Chapter 281: Power of Soul

The dreams of the residents of Duanliu City began to turn into nightmares: they dreamed of howling winds, destroying everything along the way, and taking away all the city walls, houses, and trees; they dreamed that the weather was cold and the water vapor in the air condensed into fog, making the cold winter night even more difficult. In the darkness, there seemed to be soft arms stretching out quietly from unknown places, trying to take people away without warning.

In such a dark night, a little fluorescent light flickered, bringing some warmth and light. Thanks to them, although the residents of Duanliu City were terrified in their dreams, no one woke up.

Talisman masters from various armies on the east bank of the river were dispatched in large numbers. Nearly a thousand people worked together to set up at least fifty layers of restrictions on the river. Finally, the surging cold wave was blocked. The soldiers were all neatly dressed and ready. The horses, as soon as the restriction in front fails, will immediately flee further away.

The chariot drawn by Qu Xungui's sixteen horses was parked outside the tent. He himself was paying close attention to everything that happened in Duanliu City inside the tent, trying to find out where Pang Shan and Luan Jingshan Taoist priests were. What a trick.

In Duanliu City, only a few Pangshan disciples were still awake. Xin Youtao went to the city guard's mansion to take a look, and found that the golden villain protected the princess and others well, and then returned to the inn. In the courtyard, young Taoist priests gathered around Shen Jixian, the head of the Five Elements Division, waiting for him to make a decision.

Shen Jixian had been standing in the courtyard for a while. A copper bell hung in the air about a foot above his head, making random sounds. He held a small oil lamp in his hand, and the flame stood upright strangely in the cold wind. It was a foot long, like a stretched dagger.

"Too many." Shen Jixian murmured, seemingly unaware that there was an extra Taoist priest around.

Xin Youtao didn't dare to say anything and stood obediently beside Shen Hao.

"Is Luanjing Mountain going to arrest all the souls outside the city?" Only Yang Qingyin dared to ask.

"If this continues, there may not even be enough souls left on the battlefield." Shen Jixian himself found it unbelievable. "At least a hundred thousand souls have been left behind in several battles... How is this possible? In addition to Si Ming Ding, there are also such powerful A soul-binding weapon?"

Xiao Qingtao suddenly spoke after Shen Jixian, in order not to make his friends feel too weird. She specifically emphasized that these were not her own words, "Leader Zuo said that the Siming Cauldron is the most precious treasure of Taoism and can hold infinite souls. Luanjing Mountain has ten to thirty ninth-grade or above magical weapons, which can hold one hundred thousand souls. "

"Is there anything that Mr. Zuo doesn't know about?" Shen Jixian asked coldly, and Xiao Qingtao slightly stuck out her tongue.

The flame of the small oil lamp stretched even longer, as thin as a gossamer. Finally, it could not bear the pull of external force and broke into several pieces. It paused in the air for a moment and then was all swept away by the cold wind, like pieces of will-o'-the-wisps floating outside the city.

Shen Jixian turned up his sleeves.

The oil lamp and the copper bell disappeared, and he didn't want to wait any longer. Zuo Liuying had an idea, and so did he, "I'm going to check the situation of the Jiuxuan Yin Yin Formation. You guys stay here. Remember, there are only a few of you in Duanliu City at this moment. There are no other conscious living creatures. Once something strange is discovered, If you want something, take action first and then ask who it is, do you understand?”

"Understood." Several Taoist priests said in unison.

Shen Jixian had no royal weapon, so he directly rose into the sky and flew quickly towards the big pit outside the city.

Looking at the back of the leader, Yang Qingyin felt deeply uneasy. "I shouldn't let Baldy go in. Luanjing Mountain must be causing trouble again. They have to bring all Pangshan Taoist priests back to Luanjing Mountain."

"Not necessarily." Shen Hao was more calm, "Although this soul-binding array is powerful, it is only effective on souls and mortals, and it has no great impact on Taoist priests. At least it has not had much impact so far."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold wave became stronger, like a whirlwind that was accelerating in the dark. It contained indescribable power, although only a little was revealed. But it was enough to frighten the Taoist priests.

All the Taoist priests in the courtyard showed their magic weapons. They could no longer survive the cold wave and had to resist.

"There are no good people in Luanjing Mountain, why are they allowed to capture their souls?" Yang Qingyin raised her hand to drive away the golden man hanging by her ear. The anger she had suppressed since the decisive battle slowly rose, but she could not find the enemy. It can only shoot a few fireballs into the air.

Driven by the cold wave, the fireball could not move forward in a straight line, but drew an arc and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Yang Qingyin became even more angry and sent out another fireball. This time the flight path was close to a straight line, but the fireball itself flickered on and off and disappeared before it flew very far.

Yang Qingyin gritted her teeth and was about to strike again when a voice behind her said: "It's useless to do this. This is a soul power that is about to get out of control. It must be solved from the source."

It was actually Lan Qizhang. He walked out of the room with a haggard face, but his eyes were much firmer. He stared at Yang Qingyin, "Don't blame Luan Jingshan. The person who controls the cold wave is Mu Xingqiu."

Several people were stunned, forgetting to cast spells for a moment, and the magic weapon floating in the air was almost taken away by the slow-flowing whirlwind.

"Is this what Zuo Liuying said?" Yang Qingyin was aggressive. She didn't want to hide her contempt for Lan Qizhang.

Lan Qizhang nodded, "Mu Xingqiu is about to become possessed, you have to help him."

Several people were stunned again. Although Mu Xingqiu stayed at the place where Fangfang broke the pill and refused to land after seven days, his behavior was a little stubborn, but he had more smiles on his face than usual, and his speech and behavior were normal. , showing no signs of being possessed.

