Chapter 317: Love Is Still There

The bald man himself was stunned, and he smacked his lips, as if he had accidentally swallowed strange-tasting food, "It doesn't taste like Zuo Liuying...b." He was often used as a sound transmission incense burner by the head of the Forbidden Secret Department, feeling for some connections. , I feel that the words that just blurted out did not come from the outside world.

Feng Ruhui's smile did not change, and he slowly pointed the Si Ming Ding at the bald spot on Mu Xingqiu's head, "The demonic aura, the thick demonic aura, let me see what tricks Du Fangfeng can still play after death?"

"Du Fangfeng exploded, bang, what else can he do? Are you sure... Huh?" The bald man watched in surprise that the newly grown silver hair was growing again. He involuntarily left Mu Xingqiu's head and rose to the top of his head. About a foot tall, his silver hair grew faster and faster, slowly forming another human shape.

Mu Xingqiu, who was standing below, hurriedly avoided, otherwise he would be wrapped in the silver hair. Feng Ruhui also stepped back a few steps to make room for the silver hair. She was not anxious at all, but waited with interest. Shaped with silver hair.

The Frost Soul Sword was left in place.

The young demon followed step by step and floated behind Feng Ruhui, waiting like Mu Xingqiu.

The silver hair grew into a human shape, and it soon stood on the ground. Its whole body was composed of thin bright silk, and it appeared like a strong man. He was ten feet tall. Except for a short silver skirt around his waist, his whole body was covered with hair. There was no hair, and the bald spot on the top of his head was like a bun.

"Haha, I have a body!" Bald Man shouted excitedly, and immediately frowned, "Why doesn't your body listen to me? You idiot, lift your legs and let me see."

Lan Bingju, who was on the carriage not far away, smiled and said, "Interesting, the dummy transformed by sorcery actually knows how to cover his private parts. This infatuated Du Fangfeng seems to have some skills. I have thousands of casual cultivators, but none of them can This move.”

Feng Ruhui raised his right hand and pointed it at the humanoid silver hair, "Useless casual cultivator. He actually learned spells from the demon clan."

A stream of clear smoke shot out, and the humanoid heart was penetrated.

The human form was hollow, and there was no heart in the chest. The hole was quickly filled with nearby silver threads, and in the blink of an eye it was intact as before. He did not speak, and stretched out his hand to grab Feng Ruhui. The bald man standing at the top shouted: "You disobedient body, I haven't let you do it yet... Let's see if you have the ability to defeat..."

Feng Ruhui waved his hand casually, and another puff of smoke passed by, and the entire arm of the humanoid was chopped off. The arm was reduced to ashes before it even hit the ground. The humanoid figure didn't know the pain, and a new arm quickly grew out of the broken arm, and continued to grasp Feng Ruhui persistently.

Lan Bingju laughed a few times, "I understand, this is not just hair, but also love. Du Fangfeng's love will continue to linger, and it will be entangled even after death.

What a rare good man. "

Only Mu Xingqiu understood the general reason. Du Fangfeng made a deal with Yi Shijun in Qishan. He took the bottle of sword-washing water and blew himself up in public, washing away the dusty marks on the scroll in a very unique way. In return, he learned a new magic. Injecting a trace of emotion into the scroll, this magic trick is only effective on Feng Ruhui, so ordinary Taoist priests cannot find out the details, and Zuo Liuying will not tell the truth even if he sees it clearly.

The bald man chewed half of the scroll. He kept the seven-star spider silk inside his head and retained the magic trick, but half of the scroll was taken away by the half-demon Feiba. This is likely to affect the effectiveness of the hex.

Feng Ruhui immediately cast the next spell, and light smoke spread in front of him, blocking the humanoid palm like a shield. Blocking was obviously more effective than cutting off. The silver-wired arm was blocked, and it was grabbing here and there in vain. It was only a few feet away from the target, but could no longer move forward.

"Du Fangfeng." Feng Ruhui smiled and shook his head. The light smoke in front of him suddenly penetrated into the human body.

With a muffled pop, the silver-haired man exploded, suffering the same fate as Du Fangfeng himself.

