Exorcism

The fight had already begun, but Mu Xingqiu hadn't found the enemy yet. Suddenly, his palm seemed to be stung by a bee. He looked down and saw that the two drops of mucus that were normal just now were about to leave his palm. They had risen three or four inches and brought up a small piece of skin. The pain came from here.

Mu Xingqiu had been secretly performing the fifth level of illusion. At this time, he hurriedly rose to the seventh level. The mucus returned to its original place, but it was not very honest. It swayed from side to side, as if it wanted to escape.

The situation was a bit embarrassing for Mu Xingqiu. The powerful illusion could awaken the power of the water in the sword washing pool and transform it into the weapon he needed most, but Mu Xingqiu had to find the target first to know what he wanted and what the water in the sword washing pool should become.

Zhou Qi obviously understood this characteristic of the sword washing pool, so he simply didn't show up. He had suffered from underestimating the enemy several times in a row and would not make the same mistake again. In his heart, he still despised Mu Xingqiu, whose inner elixir was not pure, but it did not prevent him from taking this fight with the most serious attitude.

"The seventh level of Mind Illusion." Zhou Qi saw through Mu Xingqiu's true colors. "You can only drive a tiny bit of the power of the Sword Washing Pool. This is not enough, far from enough..."

Mu Xingqiu had a whip in each of his hands. This was not his lightning whip, but a magical weapon made from the water of the Sword Washing Pool. Mu Xingqiu opened his arms, and the whip instantly grew to five or six feet long. A large amount of lightning shot out from the tip of the whip, quickly occupying a large amount of space.

Since he couldn't find the target, Mu Xingqiu simply attacked the Taoist restrictions that permeated the surroundings.

There was a crackling sound, and more lightning appeared in the air. That was the reaction of Zhou Qi's restrictions, which entangled with the lightning of Mind Illusion, forming a dense net that covered the land for several miles.

The quiet forest was no longer quiet, and the birds and beasts that had been hiding before were running around in panic, chirping.

Shen Shang stood beside Mu Xingqiu. He was frightened by the lightning in the sky, but he immediately laughed out loud. "Zhou Qi, you are still so timid after you have been possessed by the devil. Why don't you come out and fight openly? Are you afraid of a young Taoist priest who is less than 30 years old? Compared with you, he is just a baby... uh, Mu Xingqiu, you are indeed less than 30 years old, right?"

Mu Xingqiu nodded and said nothing. He was using all his strength to perform the seventh-level illusion. With the sword-washing pool in hand, he could indeed greatly enhance the power of the illusion, but this was not enough to defeat the Taoist priest. He had to become stronger, at least from seven functions to eight functions.

Just like in the dragon cave, he was still only a little short of the eighth level of illusion. It was a tiny little bit. Mu Xingqiu felt that he was not lacking in strength, but was bound by something, like a dog with a rope tied around its neck. No matter how hard it tried, it could not run out of the range of the rope unless it could break free of the rope.

The difference between Mu Xingqiu and the eighth level of illusion was this little bit of strength. It was not that he was lacking in strength, but that he had the strength but could not use it.

The inner elixir in Mu Xingqiu's Niwan Palace was spinning faster and faster, giving rise to more magical powers that combined Taoism and demonism, soaking every drop of blood and every piece of flesh in his body, and then dispersing directly from his palms with illusions, turning into lightning.

Shen Shang was still laughing at Zhou Qi, but it was too difficult to anger a Taoist priest who was in charge of the spirit. Even though Zhou Qi had been possessed by a demon, he didn't care about such verbal sarcasm. He was concentrating on fighting Mu Xingqiu.

The intertwined lightning net was gradually expanding and slowly lowering. Mu Xingqiu stopped because the lightning net was about to touch the ice monster and the bald man in his hand a hundred steps away.

The surrounding restrictions were still there, not weakened at all. Zhou Qi did not pursue the victory and also retracted the lightning. "I have given you the opportunity to cast a spell, Mu Xingqiu, now it's your turn."

"Zhou Qi, you are a Taoist priest who is in charge of the spirit. Shouldn't you give in three moves in a row?" Shen Shang shouted.

Zhou Qi's answer was a gust of wind that gradually blew out of the forest. Although the wind was strong, it did not bring a single snowflake, and the ice monster standing at the edge of the forest was not affected at all.

Mu Xingqiu took a step forward and blocked Shen Shang. He wanted to continue to use the lightning of mind to fight back. When the gust of wind was about to hit him, he changed his mind, raised his fist and squatted, using the bone-forging fist. The whip transformed by the sword-washing pool disappeared and turned into two silver shields in an instant.

Bang bang... a series of loud noises, the gust of wind transformed into translucent beasts, crashed into the shields and turned into nothing, and more beasts followed one after another, launching sieges from all directions.

Mu Xingqiu waved the two shields in his hands with the bone-forging fist, tightly protecting the narrow area within a few feet around him. This time, the competition was not only about strength, but also speed. If he was a little slower, the wind beasts would squeeze in. Mu Xingqiu's resistance to spells was much stronger than that of ordinary big monsters, but even he could not resist the spells of the infusion realm purely with his flesh.

The strong wind continued, and Mu Xingqiu's arms did not stop. Although there were only two shields, they formed six uninterrupted walls from top to bottom, left to right, front to right, leaving no loopholes for the wind beast.

The place was narrow, so Shen Shang had to stay still, but his mouth refused to stop, "Hey, this is not a Taoist magic, Zhou Qi, you have forgotten your roots."

After Zhou Qi practiced the Demon Lord's righteous law, he got in touch with the demons in the void, and thus learned more magic spells of the demon clan. Now, he can switch between Taoist magic and demon magic at will, and either one is very powerful.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't think so much, he had to concentrate all his mind on dancing with the shield, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

The strong wind from Zhou Qi lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour. When it finally stopped, Mu Xingqiu's arms and shoulders ached slightly. If it weren't for the two drops of sword washing pool water left by the bald man, he wouldn't be able to take even one move.

