Chapter 320: Illusion Comes True
The soul is burning. ( )
The young demon disappeared and turned into white flames, wrapping the soul in the void.
Feng Ruhui let go of her hand and did not dare to touch it again, but the connection between the two still existed, and she could still control the Siming Cauldron, so she laughed heartily, turned around in a circle, and scanned the mountains around the mountain. The Taoist priest didn't care whether they were under control or not. Finally, her eyes fell on Zuo Liuying high in the sky.
"You finally showed up."
"You are finally willing to show up." Lan Bingju said the same words as Feng Ruhui, but her voice was very low. No one else heard except herself. She took a step back and hid in the shadow of the carriage, with joy on her face. This time she wanted to see what tricks her nephew, who was full of tricks, could use.
The rain has stopped, but the dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, rolling like waves, covering most of the night sky. Zuo Liuying stands under the gray-black sky, overlooking the wind on the mountain peak.
"It's not too late."
"That's right, there's still time for everything."
Feng Ruhui smiled, and turned her right hand into a claw towards the burning soul. The Siming Cauldron beside her slowly stood up, and a faint smoke came out of it. She wanted to send the soul back to the cauldron.
Mu Xingqiu suddenly felt a surge of strength and stood up, still holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and once again mobilized Fangfang's soul. However, without the help of the young demon, he could not summon the soul at all. Siming Ding was still slowly stand upright.
Feng Ruhui looked at the inspiratory Taoist priest who was still insisting, "You still have time to let go. You are an aspiring Taoist priest. After the merger, you have a place in the Taoism, and it is an important position. Do you want Fangfang's If your soul merges with your soul, then let go and leave everything to me."
Mu Xingqiu said with difficulty, "You...will...destroy everything."
Feng Ruhui shook his head gently and gave Mu Xingqiu his last smile tonight, "Without destruction, how can we have the power to destroy demons? What a pity. There are some things that a young Taoist priest like you will never understand."
She put away her smile and said loudly to the thousands of Taoist priests surrounding the mountain: "I give you freedom, and everyone is no longer under the control of Si Ming Ding. You also have time to make a choice. Among the nine great treasures of Taoism, only Si Ming Ding's The power is endless. The more the demons kill after returning to the world, the more powerful the Siming Cauldron will be. It is the cauldron of demon destruction! Choose, Taoist priests, to fight side by side with the Siming Cauldron or become the soul of the Siming Cauldron. source?"
Feng Ruhui cast a spell with his other hand, and two small inner elixirs rose from the ground, "Lu Zhechong and Ning Qiwei have sacrificed their lives for Siming Ding.
This is what happens when you are stubborn. Now, you will see with your own eyes the great power of the Siming Cauldron. Pang Shanzuo Liuying, born in the womb with Taoist roots, a prodigy who has not been seen in thousands of years, has five levels of concentration, and is even higher than the two masters. He will tell you that Siming Ding is invincible! "
Taoist priests don't panic easily, but this time is different from any previous crisis. They are not facing monsters. It was not an enemy from outside the Taoist tradition, but a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who wielded supreme power. Most people showed panic. Their eyes moved around looking for instructions, but there was no one to help them at this time.
The clear smoke rising from the Siming Cauldron suddenly turned into a beam of white light, stretching toward the sky in a fan shape. The light was flowing extremely fast, as if countless souls were running and shouting.
"Zuo Liuying, show your ancestor's tower." Before Feng Ruhui finished speaking, white light had already rushed in front of Zuo Liuying.
"The Patriarch's Pagoda is in Duanliu City." Zuo Liuying was not in a hurry at all. He seemed to be waiting for the opportunity. His right leg was straight, his left leg was bent, and the instep was resting on his right knee. Protect your heart.
A large swath of white light engulfed Zuo Liuying and went straight to the higher dark clouds, but did not kill him. The figure of the head of the Forbidden Secret Division loomed uncertainly in the light, like a weak tree in the raging flood. It was in danger, but it was Didn't fall down.
Lan Bingju walked out of the shadow of the carriage and said loudly to the sky: "Zuo Liuying, you won't be able to hold on like this for long. This is not your style. I know that you, insidious little bastard, must be hiding something else." Use the trick quickly."
Zuo Liuying's voice came from the white light, "Don't worry, I think I can hold on for a while longer."
Lan Bingju's eyes swept around, and finally looked at the still burning soul, "Feng Ruhui, you know that I always stand on the side of the strong, but this soul... is a bit abnormal."
Of course Feng Ruhui understands that the divine soul should not reveal flames. It is invisible. What burns is the inner power, not the mortal fire that everyone can see. Especially she should not refuse her control. This is her divine soul. Return to it. All hers, for her use.
Her right hand slowly approached the soul, trying to extinguish the white flames wrapped around it.
Mu Xingqiu's heart moved. He raised his head again and saw a familiar scene. It was... Suddenly all the confusion was explained. He thought he understood Zuo Liuying's real plan. Pang Shan was no match for Feng Ruhui at all. Even if Zuo Liuying was not injured, and even if the Yangshen Peak was not taken away and the Ancestral Tower was still intact, Pang Shan would have no hope of winning as long as he did not obey the Rimang Taoist priest.
Zuo Liuying can only rely on other powers, powers that only he understands.
Feng Ruhui's palm was close to the soul and she was testing its heat. She glanced at Mu Xingqiu and said, "You have to find a way to create another true illusion."
