Chapter 1032 The First Memory

Mu Xingqiu stumbled, the most inappropriate stumble at this moment: he had already written the talisman and was just waiting to use it, but at this moment he felt dizzy and it was difficult for him to protect himself, let alone cast a spell to suppress a fire-breathing child who was in a violent state.

Everyone knew that Mu Dong'er was going to change, but this change was still beyond the expectations of most people. It was all because of Shi Gen who reminded her in advance. From Taoist priests, casual cultivators to talisman masters, everyone thought that this was a forced possession. Not only did Shen Ji prepare the exorcism technique in advance, but everyone else also took corresponding protection. As a result, they raised an umbrella, and it was not rain but a gust of wind that came.

Mu Xingqiu was the only one who did not believe in the theory of possession, but he lost his ability to move the moment he saw the fireball.

Fortunately, there was Feifei. The little demon had been in a dilemma. He believed in Mu Xingqiu, but was afraid of believing too much, so he never let down his guard. When Mu Xingqiu's face was slightly stagnant, he saw that something was wrong, and immediately raised his right arm, showing the orb, aiming at the incoming fireball.

Feifei has always been timid and shy, but he became extremely cautious when he grew up. Facing the strange fire, he chose to defend instead of confronting it. Without Mie Shi's help, he really had no confidence in defeating Mu Dong'er. His caution saved himself, Mu Xingqiu and Baldy.

The fire was extremely domineering. It was brave when it met an enemy and violent when it met an obstacle. Shen Jixian's spell was destroyed in this way, and he was also seriously injured. Feifei's orb emitted a soft misty light, like a slippery ice surface, which changed the direction of the fire. Even so, he still felt that the three fields in his body were shaking at the same time, and he couldn't help but be horrified. It turned out that Mu Dong'er's fire was just an appearance, and there was an invisible spell that hit the vital point directly.

"Be careful!" Feifei only had time to shout these two words. He barely caught this move, retreated three steps, and hit Baldy's leg.

The bald man's body was made of the skull of the Virgin Mary. He didn't have the lower Dantian and the crimson palace. He was missing two of the three fields, and only the Niwan Palace felt a sharp pain. He pressed his head with both hands, stamped his feet and screamed.

Mu Xingqiu was drowsy, but he didn't feel anything. Luo Xiaoliu'er didn't have three fields, and didn't feel the internal attack. He was just startled by the flames and hid behind General Mu.

The fireball turned to the people next to him.

It was just a moment. Feifei shouted "be careful". Shen Jixian had just fallen to the ground, and Mu Dong'er spit out seven more balls of fire, each aimed at different directions. If not for this, Feifei really couldn't stop it.

There were a total of nine balls of fire, turning and flying around. Five balls flew to no man's land, and four balls broke into the crowd.

Feifei's reminder was useless. No one understood the true meaning of the word "be careful", and no one would take the words of a little demon seriously. Feifei told everyone not to resist, but Shen Jixian's fall made most people draw the opposite conclusion, that is, they must go all out, even the talisman masters on the top of the mountain were no exception. Like Luo Xiaoliu'er, they were not yet accomplished in the three fields, but they were unaware of it and were more nervous than the Taoist priests.

Hundreds of magic spells were cast at the same time.

Yang Kuo and Shi Gen were close and at a high level. The spells were cast first, followed by dozens of Taoist priests hundreds of steps away, then the talisman masters who were slightly closer, and finally the scattered cultivators above the Fuhuang City. Several waves of magic spells were connected, like waves. These people did not know each other and did not belong to the same sect. Facing a common threat, they cooperated quite well. The spells they cast did not interfere with each other and did not lose their accuracy.

At least that's what everyone thought at the moment of casting the spell. When these spells collided with Mu Dong'er's flames, the situation was out of anyone's control.

Boom——

The spells came one after another, and the thunderous roars continued. The four fires attacking the crowd became stronger and stronger, and they became a sea of ​​fire. The strong Taoist priests in Santian were the first to suffer. Before they were burned by the fire, they felt the vibration in their bodies. Yang Kuo and Shi Gen screamed at the same time and turned over. The Taoist priests in the distance were just a little later and fell to the ground one after another. The casual cultivators farther away were still a few miles away from the flames, but they were hit by the invisible spells and fell one after another, screaming even more miserably.

Only more than a hundred talisman masters were left standing on the mountain in amazement. Santian was fine, but he had to face the flames like a mountain collapse and tide. A few people remembered to continue offering talismans, but the result was only to make the fire more prosperous.

This also happened in the blink of an eye. The clothes of the three Taoists, Shen Jixian, Yang Kuo and Shi Gen, had just been ignited, and the flames were about to engulf the talisman master on the top of the mountain. Feifei cast a spell to take Mu Xingqiu, the bald man and Luo Xiaoliu'er away from danger. At this moment, everything was over again.

All the flames suddenly turned around and got into the wicker basket, like a group of rogues who accidentally broke into someone else's wedding banquet. They came in a noisy manner and suddenly found that the bride and groom were strangers. They were embarrassed and dispersed, leaving the real relatives and friends in shock.

The wicker basket and the coarse cloth covering it were ordinary things. After absorbing the fire, they were not damaged at all. On the contrary, the thirteen magic tools of grade nine or above on the lid were like a few leaves in boiling water, rolling up and down. After a while, the six magic tools of lower grade burst and fell to the ground, and the remaining seven fell to one side.

Mu Xingqiu woke up in time and offered the talisman he had written long ago.

His talismans were different from others, and they relied more on "talisman paper", so they had to be written on magic or magic tools. The thirteen magic tools were all above the ninth grade, and each one was a treasure. He destroyed six of them in one move, which showed the power of the flame.

