Chapter 280 Verbal Sparring

More and more magic weapons could not withstand the entry of excessive souls and broke and fell, like ripe fruits falling to the bottom of the golden pit and becoming fragments. Mu Xingqiu resumed the illusion at the moment when it was interrupted. He couldn't just admit defeat. Even if both sides suffered losses, he had to persevere.

The bald man slowly spun in place. He laughed a few times and suddenly stopped, because he saw that not only Sun Yulu fell into sadness, but Brother Xiaoqiu's expression was no longer so cheerful. As he spun, he asked: "Xiao Qiu" Brother Qiu, what's wrong with you? Is it because I said we look different? Or do you think of Fangfang?"

Mu Xingqiu has been able to accept the fact that Fangfang died. It was only now that he discovered that he had dug out Sun Yulu's feelings for Meng Yuanhou, and a carefully crafted emotional statue in his heart was revealed, which was more than he imagined. It should be beautiful and attractive.

Even though he knew that this was the result of mental illusion, he still couldn't help but think of all the regrets in the past.

"Fangfang and I didn't really spend much time together." He said. He didn't have a fixed person to talk to. It didn't matter whether he was bald or Sun Yulu. He just wanted to say what he was holding in his heart, "It's not that she is thinking. , even when I was practicing boxing, I spent all my time together looking for books. I thought I would have hundreds or thousands of years to be with her, and I thought the best time would be after everything was ready. ,But……"

He didn't know what to say. The bald man was confused, just spinning in place, but Sun Yulu on the opposite side spoke, "But it was interrupted by an accident. Isn't practice the process of eliminating accidents? Taoist priests tirelessly abandon love and desire, The purpose is to eliminate all accidents in advance. The one in 10,000 possibility is almost non-existent for mortals, but it is a huge threat to Taoist priests with long lifespans. There is a half chance that mortals are willing to try, but Taoist priests must stay away from it. . The possibility of death will always exist. If you can't change death, you have to change your attitude towards death. We are all Taoist priests. We should be willing to cut off the relationship, but we are reluctant to do it, and we are punished. "

Sun Yulu spoke eloquently, but tears still fell from her eyes.

"I would rather be punished." Mu Xingqiu was fighting against the uncontrollable grief in his heart. He was a spell caster and could instigate other people's emotions. He must not be overwhelmed by his own emotions. "I hope there is hell in the world, at least for Fangfang." She still exists somewhere. I hope that after death, I will become a ghost and I will always be with her. Even if they are two worlds, even if we don’t know each other, as long as I know that she is still here, I will always be with her. I am satisfied. Memory is a punishment for Taoists, but this is the only way to remember Fangfang, and I am willing to accept the punishment."

"You are about to become a demon." Sun Yulu showed some pity. "Becoming a demon due to love is the most painful. You will cry bitterly, you will look hateful, you will be angry, and want to kill everyone. With that The whole world goes to meet your beloved, but once your inner elixir and magic thoughts are taken away, you can't even beat a dog. In the eyes of others, you are just a disgusting wretch."

"Is it just me? You're going to be possessed too.

Although Meng Yuanhou is alive, there is no difference between him and you being dead. "Mu Xingqiu became cruel, and his arrogance was still exerting an influence on him. He couldn't bear to be lectured by his opponent, "Everything I just said was a lie. Meng Yuanhou never mentioned your name. I have long forgotten you in my practice. Not only are you falling into love trouble, you are also falling into love trouble through wishful thinking. "

Sun Yulu's body trembled, and more tears flowed out. She has a young appearance, but she is already hundreds of years old. She has never shed so many tears in her life. "It's not wishful thinking. I know he has feelings for me." Emotional things, those are things from the past, you haven’t seen them and you don’t understand them.”

More and more magic weapons are falling, and the soul-binding power released by the other eight Luanjing Mountain Taoist priests is getting stronger and stronger. They have lost their ability to perceive the outside world, and regard the failure of magic weapons as a threat. Their souls are The source of the power of the Dengzhuke Taoist priests. When they are weakened, their only response is to summon more souls.

"I don't need to see you. Meng Yuanhou would rather die than leave Siguo Cave. That means he has no feelings for you. All he thinks about is cultivation and there is no place for you at all." Mu Xingqiu's heart became colder and colder. He regarded this conversation as a life-and-death battle in which the enemy must be defeated. At this time, harsh words were like sharp swords, one aimed at the heart and the other at the body, but the purpose was the same.

Although Sun Yulu had feelings for Meng Yuanhou, they were not strong enough to form a love disaster, but driven by the illusion of mind, her love disaster broke out in advance. Her mind is not confused and she understands all the truths, but these truths are no match for the half-destroyed face. Past memories appear one after another. As a Taoist priest of Dinxia, ​​her ability to reproduce details is better than that of Mu Xing. Autumn is much stronger. She watched and analyzed over and over again, looking for evidence that Meng Yuanhou had true feelings for her, but doubts always existed, causing ripples in the lake of mind.

"You are right, Marquis Meng Yuan has not cared about me at all... No, you are wrong. The way he looked at me, I will not admit my mistake..."

Sun Yulu was worried about gain and loss, and her body was shaking more and more violently. It seemed that she wouldn't be able to hold on for long before she would break and fall like the magic weapons around her.

The bald man exerted a little force, stopped spinning, faced Mu Xingqiu, and said seriously: "Brother Xiaoqiu, you are so bad, you make people cry. This is not like you. You never bully girls. Never..."

