Chapter 297 The Real Mage

The prophetic fire rose to more than ten feet, reflecting half of the sky as green as emerald.

Shen Geng opened his eyes, and his first move was to look at the enemy on the opposite side. Mu Xingqiu hadn't woken up yet, and even through the firelight, he could see that his face was full of pain.

Shen Geng stood up and put away the Liuguang Treasure Book. His blood-red eyes became more prominent in the green. He glanced around and found that there were at least a thousand casual cultivators floating in the air around the mountain, all looking at the Fire of Prophecy obsessively. , seems to be able to draw strength from it. Not far from the fire, there are forty or fifty teenagers sitting, their faces illuminated by the green light extremely excited.

The bald man flew around behind Mu Xingqiu, biting his lip, and three strands of hair swaying gently like tentacles. He was anxious, but he did not dare to approach Brother Xiaoqiu for fear of disturbing his thoughts.

Shen Geng walked towards Lan Bing Ke on the carriage, stopped after a few steps, and stood there thinking for a while, "The fire of prophecy does not provide the future, but observes oneself."

"Oh, what did you see?" Lan Bingju said with a smile. Shen Geng easily passed the test in just one hour, and she was not surprised at all.

"I saw that I was burned by the flames, but I did not die. I walked with the flames, burning everything I encountered into ashes. I saw countless corpses spread out on the ground, and there were many faces I knew among them, including You." Shen Geng pointed at Lan Bingju, paying no attention to the angry-looking cultivators around him.

"That's your future, not mine." Lan Bingju waved her hand casually, "Go on, what else do you see?"

"I saw that there was a fire in my body. It was the original Tao fire. It supported my immortality and filled me with strength. So I understood. Through the fire of prophecy, I observed everything about myself. I knew What’s the problem and how to fix it.”

Shen Geng stretched out his right arm and pointed the palm of his hand at the head not far away, "The demonic Taoist is also a Taoist priest. If the Taoist fire is not extinguished, I will not be controlled by the demonic thoughts."

Something that looked like both light and a dagger appeared in the air a few feet in front of his palm. It jumped up suddenly and hit the bald man on the cheek instantly. The worried expression on the bald man's face immediately turned into greed, ferocity and anger. He turned to Shen Geng and wanted to pounce on him and bite him, but he lost his self-control. Unable to move.

Shen Geng cast the magic repair spell, which was different from what Cun Xiang had done before. Baldy could no longer make it invalid. Instead, he was completely manipulated by Shen Geng, moving up, down, left, right, and sometimes turning his head in circles. His mouth Still opening and closing constantly, his teeth chattered loudly.

The casual cultivators in the sky were still paying attention to the prophecy fire, but the young people watching could not help laughing. The heads were jumping around like headless flies, which was both terrifying and ridiculous, attracting their attention.

Lan Bingju nodded slightly,

It wasn't the head that mattered to her. But Shen Geng himself said, "Some methods require you to practice hard, and some methods are just a fleeting thought. Now you are like a real magician, based on Tao fire. You use demonic cultivation and possess the power of demons." , but not controlled by the devil. If you are not killed, you will become an amazing strong man."

Shen Geng looked at the bald man with a red light in his eyes. He had murderous intentions, but he still withdrew the spell. Once he could fully control the magic spell, the head would be too weak in his opinion. Killing him would be a disservice to himself. Humiliated, "I don't want to wait a hundred years." He raised his hands in front of his eyes, looked at them carefully, and said with confidence, "Within thirty years, I will let the Nine Dao Alliance embark on a new path."

The bald man stopped running around and looked confused. He didn't understand what the children nearby were laughing at. After a while, he remembered the experience of being controlled just now. He glared at Shen Geng and stared at Mu Xingqiu with concern.

Lan Bingju laughed, "I wish you success. Thirty years only lasts in the blink of an eye, but I can't wait."

"Return Yangshen Peak to me." Shen Geng said coldly.

"Boy, are you threatening me? You may be stronger than me in a hundred years, but now I can kill you with one finger, and by the way, your future will be wiped out." Lan Bingju still insisted. Centenary" argument.

"You don't dare to kill me. In fact, you don't dare to kill any Taoist priest." Shen Geng left Pangshan for the first time. He had to slowly figure out some things. "You build your own little kingdom in Lianhaishan." "What you fear most is Taoism. You know very well that it only takes one or two high-level Taoist priests to destroy hundreds of years of hard work."

"Haha, you scared me." Lan Bingju smiled and patted his heart, "So you should understand that I hope to see the Taoism in chaos. If you want Yangshen Peak, just find a more powerful backer. I I won’t hand over Pangshan’s treasure to a little Taoist priest.”

Lan Bingju raised her left hand, and the car hood hanging above her head flew towards Shen Geng's head and hit it hard.

Shen Geng held the Tao Fire Jue in his left hand in front of his heart, and pointed his thumb to the sky with his right hand. A black light rose up and caught the huge car hood three feet above his head.

"What a magic priest, much better than the ordinary Taoist priests at the first level of Dinxia." Lan Bingju shook his left arm slightly, and a jade bracelet flew out of his sleeve and landed on the car hood. He pressed it down enough. It's two feet long, only one foot away from Shen Geng's head.

Shen Geng bent his legs slightly and kept his posture unchanged, "You want to try my strength? Just cast a spell, I can still bear it."

Lan Binghu said nothing, raised his right arm, took off a jade hairpin on his head, licked it on his lips, and then stabbed Shen Geng lightly. This stab seemed to have no effect. There was no light, electricity, or five-element spell. It was dozens of steps away from the enemy, and it was not even a threat. But Shen Geng could not resist it. He retreated several steps and barely stood up. The heel of one foot was close to the fire of prophecy.

