Chapter 288: Fully Moving Heart

The carriage stopped, the door opened, and twenty casual cultivators wearing Huang Fu Army armor stood outside, all ready to cast spells. This article was first published by

Lan Binghu made a gesture to see him off, and said to Zuo Liuying coldly: "It's rare that after so many years, you still remember my temper. You know that I appreciate people with rebellious personalities, so I specially found a few Taoists, but it's a pity that it's useless. I can admit that I have heard a little about Duanliu City. You can think of using the Dan Shattering Technique to stop the demon army. It is indeed a strange move that makes me look at you with new eyes. It turns out that our little genius has some real skills. But the skills are your own, so you can find a way yourself. For more than four hundred years, the casual cultivators under my command have changed at least three generations. Pangshan has no meaning to me."

Sun Yulu leaned forward to leave, and found that Zuo Liuying did not move, so she did not move either, and Mu Xingqiu and several Taoists who inhaled air did not move either.

The casual cultivators outside the car were in the rain, and some had already summoned glittering spells and were shaking them in their palms.

Facing his aunt's order to expel him, Zuo Liuying only said one sentence, "He is a disciple of the Nianxin Department."

Lan Binghu suddenly put down his arm and stared at Mu Xingqiu for a while, with an inexplicable look, "It seems that I should pay more attention to Pangshan. When did another Nianxin Department appear in addition to Pangshan's ten departments?"

"From now on, I am the only disciple of the Nianxin Department." Mu Xingqiu said, knowing that he was used as a pawn by Zuo Liuying again. He didn't care about being used by high-level Taoist priests, but just hoped that they could tell him in advance, which was exactly what Zuo Liuying never wanted to do.

"Did you see the descendants of Mind in the Patriarch Tower?"

"Twenty-nine, all of them. There were only pictures, no words. Then I met them again in the Demon Cave of Xingshan. They wanted to keep me in there."

Lan Binghu laughed and raised his arm to point at the twenty casual cultivators outside the car, "Let me see your Mind Illusion. Cast a spell and let them fight each other."

The casual cultivator guards were all wearing helmets, their faces could not be seen, and their steps moved uncomfortably, but no one raised a word of objection. They were obviously very awed by the Life and Death Mage King and dared not resist at all.

Mu Xingqiu shook his head and refused, "I am only in the second level of illusion, I don't have much ability, these people don't have the intention to kill each other. Naturally, I can't inspire them, but..."

Lan Binghu was nodding since she mentioned the second level of illusion. When she heard the word "but", she stopped nodding, her eyes lit up, and her interest became stronger and stronger.

The inside and outside of the car fell into silence at the same time. Only a very few people knew what was going to happen, and the others. Including several Pangshan breathing Taoists, all of them were confused and looked at each other in confusion.

After about five breaths,

a casual cultivator outside the car suddenly knelt down. He trembled and said, "Master, spare my life." Immediately afterwards, several more people knelt down. Although the remaining casual cultivators did not kneel, they also looked panicked.

Lan Binghu laughed again. With a wave of his hand, the door closed and the carriage continued to move forward. Several casual cultivators outside stood up and whispered to their companions in confusion about what was going on.

"I can only do this." Mu Xingqiu did not use his full strength. Even if he doubled the mind illusion technique to perform it with one mind and two purposes, the effect would not be better. These twenty casual cultivators have profound magical powers, equivalent to the second or third level of the Taoist breathing level. However, the inner alchemy of the casual cultivators is mixed, and the magic defense caused by them is not very stable, and occasionally there will be a flaw. Mu Xingqiu has already discovered this feature in Duanliu City, but he still waited for a while before seizing the opportunity to take advantage of it. The mind illusion technique entered through the gap, stimulating several casual cultivators' already very strong fear of Lan Binghu. The inner alchemy of the other casual cultivators is purer. In order to cast illusions on them, Mu Xingqiu must first use a long whip to break their defense.

