Exorcism

Chapter 1002: Go and Return

The human figure transformed from the black smoke did not return to the Niwan Palace, but disappeared directly into the air. Mu Xingqiu felt relieved, and the jumping feeling in his mind and the reluctance lingering in his heart also disappeared, followed by a strong anger.

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

Who asked him to leave his magic quietly? 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 lot of external magic power.

He flew high into the sky, 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 Tianmu could not bear it. Looking down, the earth was vast and presented a beautiful arc. The mountains lost their height, the rivers lost their length, all things fell into stillness, and all living beings disappeared. The catastrophe of the five elements once raged on the ground, but now there was no trace of it left.

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

The mana in his body has not been fully released yet. Mu Xingqiu turned his head downwards, breaking through the resistance of the air, enduring the knife and axe of the strong wind. The ground gradually enlarged, and the signs of destruction became clear. Mountains collapsed, rivers overflowed, and gravel was everywhere. There were burnt grass and traces of storms everywhere. Occasionally, there was smoke rising and black spots shaking. They were surviving mortals who were still struggling to survive.

Something fell out of the small leather bag at his waist. Mu Xingqiu immediately reached out and grabbed it. He felt very strange. The leather bag was blessed with magic. Without thinking, no items could enter or leave. Looking at the things that 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 hidden in it and were to be given to a female Taoist named Qin Lingshuang.

Mu Xingqiu had tried to read the secrets in the incense burner, but failed. Now it jumped out by itself. Mu Xingqiu immediately thought of Zuo Liuying. This was too much like his handwriting: he knew everything, but refused to reveal a single word, and then unexpectedly threw out a spell or an object.

Mu Xingqiu poured the excess mana into the incense burner, wanting to destroy it and see what it wanted to show.

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

Most of the memories were words, strange words that Mu Xingqiu didn't recognize. There were also dozens of images, all of which were different Taoists demonstrating complex spellcasting techniques. They wore Taoist robes, but their bodies were translucent. The spells in their hands changed rapidly, the mana in their meridians was like the wind and clouds, and the magic devices in their hands were all rare treasures.

Mu Xingqiu was fascinated by it, forgetting that he was falling, forgetting how far the earth was, and forgetting the struggles of all living beings.

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

The surviving thirty or so talisman masters approached cautiously, looked at the guy in the pit, looked at the local cauldron next to him, and then looked in the direction where Grandmaster Zhao Chuye flew away, all of them were emotionally broken.

Less than an hour ago, they were still lazily staying on the tower, hiding under the wings of the strong, not caring about the life and death of mortals. Suddenly, the tower collapsed, the local cauldron fell, the grandmaster ran away, and his companions died. They were exposed to the powerful destruction spell like ordinary mortals.

"Mu Feidian was obviously defeated, why did the grandmaster leave?" The talisman masters did not see the process of the fight, so they did not know that Zhao Chuye was pointed by the black smoke figure.

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

"He will definitely come back. The Place Tripod and the Indomitable Talisman are still here."

Everyone was silent for a while, and a talisman master said worriedly: "Will the Grandmaster...get the Demon Soul and no longer need the Indomitable Talisman?"

"You are such a jinx! The Grandmaster is back, let's see if you still have the nerve to see him!" Several talisman masters shouted in unison. In fact, they all had this idea in their minds, but they didn't dare to say it out loud, fearing that it would really become a reality.

After a while, they didn't mention or accept the fact that the Grandmaster really abandoned them.

"It's all Mu Feidian's fault. Everything was going according to plan. When he came, everything went wrong." 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 while, and no one knew what to do next.

A weak voice sounded from nearby, "Save...save me. "

Zheng Tianyuan was knocked away by his own talisman and fell into a pile of rocks. He was unconscious for a while, and found himself seriously injured after waking up. The master's spells were precise, life or death, unconsciousness or pain, but the out-of-control talisman was not so accurate, and a long wound was cut on the master's chest. The blood had dyed half of his body red.

The talisman master glanced at him, and no one went to help.

"Take the local tripod and go find the master, or... or find another Taoist priest. The Taoist Tower has collapsed, and there must be more than one Taoist priest who survived. "One person came up with an idea.

"The water attack will arrive tonight, and there is only half a day left. Where can we find a Taoist priest?"

"That's better than waiting to die here. Don't fantasize. Master Zhao can't come back."

"What to bring? He's dead. ”

When the tower collapsed and the tripod fell, Huangfu Yanghao was unable to dodge and his legs were hit. He died instantly without making a sound.

