Chapter 1086 Chase
At first, it was an ordinary night.
Mu Xingqiu wrote the talismans for several hours and decided to take a rest. In fact, he rarely wrote. He mostly spent time facing the wall in a daze, or pressing his hands on the tower and circling. Writing talismans was not difficult. The key was how to write. Arrangement of troops, how to coordinate seamlessly. He will face an enemy much more powerful than himself. Thirty-three thousand talismans must be sent out instantly as a spell to have any chance of winning.
This is exactly the question he has been thinking about: Which talismans can bless each other? Which ones weaken each other? Which combinations can produce subtle changes?
Whenever his thoughts lead to a dead end, Mu Xingqiu has to take a break, clear his mind, and wait for an idea to suddenly appear.
It was nearly midnight, and he was standing on the top floor of the Patriarch Tower. He had just rested for less than a quarter of an hour, and the night gradually became strange.
The first thing to arrive was a breeze, carrying a gentle and polite spell. It did not rush over directly, but hovered above the city wall, waiting for the master's reaction.
Mu Xingqiu knew whose spell it was, so he summoned the sword washing pool, placed it on the window sill, pressed the edge of the basin with his left hand, and used the talisman technique to invite the visitors.
The breeze came slowly and swirled outside the tower as a sign of salute. The water in the sword washing pool swayed slightly in response.
This was not the first time that Qin Lingshuang visited Mu Xingqiu in a fugue, but she was as reserved and cordial as the first time, as if there had been a gentleman's friendship between them for many years.
"Are you stumped by the talisman again?" Breeze asked.
"Yes." Shui Bo replied.
The two of them spent most of their time communicating about spells and rarely talked about other things, and this time was no exception.
"Why must it be thirty-three thousand talismans?"
"This is the limit of the number I can control. If there are any more, I won't be able to combine them into a spell."
"A few days ago you were in trouble about which talisman should be the head coach. What about today?"
"I haven't thought about it yet, so I can only put it down for now. I encountered a new problem today: the Tower of the Founder contains a large number of spells injected by Taoist priests from past generations. They are entangled together like a forest, and there are some otherworldly things hidden in the forest. Master, Kunchao also injected his spells. I removed some, but there are still three to five left. They are hiding in the forest and are persuading those outsiders to destroy my talisman formation.
The breeze trembled and seemed to smile. Mu Xingqiu had forgotten most of the cultivation methods and could only describe his feelings about the Patriarch's Tower in metaphors. Qin Lingshuang found it very interesting.
"I understand. You want to declare war on Kun Chaos' magic, but the talisman array has not yet been completed, so there is not much chance of winning. On the contrary, if you wait any longer, you may wait for the attack of the 'extraordinary master', and you have no chance of winning."
"That's right. The Taoist treasure is so profound and profound. Even the lowest Taoist priests can use it to cast spells, and even the highest Taoist priests can't use it to their full potential." The ripples in the water became more obvious. That was Mu Xingqiu's emotion. He used pen and paper to write extremely powerful talismans, but this only used part of the power of the Patriarch's Tower. He was at most a woodcutter, walking into the Spell Forest and doing his best to chop some firewood to make ends meet.
"Not even Kun Chaos. He injected magic into every treasure in an attempt to control the forest contained within. But he only succeeded in setting up a boundary monument, claiming that the forest belonged to him, and then left a few forest guards behind. "Kun Chao put his mark on every treasure, Qin Lingshuang also said it metaphorically.
A small wave danced on the water of the Sword Washing Pool, and Mu Xingqiu smiled.
"These guards are really stubborn. There are not many guards left in the Patriarch Tower. I have already driven them into the forest. The fight for the sword washing pool has just begun. How is your progress?"
"It's almost the same as you. Most of the Kunchaos spells in the Great Light Mirror have been removed, and only one is hiding. I'm looking for its whereabouts. I haven't had time to take action on the Instantaneous Platform and the Everlasting Furnace."
"It's really strange. Why would Kun Chaos give away a treasure that he didn't fully control?" Mu Xingqiu had been puzzled by this for a long time.
"Don't worry about it. If Kun Chao can be guessed, he will no longer be the founder of the Taoism. We can only do our own things, no matter how much we think about it, it is useless.
The breeze drifted closer, bringing a faint fragrance, and three waves jumped up on the surface of the sword washing pool.
Fugue is a mutually trusting communication method. It is difficult for both parties to hide their thoughts. Once the thoughts come to mind, they will be expressed in various ways without having to resort to words.
Mu Xingqiu noticed his heartbeat, and quickly rubbed his fingers on the edge of the sword washing pool a few times. The water surface returned to calm, leaving only polite ripples rippling in circles.
Breeze said: "I thought of a way to get rid of those annoying guards faster."
"Very good."
"How to lure him?" Mu Xingqiu also thought of this method and even tried it several times without success. The spells left by Kun Chaos were very cunning and he would not fall for the bait easily.
"How are the 100,000 Holy Talisman Army?" Breeze changed the topic.