"Amazing, you learned it all by yourself?" Lan Binghu leaned forward and stared at Mu Xingqiu, wishing to pull him to his side, and ignored everyone else.

"I got help from many people." Mu Xingqiu did not lie. Fangfang, Lin Sa, the successor of the mind-reading department, and even Zuo Liuying, all provided him with more or less help and guidance, some of which were unintentional.

"Well... you use a move on me." Lan Binghu still had some doubts.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at Zuo Liuying and silently performed the mind illusion technique, trying to find Lan Binghu's emotions. He found it quickly. Lan Binghu was not on guard.

After the Taoist condensed his Qi into Dan and was blessed with the fundamental hiding method, the inner Dan would automatically generate a protective force, which was difficult to penetrate by ordinary spells. Low-level Taoists could not stop this power, and only high-level Taoists could suspend part of the protective power.

Lan Binghu opened his state of mind to a Taoist who had just met him. This was an extremely risky move. Normal Taoists would not do this.

But she didn't care, so Mu Xingqiu didn't refuse.

The lake of mind is just a metaphor, but in Mu Xingqiu's eyes, the human heart, especially the heart of a Taoist, is indeed like a lake. The so-called emotions are the ripples on the lake. If you understand these ripples, you can infer the emotions they correspond to. Throwing a stone in at a good angle can turn the ripples of emotions into waves, and even use magic to hold the waves in your hands.

Lan Binghu's lake of mind is very strange. It has nothing in common with the peaceful heart of a Taoist priest. It is more like the heart of a mortal, and a mortal with insatiable desires. Various ripples cross-influence each other, and there is almost no calm place. But there are also differences. She has too many ripples, and none of them has a clear advantage. Instead, it presents an abnormal static state, and Mu Xingqiu has no idea where to start.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion was still at the second level of the illusion, and he could only see vague ripples, and could not dig out the other party's memory like the mind control technique. In order not to come in vain, Mu Xingqiu used illusion to touch the most familiar ripples - hatred. He had seen this emotion in the hearts of countless mortals and monsters.

The ripples began to move frequently, and Mu Xingqiu was about to continue to cast a spell, but he was pushed out by a powerful magic power.

Lan Binghu was not only brave, but also had extremely deep magic power to allow a Taoist priest to enter her state of mind and drive him out at will. Although she had not made any further progress in more than 400 years, she was still a high-level Taoist priest of the sixth level of Xingluo.

This battle between the states of mind was not visible to outsiders. The bald man asked in a confused whisper: "Brother Xiaoqiu, did you win?"

"No." Mu Xingqiu knew that his strength was still too far away from that of the high-level Taoist priests. Even if he had a chance, he would not be able to grasp it, unless there was a special situation like the Taoist priests of Luanjing Mountain set up a soul-binding formation. He had a chance.

The bald man said in disappointment.

Yang Qingyin was also confused, "Are you also a disciple of the Nianxin School? I heard that the Nianxin School has been interrupted for tens of thousands of years. Mu Xingqiu should be the only disciple in these years."

"Of course I am not a disciple of the Nianxin School..." Lan Binghu was about to explain, when a whistle suddenly sounded outside. It started with just one person, but soon it became a whistle made by hundreds of people, like a group of noisy monkeys.

Lan Binghu's eyes lit up, and he stood up and swept his eyes across the faces of several people, "Let me show you how many casual cultivators there are in Lian Haishan."

Except for the side facing the horses. The three walls of the carriage suddenly fell outwards, flush with the bottom of the carriage, and the roof of the carriage rose several feet and floated in the air. The carriage was expanded by magic, and it shrank rapidly at this time. The Taoists got up in time and found that the tables and chairs and other things were retracted into the floor and disappeared, and the carriage became a platform of medium size.

The rain outside stopped, and the air was moist and fresh. It was refreshing, and even the Taoists felt relaxed and happy.