"Alas, who else could have been hit but him?" The talisman masters were deeply regretful.

"Please, someone help me." Zheng Tianyuan was still begging.

Several talisman masters cast talismans and manipulated the local cauldron to rise, while others protected it and flew up with it.

"Don't, don't leave me behind!" Zheng Tianyuan was horrified when he saw his companions were about to leave. He tried hard to sit up, then coughed up a mouthful of blood and dared not move again.

A talisman master turned his head and said to his injured companion on the ground: "Zheng Tianyuan, we all agreed to accept the heart of a Taoist priest. Even relatives were not saved, let alone you? Don't cry like ordinary people, face death calmly, this is also part of the heart of a Taoist priest."

Everyone flew away protecting the local cauldron.

Zheng Tianyuan sat in the pile of rocks in a daze, watching the blood on his body flow to the ground little by little. He didn't dare to move, but his heart was not calm at all. The talisman master only wanted to have the ruthlessness of a high-level Taoist priest, but he was still far from the heart of a true Taoist priest. Facing death, he was no different from the most ordinary mortal.

"Who, who will save me? I am... I am the seven-crown talisman master of Longbin Society. I have many talismans... and gold and silver. I am willing... I am willing..." Zheng Tianyuan talked to himself weakly. Suddenly, he heard a voice nearby. He raised his head and looked diagonally forward.

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

Zheng Tianyuan was surprised. "You, you are... you are General Mu? How did you come here? No, no, you came just in time. Please save me. You have helped so many mortals..."

Mu Xingqiu was confused. He fell into a deep pit and was knocked unconscious. However, his mind did not stop. He was still watching the complicated spellcasting scenes until he finished watching them all and then climbed out.

He raised his hand and touched his face, and found that the pits had disappeared. Then he realized that Zuo Liuying had left a spell in the Niwan Palace while disguising himself. The two might be the same thing. The black smoke dissipated, and the disguise was invalid.

"I am not General Mu. My name is Mu Xingqiu." Out of rebellious psychology against Zuo Liuying, he decided not to use a pseudonym anymore.

Zheng Tianyuan was stunned. Aren't General Mu and Mu Xingqiu the same person? "No matter who you are, please save me."

Mu Xingqiu approached. He didn't know much about healing, but he knew the result after taking a look with his celestial eyes. "There's no hope. Your internal organs are 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 I can live, I'm willing to pay any price."

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

"You don't deserve to be called a strong man, let alone to be in charge of all living beings." Zheng Tianyuan said viciously, lowering his head weakly, watching the blood flow, feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, "Why am I dying? Why am I alive? If I had known this... my parents, wife and children are all in Fuhai City, they... they must have died. The catastrophe of the five elements is all over the world, and they can't escape. If we can still get together after death, I want... I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Mu Xingqiu stepped back, his mood was indescribable. He stepped on a person's arm and hurriedly made way. It was another dead talisman master.

Huangfu Yanghao wrote a talisman that he was most satisfied with, but he had no chance to see it being sacrificed. He lay there with his arms spread out and his eyes wide open, as if he was very dissatisfied with his own misfortune.

Mu Xingqiu was about to leave when he saw something fall out of Huangfu Yanghao's arms, a large number of small paper bags, and a book.

Zhao Chuye had mentioned a plan and also recruited a group of talisman masters. He was obviously very concerned about the talisman department that had separated from the Taoist tradition.

Mu Xingqiu then picked up the book and cast a spell to put all the small paper bags into the small leather bag on his waist.

The book recorded some methods of writing talismans, which were not originally created by Huangfu Yanghao. He added detailed annotations after each one, which were either praise or criticism or addition or deletion. Sometimes they were purely to express his feelings. The content varied. It can be seen that he spent a lot of effort in this regard.

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 him: "Where is the local tripod? Where is Zuo Liuying?"

Zhao Chuye went and came back, but the talisman masters had already left with the local tripod.

Mu Xingqiu did not answer, nor did he 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. He no longer had the indifference of a high-level Taoist priest, and revealed an obvious murderous intent.

His Taoist heart was broken.

Mu Xingqiu put his left hand behind his back and changed the magic formula according to one of the memories he had just seen. The magic power in his body was still running, but there were no magic details that could be stored in his Niwan Palace, and there was no magic weapon in his right hand - there were many things hidden in the small leather bag, but none of them could be used to perform advanced magic.

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

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