qi's calm eyes gradually burned like fire, and a handful of smooth long whiskers turned into iron brushes, with roots standing apart like arrows about to be shot.

"The Demon Lord's rectification makes me omnipotent." Zhou Qi said every word, and the magic power in his hand also increased. He wanted the other party to understand that he could enter the minds of ordinary people at will.

As a Taoist priest, this was the first time he strangled a person's throat with his hands. He had to do this, but killing Mu Xingqiu with magic could not relieve the anger in his heart.

The arrogant magic power rushed into Mu Xingqiu's meridians, destroying everything it passed like a broken bamboo, but it was deliberately slowed down, making every inch of progress an unforgettable torture.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't move his eyes, nor did he want to move. He just stared at the burning eyes opposite him. The more pain he suffered, the stronger his will became. His right hand slowly clenched into a fist, but the punch could not be punched. There was a limit. He could control his fingers, but he couldn't control his entire arm.

He can also absorb mana. Zhou Qi takes the initiative to send mana into the meridians, which saves a lot of trouble. The broken inner elixir in Niwan Palace strives to accelerate its rotation. As for the consequences of inhaling these external mana, it is no longer Mu Xing It's something Qiu needs to think about.

But Mu Xingqiu made a mistake this time. The magical power of the Taoist priest was not the demonic power of hundreds of monkeys gathered together, and it was not something that a Taoist priest of his level could come into contact with.

The suction force generated by Mu Xing Qiu Ni Wan Palace Pill obviously caught the external magic power within the meridians, but could not move it at all. It was as stable as a mountain, as hot as lava, and moved forward steadily, continuing to destroy the meridians.

"Suck my magic power, you want to suck my magic power?" Zhou Qi's anger did not lessen because the enemy was tortured, and his voice became more majestic, "I am a Taoist priest who has been taught by the devil himself. You You actually want to suck my magic power?"

"The state of concentration is not as simple as you think. Not only can we absorb more spiritual energy from heaven and earth, but we can also get the help of the nine great treasures. Our inner elixir and mana are the same as those of you lowly Taoist priests and even Xingluo Taoist priests. Big difference, if you want to suck my magic power, it's as stupid as drinking sea water to quench your thirst."

Zhou Qi's mana rushed into Mu Xingqiu's lower dantian. There was no inner elixir here, but there was still a large amount of mana and a small amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy that had not been consumed. Under the force of the scorching "sea water", they all retreated quickly. , and took refuge in Niwan Palace through the remaining meridians.

"Do you miss the method of fundamental hiding? Its protective power can at least help you block it for a while." Zhou Qi was not anxious at all. He felt that Mu Xingqiu's immobilized body was trembling uncontrollably, which showed that The pain is already at an extremely high level, but it can still increase.

This is the advantage of becoming a demon. You don’t need to be ruthless and lustful, you don’t need to suppress the anger in your heart, you can take revenge as much as you want, and you can get elephant-like benefits from an ant.

"Accept your fate and surrender." Zhou Qi advised, part of his anger turning into curiosity. He wanted to know how much pain this ordinary Taoist priest could endure.

Zhou Qi's magic power broke into Mu Xingqiu's Jiang Palace.

There is no end to pain. If we have to set a standard for it, Mu Xingqiu feels that what he is suffering now is probably the pain of the "Suffering the Moon" state. He did not set it as the highest "Suffering the Sun" because he knows that it will be painful later. It will increase.

Pain dominated everything, and Mu Xingqiu could no longer generate suction. All his remaining mana retreated to Niwan Palace. Knowing that this last line of defense would eventually be broken through, he decided to stage a resistance here.

My body no longer belongs to me, but all kinds of pains are still coming to my mind in a steady stream. These pains do not arrive together at the same time, but queue up one after another. You kick me, I punch you, and then there are more pains. There are many swords, guns, swords and halberds waiting for you.

Mu Xingqiu was not strong enough to raise his fist, but he could still make him smile.

This is his only weapon now. He resists the indestructible magic power with laughter, and also answers the "persuasion" of the Taoist priest with laughter - he does not accept his fate or give in.

Zhou Qi's anger rose again, and he accidentally input mana a little faster. He rushed from Jiang Palace to Niwan Palace. With just one click, the kid who dared to punch him would turn into a pile of Dead meat.

Zhou Qi stopped the last blow in time, but there was still work to do. If this kid dared to refuse his mind control, then he must use his mind control to take away every ounce of his memory.

It is no longer important whether there are clues about Mr. Yishi in his memory. The key is to make Mu Xingqiu understand the difference between strong and weak. It is the duty of the weak to obediently accept the dominance of the strong.

Mu Xingqiu finally experienced the pain of "Submitting Rimang" state. Strangely, this feeling was more like a kind of relaxation, as if falling from a cliff, falling continuously, so that some kind of balance was finally produced.

Too much mana and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered in the Niwan Palace. Mu Xingqiu originally planned to use them to fight the external mana, but in the end he couldn't move at all. They stagnated, tightly surrounding the inner elixir that had stopped rotating.

Snapped.

There was a crisp sound.

Only Mu Xingqiu could hear it, because it came from the inner alchemy. The broken inner alchemy was reintegrated in the ultimate pain.

The arrow-like mind-control technique shot out again.

Mu Xingqiu waved his fist again, and this time he could feel the real power.