The carriage stopped on a mountain ridge. To the west was a gentle slope, which was now occupied by scattered cultivators. It was several miles wide, with at least three thousand people stacked one on top of another, most of them floating in the air. It was a solid wall of people, but the top layer was also a little shorter than the carriage.

The scattered cultivators were dressed in different clothes, and no one rode an illusory beast. They were all very humble in front of the King of Life and Death.

"Greetings, the King of Dharma, may the King of Dharma live forever." Thousands of scattered cultivators blessed in unison, and everyone in heaven and on earth knelt down.

Lan Binghu waved his hand, and the scattered cultivators stood up at the same time, and no one spoke quietly.

A smug smile flashed across Lan Binghu's old face. Her appearance was real, not an illusion. She said loudly: "Where is the guardian Sima?"

A scattered cultivator flew to the ground and bowed, saying: "This general is here."

The Taoist priests of Pangshan were stunned. Lan Binghu actually trained the scattered cultivators into an army, and the title was also different. This was not Pangshan's style.

"How was the battle?"

The Dharma Protector Sima was a casual cultivator with a long beard hanging down to his chest. He didn't look very old. His eyes were big and round, and he always looked like he was glaring at people fiercely. In front of Lan Binghu, these eyes only dared to look at the ground. "Yesterday, the Lianhaishan monk group encountered three waves of sea monsters that landed on the shore. Thanks to the protection of the Dharma King, our army fought a series of battles and annihilated all the sea monsters, killing more than 1,300 monsters and capturing 420."

Lan Binghu looked at Taoist Pangshan, "Remember, it's not just you who are fighting against the monsters, and Qi Wushang is not the only threat."

Sun Yulu felt that this was an opportunity, and was about to ask for a joint effort, but Lan Binghu had already turned to the Dharma Protector Sima, "How many demon pills did you get?"

The Dharma Protector Sima hesitated for a moment, and his voice lowered involuntarily, "Fifty-seven."

"Killing more than a thousand sea monsters, only so many demon pills?" Lan Bingbinghu's face darkened.

The guardian Sima trembled slightly, "These three groups of sea monsters are mostly ordinary monsters, there is no monster pill to take, but there are some monsters that look quite tall among the captives..."

He couldn't continue. There were no big monsters among the sea monsters participating in the battle, and it was even more impossible to have any among the captives.

Lan Binghu had a little understanding of the battle in Duanliu City, and knew that this record was far from comparable. He snorted coldly, clasped his hands together, and rubbed them gently.

Although the guardian Sima didn't dare to look up, he could catch a glimpse of the actions of the life-killing magician king. He was so scared that he fell to his knees and kowtowed for mercy. The scattered cultivators on the hillside didn't even dare to breathe.

Lan Binghu thought for a while, waved his hand again, and the guardian Sima retreated as if he had been pardoned, and ordered people to bring out the captives behind the wall of scattered cultivators.

Hundreds of captives were thrown on the ground, most of them were half-demons of the sea clan, wｗw.anh.c their hands, feet and faces were covered with scales, some knelt timidly, some stood up, looking boldly at the old woman in the car with bulging eyes.

Lan Binghu raised her hand, as if she wanted to say something soothing, but she didn't speak. The captives fell one after another, and with each one that fell, a demon pill rose into the air, most of which were scales.

Mu Xingqiu and others were a little surprised. Lan Binghu could seize the demon pill without even showing his magic weapon. He was very capable.

More than 30 sea monsters fell, rolling and twitching, and soon they stopped moving. No sea monster could pretend to be brave, and they all knelt down.

Lan Binghu withdrew her hand, and all the demon pills in the air fell to the ground. She didn't want any of them.

She turned to face Mu Xingqiu and continued what she had just said: "I am a Taoist priest of the Yin-Yang Department. It's very interesting. The only prophecy I made in my life is related to the Mind Department."

Behind Lan Binghu, a large number of casual cultivators took out their magic weapons and prepared to slaughter the captives. Mu Xingqiu was about to ask about the prophecy when his name was heard among the sea monster captives.

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