Exorcism

Jin Cu felt like there was a mountain pressing on her, blocking her sight and hearing. Her chest was sinking a little bit, and she couldn't breathe in fresh air or breathe out dirty air. If she continued like this, she would explode like Bing Kui.

Jin Cu concentrated all his strength to lift the mountain on his body, and every hair on his body was involved. He no longer cared about life or death, he just wanted to take a breath of joy. This ubiquitous feeling of depression really made him endure it for a moment longer.

The mountain finally moved away, and Jin Cuo saw light, snow and faces. He didn't care, his chest heaved and he breathed greedily.

"King Fan is not dead, King Fan is still alive!" an excited voice shouted, and then more equally excited voices came in. There were more and more faces above, covering the light and snow, like there was another building. The mountain is about to come down.

Jin Cu reached out to push, and the faces spread out, but something didn't feel right. It didn't seem like he pushed the faces away with his hands, because he himself also rose up, slowly rising, and the light in front of him became brighter and brighter. The whole world is gradually becoming distorted...

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Cuo sat up suddenly and let out a roar. He remembered that he was still fighting, and a group of Bing Kui were wielding cold ice swords to attack him. He had to resist, he couldn't just do this. die.

But there was no Bingkui in front of him, only familiar faces. They were ugly, rough, and scarred, but they were all filled with joy. Jin Cu's body was supported by many hands.

Jin Cu jumped to the ground, pushed away the monsters and looked around. There were corpses everywhere, and there were potholes left after Bing Kui's explosion. Bloodstains dyed the ground red, and the snow from the sky was still falling silently. , eager to cover up the traces of death.

However, there are also many demon clans still alive. Some are surrounding Fan Wang, and some are picking up soldiers and armors among the corpses, cutting demon pills, bones and animal horns. This is the habit and tradition of the demon clan after the war. The source of their large number of artifacts.

"Stop!" Jin Cu said loudly, suddenly stunned. His two arms were stretched out in front, but the right palm was gone. It was bare. A demon youth was about to bandage him.

Jin Cu felt a sharp pain, but he shouted again, "Stop!"

The demon youth was stunned and didn't understand why Fan Wang refused to bandage the wound. Although the blood in the severed hand had frozen, it was still very dangerous.

Jin Cui pointed at the monsters who were cleaning up the battlefield, "Tell them to stop."

The beast monsters nearby immediately issued orders in various languages. All the surviving monsters, as long as they could still move, gathered over them. Those who were seriously injured also tried their best to turn their heads and look over.

"Stop cutting up the remains. They are your relatives and comrades-in-arms, and they should be respected even after death."

All the monsters were silent, finding it hard to understand King Fan's order. Finally, a beast monster holding a large number of demon pills spoke, "But without these things, we have nothing."

Because the body of the demon clan has been infiltrated by demon power for a long time, it is covered with treasures. The weapons and armors of the living demon, demon weapons, and some daily necessities are all made of various organs of the dead demon. The remains cannot be cut, which will cause the demon clan to lose Lots of useful material.

Jin Cuo glanced over and found that most of the monsters had confused expressions on their faces. He knew not to act too hastily, so he changed his words: "Collect the remains, hold a ceremony to see the deceased off, and then cut into useful things."

Jin Cuu touched his arms twice with his good left hand and took out the three statues. He found that they were not damaged at all, so he held them up in front of him and said, "The ancient gods have blessed us with defeating powerful enemies. From now on, we can only worship the statues during sacrifices." Only after worshiping the ancient god and getting its permission can you cut the body, even if only one demon survives. Respecting the deceased is to respect the future self.”

The monsters were silent again, and then a beast monster threw away the bone horns in his arms, "I hope I can get such treatment after my death."

The monsters all threw the objects they had obtained on the ground, expressing their willingness to obey King Fan's order.

Jin Cuo's whole body was as weak as a feather. He took a deep breath and then allowed the demon youth to bandage his severed hand. His eyes scanned the battlefield again. There were originally eight or nine thousand demons, but only one survived. Two thousand, this is a painful victory, so painful that it cannot bear the next time.

If Mu Xingqiu had not arrived in time, even such a tragic victory would not have been achieved. Before Jin Cu fell down, he saw Mu Xingqiu jumping up and down on Bingkui, so he asked, "Where is the demon master?"

All the demons looked to the north. The demon youth had quickly bandaged the broken wrist, pointed at Baiyue Mountain and said, "The demon master and Shen Shang went over there to find the leader of Bingkui."

"Just the two of them?" Jin Cu was shocked.

"The demon master didn't let us follow him. He said he would be back soon."

Jin Cuo looked up at the sky full of snowflakes, knowing that the battle was not over yet.

Mu Xingqiu originally wanted to go to see Zhou Qi alone, but Shen Shang insisted on following him, "I'm not of much use, but I can be a witness. I will tell everyone how terrible it is for a Taoist priest to become a demon, and I will spread the word about the demon master Mu Xing everywhere." Another great thing about Autumn.”

Shen Shang was extremely excited. He danced on the battlefield and even wanted to pull the deceased up to celebrate the victory together. Mu Xingqiu had to take him away.

