Chapter 303 Who Wins and Who Loses

Yang Baozhen and Mu Xingqiu both lost control of their bodies and strength, and were controlled by others. They were fighting on a stormy rain cloud several miles apart. ybd,

The only difference was that Mu Xingqiu remained awake and could regain control of himself at any time.

This was the first time that Mu Xingqiu experienced the strength of the Taoist Xingluo. Before this, he had only seen the Taoist Xingluo fighting demons. As for Shen Zhun, who had tried to force out the demon species, he never used his full strength from beginning to end.

Yang Baozhen's right hand was pinching the magic formula at an astonishing speed, as if plucking the strings of a musical instrument, and her five fingers were changing at any time. She was a high-level Taoist of the Five Elements Department, and she could also summon a colorful dragon. On the surface, it was just fighting with the black whip, but in fact, every time the magic formula was adjusted, the dragon's power and attack method would change subtly.

The black whip that was not under Mu Xingqiu's control had increased its power dozens of times. With the support of the Fish Dragon Formation, it had far exceeded the limits of the Inhalation Realm and the third level of the Illusion Realm. It not only caught the enemy's spells, but also slowly began to counterattack.

The battle was over soon. Yang Baozhen's goal was to find a loophole. There was no loophole, and she didn't want to get entangled. The dragon turned around and blocked the black whip with its body. Yang Baozhen turned around and prepared to return to the rain cloud. She had already seen the power of the Lianhaishan Monks Group, and that was enough.

The black whip dispersed the colorful dragon and retracted on its own. Lan Binghu had no intention of chasing and beating him.

The pressure on the dragon-fishing formation suddenly decreased. Mu Xingqiu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He suddenly took back control of himself, stood up, and shouted to Yang Baozhen who was flying away: "The Dao Fire will not go out!"

Yang Baozhen, who was flying, looked back and saw the young Taoist priest on the lotus throne raised his right hand and pinched the most basic Taoist formula - the thumb against the ring finger, the other three fingers vertical, and there was a gap between the fingers, which was the Dao Fire Formula.

She did not make any reaction and disappeared into the rain cloud.

Mu Xingqiu sat down and merged with the dragon-fishing formation again, feeling a little regretful. The Dao Fire Formula was the first formula Yang Baozhen taught his disciples at Yangshen Peak. He still remembered the scene at that time, but the Yangdu Sect controlled by Luanjing Mountain had changed a lot, and even the memories were gone.

Lan Binghu's display of strength was not over yet. Soon, there was another new battle under the rain clouds. Mu Xingqiu was loyal to his duty, sitting still on the lotus throne, letting the magic power flow in and out of his body, and only looking down in the intervals. This time, the opponent was a strange female Taoist priest from Luanjing Mountain. She looked even older than Lan Binghu, and obviously refused to show her true face.

Mu Xingqiu quickly retracted his heavenly eyes and silently observed the fish dragon formation.

Lan Binghu was indeed quite capable.

The formation that took two hundred years to create and perfect, integrating thousands of scattered cultivators into one, imitated the way Taoists cast spells, and exerted a powerful power, far exceeding the effect of fighting alone.

The formation suddenly shook violently. It seemed that a certain part was hit by the opponent, and the magic power flowing through Mu Xingqiu's body increased sharply. His own inner elixir also rotated at full speed, contributing to this torrent of magic power.

The shaking feeling like a tremor gradually disappeared. The magic power weakened and was close to nothing. Another battle ended, and the fish dragon formation was still the winner. Without pursuing the victory, Lan Binghu had achieved his goal and gained a favorable negotiating position for Lian Haishan.

Half an hour passed. The fish dragon formation was disbanded. In a very short time, Mu Xingqiu heard the voices of the casual cultivators again. The shaking just now caused the death of at least thirty casual cultivators. The survivors were even more afraid of the Dharma King and were almost going crazy.

It is completely acceptable to sacrifice a hand to save one's life, but when this hand is made up of dozens of living lives, the feeling is quite different. The casual cultivators all know that the next person to be sacrificed may be themselves.

"Our deal is over." Lan Binghu's voice ended everything. Mu Xingqiu could no longer hear the voices of the casual cultivators, and he didn't even have time to figure out where the fear would go: collapse or resistance.

Mu Xingqiu flew through the rain clouds with his sword. The rain was already very light. There was only a lonely carriage on the ground. The casual cultivators and the Taoist priests of Luanjing Mountain had left.

Chaos Cliff is an inconspicuous seaside cliff that is always under the impact of waves. Under the erosion and scouring of the sea water, there is not even a piece of moss on the stone, like the skeleton of a dead beast.

Only a few casual cultivators were sacrificed to achieve the goal, which made Lan Binghu feel very good. She stood at the door of the carriage and raised her head slightly. "Three days ago, Zuo Liuying came to bet with me. The time limit has passed. I was not convinced by anyone, so he lost. But you don’t have to regret it. The cooperation between you and me is very pleasant. I didn’t have much hope for you at first, but now it seems that you may be able to rebuild the Mind Heart Department in a few years. As part of the deal, and to end my last concern for the prophecy, I will give you this gift."

Lan Binghu raised his hand and threw the gift to Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu took it in his hand, which was the bald man’s head. He fell into a coma again, biting a thin booklet in his mouth. The booklet was still new and seemed to have just been made.

"Most of the methods of the Nianxin School were destroyed tens of thousands of years ago. I have selected a few of the remaining methods, which may be useful to you."