"I created a simple world in the Patriarch's Tower, which should be able to keep their bodies intact and their souls intact within a year, unless I am defeated by Kun Chaos' spell."
Mu Xingqiu has just gained a foothold in the Patriarch Tower. If Kun Chaos' "guards" can really convince the "extraordinary experts" to launch an attack together, the talisman array will be defeated and the hidden world will disappear in an instant. Nearly ten Not a single member of the All Saints Talisman Army can survive, not even a hair can be left behind.
"Use them to cast a spell."
"They are living souls!" The water surface undulated, looking shocked.
Mu Xingqiu had forgotten most of the methods, but he still knew some of the most basic rules, such as never using a living soul to cast a spell. He was studying both his body and his soul at the same time, and was about to cross the line.
"But these souls are different. They believe they are dead and are waiting to enter the afterlife promised by the emperor. If there is no change, it will cause more damage to them."
In the world created by Mu Xingqiu, the body does not move, the soul is bound in darkness, and the activity of thoughts is reduced to a minimum, but they will not forget why they "died".
"What spell to cast?" Mu Xingqiu thought seriously for a while and felt that it might be feasible.
"Let the souls come to my Great Bright Mirror. I will show them a new world and tell them that it is the future. Then I will teach them some visualization methods so that their future life will not be too monotonous. By the way, I will launch a demonstration against Kun Dun's spell. If everything goes well, maybe the guards can be drawn out."
Qin Lingshuang is best at getting along with souls. Mu Xingqiu knows that he believes her and does not ask for details. He just said "OK".
Mu Xingqiu dipped his hand in the sword-washing pool. Not a drop of water came out, but the mana in his fingers increased a lot.
He wrote a few talismans on the ancestral tower and carefully sent out 100,000 souls. Not long after he walked, Qin Lingshuang's several spells came up to greet this strange invisible army.
The sky above Duanliu City was filled with spells for a while. For the practitioners watching, a soul was no different from a weak spell.
The souls entered the Great Bright Mirror in the west of the city one after another. Weifeng, who stayed near the ancestral tower, said: "The soul cannot leave the body for too long. We have about half an hour to use. Let's patrol the area first to avoid being disturbed."
Seven drops of water jumped out of the sword-washing pool and flew in different directions, gathering and separating. The spells they cast soon covered the entire Duanliu City and the area within ten miles outside the city.
The breeze disappeared, and seven balls of fire flew out of the Great Bright Mirror. They were dimmer than the starlight reflected by the ice, and they also gathered and separated, and the spells they cast covered a wider range. They were the Taiyin fire emitted from the Never-extinguished Furnace.
Qin Lingshuang could cast other spells while controlling the soul, and Mu Xingqiu was not surprised at all.
There were no other spells in the city, and there were not even more living things. Yin Buchen and the monkeys had gone somewhere, leaving only Mu Lie, who was sleeping soundly at this time. The breeze, water droplets, firelight... nothing could disturb him. In his dream, he was still practicing hard with his sword.
Seven balls of fire met seven drops of water. It was unknown who was the first to start. Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, or it could be an accident. Both sides avoided in the same direction, but ended up colliding and passing through each other.
The surface of the sword-washing pool was covered with waves, and Mu Xingqiu seemed to have walked directly from the cold winter into the early summer. He felt hot all over, his pores opened, and a layer of fine sweat broke out.
The firelight was not as reserved as the breeze. It did not apologize or continue to patrol. Instead, it scattered around the water droplets, flickering and fading, as if mocking.
The water droplets rushed up to avenge the collision.
Seven balls of firelight spread out and flew in all directions. The water droplets did not give way and chased after them.
Before this, no matter how many firelights and water droplets there were, it was a spell. Now it has become seven different spells. Although it was just a simple chase game, both of them used the most advanced and profound spells.
Mu Xingqiu felt that this was not a good thing to do, but it was difficult for him to hide his thoughts during the wandering process, especially when he was multitasking.
He had to admit that he liked the feeling now.
The real world and the world in the treasure seemed distant and unimportant at this moment. The area above the Broken Flow City was the whole world.
A few drops of water caught up with the firelight, which made Qin Lingshuang feel cold all over, so the firelight turned around and chased the water droplets.
Mu Xingqiu's competitive spirit was aroused, and another drop of water flew out of the sword-washing pool, and a ball of fire immediately joined Qin Lingshuang's side.
Mu Xingqiu had to keep one heart to prepare for the return of the soul, while Qin Lingshuang had to control the soul. The extra eight spells were the limit, belonging to the ninth level of mind illusion.
The chase became more intense, and sometimes it showed a bit of intimacy. There was no winner or loser, just like a snowball thrown at each other.
Mu Xingqiu smiled unconsciously, and his mood fluctuated like the sword-washing pool. He hoped to see Qin Lingshuang's current appearance. The image of the girl with her mouth covered and smiling was extremely clear in his mind.
He suddenly felt that he could still cast the tenth spell and secretly take a look at her in the Great Light Mirror.
As he thought, the tenth drop of water flew to the west of the city close to the ground.