"Shut up!" Mu Xingqiu was furious. He was at the most critical moment of the battle, holding his weapon high, and just one last slash away. No one could interfere at this time.

The bald man was startled, his face changed suddenly, and he forgot to use force and started to spin again. At first, he opened his mouth blankly, and after a circle, he hurriedly closed his mouth tightly when facing Mu Xingqiu, his eyes dodging. If he still had a body, he would be at a loss at this time.

Mu Xingqiu regretted it. He knew how important he was to the bald man, and the harsh words he said would hurt him more. He didn't want the bald man to be afraid of him, so he naturally separated a force of illusion to change the bald man's view of him.

The bald man's emotions were simple, and Mu Xingqiu could easily feel it when he was still in the first level of the illusion, so he didn't use special force, just a light touch.

It didn't penetrate, and his illusion was blocked.

Mu Xingqiu was slightly startled and immediately strengthened his magic power, but it still didn't penetrate. The bald man's defense ability was actually stronger than that of an ordinary Taoist priest who inhales air.

"Stop." When the bald man turned around again, Mu Xingqiu shouted.

The bald man stopped obediently.

Mu Xingqiu looked at the bald man's hair. The place where the demon heart was hidden not far below the bun was glowing. He had been concentrating on casting spells and didn't notice it.

"Zuo Liuying, it's Zuo Liuying again, sneaking around, why don't you come out and talk?"

The bald man was even more scared, and his lips were closed too tightly. Some of them were pale.

A total of eleven golden men flew out of the bald man's hair and flew towards different people, including Mu Xingqiu.

The golden men didn't dodge and were hit. Two small hands grabbed two horse hairs, as if they were going to compete with the long whip. The long whip swung, like a wild dog biting its prey, shaking left and right desperately.

The bald man's eyes followed the whip tip and moved quickly. He held back a lot of words but didn't dare to speak.

The golden man was not destroyed, and Mu Xingqiu was even more furious. He could do two things at once, so he continued to cast illusions on Sun Yulu. He used her to influence all the Taoist priests in Luanjing Mountain, and controlled the long whip with the other hand, determined to kill the golden man.

Sun Yulu spoke again. The tears in her eyes were gone. Under the protection of the golden man, her resistance to the mind illusion was gradually increasing. "Mu Xingqiu, turn back. You are about to be possessed by the devil. This is not a joke. You are possessed by the devil for Fangfang, but after being possessed by the devil, you can no longer protect her soul, let alone take her soul back from Feng Ruhui."

"Protect yourself. Your love tribulation has already taken shape. It is useless even if you get rid of the illusion. If you can't survive the love tribulation, you will be possessed by the devil earlier than me." Mu Xingqiu cast a spell with his mind split, without delaying either.

"You are right. I can't pass the calamity. I am not a genius Taoist priest. I have been wandering in the Canxia Realm for decades. I think my practice has come to an end. I will be possessed by the devil. Meng Yuanhou is a genius. He stayed in the Canxia Realm because he insisted on taking a risky road. When he overcomes the difficulties, he will do something. You said he is not dead. I believe that one day, a Taoist priest who will surprise the world will jump out of Pangshan Ancestral Land a hundred years later. If you are not possessed by the devil, please tell him for me then..." Sun Yulu paused for a while, as if she could not translate her inner feelings into words. Finally, she said: "He is worthy of my possessing the devil for him."

The bald man finally couldn't help it and whispered: "Brother Xiaoqiu, please, don't change too fast. I can't keep up, and Fangfang won't recognize it either."

Mu Xingqiu's eyes were burning with anger. This anger had no clear target. He simply hated everything. The only regret was that he didn't have the power to destroy the world.

The long whip was still fighting fiercely with the Jin man, and had already gained the upper hand. The horsetails at the end of the whip bound the Jin man's two feet and one hand tightly.

Mu Xingqiu's other power of mind was also increasing. With him as the center, the cold and damp cold air had spread to a hundred miles away. Countless souls were gathering towards the Frost Soul Sword through his body, and from time to time, dozens of them were separated to crush the nearby magic weapons one by one.

Only seven candles remained in the air, and the eight female Taoist priests of Luanjing Mountain were shaky. They were casting spells and were much more fragile than usual.

Everything happened at this moment, without giving anyone time to think.

Although the Jin man could weaken the mind illusion, Sun Yulu could no longer resist the inner tribulation. That was her own tribulation, and no one could help. She decided to give up and prepared to dive into the memory of Meng Yuanhou and never look back.

With a bang, the only seven remaining candles broke at the same time, wｗ.ｋ． c The eight Taoist priests of Luanjing Mountain screamed in unison, all showing their true appearances and falling to the ground.

Baldy spun as fast as a spinning top, unable to stop at all, and could only scream.

The Frost Soul Sword itself had the ability to capture souls. After all the magic weapons of Luanjing Mountain were destroyed, it continued to absorb souls, and it was faster and stronger, forming a cold whirlwind with a wider range of influence.

The sword body shook so violently that Mu Xingqiu had to try his best to hold it. The long whip suddenly retracted into his sleeve, and the golden man fighting with it disappeared.

Sun Yulu's expression began to go crazy, and a low laugh overflowed from her throat.

Baldy shouted: "Brother Xiaoqiu, save me! Fangfang, Fangfang, save me, I am Baldy."

Mu Xingqiu stood up suddenly, and the Frost Soul Sword in his hand was like a living beast, struggling to get rid of the grasp of humans.

He felt a different soul, as if - ordering him to stop.

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