Mu Xingqiu put away the booklet, held his head and flew up again, saying "thank you", and planned to go find Pangshan's people. He thought Zuo Liuying and others would also come to Chaos Cliff, but he didn't see any trace of them.

"Wait." Lan Binghu was still unsatisfied, "Do you know who was fighting with the Fish Dragon Formation just now?"

"Pangshan Taoist Yang Baozhen, and another Luanjingshan Taoist."

"Hey, to be precise, Yang Baozhen is the Taoist priest of Luanjing Mountain. As for the second Taoist priest, her name is Feng Zaisu. She is a hermit from Dengzhuke. She is older than me. She probably won't live long." Lan Bingke He paused for a moment and carefully observed Mu Xingqiu's expression, "Feng Zaisu is the helper Zuo Liuying Duo found in Langcheng. With your help, I defeated her. Luanjing Mountain was very satisfied with this. A few days later , I will meet with Feng Ruhui to negotiate an agreement that is beneficial to both parties, so you don’t need to thank me.”

"You are really a weirdo." Mu Xingqiu raised his voice a little higher, "Did you already know that Zuo Liuying would find help?"

"I knew it as soon as he said he was going to Treading Wave City." The rain had stopped, and Lan Bingqu's good mood was about to end. "Go, boy, take the book I gave you. Zuo Liuying is a smart man after all. Little bastard, he knows that I am reluctant to kill a promising Nianxinke disciple, so he can safely hand you over to me, but I am relieved now. You should avoid me from now on, the only successor of Nianxinke. It's better not to die in my hands."

Mu Xingqiu glanced to the southwest and said to Lan Bingju: "You still lost to Zuo Liuying."

"I don't think so." Lan Bingju regarded Mu Xingqiu's words as a futile counterattack after being humiliated. She didn't believe it at all and still kept a smile on her face.

"Zuo Liuying knows that you can't be persuaded. He asked me to stay, not to win over you, nor to perfect my telepathy illusion. But for your fish-dragon formation."

"Boy, you have to have some basis in truth to lie. My Fish-Dragon Formation is at most equivalent to the strength of a Xingluo Taoist priest. What will happen even if Zuo Liuying learns it?"

"You haven't looked at yourself with the fire of prophecy for a long time, right?"

Lan Bingju's face darkened. "What exactly do you want to say?"

"You said that you only study the illusion of mind and have never practiced it. However, the entire fish-dragon array is maintained by illusion. In fact, you have unknowingly learned a little illusion of mind and integrated it into the Five Elements spell."

Lan Bingju's face became even more gloomy, "That's nonsense."

"Your use of illusions is quite unique and has inspired me a lot. This is the result Zuo Liuying wants."

"Idiot, your illusion is only at the third level, so what if you are inspired? Does Zuo Liuying want to defeat Luan Jingshan with the Fish-Dragon Formation? It's just wishful thinking."

"We don't have five thousand casual cultivators, so we can't use the Fish-Dragon Formation, but I have one hundred thousand souls."

Mu Xingqiu flew to the southwest. A few miles later, a voice on the ground shouted, "Master, take me with you. I still have many secrets..."

Mu Xingqiu lowered himself, grabbed the half-demon Feiba, and continued to move forward.

Lan Bingju had the chance to stop Mu Xingqiu, but she did nothing. She just looked at the figure of Taoist Pangshan in silence. Until Mu Xingqiu completely disappeared, she did not move. "Use the fish-dragon formation to stimulate the soul." Power? Stupid, this is absolutely a stupid idea, it is impossible to achieve.”

Lan Binghu said this, but she still had doubts in her heart. With a finger, a pile of green prophetic fire rose up from the wet stone, only a few feet away from her.

She hasn't thought about the fire of prophecy for at least a hundred years. For the Taoist priests of Yin and Yin, this is not a test at all. She quickly entered the state of thinking and then quickly exited. Under the reflection of green light, For the first time, the whole face showed irreparable age and fatigue.

"Two bastards." She muttered, her good mood gone. "I want to go to Luanjing Mountain, and I want to see you fall into the abyss with my own eyes."

Mu Xingqiu flew along the sea cliff, ignoring Feiba's flattery and nagging, and saw the signal from Pangshan Taoist Priest two hundred miles away: a fireball floating in the sky that a mortal could not see clearly. .

Pangshan Taoist priests were all there, as well as Sun Yulu from Luanjing Mountain, Feng Zaisu who was defeated by the Fish-Dragon Formation, and several other unfamiliar Taoist priests. Judging from the shapes of their buns and hairpins, they actually came from different Taoist traditions.

Before Mu Xingqiu landed on the ground, Yang Qingyin came up to meet him, "I heard that you were also in Lan Bingju's formation? Do you know who the formation attacked? And where did Shen Geng go? Do you know Did Lan Bingju give Yangshen Peak to Luanjing Mountain as a gift?”

Yang Qingyin had too many questions, and Mu Xingqiu couldn't answer them. He walked directly to Zuo Liuying and raised his left hand wrapped with the Frost Soul Sword, "Is this your purpose?"

Zuo Liuying nodded, "I hope that Pangshan disciples can drive Qin Lingshuang's soul." The head of the Forbidden Secret Department ended his answer and turned to the forest more than ten miles away, "Everyone is here, let's set off to Luanjing Mountain."

Except for Zuo Liuying and Mu Xingqiu, everyone else looked confused.

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