Exorcism

The human form turned into black smoke did not return to Niwan Palace, but disappeared directly into the air. Mu Xingqiu felt a sense of relief, and the jumping feeling in his mind and the lingering reluctance in his heart also disappeared, and what followed was It was an intense irritation.

The human form was translucent, and Mu Xingqiu could roughly recognize the appearance of the person standing behind him. It was Zuo Liuying.

Who asked him to quietly leave the spell? Who made his magic suddenly jump out to help? Mu Xingqiu was angry about this, but he had no chance to vent his anger: Zuo Liuying himself was not here, and his meridians were still crowded with a large amount of external mana.

He flew high into the sky, flying higher and higher, through the clouds, until the air was extremely thin. He had never flown so high in the sky. The sunlight was so strong that even his third eye could not bear it. Looking down, he saw that the land was vast and presented a graceful arc. The mountains had lost their height, the rivers had lost their length, everything fell into stillness, and all living beings disappeared. , the Five Elements Catastrophe once raged on the ground, but now no traces of it could be seen.

This is the world in the eyes of the most powerful, he thought. After reaching a certain level, all living beings are really insignificant.

Before the magic power in his body was completely released, Mu Xingqiu turned around and faced downwards, breaking through the resistance of the air and enduring the blows of the strong wind. The ground gradually enlarged and the signs of destruction became clear. Mountains fell, rivers overflowed, and gravel was everywhere. The burnt vegetation and traces of the storm, with the occasional rising smoke and black dots shaking, are the surviving mortals, who are still struggling to survive.

Something fell out of the small leather bag on his waist. Mu Xingqiu immediately stretched out his hand to grab it. He felt very strange. The leather bag was blessed by magic. Without thinking, nothing could be put in or out. Looking at what fell out, He was even more surprised. It was the small incense burner left to him by Zuo Liuying. It was said that some Taoist secrets were sealed inside and were to be handed over to a female Taoist priest named Qin Lingshuang.

Mu Xingqiu once tried to read the secret book in the incense burner but failed, but now it jumped out on its own. Mu Xingqiu immediately thought of Zuo Liuying, this was too much like his handiwork: he knew everything, but refused to reveal a word, and then unexpectedly threw out a spell or something.

Mu Xingqiu poured excess mana into the incense burner, not only wanting to destroy it, but also wanting to see what it wanted to show.

Memories flowed into the body like cold spring water, rushed into the empty mind, and unceremoniously found a place to stay.

Most of the memories were written in words, and Mu Xingqiu did not recognize any of the strange words. There were also dozens of images in them, in which different Taoist priests were demonstrating complex spell-casting techniques. They were wearing Taoist robes, but their bodies were translucent. The magic formula in his hand is changing rapidly, the magic power in his meridians is flowing smoothly, and the magic tools and components in his hand are all rare treasures.

Mu Xingqiu was so mesmerized that he forgot that he was falling, the distance of the earth, and the struggles of all living beings.

With a bang, he fell to the ground, making deep pits, and lay there without moving for a long time.

The thirty or so surviving talisman masters carefully came over and looked at the guy in the pit, then at the local tripod next to them, and then in the direction where Grandmaster Zhao Chuye flew away. They all collapsed emotionally.

Less than an hour ago, they were lazily staying on the city tower, hiding under the wings of the strong, not caring about the life and death of mortals. Suddenly, the city tower collapsed, the local cauldron fell, the master ran away, and his companions died. Now, they are exposed to powerful destructive spells just like ordinary mortals.

"Mu Feidian was obviously defeated, why did the Grandmaster leave?" The Talisman Masters did not see the fighting process, so they did not know that Zhao Chuye was hit by the black smoke figure.

"What on earth is going on? Is the Grandmaster coming back?"

"I'll definitely come back. The local tripod and the indomitable talisman are still here."

Everyone was silent for a while, and a talisman master said worriedly: "Will the grandmaster... have obtained the demon soul and no longer need the talisman to stand upright?"

"Crow's Mouth! The Grandmaster is back, let's see if you have the nerve to see him!" Several Talisman Masters scolded at the same time. In fact, they all had this idea in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say it out for fear that it would really become a reality.

After a while, they refused to mention or accept the facts, and the Grandmaster really abandoned them.

"We all blame... we all blame this Mu Feidian. Everything was going according to plan, but when he came, everything went into chaos." A Talisman Master said angrily, taking out a paper talisman, wanting to take revenge.

"Mu Feidian is not dead, he is still moving. Be careful, this kid is quite evil." Another Talisman Master reminded.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and no one knew what to do next.

A weak voice sounded from nearby, "Help...help me."

Zheng Tianyuan was knocked away by his own talisman and fell among a pile of rocks. He was unconscious for a while. When he woke up, he found that he was seriously injured. The master's spells have their own sense of proportion. Whether it is life or death, coma or pain, there is no trace in between. Unfortunately, the out-of-control talisman was not so accurate, and it cut a long wound on the owner's chest, and blood had already stained half of his body red.

The Talisman Master glanced at him, but no one came to help.

"Take the local tripod and go to the master, or... or find another Taoist priest. If the Taoist Tower falls, there must be more than one Fu Yuemang Taoist priest who survives." One person came up with an idea.

"Shui Gong will arrive tonight. There is only half a day left. Where should we find the Taoist priest?"