Mu Xingqiu was able to save Bald Man, but he knew that his magic power was far inferior to Feng Ruhui, so he directly gave Bald Man an upward force. The silver hair was torn apart, and the bald man flew into the sky, screaming in fright, but the sound was loud, and he was obviously not fatally injured.

The silver hair turned into ashes, swirled in the air, and disappeared.

"Love disappears with the wind, that's probably what Du Fangfeng wanted to express." Lan Bingju said enviously. She was trying to please Feng Ruhui in a roundabout way, but she got no response. Feng Ruhui even refused to turn around and look at her.

The bald man's screams came from far and near, and he fell towards the mountain. He stopped when he was four or five feet above the ground. Some rainwater got on his face. He stretched out his tongue and licked it, and all his fear disappeared. "It's quite fun."

All the silver hair on his head was gone.

Feng Ruhui no longer took Du Fangfeng's sorcery seriously. He looked into the distance and said softly after a moment, "The fighting started again. I saw - the traitors of Dengzhuke. They were attacking Luanjing Mountain and killing themselves." . There are also many Taoist priests from the Five Elements Department in Pangshan, who seem to be watching..."

She turned to Ning Qiwei, with deep trust in her eyes, as if she was sure that she would get a satisfactory explanation.

"Five Elements Taoist priests? I believe they are fighting for Luanjing Mountain. No one can break the soul-binding technique of Si Ming Ding."

"It's hard to say that in order to save his son, Yang Baozhen didn't temporarily learn the art of binding souls?" Feng Ruhui looked at Luanjing Mountain in the west again, "Where is Zuo Liuying?"

Mu Xingqiu also looked a hundred miles away with his third eye. He could see spells flying in the air. The offensive and defensive sides were about thirty miles apart. The battle was quite fierce, but he could not see the specific caster.

"This will also cause more Taoist priests to die." Ning Qiwei reminded. He knew that the clear smoke would make the Pangshan Five Elements disciples who had a wait-and-see attitude enter the battle without hesitation and fight to the death.

"Death is purification, and death is the source of power for the Siming Ding." Feng Ruhui's voice was so gentle that it almost had a bit of a coquettish tone. "This is just the beginning. When the demons come, the Dao will need more deaths."

"Feng Ruhui..." Lan Binghu was hesitant to speak in the carriage.

Feng Ruhui lowered her head and saw a thin silver thread wrapped around her ankle and crawling up.

The smile on her face weakened, "The ghost is still there."

Another puff of smoke flew out of the Siming Ding and pounced on the silver thread, but it took into account the body of its owner and could not attack with all its strength. The silver thread climbed faster and continued to grow. Not long after. Feng Ruhui's ankle was wrapped in silver thread.

Feng Ruhui stomped his feet, and the mana in his meridians suddenly increased. The pieces of silver threads were shaken into pieces, but this time they did not turn into ashes. When they left the bald man and touched Feng Ruhui, their power seemed to be stronger. All the broken threads flew up and stuck to Feng Ruhui's clothes. They grew at an incredible speed and connected into one again.

After a while, Feng Ruhui's whole body turned white, and only the three places where the dantian was located in the head, heart, and abdomen were not occupied by silver threads.

The gossipy Lan Binghu kept silent cautiously. She was more willing to be a bystander now.

The smile on Feng Ruhui's face disappeared. Her patience had reached its limit.

Mu Xingqiu didn't want to wait any longer. He still didn't know Zuo Liuying's specific plan, but he knew that this was a rare opportunity to take back Fangfang's soul.

"Du Fangfeng just wants to leave a deep impression on you." He said.

"I don't need the impression of a casual cultivator." Feng Ruhui's voice became stern for the first time. She was practicing. She wanted to destroy all the silver threads on her clothes. The silver threads were transformed by Du Fangfeng's magic, and she felt disgusted just thinking about it.

This was an obvious fluctuation of her mood. Feng Ruhui's anger jumped high like waves.