"Zhou Qi, there are so many divine Taoist priests in the Nine Dao Dao Order, but you are the weakest, and you are even tied with a baby Taoist priest." Shen Shang did not miss the opportunity to laugh, even though he knew it was useless, he still wanted to express his anger. .

"That's it for tangible spells." Zhou Qi only spoke to Mu Xingqiu. "Isn't there two types of illusions of mind and heart? Let me see the illusion of emptiness. Mind of mind comes from the magic door. We can just do it together. Higher."

Mu Xingqiu released the Wuxu Illusion Technique. Since there was no way to escape, he left part of the illusion to protect himself, and divided the other part to quickly patrol the surrounding space.

Mu Xingqiu was at a natural disadvantage. He was standing in the snow. Zhou Qi could see him, but he couldn't find Zhou Qi's location or even the general direction.

Shen Shang could only vaguely feel spells floating around him, but could not see anything. He was afraid of affecting Mu Xingqiu's spellcasting, so he did not even dare to say anything. At the same time, he consciously strengthened his power of three fields to protect him. He did not want to be in the middle of a fight between the two powers. and fell victim to a casual blow.

Mu Xingqiu did not find Zhou Qi's emotions, but he encountered a force that was very similar to the illusion of mind. This was the first time he had ever experienced it.

Except for Xiao Hao, who has not yet become a master, Mu Xingqiu is the only Nianxin disciple. The Taoist Five Elements Water Illusion and the Monster Illusion each have their own methods, which are completely different from the Nianxin Illusion. The two sides can only compete in the formed illusion. The illusion itself Cannot compete directly.

This time it was different. Mu Xingqiu's illusion did not capture any emotions, nor did he see any illusions. He directly encountered the illusion.

It is said to be a ball because Zhou Qi's illusion covers a large area, but Mu Xingqiu's illusion is strip-like and filament-like like lightning.

Mu Xingqiu felt dizzy and realized that his illusions were being swallowed by the opponent, so he hurriedly sent out all the illusions he had left to protect himself.

The two illusions were fighting together. Even Mu Xingqiu himself couldn't see the location and form of the illusion. He could only control the movement of the illusion based on his feelings.

Zhou Qi is obviously the same. His illusions are more powerful and he always wants to swallow Mu Xingqiu's illusions in one gulp.

The water in the sword-washing pool in Mu Xingqiu's hand turned into two orbs. He used the seventh level of the mental illusion to its extreme. It was different from ordinary Taoist spells. If he wanted to activate the full power of the mental illusion, his body had to cooperate, and he couldn't deal with it. For a target that was too powerful, Mu Xingqiu could only use the mental method of leading the beast to nine transformations, but facing a Taoist priest who focused on the mind, he could not be so leisurely. He had to use his hands and feet to hit the bone-forging fist at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye four or five times, he could perform a complete set of dozens of punches without skipping any movement. Even though Shen Shang next to him had his third eye, his vision was dazzled.

After fighting for a while with illusions, Mu Xingqiu was slightly inferior, but he was able to protect himself. At this moment, the orb in his left hand suddenly left his palm and slowly rose into the air.

Mu Xingqiu was concentrating on performing illusions, but he couldn't spare any energy to keep the orb.

Zhou Qi did not keep his promise and only used illusions and other spells. His strength was enough to separate the two armies, but Mu Xingqiu was not.

The orb is the water in the sword-washing pond. Although there is only one drop, it does not affect the casting of spells. But once Zhou Qi gets a drop, his strength will be greatly increased, far surpassing Mu Xingqiu's.

"A drop is a pool." Zhou Qi's voice sounded, "Yashan is unwilling to separate the water of the pool, because when one is prosperous, there is also a loss. If a drop of water is damaged, the entire sword-washing pool will become weaker. Asan does not It was a huge mistake to insist on returning the sword-washing pond water.”

"That's because Yashan is one of the Nine Dao Traditions after all, and the Taoist priests still want to save face." Shen Shang answered for Mu Xingqiu. He was tired of doing nothing in this fight and wanted to pounce to take back the orb, but he knew how to do so. It's useless and will only cost you your own life.

Having just experienced a near-death battle, Shen Shang didn't care about death. He only had one hope that his death could be of some help.

"It would be great if I could break the pill, although that would kill Mu Xingqiu as well." Shen Shang said to himself. His not fearing death was just a rational decision. He still wanted to live emotionally, so he didn't. In fact, he has never learned the art of breaking pills at all, he can only talk about it casually.

But he really wanted to help.

Mu Xingqiu said to him with all his heart: "Cancel your protective power, I need your inner elixir."

Shen Shang was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence, but he immediately nodded firmly.

Mu Xingqiu can only use the mental illusion technique now. He needs the complete meridians and three fields of the Taoist priest to cast a real Taoist spell.

Suppressing your own protective power and actively letting another person control your brain requires not only strong self-control, but also absolute trust. Shen Shang was much worse than Yang Qingyin in both aspects, but Mu Xingqiu still broke into his mind and successfully cast a common spell.

The jade ax containing the soul of Marquis Meng Yuan appeared in the air.

Zhou Qi recognized all the magic weapons and spells of Dengzhuke, and even recognized that the soul in the jade ax was extremely unique. He then sneered and despised the other party's overestimation of his own abilities. Could it be that Mu Xingqiu didn't understand that a man who was obsessed with concentrating on souls and studying souls Do the Taoist priests of the Forbidden Mysteries know more about souls than the real Taoist priests of the Dengzhu Branch?

Mu Xingqiu understood.