Chapter 1035 Familiar and yet Strange

The dust mountain turned into dust fog, covering the sky and blocking the sun. From a distance, it seemed to have suddenly grown several times taller. All the people in it were floating in the air. When they touched the dust with their eyes, they could only see a few feet at most. Only the Taoists' eyes could see farther, and only they could see the slowly rising transparent cover.

There was no dust in the cover with a diameter of more than ten feet, only a tall woman. Her hair was very strange, casually scattered, long to the waist, with dark blue at the end, slowly transitioning to pure black upwards.

Mu Dong'er thought she was a dragon demon, and immediately remembered the incident in Yelin Town. He was there at the time and saw her change with his own eyes, "Ah, you are not a dragon demon, you are Qin Lingshuang...Auntie."

Mu Dong'er once asked his mother who Qin Lingshuang was, but did not get a definite answer. Instead, he was reminded that he must call her "Auntie".

Among the crowd, Zhao Chuye stood the highest, and he also could not escape the range of the spell created by the clone of the ancestral tower. This made him shocked and angry. This clone once belonged to him, but there was no mark of his on it. Now it completely refused to recognize its old master.

"Another person who has come back from the dead." Zhao Chuye didn't care about the woman. He gathered all his magic power and planned to fight to the death. He had great ambitions, and the most important one was to survive in this chaotic world. "You should not exist!"

Seven beams of light were emitted from the hands of Grandmaster Xingshan. Affected by the clone of the ancestral tower, the beams were bent and lost their accuracy from the beginning. Zhao Chuye was prepared. These seven beams of light were only used to attract the attention of others. He jumped down, as if diving deep in the water. His target was not Qin Lingshuang, not Yi Shijun, not Mu Xingqiu, but Mu Dong'er.

There was only one way to end the spell of the clone of the ancestral tower, and that was to kill the target of the clone. Mu Dong'er herself was still at a loss, and those with stronger strength had discovered the truth.

In the dust, only Yi Shijun kept smiling. He used the power of the enemy to make the "two girls" wake up faster. He was very proud and was about to introduce to everyone who the woman in the transparent shield was. Therefore, he did not see Zhao Chuye's true purpose in time. He only guarded against the seven curved beams and ignored the caster himself.

Zhao Chuye came to Mu Dong'er in an instant and stared at him coldly. He held a dagger more than one foot long in his hand. Almost all of his magic weapons were taken away two years ago. After searching for many days, he only found a few magic weapons of the sixth or seventh grade, and the dagger was one of them.

The spell will deviate, but the sharp blade will not. Zhao Chuye stabbed Mu Dong'er with a sad and angry mood, feeling a little ironic. The master's magic power is boundless, and the spell he casts still does not distinguish between enemies and friends. Taoist Fu Yuemang can only charge like a rough mortal soldier. Will he be forgiven and favored by the master after killing Mu Dong'er?

Yi Shijun finally reacted, the smile on his face disappeared, and he slapped his palm more than ten steps away, a ball of red light hit Zhao Chuye, but it was too late. His spell was also affected by the clone of the ancestor tower. Although the distance was very short, it still deviated by a few inches and passed by Zhao Chuye closely. It was considered to hit the target, but it did not cause much damage.

Mu Dong'er did not wait to die, let alone run away. He raised his head, his cheeks bulged, his face turned red, and he was about to spit out a strange fireball again, but he was a step late. The fireball needed to be charged, and he had no time at all. The white short sword was against his chest.

Only one person rushed over in time. Mu Xingqiu never completely entrusted his son's safety to Yi Shijun. Even when he was most focused on writing the talisman, there was a side eye staring at Mu Dong'er. As soon as Zhao Chuye's seven beams of light dispersed, he knew something was wrong. He was too familiar with this kind of rushing to the front. Even if he lost his memory, his reaction was faster than others.

On one side was the spells gushing out of the clone of the Patriarch Tower, and on the other side was Zhao Chuye, who was holding a dagger and would never show mercy. Mu Xingqiu had only one choice: to solve the most urgent threat first.

Zhao Chuye was touched by the red light of Yi Shijun, and his body swayed slightly. Then he used force in his hand and stabbed the dagger into Mu Dong'er's chest. No matter how powerful the spell was, he couldn't let him miss.

The dagger stabbed in nearly two inches, and Mu Dong'er's face became even redder. At this moment, Zhao Chuye's body suddenly sank, and a huge force, not a spell, pushed him away from the side.

"He must be killed!" Zhao Chuye shouted angrily, pouring magic power into his palm, pushing the dagger in another inch, then turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu who was throwing himself on him, looking at the face that was even angrier than his, "Where does the Taoist priest have family affection?"

This was not a question, but an accusation. Zhao Chuye did not understand Mu Xingqiu's choice. Pushing him away would only allow Mu Dong'er to live a little longer. Without Mu Xingqiu's talisman suppression, the spells in the avatar of the Patriarch Tower would immediately surge out, still killing Mu Dong'er, and it is very likely that the other people present would be eliminated at the same time.

Mu Xingqiu grabbed Zhao Chuye's neck with both hands. There were no talismans, no spells, only the abundant magic power that had just been absorbed into his meridians. He had to save Mu Dong'er. This was not a choice, but an instinct and necessity. He did not need to explain to anyone. He only regretted one thing, that he did not take every opportunity to kill this Taoist priest Fu Yuemang two years ago.