Soon Mu Xingqiu felt a little regretful. Shen Shang could barely keep up, which had little effect on his speed. However, his excitement never faded. He talked too much. From the two indestructible shorts in Mu Xingqiu's hands, Jian kept talking about how unbearable he was when he drove a herd of deer to the Ice City two days ago.

"Haha, this is different from casting a spell..." Shen Shang swallowed too much wind and snowflakes and couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Mu Xingqiu moved all the way north. It was still daylight when he crossed the Moon Worshiping Mountain. It was already dusk when he walked out of the range of the Star Shifting Formation. As night fell, Shen Shang was able to cast the spell smoothly.

"Not having magic is like losing limbs. Look, I can fly again. I just crawled through that section of the road." Shen Shang's magic weapons were all thrown away, so he just cast spells and flew up and down in the air. Flying around, circling around Mu Xingqiu, making all kinds of complicated tricks, squandering his little mana.

Mu Xingqiu was still running on the ground. He tried to fly, but the meridians and Jiang Palace had been destroyed. The most basic process of Taoist spells could not be carried out. All spells could only be thought about in the mind and could not be cast.

The illusion of mind and heart was not affected. Mu Xingqiu was able to throw out a whip with lightning, and he was also able to capture Shen Shang's over-excited emotions.

The way the magic power of the demon clan operates is definitely very similar to that of the demon clan, so the mental illusion technique, which is recognized to be closely related to the demon clan, has not been greatly affected.

Mu Xingqiu slowed down. There was a large forest in front of him. It looked very deserted, but he had already felt the resistance of the spell.

Shen Shang fell from the sky, like a dead bird, and plunged into the snow, but he did not die. He stood up and wiped the snow off his face, "Ha, I feel the restriction of the Taoism. It’s really powerful, like an iron wall.”

"From now on, you have to shut up." Mu Xingqiu said.

Shen Shang was over a hundred years old, and his appearance was the same as that of an old man, but his temper was more lively than that of a child. But he knew his priorities clearly, shut up immediately, and made a series of movements on his lips with his hands to indicate that he would never speak again. .

Mu Xingqiu said loudly in the direction of the forest: "Zhou Qi, I'm here. We have another battle. Where is Mu Songxuan?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a whistling sound came from the forest, and then Zhou Qi's voice sounded, "The water in the sword-washing pool, the head actually handed over the water to you."

Mu Xingqiu glanced at the palm of his hand, where two drops of water-drop-like mucus were gently shaking, "Where's Mu Songxuan?"

Zhou Qi did not show up, but a Bingkui walked out of the forest, holding his hands together in front of his chest, without holding a sword, and supporting the bald man.

The bald man was still wrapped in mucus, glowing with colorful lights, like a weird lantern.

"Wow, the things in the bald man's head are really messy, but they are quite beautiful. Are all the monkeys dead? What a pity. I would rather let them suck my inner elixir away, so I don't have to find Yang Qingyin to accept it and then destroy it. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of her..." Shen Shang still spoke.

Taoist priests who spit out elixirs will be life-threatening. Accepting the method of re-annihilation can preserve their lifespan for more than a hundred years. If the mucus of the earth monkey absorbs all the mana of the inner elixir, they will become weaker than ordinary mortals, like a little demon flying Like flying, he won't live long, and Shen Shang's words are just a joke.

Baldy's situation is even more dangerous. His survival depends on a little demon seed in his soul. If even that is sucked out, he will die immediately.

Bingkui stopped and was only a hundred steps away from Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu did not move. There was a powerful magic restriction in front of him, making these one hundred steps an insurmountable gap. In any case, being able to see the bald man gave him a lot of peace of mind.

"Zhou Qi, do you remember me? I am Shen Shang from Pangshan. We met decades ago." Shen Shang is a Taoist disciple and always has the opportunity to meet high-ranking Taoist priests from various Taoist traditions. "I can't believe that even you You can also become possessed by demons. I remember that you have been studying the art of Soul Confinement, how is it going?"

The Taoist priests of the Forbidden Secret Department all have their own research directions. Zuo Liuying focuses on demon species, while Zhou Qi is more interested in souls. But there is only one thing he cares about at the moment, "Don't think that you and your head have deceived me. This is all Yishi-kun's trick. He told the head to give you the sword-washing pond water. He sacrificed his soul to give you this little thing."

"A little? No one dares to say that the water in the Sword Washing Pond is a little bit, right? You must know that the Sword Washing Pond is different from other Taoist treasures. A drop of water can have the power of the entire Sword Washing Pond." Shen Shang rushed to respond, looking around, looking for Zhou Qi's figure.

"A powerful magic weapon must have great power to be used. Mu Xingqiu, I saw your double swords. What else can you do? Let me see."

"You will see it. Can we start fighting?" Mu Xingqiu was also looking for Zhou Qi, but could not find him.

"Start? The fight has already started the moment you leave the Douzuanxing Shifting Formation. Mu Xingqiu, if you want to follow the Shinto priests in the fight, you have to open your eyes wider."