The hood and jade bracelet on his head were pressed even lower, almost touching Shen Geng's bun.

The surrounding casual cultivators held their breath and calmed down. Even the young men ignored the ridiculousness of their heads and stared closely at Shen Geng, whose legs were getting more and more bent, and the leisurely Dharma King. They knew that the Dharma King only needed to stab with the hairpin again, and the fight would end.

Many casual cultivators saw the Dharma King cast a spell for the first time, and their hearts were deeply touched. Their legs were as weak as Shen Geng's, and they wanted to kneel down while floating in the air.

The exclamation of the casual cultivators was like a gust of wind rising from the ground. Seventy years of practice surpassed the Life and Death Mage King. This was an unimaginable miracle for any casual cultivator.

Shen Geng was not satisfied. He shouted softly, and his body decomposed and turned into a ball of black smoke, which instantly dropped to less than one foot high. Then it grew again in an instant, and the car hood and jade bracelet were launched into the sky. The casual cultivators only raised their heads, and the two magic tools of the Dharma King had disappeared in the night sky.

The black smoke gathered into a human shape again. Shen Geng seemed to have just experienced a rebirth. His whole body was emitting a light like water reflecting moonlight. He took a few steps forward and said word by word: "Thirty years."

Lan Binghu laughed, neither confirming nor denying. With a wave of his hand, the hood returned to its original position, and the jade bracelet flew to his wrist. "I am very curious, what exactly did you experience in Yangshen Peak that led to such amazing progress? This is definitely not an achievement that can be achieved by hard work. You must have had other experiences."

"That is none of your business. Either kill me now or return Yangshen Peak to me. Don't wait for me to come back to you in thirty years."

"Haha, I look forward to seeing you in thirty years. I am afraid that it will not be me who stops you by then, but the nine great sects. So, listen to my advice, don't go to Luanjing Mountain, find a truly secluded place. Hide and practice, maybe You still have a chance to live another thirty years. And don't set your goal to my standard. Have a higher vision. If you want to change the direction of Taoism, you have to be stronger than all the Taoists. "

"I'm not looking for Luanjing Mountain, but my mother." Shen Geng finally stopped insisting on returning to Yangshen Peak. He looked at Lan Binghu deeply and turned to face Mu Xingqiu who was still thinking, "Maybe I'm wrong. A real Taoist won't take so long to get rid of the prophecy fire."

Mu Xingqiu's condition looked very bad. Not only was his face distorted, but his body was also shaking. The bald man flew back and forth faster and faster, but he was helpless.

"He has too many and too deep attachments. This is a taboo in cultivation and the biggest obstacle to getting rid of the prophecy fire." Lan Binghu was slightly disappointed. She could accept Shen Geng's arrogance and threats, but she felt that Mu Xingqiu's failure to pass the test was a failure. "Why does Zuo Liuying value such a little Taoist?"

"When he wakes up, I will fight him again. Please don't interfere." Shen Geng said. "I have no reason to interfere. Aren't you afraid of his Frost Soul Sword?"

With Shen Geng's current cultivation, he needs to rely on Yangshen Peak to fight against the powerful soul power, but after the test of the prophecy fire, his confidence has been restored, "I have never been afraid."

The bald man couldn't bear the torment, turned his head and said to Lan Binghu: "You are so capable, save Brother Xiaoqiu?"

Lan Binghu smiled and shook his head, "Why save him? Let Shen Geng kill him?"

The bald man knew that begging was useless, so he rose to the sky and looked into the distance, "I am flying too slowly, why hasn't Zuo Liuying come yet."

It has been more than an hour. With Yang Qingyin's speed, she should have flown to Talang City a hundred miles away. As for Zuo Liuying, she should have flown here in the blink of an eye.

"Don't wait for Zuo Liuying. Talang City is the capital of the king. There are at least a thousand kinds of prohibitions. Yang Qingyin can't fly there. She is probably arguing with the talisman master on the way." Lan Binghu was a little bored and yawned. "It seems that I need to make the fire of prophecy burn more vigorously so that this test can end sooner." The green flame suddenly grew twice as high, like a swaying green spear piercing deeply into the entire mountain. Dozens of casual cultivators coughed violently. Lan Binghu was quite disdainful of his subordinates, "If you can't stand it, get out of here quickly." Hundreds of casual cultivators immediately descended to the foot of the mountain, but the dozens of young men were treated preferentially. A layer of light screen appeared in front of them. They could see the flames but were not affected. The dozens of feet of prophecy fire lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour. The bald man was so anxious that his face turned pale. Finally, he saw Xiaoqiu slowly open his eyes, "Wake up, wake up!" The bald man shouted happily. Mu Xingqiu turned his head and smiled at the bald man. He supported himself with his hands and barely stood up. He stood on the ground and swayed back and forth, looking extremely weak. The bald man hurried over to hold his waist.

The prophetic fire quickly weakened and soon disappeared. The top of the mountain suddenly became much darker.

"Mu Xingqiu, what did you see?" Lan Binghu's voice did not have much interest. This Taoist took too long.

"I saw--" Mu Xingqiu's throat was hoarse, as if he had just walked out of the dusty wilderness. Not only did his appearance change completely, but his comprehension seemed to have slowed down. He thought for a while before continuing, "A city."

Lan Binghu was slightly stunned, "What does this mean?"

"That is a city full of souls." Mu Xingqiu finally came back to life, slowly straightened his body, his voice returned to normal, and turned to Shen Geng and said: "I heard you say you wanted to fight me, and I also wanted to do so."

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