Lan Qizhang glanced at everyone, "Let Mu Xingqiu know that there is a more powerful force, maybe he can stop himself from the cliff and wake up before he becomes possessed."

"Master Shen has gone." Xiao Qingtao said. A Taoist priest of the seventh level of Starfall should be able to suppress the power of the soul.

Lan Qizhang was silent for a while, "It's not enough. You must concentrate your strength to drive the ancestral tower and completely defeat this cold wave."

Yang Qingyin stepped forward, "We are just a group of Taoist priests who breathe in air. How can we be qualified to drive the ancestral tower? Why doesn't he do it himself?"

"Master is protecting the lives of all the people in the city and can't spare any time." Lan Qizhang replied calmly.

Xiao Qingtao added in a low voice: "And Master is injured."

Yang Qingyin snorted. She didn't believe anything now, but she had no other way. The cold wave that permeated the whole city was getting stronger and stronger, and the huge whirlwind was also slowly accelerating. Something must be done to stop it all.

No one said anything, which meant that everyone agreed.

From another room, the flea came out. There was a hint of confusion in the yellow eyes, but it still walked to the middle of the courtyard and stopped. Its parents stayed in the room and looked at it.

Zuo Liuying also came out, and he didn't change at all. He was not angry because the people around him left one by one, nor was he sick after being injured. His perfect face was as peaceful as a young man. Even those who lived with him day and night could hardly believe that he had a heart that was hundreds of years old.

He looked at the flea, and soon a small tower appeared on the head of the Qilin, the main body of the Pangshan Patriarch Tower.

"Use your magic to attack the Qilin, the more violent the better, your power can drive the Patriarch Tower through the purification of the spirit beast." Lan Qizhang himself did not cast a spell, his state of mind had not yet stabilized. He did not dare to use his magic power easily.

Shen Hao was the first to make a move, and the other Taoists followed suit. At first, they only emitted gentle magic power, and when they found that it would not cause any harm, they all increased their magic power.

The two horns of the flea emitted a soft light. Covering the whole body, all the spells that hit the light shield were quickly absorbed. After reaching a certain intensity, a strong light rose between the two horns and rushed directly to the Patriarch Tower three feet above the head.

The ancestral tower was also accumulating power. After a while, a group of golden men of different sizes flew out from it. The big ones were no different from ordinary people, and the small ones were only about one foot long, but they were all bigger than the golden men who protected the lives of all the people in the city.

Yang Qingyin was the first to recognize the identities of these golden men. While casting a spell, she said in surprise: "These are all descendants of the Mind Mind Department."

A total of 29 descendants of the Mind Mind Department who left their names in the ancestral tower floated in the air in a circle. A golden long whip suddenly appeared in the hand of the tallest golden man. It grew longer at lightning speed, cut through the night sky, and headed straight for the Jiuxuan Yinyin Formation outside the city.

The huge cold wave whirlwind stopped at this moment, like a stuck windmill.

The whole sky emitted the sound of cloth tearing, mixed with countless gloomy roars. But nothing appeared. The Taoists were still fearless, but the talisman masters on the other side of the Jie River were terrified. They were all trembling with fear and could only hold on. Dozens of restrictions above the Jie River were being broken one after another. Qu Xungui in the central army tent ordered dozens of high-level talisman masters to sacrifice talismans. They had to turn defense into offense.

Mu Xingqiu stood in the center of the storm, holding the Frost Soul Sword, which was shining red and white, in one hand, and waving a black snake-like whip in the other. The whip had grown to more than a hundred feet and was still growing.

Eight Taoists from Luanjing Mountain had fallen to the bottom of the pit and were unconscious. Only Sun Yulu remained in the air, with her arms spread out. Her Taoist robes fluttered in the wind. She closed her eyes and smiled, unaware of the turmoil around her. She was ready to be possessed by the devil, neither forced nor painful.

The long black whip surrounded her, circle after circle, like a huge cocoon.

The bald man had stopped spinning and hid behind Mu Xingqiu. He also closed his eyes and looked pale. He had never been so scared before. Even when the snake demon swallowed his body, he was not so scared.

Shen Jixian arrived first, broke through the dark soul-binding hidden text, stood at a higher place, and immediately understood the situation in front of him, "Mu Xingqiu, stop!"

Mu Xingqiu did not stop, and did not even speak in response. His expression was firm, and he was casting spells with all his strength.

Shen Jixian did not hesitate to cast five long dragons of different colors, twisted into a strand, and rushed straight to the Frost Soul Sword. .anshcm He saw that this sword was the biggest source of power for the Taoist who inhaled air.

The dragon body entangled the sword body, and was stopped by the ever-changing light. The dragon and the sword were about ten feet apart. Shen Jixian slowly increased his magic power, and the dragon body slowly tightened, getting closer and closer to the sword body.

Soon, the golden whip sent by the largest golden man arrived, immediately joined the battle, and also entangled the Frost Soul Sword.

At almost the same time, the magic from the other side of the Jie River also arrived. Groups of paper talismans, at least three hundred of them, flew over the pit, turned into swords, spears, and axes, and threw them at everyone indiscriminately.

Five-colored dragons, golden whips, hundreds of flying talismans, Mu Xingqiu stood in the middle, as if he had never seen them. He felt unprecedentedly powerful and was in an inexplicable state. He didn't care about the new source of power, and he didn't care about the various spells that suddenly came. He only cared about one thing - where was the soul that ordered him to stop.

He was concentrating all his efforts to find it.

The cold wave whirlwind outside was forced to stop, but the storm in the Jiuxuan Yinyin Formation became more violent. Mu Xingqiu wanted to make it more violent.

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