Mu Xingqiu threw out the black whip. Attacking Feng Ruhui's face, the young demon performed illusions, arousing more violent anger, and the Frost Soul Sword inserted in the ground trembled slightly. Fangfang's soul exerted force again, summoning her own soul.

Three moves were launched at the same time, just to catch the enemy by surprise.

Feng Ruhui's right arm broke out. She grabbed the whip tip like lightning. Her anger was indeed stronger, but it was far from losing her judgment. The Siming Cauldron floating in the air did not change, but the Frost Soul Sword slowly tilted towards it, obviously failing to summon the soul in the cauldron.

"It's the same move again. Zuo Liuying asked you to die. Didn't he teach you a more powerful spell?" Feng Ruhui was not tall, but she showed great majesty at this time. Anger made her magic power stronger. The silver threads all over her body gradually melted, and the black whip lost its ability to stretch freely, revealing a deep red color like burning fire.

Mu Xingqiu had to make a choice and control the black whip and the Frost Soul Sword at the same time, dispersing his power.

"Give me back my soul." He suddenly let go of the whip handle, stepped in front of the Frost Soul Sword, held the hilt tightly with both hands, and tried his best to stimulate Fangfang's soul, not protecting himself at all. The young demon also changed his fighting style, and held the hilt of the sword with Mu Xingqiu to stimulate the soul.

The combination of the real and the unreal of the mind illusion technique was useless to Feng Ruhui. Her magic power was too strong, far beyond the strength of the third level of the illusion. Mu Xingqiu's only chance to win was to recall Fangfang's soul as soon as possible. Without the soul, Feng Ruhui was just a star-falling Taoist priest with the Siming Ding. He was still much stronger than Mu Xingqiu, but no longer invincible.

The bald man was not like the young demon who was in tune with Mu Xingqiu, but he reacted quickly and knew what he should do. He shouted, and the magic heart on his head shot out a beam of red light, hitting Feng Ruhui in the face.

All this was a trick in Feng Ruhui's eyes, but the other attack was different, and she needed to take it seriously.

Ning Qiwei's wait was over. Although the timing was not perfect, if he missed this time, there would probably not be a next time. Feng Ruhui didn't believe him at all. He knew it very well, and he had never really surrendered.

Feng Ruhui protected the three dantians, temporarily letting go of the silver thread on his clothes. His right hand casually blocked the red light shot by the bald man, and his left hand gathered more mana to fight against Ning Qiwei's spell.

Ning Qiwei's five-element spell was much more powerful than Shen Jixian's. What he sent out was not a colorful dragon, but a crystal dragon as thick as a wrist, crystal clear.

Feng Ruhui still sent out a puff of clear smoke, which collided with the crystal dragon, sparking a large number of colorful sparks.

"Alas, you are still lying to me." Feng Ruhui's voice was disappointed, but her expression was a little satisfied. Without the provocation of the illusion, her anger had disappeared.

Ning Qiwei didn't feel the need to explain, and shouted: "Mu Xingqiu, what did you do when you were crushed by the huge rock of Laozu Peak?"

It was a few years ago, when Mu Xingqiu was still living in the guesthouse of Jinghu Village. Once when he was climbing a mountain, he was crushed by a huge rock. In order to protect Fangfang and Xiao Qingtao at the foot of the mountain, he stimulated unprecedented strength.

The master actually knew about this.

This time, he still wanted to protect Fangfang.

That's right, just like on the winding stone steps of Laozu Peak, he couldn't take a step back, he had to persist, and he had to generate more strength.

Lan Binghu said that the mind illusion technique does not require muscle strength, but Mu Xingqiu didn't care. He tensed his whole body, squeezed every bit of strength, and stimulated every bit of mana.

He wanted to protect Fangfang, even if it was just a wisp of invisible and intangible soul.

The Frost Soul Sword that fell towards the Siming Ding was slowly pulled back to its original position by him, but it was still not enough to recall the soul.

The young demon changed at this moment. The light blue color of its body quickly darkened, and the clicking sound from its mouth was louder than ever before in Mu Xingqiu's ears.

"Hey, what's that sound?" the bald man asked blankly.

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