Chapter 1004 Return to the Mortal World

Zhao Chuye was hit by an extremely strong force. This force came from the talisman he had sacrificed. After a circle, it returned to his body, but it no longer recognized its original owner and violently broke into the meridians and wreaked havoc.

The way of the weak was not originally used for attacking, but this was not a problem for Mu Xingqiu. He had done the process of absorbing and releasing the magic several times and was familiar with it. Moreover, he and Zhao Chuye were both flying in the air, with no place to go. This force had only one outlet.

Zhao Chuye's first reaction was to let go. After finding that he was firmly stuck, he did not panic. He cast several spells in succession, first protecting the upper, middle and lower fields, and then guiding the disobedient magic power to attack Mu Xingqiu again.

This fight was like two strong men less than ten steps apart throwing a large iron ball weighing hundreds of pounds at each other. It was necessary to use all their strength when throwing, and it was even more dangerous to catch the ball. Brute force alone would not work. It was necessary to choose the right angle and timing, and use rich skills to resolve the impact of the iron ball, and then throw it back.

Mu Xingqiu and Zhao Chuye were even closer, and when their fists met, they had less time to react. They had to accept, resolve, guide, and counterattack. Everything had to be done in an instant. Zhao Chuye's advantage was that he was proficient in the profound Taoist magic and was more relaxed. Mu Xingqiu's advantage was that he almost didn't need to think, and most of his reactions were done automatically.

Neither of them spoke, and they focused on fighting. Zhao Chuye couldn't show mercy. The devil soul was important, but saving his life was more important. It only took a blink of an eye for the two to exchange a move. The ink marks on Mu Xingqiu's arm quickly faded, but his fists turned red as blood. Every time he received a move, there was a loud noise, and with the drizzle, it was like thunder in the air.

The water attack in the Five Elements Tribulation broke out one or two hours earlier. The rain began to fall. Most of the raindrops were normal, but some raindrops exploded as soon as they hit the ground. Just a tiny raindrop could leave a big pit seven or eight feet deep on the ground. If the grass, trees, people or animals were hit by such raindrops, they would be crushed to pieces immediately.

This is another game of luck and bad luck. There is no difference between raindrops in the air. Some practitioners may be able to distinguish good from bad in advance, and mortals can only pray for their luck.

Every time Mu Xingqiu and Zhao Chuye exchanged a move, they would consume a little talisman power, which was emitted in the form of sound, forming an invisible shield with a diameter of several feet around the two people. When encountering spell raindrops, it would cause an explosion in the air.

This is a strange scene. Two people are floating in the air, surrounded by fourteen magic tools, and even more outside is a watertight shield. Amid the continuous loud noises, explosions occur from time to time.

This kind of fight could not last long. The power of the talisman was quickly exhausted, and the big iron ball turned into a small iron ball. However, the two would not stop there and began to use their own magic power to continue fighting.

Mu Xingqiu was at a disadvantage from then on. This was a close combat. He did not have time to absorb and transform the opponent's magic power. He basically did not know how to cast spells. He could only activate three inner pills and send his magic power to the battlefield without any modification. Zhao Chuye's spells were endless, and one point of magic power could be used as two or three points.

One side was shirtless, and the other side was fully armed and well-trained. Zhao Chuye breathed a sigh of relief. He finally passed the most dangerous stage. He held Mu Xingqiu's fist tightly again and did not want to let go.

This was a typical war of attrition. The magic power of the two met at the palm of their hands, and they stalemated for a moment and then turned into a loud noise. The invisible shield formed was slightly smaller, but still enough to block the rain of spells.

Zhao Chuye looked at him with a frown. He didn't care about the demon soul or Zuo Liuying's plan. Without the restraint of the Taoist's heart, his murderous intention was so strong that he could swallow him whole.

Once released, the ruthlessness and desire for more than 700 years would be more powerful than more than 700 years of practice.

Mu Xingqiu, who had lost his memory, was infinitely close to the Taoist's heart. No matter what he did, he didn't have much enthusiasm. Whether it was looking for memories or saving mortals, he was a little half-hearted. Even if he didn't succeed, he wouldn't be particularly regretful. Only at this moment, facing the crisis of life and death, facing the enemy's almost burning murderous intention, his emotions also rose.

This emotion was like anger but not overwhelming, like excitement but not bringing too much fighting spirit. It could only be barely called unwillingness to admit defeat, just like those stubborn children, who were knocked down again and again, and got up again and again. When they grow up, they will never do such stupid things again.

In terms of fighting, Mu Xingqiu has never grown up completely.

He didn't hold back any mana at all. The three inner pills were spinning frantically, providing mana to the limit. He stared at the enemy with gritted teeth, forgetting the rain all over the sky, forgetting the mortals in the valley, and even forgetting the memories he had always wanted to retrieve.

Zhao Chuye showed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. He was not afraid of the other party's desperate efforts. He could bear it.

With a bang, the two flew into the sky together.

Mu Xingqiu's left hand was still habitually changing the spells. His mind was turning quickly, and he finally found a mental method that had nothing to do with the Cooking Spirit Technique. It was the Qi Flying Technique taught to him by Shouque.

Two completely unrelated thoughts and mana met in the Crimson Palace and turned into a strange spell to be cast.