"That's better than waiting to die here. Stop fantasizing. Grandmaster Zhao can't come back."

"What are you wearing? He's dead."

When the city tower collapsed and the local tripod fell, Huangfu Yanghao failed to escape and was hit in both legs. He died without saying a word.

"Oh, it's not good to hit anyone but him." The Talisman Masters felt deeply regretful.

"Please, someone come and help me." Zheng Tianyuan was still pleading.

Several talisman masters sacrificed the talisman and controlled the local cauldron to rise. Others were around to protect it and flew up together.

"Don't, don't leave me!" Zheng Tianyuan was horrified when he saw that his companions were about to leave. He sat up with an effort, then coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and did not dare to move again.

A talisman master turned to the injured companion on the ground and said: "Zheng Tianyuan, we all agreed to accept the heart of a Taoist priest. If your loved ones are not saved, let alone you? Don't cry like a mortal and face death calmly. This is also a Taoist priest." part of the heart.”

Everyone protected the local tripod and flew away.

Zheng Tianyuan sat blankly in the pile of rocks, watching the blood on his body flowing to the ground bit by bit. He did not dare to move, and his heart was not at all peaceful. The Fu Lu Master just hoped to have the ruthlessness of a high-level Taoist priest, which was far away from a real Taoist priest. His heart is still far away. Facing death, he is no different from the most ordinary mortal.

"Who, who is going to save me? I am... I am the seventh-level crown talisman master of Longbinhui. I have many talismans... and gold and silver. I am willing... I am willing..." Zheng Tianyuan said to himself weakly, Suddenly I heard a sound nearby, I raised my head and looked diagonally forward.

A man crawled out from another pile of rocks. He was wearing a dirty Taoist robe and had short, messy hair. His face was covered with dust, but his general appearance could still be seen. His eyes were blank and determined.

Zheng Tianyuan was startled, "You, you are... you are General Mu? Why are you here? No, no, you came just in time, please save me, you have helped so many mortals..."

Mu Xingqiu was baffled. He fell into a deep pit and was beaten to pieces, but his mind did not stop. He was still watching the scenes of complicated spell casting techniques, and did not crawl out until he had seen them all.

He raised his hand and touched his face, and found that the potholes were gone, so he understood that Zuo Liuying had left a spell in Niwan Palace while disguising himself. The two might be the same thing. The black smoke dissipated, The disguise technique will no longer work.

"I am not General Mu, my name is Mu Xingqiu." Out of his rebellious mentality towards Zuo Liuying, he decided not to use a pseudonym anymore.

Zheng Tianyuan was stunned. Aren't General Mu and Mu Xingqiu the same person? "Whoever you are, please save me."

Mu Xingqiu approached. He didn't know much about healing, but he knew the result after just one look with his third eye. "It's hopeless. Your internal organs have been damaged. No one can save you."

Two lines of tears flowed from Zheng Tianyuan's eyes, "I don't want to die, as long as it allows me to live, I am willing to pay any price."

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "I can't do anything."

"You are not worthy of being called a strong man, let alone being in charge of all living beings." Zheng Tianyuan said viciously, lowering his head feebly, watching the blood flow, feeling that his body was getting weaker and weaker, "Why will I die? Why will I live? If I had known it, In this way... my parents, wife and children are all in Fuhai City. They... they must be dead. The calamity of the Five Elements is all over the world. They can't escape. If we can still be together after death, I want... I don't want to die, I don't want to die. …”

Mu Xingqiu stepped back, feeling indescribable. He stepped on someone's arm and hurriedly got out of the way. It was another dead Talisman Master.

Huangfu Yanghao wrote the talisman that he was most satisfied with, but he did not have the chance to see it being sacrificed. He lay there with his arms spread out and his eyes wide open, as if he was not convinced by his death.

Just as Mu Xingqiu was about to walk away, he saw something fall out of Huangfu Yanghao's arms, including a large number of small paper packages and a volume of books.

Zhao Chuye once mentioned a plan and roped in a group of Fu Lu masters. He was obviously very concerned about the Fu Lu Ke that had become independent from the Taoist tradition.

Mu Xingqiu then picked up the scroll, and then used a spell to put all the small paper packages into the small leather bag on his waist.

The book records some methods of writing talismans, which were not original by Huangfu Yanghao. He added detailed notes after each item, either praising or denouncing, adding or deleting. Sometimes it was just to express his mood, with varying contents. See It turns out that he spent a lot of effort on this.

Mu Xingqiu was not as obsessed with talismans as he was with pure magic. He put the scroll in his arms and was about to leave when a voice came from behind: "Where is the local tripod? Where is Zuo Liuying?"

Zhao Chuye left and returned, but the talisman masters had already left with the local tripod.

Mu Xingqiu did not answer, and there was no need to answer. There was a black spot on Zhao Chuye's forehead. The injury was not serious, but his expression was completely different from before. There was no longer the indifference of a high-level Taoist priest, and he showed the most obvious murderous intention.

His Taoist heart was broken.

Mu Xingqiu put his left hand on his back and changed the magic formula according to one of the memories he just saw. The magic power in his body was still running in the same way. However, there were no magic details in his Niwan Palace that could be remembered, and there was no magic weapon in his right hand - Xiao There are many things hidden in the leather bag, none of which can be used to cast advanced spells.

The pleated iron ruler and the flowing fire golden bell in Zhao Chuye's hand are qualified magic weapons.