Exorcism

"This is an illusion!" An Xiangxing was angry. He is a nearly 900-year-old Xingluo Taoist priest. He also has the third eye. He can see more and more clearly than the Xingxia Taoist priest. The magic has no place to hide in his eyes. The speed is as slow as a snail crawling, and someone dares to deceive his eyes with illusions.

"Your old eyesight is dim." Yang Qingyin was confused. Except for Mu Xingqiu's hut, she didn't notice any illusions, and the Taoist priests' joy and anger are usually invisible. When An Xiangxing was ridiculed by Zuo Liuying, he didn't get angry, just because he didn't Is it a shame to be able to break the restriction with one move?

The two Taoist priests in the air didn't think so. They were led by An Xiangxing and knew that he would never talk nonsense in this situation, so they each summoned a bronze mirror to shine on each other. The two beams of light met in the air and merged into one. The beam of light, redirected, swept back and forth across the restriction.

Wherever the mirror light shines, the restriction shows its true face, with dozens of spells of different shapes criss-crossing each other, each with different functions. This is a powerful spell, but it is not powerful enough to surprise Taoist Xingluo.

The two Taoist priests looked at An Xiangxing on the ground in confusion. They didn't understand what he was afraid of, and they didn't even dare to move his outstretched arms.

"This is an illusion." An Xiangxing said again, his expression becoming more solemn, his eyes fixed on the restriction touched by his left hand, without even looking at anyone else.

His words finally had an effect. The two Taoist priests did not dare to act rashly. Yang Qingyin was also a little confused, "Where did the illusion come from? Nothing has changed."

Yin Buchen raised his head and winked at Yang Qingyin, signaling her not to tell the truth all the time, but his wet eyes blinked almost dry and did not attract Yang Qingyin's attention.

"Do you want our help?" An old Taoist priest in the air finally couldn't help asking. In his opinion, An Xiangxing stood there motionless and was blocked by an ordinary restriction. It was too incredible.

"This is an illusion..." An Xiangxing's voice and left arm were trembling slightly at the same time. His right hand held the crutch tightly, and his knuckles turned white, as if this was his only support, and if he let go, his whole body would be blown away by the violent storm. swept away.

Yang Qingyin was a little convinced. Although An Xiangxing was not a good Taoist priest, but he could scare him to the point of trembling, something must be different. She said to Yin Buchen, "Go and take a look. Is there anything special about the restriction?"

"Ah, why me? Gao Fuwei can sacrifice a talisman..."

"Because you are too timid and need training. You don't think I really need a timid person, do you?"

"I'm either timid, or...it's just...Ling Wang's spell is too powerful, just looking at it can make my legs weak..." Yin Buchen said flattering words, but he didn't dare to move his feet. He moved and walked toward An Xiangxing in the first few steps. He quickly changed his mind, staggered away from the old Taoist priest, and walked to the edge of the ban step by step.

The two Taoist priests in the air had already retracted the bronze mirror. Yin Buchen could not see the forbidden form, so he could only stretch out his hand and slowly fumble, "Please forgive me, King Ling. My ability is too low and I can't help it..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Buchen suddenly knelt down, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body went limp. Like An Xiangxing, his right arm was hanging in the air and he did not dare to take it back. His left hand was held under his arm, shaking. more serious.

Compared with Yin Buchen, An Xiangxing is much calmer.

"Old gentleman... have mercy on me... have mercy on me..." Yin Buchen began to sob.

Yang Qingyin had to believe it this time. She asked Yin Buchen to check if there was any illusion. It was not because he was timid, but because he had already noticed and heard from Xiaohao that the half-demon reacted particularly violently to Mu Xingqiu's illusion. , even a harmless illusion can make him tremble with fear.

She turned around and looked at the fantasy hut, "What kind of tricks is Mu Xingqiu doing? The tribulation is completed? Why don't you just come out?"

"It's not Mu Xingqiu, it can't be him!" An Xiangxing initially thought it was Mu Xingqiu, but as the illusion became stronger, he had a new view, "It's Zuo Liuying, yes, it's him, he He didn’t spit out pills at all, this was all a trap set by him.”

The two Taoist priests in the air were startled. Like An Xiangxing, they were most afraid of Zuo Liuying and wanted to escape. They were embarrassed and wanted to help, but they had no confidence.

"You are not only timid, but also confused. Can't you see that Zuo Liuying has no magic power?" Yang Qingyin looked down upon An Xiangxing even more.

"That's all an illusion. Did you see Zuo Liuying vomiting pills with your own eyes?"

"I..." Yang Qingyin was speechless for a moment. When Zuo Liuying spit out the elixir, only Mu Xingqiu was present, and the others didn't even see the inner elixir he spit out. However, Zuo Liuying was afraid of the cold and was weak, so he had to eat at least two meals a day. , has a good appetite like a beast monster, these are all obvious mortal characteristics.

"Hey, this is Zuo Liuying. When he wants to deceive someone, he always hides himself. No one can create such a powerful illusion except him. He doesn't even change his appearance..." An Xiangxing The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and I finally understood why the magic Taoist priest Wangshan didn't come to snatch the water from the sword-washing pool. It must have been because of Zuo Liuying.