Zhao Chuye was casting a spell. He wanted to kill Mu Xingqiu at first, but soon it turned into self-preservation. The other party injected too much mana, which disrupted his meridians and three fields. No spell could be formed, and he could only fight with pure mana.

They were like two dead leaves entangled in a whirlwind, swaying under the influence of the avatar of the ancestor tower.

Zhao Chuye couldn't hold on anymore. Mu Xingqiu's magic power was not generated by inner elixirs, but came from magic transformation. He was naturally aggressive. He was not honest within Mu Xingqiu's meridians, and even more rampant when he entered the body of an outsider. They were as arrogant as a hundred wild boars charging into the orderly palace of a prince. If the people in the palace had been prepared, they might have been able to annihilate all the intruders. But they were suddenly attacked unexpectedly, and they were suddenly unable to fight back.

Zhao Chuye attacked Mu Dong'er at close range, but he was in a completely weak position in front of Mu Xingqiu, who was better at hand-to-hand combat.

"You promised me..." Zhao Chuye said hoarsely. Even in this situation, he refused to beg for mercy directly, but reminded Mu Xingqiu that there was still a promise that had not been fulfilled.

That was two years ago. Zhao Chuye agreed to cooperate with Mu Xingqiu in writing talismans, but put forward a condition: Mu Xingqiu would teach him the method of absorbing mana. After the talisman was completed, Shi Hanyuan used a spell to blow Zhao Chuye hundreds of miles away, so the deal was never completed.

Mu Xingqiu remembered this incident clearly. He stared at the veins on Zhao Chuye's face and bulging eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Here you go."

Mu Xingqiu has no magic that can be taught to him. He can absorb spells and convert them into mana, which is completely involuntary. He made the promise at that time because he wanted to use the ingenuity of Taoist Fu Yuemang to clarify the context. Now everything has changed. Zhao Chuye wanted the secret, so Mu Xingqiu gave him all the memories he had.

He didn't remember the spell to transfer the memory, and he didn't need the spell. Zhao Chuye's mind was right in front of him. Niwan Palace, which was responsible for the guardianship, had been smashed to pieces by the overbearing magic power, and could not stop anything. Something.

Mu Xingqiu stuffed all his few memories into it. He didn't even know how he did it. Anyway, it was very easy. Along with the memories came a lot of mana, which was sharper than a dagger and penetrated deeper.

The whole process was quite short. After less than half a circle around Fenchen Mountain, Mu Xingqiu could no longer detect Zhao Chuye's magic power, so he let go of his hand and turned around to look back. Mu Dong'er was held in Mr. Yishi's arms. No fire ball came out of his mouth, his face turned from red to white, and he was looking at the "Brocade Cluster" with surprised eyes.

Mu Xingqiu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the clone of the Patriarch Tower that he had given up, hoping that there was still time to make amends, but he knew very well that this was impossible. The spells in the tower were too powerful. Without him continuing to write spells, the others would not be able to continue. I couldn't hold on for a while.

But the spell did not leak any more, and another person took his place. The familiar yet unfamiliar woman broke the transparent shield and flew to Mu Xingqiu's original position. She pressed her left hand on the flame and changed the magic formula with her right hand.

She was not using a talisman, but the effect was better. The flames on the tower were slowly shrinking.

Mu Xingqiu was extremely surprised, not only because someone could suppress the powerful spells in the tower, but also because this woman's method was very similar to his, she could absorb spells and convert them into mana, and her fingers were equally flexible. Mu Xingqiu Qiu can write talismans with ten fingers simultaneously, while the woman's five fingers can be straight or curved, and she can create three or five magic tricks at the same time.

This woman's method is more mature and effective. In comparison, she is the real direct disciple, and Mu Xingqiu is just a thief who hid outside the wall and caught a glimpse of a few tricks.

Not long after, the flames on the Patriarch's tower clone were extinguished, and the Dust Mountain could no longer maintain its shape, disintegrating in an uproar and spreading in all directions.

The talisman masters halfway up the mountain fell one after another, and finally they could fly again. Luo Xiaoliu'er also fell to the ground. He was at a height of five or six hundred feet. If he fell, he would definitely die. The lion shook his head and threw him away. Get on your back and slowly land on the ground.

Feifei, Bald Zi and the group of children fell back at the same time, stood up at the same time, and flew towards Mu Dong'er together.

In the chaos, Di Yuanfu and Shi Gen flew away quietly, and Zhao Chuye's body was wrapped in dust and fell, with no one paying attention.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at his son again. Mu Dong'er was smiling forcefully, assuring his companions that he was fine. He flew in front of the woman and stared at her. The relevant memories seemed to be flying before his eyes, making him feel dizzy again.

"You are..." Mu Xingqiu felt that more than one name was on his lips.

The woman smiled, kindly and wisely, "The fact that you can come out means that my mission is finally over and I can do what I want to do. First of all, please let me introduce an acquaintance to you."

The woman's smile disappeared as soon as it disappeared, but the kindness was still there. "Be careful," she said.

Mu Xingqiu felt an inexplicable force coming from Niwan Palace, but the source was not the inner elixir. It stabbed straight down like a sword, penetrating Jiang Palace and Lower Dantian. In a daze, he remembered something again.