"It's not necessary, it's not dead yet." Mu Xingqiu said firmly, his eyes getting brighter and brighter as he stared at the fire.
The flame seemed unable to withstand this force, and suddenly rose four or five feet long, like a snake with its tail pinched, swaying violently in the air.
Feng Ruhui added another ten percent of strength, and with a puff, the flame was pinched off, leaving a piece that turned over in the air and disappeared completely.
"Zhenhuan is useless waste." Feng Ruhui held the soul tightly, and she felt unprecedented joy after losing it, "Zuo Liuying..."
"Zhenhuan is not dead." Mu Xingqiu insisted, because he and the young demon were in touch, and because he was not dead yet, the young demon would never disappear like this.
He was the first to see the illusion in the air, and this illusion was created for him.
He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what he saw, and suddenly realized that this was an inevitable result, because the young demon was in touch with him...
Feng Ruhui was the second to see the illusion. Because she found that the soul in her hand had become unfamiliar, she resisted her drive, making the connection between her and the Siming Ding less solid.
She also opened her eyes wide, feeling that she had been fooled. "Impossible." The joy in her heart disappeared instantly, replaced by an extremely strong anger.
Lan Binghu was the third to see the illusion. She had always felt that something was wrong. Zuo Liuying was not the kind of person who would sit and wait for death. He appeared at a seemingly worst time, but did not perform an unexpected trick. This is impossible.
So she stared at Feng Ruhui's palm holding the soul, so she also saw it. She smiled and snorted, walked into the depths of the carriage, threw the head out, and immediately cast a spell. The four horses pulled the carriage into the air and ran steadily down the mountain.
The Taoists around the mountain also saw it, and those with higher realms saw it more clearly. But even the Taoists who inhaled breath saw a vague figure.
The illusion came true, and a human figure appeared where the flame disappeared. It was clearly a woman, wearing a Taoist outfit, stretching her limbs, like a butterfly that had just emerged from a cocoon.
The bald man turned over a dozen somersaults in the air before stopping. Just in time to face the illusion that had come true, a smile immediately appeared on her face, "Fangfang. It's great that you are alive again, but why did you become transparent?"
The Taoist woman stood in the air several feet high, transparent like a cloud of mist, and the Taoist robes could hardly show the blue color. She looked exactly like Fangfang, but her expression was very different. Her face was full of publicity, excitement and curiosity, without any shyness or calmness.
"Click, click..." She said a series of words to Mu Xingqiu that no one could understand, proving that she was the young demon.
"Demon!" Feng Ruhui shouted, and the Siming Cauldron retracted the white light that soared into the sky, turning into a large net woven of smoke, covering the transparent woman.
The young humanoid demon bent down and blinked at Mu Xingqiu. The cunning in her eyes was also an expression that Fangfang would never have. Her hand pressed on the hilt of the sword. Mu Xingqiu involuntarily let go and took a half step back. He didn't know what attitude to take. This was not Fangfang. He was very sure that although the appearance was almost the same, this human figure was definitely not Fangfang.
The young demon grabbed the Frost Soul Sword with both hands. Her transparent body made her look even more delicate. It seemed that she couldn't even hold a blade of grass. But she raised the big sword with extreme ease. She casually swung it upward and cut off the smoke net that fell down.
The bald man raised his nose and sniffed twice. He seemed to smell something bad. He frowned and jumped behind Mu Xingqiu close to the ground.
Feng Ruhui was furious. If this was Zuo Liuying's trick, she was not afraid.
She jumped up, her figure quickly became smaller in the air, and the whole person jumped into the Siming Cauldron, taking the soul in her hand with her.
Mu Xingqiu wanted to seize the soul again, but then he found that the Frost Soul Sword was no longer in his hand, and it no longer accepted the spells he cast.
Feng Ruhui got out of the cauldron, her body returned to normal, with mixed light flowing all over her body, and her sleeves became shorter and shorter at will, fighting with the sword-wielding young demon in the air.
She knew that simple spells would not work on this transparent thing, and she wanted to get rid of this illusion with the most real power.
Mu Xingqiu did not hesitate any more, and threw out the black whip to join the battle. Although the power was meager, he could not let the young demon fight the powerful enemy alone.
Three figures fell from the sky and blocked him in front of him. They were Yang Qingyin, Xiao Qingtao and Xin Youtao.
"Come with us!" Yang Qingyin said.
"I want to stay, wansh.c This is my mission..."
"It is our mission to take you away."
Without saying a word, Yang Qingyin grabbed one of Mu Xingqiu's arms, and Xin Youtao grabbed the other, and they carried him to the outside of the mountain together, with Xiao Qingtao covering the rear.
Feng Ruhui was fighting the sword-wielding young demon, and didn't care about the Taoist priests who were breathing air, let alone the changes above his head.
Mu Xingqiu was powerless to resist, and looked up at the sky, only to see Zuo Liuying had stepped aside, and the black cloud condensed into a thick arm like a tornado, pressing ruthlessly towards the mountain.
The Taoist priests who were watching fled in all directions.
Mu Xingqiu's premonition came true, and Zuo Liuying's real plan was to defeat Feng Ruhui and Siming Ding with the magic catastrophe - the young demon finally transformed into a human form, but attracted the black hand from the sky.
Zuo Liuying is indeed the Taoist priest who understands the truth and illusion the most.
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