Yang Qingyin signaled Gao Fuwei to bring Yin Buchen back. It didn't matter who cast the illusion. The key was that she won without using any moves. So she said with a smile: "Do you still want to wash the sword in the pond? Or do you still want to wash the sword with water?" I want an extra cane.”

An Xiangxing's face turned red and white. He pondered for a long time and whispered: "Please come out Zuo Liuying."

"Ha." Yang Qingyin laughed, and there was a sudden noise in the air. It turned out that it was the other two old Taoist priests who took action.

The two released their long-awaited spells, and the two colorful dragons rushed towards the restriction. But their purpose was not to break the restriction or take advantage of the opportunity to save people, but to escape. As soon as the spell was released, the two of them turned around and flew towards the way they came.

Yang Qingyin swung the Laoqun Demonic Palm in her hand to release the lunar fire, but she stopped in time because there was no need for it.

The two colorful spells flew a few feet away before they turned around and chased their master, mercilessly crashing into him. The two Taoist priests were completely unprepared. Their backs were hit by their own spells, and they screamed and fell to the ground.

The strange thing is that they did not fall straight down, but flew diagonally towards Yang Qingyin and others, and then hung at the restricted height, unable to move, like two insects stuck in a spider web.

The spells they had stored in front of them had been replaced by illusions without even realizing it.

Xiao Hao and Bald Man laughed, and the flea blinked in confusion. It originally flew above the restriction, but then landed a distance and returned to the restriction without encountering any obstruction.

Even Yang Qingyin was surprised. This was not just an illusion. There were other more powerful spells attached to it. An Xiangxiang couldn't see through it, and she couldn't see through it either. Mu Xingqiu didn't seem to be like this even if he wasn't in the midst of the tribulation. Big ability.

"We have something to discuss. Please come out to Zuo Liuying. We are not possessed yet, so we have no choice but to turn to Wangshan." An Xiangxing gave up his last bit of dignity and was convinced that he had completely fallen into Zuo Liuying's trap.

"'Xiao Zuo' is resting. No one can disturb him. If you have anything to say, just tell me, 'Old Yang'." Yang Qingyin still had doubts in her heart, but she didn't want to show it in front of the enemy.

An Xiangxing glanced at Zuo Liuying's tent and knew that he would not come out again, so he had to say to "Lao Yang": "Please let us go."

"Give me a reason." Yang Qingyin put away the Taiyin Fire.

"I said before that Wangshan changed his strategy and started looking for allies. The whole country of Sheshen has surrendered. But I know that not all demon clans are willing, but they dare not openly oppose King Sheshen and Wangshan. They need strong help. We The three of them have been living in seclusion in the country of Saishen and can be introduced to them."

"Hey, you're really smart, you change your mind so quickly."

An Xiangxing ignored Yang Qingyin's sarcasm, "Strictly speaking, we have never been Wangshan's accomplices. We just want to keep the inner elixir and extend our lifespan, so..."

"We can't do anything to protect your health and prolong your life." Yang Qingyin answered simply.

"We will figure out a solution for those two things ourselves. Since they have fallen into Zuo Liuying's hands, we have nothing to say. We only want to change our lives, without any conditions."

Yang Qingyin thought for a while, "No, you are all reneging on your word and are not worthy of trust. If we are soft-hearted for a moment, you may lead us into a trap, unless..."

Yang Qingyin looked around and said to Yin Buchen, who was still paralyzed on the ground but no longer trembling: "You have the most crooked ways. Is there any way to prevent these three old Taoist priests from betraying their faith in the future?"

Yin Buchen still had the influence of the illusion on his body. He looked at Yang Qingyin blankly, not understanding what she meant. However, An Xiangxing had already reacted, "Taoist Yang can trust us. Even Wangshan has not treated us..."

"So you changed your mind when you said you changed your mind. Wangshan must regret it very much." Yang Qingyin nodded with deep understanding and said to Yin Buchen: "Didn't you and Mr. Yishi learn any evil magic? Using flesh and blood Sacrifice, the kind that makes the other party not have second thoughts? "

"Oh, I understand, there is this." Yin Buchen finally woke up and was very excited. He stood up and said, "I know at least thirteen kinds of magic, and he wouldn't dare to use it on the Taoist priest. Betrayal is a little more troublesome and somewhat harmful to the body.”

"Is it harmful to me?"

Yin Buchen shook his head, "It will only harm those who accept black magic."

"That's no problem. Choose the most vicious magic trick for me." Yang Qingyin geared up.

The two Taoist priests hanging in the air were struggling and shouting not to use sorcery. An Xiangxing's expression also changed. Most sorcery involves sacrifice, ranging from sucking blood and gouging out flesh to severely mutilating limbs. No Taoist priest is willing to undergo such a thing. A punishment, "Wait, I have something more to say."

"Say it."

"You have to tell Mu Xingqiu about this."

"Stop talking nonsense, I make the decision now."

"Wangshan Taoist priest stole a demon statue from Zhan Mo Mountain, and a banshee named Long Mo - I know their whereabouts and can reveal them, but you can't use witchcraft on us..."

Mu Xingqiu walked out of the hut at this moment.