First, the palms of the two separated, because Mu Xingqiu's spell was too weird. It not only attacked the enemy, but also attacked himself, breaking the balance.

Next, the two of them flew high into the sky together, and the surrounding magical instruments and raindrops within a dozen feet all rose with them. When the flying technique is practiced to a certain level, one can carry varying numbers of companions, but Mu Xingqiu's magic brought up everything around that had a little weight.

The raindrops that rose in the reverse direction collided with the raindrops that fell normally, triggering a series of explosions. The shield that the two people had accidentally formed when fighting had disappeared, and the power of the explosion was heading straight for the two of them.

Mu Xingqiu didn't care, and he didn't have the energy to care. He was numb all over by his own magic, and he could do nothing except follow the inertia of the magic and keep rising.

The one who cared was Zhao Chuye. He had never experienced this kind of fighting style that didn't distinguish between friend and foe. The opponent didn't want to die, but he did. He hurriedly used the magic tools around him to cast several restrictions to block the exploding raindrops.

"Are you possessed?" Zhao Chuye shouted angrily, and finally stabilized his position and could continue to cast spells on Mu Xingqiu.

Zhao Chuye didn't make a move.

His expression was very strange, as if something incredible had happened. After a while, Mu Xingqiu also saw something strange. It was indeed incredible. Grandmaster Xingshan actually had a nosebleed.

Although Taoist Fu Yuemang was not immortal, his body had long been beyond the scope of mortals. It was very remarkable that Zuo Liuying's illusion could leave a small black spot on Zhao Chuye's forehead, but it could not cause him to be injured or bleed.

Mu Xingqiu was very surprised. Could the magic he had imagined be so powerful?

Zhao Chuye was even more surprised, but he soon found the real reason, "Idiot, they sacrificed the Dingtian Lidi Talisman in advance!"

The Dingtian Lidi Talisman can be used to dispel Kun Dun's paving spells, with the purpose of preventing the final Daohuo attack from taking place. At this time, the water attack of the Five Elements Tribulation is underway, and the wood attack has not yet arrived. Sacrificing the talisman is a great waste, and the paving spells will soon flow back here from the surroundings.

But those talisman masters can no longer wait. Without Zhao Chuye's protection, their talismans can't stop the rain of spells pouring down.

The rain is still falling, and a gust of wind blows, uprooting trees and flying rocks wherever it goes, but the explosions caused by raindrops have stopped.

The Dingtianlidi Fu is very overbearing. Anyone who has provided blood for it will bleed until death. Zhao Chuye has a way to save himself, provided that he enters the state of imagination, which is impossible during a fight.

Between continuing to fight and casting a spell to save himself as soon as possible, Zhao Chuye must make a choice immediately. He hopes to kill Mu Xingqiu in one move, but this guy always uses strange and weird moves at critical moments. If he gets into a fight again, it will be Zhao Chuye himself who can't hold on.

As his nose bleeds more and more, Zhao Chuye says bitterly, "You won't live through tomorrow," and uses the teleportation technique to disappear with his magic weapon.

Even in his normal state, Mu Xingqiu can't catch up with Grandmaster Xingshan, not to mention that he can use very little mana now. He is still rising. After seven breaths, he rushed above the rain cloud, and the mana in his body finally became tamed.

He stopped and looked down at the dissipating clouds and rain under his feet. He once again felt the insignificance of mortals, the kind of insignificance that cannot be seen, like dust flying in the dark, only those who pay close attention can see them.

He injured himself, and the three inner pills were not running smoothly. After a while of regulating his breath, he still did not return to normal. Instead, the mana in his body became less and less, so he had to land on the ground.

When he was still a few feet away from the ground, the rain stopped and the wind died down. Mu Xingqiu's three inner pills stopped turning. His meridians were empty and he had no more mana to use for the Qi flying technique. He fell headfirst. This was the second time today.

Fortunately, this was not Zhuozhou City. There were no bricks and stones, only mud. He didn't fall too badly, but was covered with mud after the rain. Mu Xingqiu turned over and climbed up, looking around, and found that he could not recognize the path. He walked up a small mound, observed for a while before distinguishing the east, south, west and north, roughly determined the location of the valley, and walked towards it.

Mu Xingqiu first took a shortcut and wanted to go directly through the wilderness. He felt tired after walking a few miles. Without the support of magic power, his legs could not fight against the thorns and gravel everywhere.

He had to go back to the official road. Although the road was full of potholes, it was easier to walk than the wilderness.

As dusk approached, he saw the local cauldron and the group of talisman masters. The cauldron fell on the side of the road. None of the dozens of talisman masters survived. They used talismans to eliminate the water attack, but they could not escape the power of the Dingtian Li Fu.

Once this talisman was released, there would be basically no living mortals within a radius of 500 miles, except in the valley.

After nightfall, Mu Xingqiu finally walked to the entrance of the valley. It was quiet inside, there was no fire, and people seemed to be gone. After walking a few more steps, he heard a suppressed cry.

Shouque squatted on the side of the road and sobbed. When she heard the footsteps, she raised her head and looked at Mu Xingqiu who had returned to his original appearance. She didn't react for a while, and a trace of surprise flashed across her face, and then she recognized the true identity of the visitor.

"General Mu is dying," she said, her voice full of rage. "I don't want to have this dream again. Please let me wake up."