Exorcism

Feixiao is not a very big Xuanwu. The diameter of its back shell is only a little over two feet, which is much larger than ordinary turtles, but much smaller than the other two Xuanwu.

But it can speak.

There are some strange beasts that can understand the language of humans or monsters, but they cannot speak it themselves. Even the spiritual beasts that have been raised by Taoists for a long time and are smart enough to figure out the thoughts of Taoist priests cannot speak.

The snake-like neck swayed in the sea water, and then a head popped out, turning to look at its own shell.

The head resembles that of an eighty or ninety-year-old man. He has no hair or beard, and even the top of his head is wrinkled. His mouth is flat and his nose is flat, but his two eyes are surprisingly large, taking up almost half of his face.

What Feixiao saw was the female Taoist priest and the black phoenix hovering in the air. He blinked his eyes, continued to turn his head, and asked again: "Who woke me up?"

Surprise flashed through Mu Xingqiu's heart. He immediately alerted, rushed out of Yang Qingyin's Niwan Palace, and used his true and illusory body to place a powerful restriction in the air.

Yang Qingyin slowly fell down and fell asleep on her arms. The black phoenix descended from the sky and covered her with its wings and tail feathers. Then she looked up at the light blue Mu Xingqiu, with a bit of curiosity in her stern eyes.

Mu Xingqiu cast spells one after another, using mind illusion spells and natural spells. He created eleven levels of restrictions in a very short time, and sent out a pathfinding spell to check the surrounding situation.

Feixiao's location was about forty or fifty miles away from Zhaoshan. The sun had just risen and there were no clouds in the sky. The demon ship and the beast master's spaceship were all gone.

The pathfinding spell found its target, and Fei Xiao's gaze happened to look over, and his two big eyes blinked again, "I don't know you, and I didn't offend you."

Something flickered in the air for a few times, and the person who came finally revealed his true identity. He was an old man with a pale appearance. He had no demonic features, but was wearing a magician's robe, with long gray hair hanging behind him.

"You are a Taoist priest." Mu Xingqiu did not recognize this old man, but he could see the style of a Taoist priest from his expression and behavior. For example, his right hand was placed in front of his abdomen and his left hand was behind his back. Although the wide sleeves of his robe covered his palms, This gesture is a bit like a Taoist ritual.

The old man did not bow, but lowered his eyes as a nod, "The Taoist fire will never go out." He paused for a while, as if thinking about the meaning of this sentence, "I used to be a Taoist priest, just like you, I Withdrew from Taoism and is now an unknown person. Pangshan disciple Mu Xingqiu, how did you become like this? You came out of Zhibu State? That's impossible. I vaguely heard someone say that you are a magician. If it is a real illusion, it is easy to explain. The beast master wanted to command the world in the name of Mu Xingqiu, so he created an illusion. "

Of course Mu Xingqiu would not argue on this matter, "Izumojiao did not complete the mission, so King Sheshen sent you here through the king's veins. If I am not wrong, you should be an Taoist hermit, right?"

"Hermit? That was his former identity. The world is so turbulent, how can there be a hiding place for a hermit?"

"You can follow the Tao and retreat together."

"As an illusion, you have so many problems." The old man laughed and shook his head, "There are indeed some hermits who have returned to the Taoist tradition, but I will not do that because it violates my original oath. In short, I chose to withdraw from the Taoist tradition. , hand over the Niwan Palace inheritance and stay in the world to follow a more difficult path."

"The so-called difficult path is to seek refuge with the King of Sacrifice?"

"Haha, although I don't like the word 'take refuge', what you said is not a big mistake. To put it simply, I want to take this old Xuanwu back, but I can't let the demons know about it, so I have to ask the beast The teacher takes the blame. Alas, that was not the plan, but it is a pity..."

In the original plan, the second-grade sorcerer Qi Xantian was the only demon clan related to the country of sacrifice, but the arrival of Mu Xingqiu and Tuo Yong changed the direction of the entire plan.

Fei Xiao kept turning his head to look at the old man, blinking from time to time. When he noticed the other man's gaze, he repeated: "I don't know you, and I have never offended you."

"Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years and possessing incredible power, Fei Xiao actually only cultivated a head that is close to a human being. I can understand why Zuo Liuying wanted to create a method of refining beasts. These strange beasts are so stupid. It is outrageous that with the wisdom of a Taoist priest, it is possible to become a first-class strong man. Zuo Liuying is actually not a real pioneer. As early as the period of the Dao Demon War, Taoism had already used spiritual beasts to fight. It just goes further, making the relationship between cultivators and strange beasts closer, and even dividing the nine realms of Taoism."

The hermit stared at Fei Xiao, but his words seemed to be talking to himself, showing his disdain for Zuo Liuying.

Fei Xiao was still confused, his eyes blinking non-stop. As a strange beast, although it was proficient in human language, it did not have complex thinking. It did not understand many things and did not need to understand. Between the two choices of avoidance and attack In between, he followed his instincts.

Feixiao completely dived into the water, and the black phoenix grabbed Yang Qingyin and flew up. She was transformed by the demon clan, had much higher intelligence, and knew to hide within Mu Xingqiu's restriction.

Feixiao appeared several miles away, as if it had hit a wall. After changing directions three times and being unable to escape, it finally got angry and opened its mouth - the mouth looked dry and thin, but after opening it, it turned out to be extremely... It was so big that it pushed its eyes almost to the back of its head - spitting out a blood-red sphere that was almost the same as its head, and rushed towards the hermit at extremely high speed.