The screams around him had not stopped yet, and the survivors were not even sure they were still alive. Feifei shouted again: "Dong'er is going to change again!"

Mu Dong'er, who had spit out nine balls of fire, had not returned to normal. Her face was still red, her cheeks were bulging, and she was obviously holding her breath again, preparing to cast the spell again.

Shi Gen, who had fallen to the ground, jumped up. There was no smile on his face, his hair was messy and his clothes were torn. He howled like a wolf around him. He didn't know who he was angry at. His eyes fell on Mu Dong'er and he stopped howling. Without saying a word, he suddenly disappeared without a trace, and performed the teleportation technique in front of everyone.

The spell cast this time was not very successful. Santian was damaged, panicked, and the surrounding spells were mixed. In this environment, few Taoist priests dared to teleport. Shi Gen was eager to escape and could not care about so much. After a moment, he appeared in Santian. Four miles away, above the barren mountain, he screamed and fell to the ground again.

Yang Kuo also stood up and rushed over to put out the fire for Shen Jixian. Seeing that he was still breathing, he felt relieved. He turned to look at Mu Dong'er and said in horror: "He, he is not possessed, he is a demon!"

This sentence reminded everyone that Mu Dong'er was still gathering momentum and would soon spit out fire again. The talisman masters on the top of the mountain had just escaped and did not believe that they would be lucky again. Without waiting for the leader's order, they all However, the impatient person even forgot about the sacrificial talisman and slid down the hillside. Mao Bupo flew away but left the lion mount on the spot, where it lay paralyzed and did not dare to move.

Yang Kuo weighed the balance between fighting and escaping. His courage ended here. He picked up the unconscious Shen Jixian and flew away with dozens of Taoist priests and several casual cultivators.

In the blink of an eye, the hillside was empty, except for Mu Xingqiu, Bald Zi, Feifei and Luo Xiaoliu'er, with four pairs of eyes staring at Mu Dong'er in the sky.

"Demon Master, what should I do?" Feifei was so shocked that he forgot to keep Mu Xingqiu's secret and directly called out the title of Demon Master.

"I remembered." Mu Xingqiu said excitedly. He spread his legs and squatted into a horse stance. He held up the seven magical instruments, pressed his fingers on the wicker basket, and continued to write the talismans, as if he was gently beating a drum.

"Have you got your memory back?" Feifei was happy, but she really felt that this was not the most important thing at the moment, "Dong'er..."

"No, I just remembered one thing." Mu Xingqiu wrote the talisman as he spoke, not slowing down at all, "Mu Dong'er is my son, indeed my son!"

Feifei was stunned. He had already said this before. Could it be that Master Mu didn't believe him before?

"'Knowing' and 'remembering' are two different things." Mu Xingqiu explained quickly, "I 'knew' that he was my son before, but now I 'remember' that we, we..."

Mu Xingqiu was convinced that this was his son, but this "remembering" was very strange. He remembered several meetings with Mu Dong'er, but could not recall the specific scenes, let alone whether anyone else was present. People's conversations and battles seem to take place in a void.

The bald man shook his head, wondering what the headache was all about. Luo Xiaoliu'er didn't know why, but still tremblingly congratulated General Mu on finding his son. Feifei became more and more anxious, "Demon Master, don't you need to stop Mu Dong'er? "

"I can bear it again." Mu Xingqiu finally showed his serious expression when fighting. This time the battle is different from the past. The purpose is not to win, but to awaken something, "You three, retreat, don't go too far."

Feifei could no longer understand the state of the demon master. He had believed in Mu Xingqiu just now and almost caused an irreversible disaster. This time - after hesitating for a moment, Feifei took the bald man's hand and took a few steps back. There is no way to doubt the demon master.

Luo Xiaoliu'er had already stepped back more than ten steps and was about to climb to the top of the mountain.

Mu Dong'er's momentum was completed, and Mu Xingqiu sacrificed the talisman first in order to attract all the flames.

Sure enough, Mu Dong'er, who was provoked, spit out all nine flames at Mu Xingqiu.

This time, Mu Xingqiu didn't feel dizzy, and no new memories were produced. He carefully controlled the talismans on the basket and inhaled one fire ball after another. The remaining seven high-grade magical instruments broke apart one after another. When the basket lid was closed, there was nothing left. , the coarse cloth and basket lost their protection, and were burned cleanly in an instant, leaving not even ashes.

The "Nascent Soul" in the basket was revealed, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his whole body covered with flames.

Feifei became more confident because his Santian was safe and Mu Xingqiu could indeed absorb all of Mu Dong'er's spells.

The fake Nascent Soul's appearance could not last long, and it soon revealed its true form. It was the clone of the Patriarch Pagoda that Mu Xingqiu had put on in the city.

All nine fires were sucked in, but the Patriarch Tower clone did not break and was still burning.

Mu Dong'er's expression recovered a little, and she said blankly: "Where have everyone gone?"

Mu Xingqiu also breathed a sigh of relief. His judgment was correct. Venting anger was more beneficial to Mu Dong'er than suppressing it. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden chill arose from the soles of his feet. His instinct, intuition, and strange sensibility were all over the place. He was issuing the same warning: there was a spell in the Patriarch Tower clone about to be released, and the target was probably the ignorant Mu Dong'er.

The spell was so powerful that it made Mu Xingqiu frightened even before it was formed. He suddenly realized that he had made a serious mistake and should not have written the talisman on the Patriarch's tower clone.

This magical weapon was given to Zhao Chuye by the Patriarch Kun Chaos.