"Finally I'm willing to spit it out." The old man had been waiting for this moment. He summoned an iron ruler with his right hand and held a small bronze mirror with his left hand. The blood ball stopped when it was seven or eight feet away from him, trembling slightly, suddenly burning, and then gradually Zoom out and the color gets darker.

This is the spirit elixir that Fei Xiao worked so hard to refine.

Feixiao became even more angry and spat out twelve blood-red spirit pills one after another. Ten of them attacked the hermit, and the other two actually rushed towards Mu Xingqiu and Black Phoenix respectively.

"Thief!" The third neck and head also stretched out, shouted angrily, and then spat out divine pills with the other two heads.

Of the ninety-nine spirit pills, eighty attacked the hermit, while the rest pursued Mu Xingqiu and Black Phoenix.

The hermit summoned more magic weapons, fixed all the spirit pills in the surrounding air, and cast them to burn and turn into smaller beads.

The Spirit Pill slowed down after entering the restriction set by Mu Xingqiu. The Black Phoenix could escape by flying normally. Mu Xingqiu changed several spells one after another and was able to immobilize the Spirit Pill. He allocated part of his magic power and directed it at The Hermit sent a bolt of lightning.

The hermit had already learned Mu Xingqiu's skills in Zhaoshan, and he did not dare to be careless at all. He immediately summoned five Izumo horns and simultaneously issued a shield, which stacked together to block the lightning.

"The Spirit Pills are treasures. Feixiao created them, but he can only absorb a small part of the power. It is really a waste of resources. Mu Xingqiu, accept the Spirit Pills from you and share them with the beast master. You are the ones who The enemy of the demon clan, there is no need to anger them again. Feixiao asked me to take him away as a gift to the King of Sacrifice. Things are unpredictable, and one day we may fight together. "

King Saishen is a speculator and has never been completely loyal to the Demon Clan. Mu Xingqiu believes that if the Sacrifice Kingdom really splits from the Demon Clan one day, it will be because King Saishen wants to replace the Demon Clan rather than unite with other resisters.

The Spirit Pill and Feixiao must not let the King of Sacrifice go.

"I'll subdue Fei Xiao, and you deal with the minions of the King of Sacrifice." Yang Qingyin woke up, stood on the back of the black phoenix, summoned a large number of magic weapons, and continued to use the trapping technique on Fei Xiao.

Black Phoenix carried Yang Qingyin to avoid the hotly pursuing Spirit Pill.

Fei Xiao noticed the technique of trapping the beast, and the three heads twisted uneasily. All the spirit pills that attacked Mu Xingqiu were instead tracked by the black phoenix, but the speed was even slower.

Mu Xingqiu was able to free up all his strength and no longer cover up his spells. He used all his energy to perform mental illusions. The virtual and real changes constantly, approaching the extreme of the eighth level of illusions.

When the eighth-level illusion is most powerful, it is equivalent to the realm of serving the moonlight, but that requires the cooperation of the illusion itself, spell-casting skills and inner elixir. Mu Xingqiu's illusion has no problem, and the spell-casting skills are almost perfect. The only shortcoming is three Cultivation elixirs, none of them are pure Taoist inner elixirs. When they come out of the Zest State, they are equivalent to the Starfall state. The true and illusory body cannot practice alone, and the state stops, which reduces the strength of the illusion.

Even so, Mu Xingqiu's eighth-level illusion is at least equivalent to the strength of the fourth and fifth levels of concentration, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary hermits. What is more difficult to deal with is the five Izumo horns.

The Taoist hermits brought the authentic Five Elements spells to the Kingdom of Saishen, and the Tuo clan also had their own unique method. They could concentrate the power of demons into demon weapons, and the combined power produced was far stronger than similar fish-dragon formations.

But the Izumo horn is a dead thing after all, and the spells inside it lack change. The virtual and real transformation of the telepathy illusion hit this weakness. Not long after, one of the Izumo horns broke, and the spells inside it were not even used up.

The hermit's face changed slightly, "Hey, what a real illusion."

Most of the spirit pills in the air had turned into fist-sized dark red beads. The hermit felt that enough was enough. He put away the bronze mirror, waved his left sleeve, and took in at least seventy spirit pills, and then summoned an Izumo horn. , smiled and said: "King Saishen is not so greedy. I will leave the remaining spirit pills to you. It can also be used as evidence when the demons come to ask for it. As for Fei Xiao, it is better to let me take it away."

An Izumo horn that was resisting the mental illusion technique flew towards the sky several miles away, trying to take it away with the king's veins.

Fei Xiao was in a state of confusion. He was increasingly restrained by the art of trapping beasts. Although he had not yet established a connection with any beast master, he had greatly relaxed his vigilance.

Mu Xingqiu concentrated on the mental illusion and smashed the flying Izumo horns into pieces, and then broke the remaining three Izumo horns one by one. The hermit lost his protection and had to face the mental illusion.

The hermit smiled, his figure twinkling slightly.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized that he had been fooled. The hermit had no intention of taking Fei Xiao away. What he wanted was the Spiritual Pill. The previous rhetoric and Izumojiao's actions were all to distract Mu Xingqiu.

"One day..." Just as the hermit was mid-sentence, the last Izumo horn in his hand was struck by lightning and turned into a pile of debris, but he also disappeared without a trace.

More than seventy spirit elixirs disappeared, and Feixiao's three heads suddenly opened their eyes. His anger made him escape from the trapping technique.