Chapter 323 Deep Red

How long is a moment? Mortals can only use it to be in a daze. Ordinary Taoists can cast a few spells, but Zuo Liuying's mind is turning upside down. He thought about all the possibilities of the whole situation. This is his unique ability. Even if they are also Taoists who are infused with spirits, most masters cannot do this. b,

The best possibility is that Siming Ding resisted the full force of the black fist of the devil, and its speed was not affected at all. It accurately blocked the magic hole that just appeared and controlled this narrow passage. The nine Taoist sects are currently in a state of division with mutual suspicion. Once they know the existence of the void passage, they are very likely to give up their differences, reunite, and form a strong team to directly attack the void, instead of waiting for the demons to return to the world.

The worst case scenario is that the Siming Ding is blocked for a while, and a large number of demons pour out, which will distract the Siming Ding's attention. The treasure of Luanjing Mountain is no longer under the control of any Taoist priest. It is only attracted by the demons and is likely to make a mistake in judgment and chase the fleeing demons, leaving the passage to the main force of the demons in the void. When the demons gain a foothold, the nine great treasures of the Taoist tradition gather here, and I am afraid that they will not be able to seal the passage.

Heroes and traitors, fame and infamy, are all determined by this moment.

Zuo Liuying made a last effort to move away the large piece of heavy black cloud. In order to deal with the demon calamity, he has worked hard on chanting spells in recent years, and his strength has surpassed most of the Taoist priests in the chanting department.

But he failed. The magic power gathered in the black cloud was too strong, far beyond the limit of the Taoist priests. He understood that the worst possibility was about to happen. The Siming Ding would not be destroyed, but it would be blocked and the best time to block the passage would be lost.

There is no plan that is foolproof. Zuo Liuying's plan did not get the support of the orthodoxy in advance. He could only act on his own. When an accident occurred, he could only solve it himself.

"Mu Xingqiu!" Zuo Liuying shouted. He must give it a try to minimize the loss.

The dark cloud and Siming Ding are about to collide.

Mu Xingqiu found that he was also facing a choice, which did not exist. He came to Luanjing Mountain to retrieve his soul. At this moment, when success was imminent, he hesitated a little.

Feng Ruhui was casting a spell to summon in vain, but he didn't even know where the soul was. Zuo Liu was trying to create a void channel controlled by the orthodoxy. Mu Xingqiu absolutely disagreed with this, but he was powerless to interfere. His hesitation had nothing to do with these two people. It came from the increasingly weak young demon.

The young demon stimulated power because of contact with the soul and turned into a human form. It also lost power because the soul was about to enter the sword, but it did not return to its previous state, but disappeared completely. Mu Xingqiu had no knowledge in this area, but he could feel that his spiritual connection with the young demon was rapidly weakening, which meant that whether the young demon disappeared or not, it would never return to his body.

They had been together for several years,

from fighting each other to practicing together. He had become accustomed to the existence of the young demon, and it was the young demon that stepped forward to save his life at several critical moments.

The young demon's smile was clever and free and easy, and Mu Xingqiu couldn't tell who it looked like. But it was completely different from Fangfang. He looked at the face that was laughing at him, and continued to urge Fangfang's soul to take back the spirit. The spirit belonged to Fangfang, and he had no right to make the decision to separate.

"Mu Xingqiu!"

A sharp cry came into his ears. Mu Xingqiu came back to his senses and saw with his own eyes that Yang Qingyin and the bald man were shouting at him in unison, one with his hand and the other with his hair. Pointing at the sky.

Zuo Liuying's order came, "Disband the Fish Dragon Formation!"

Mu Xingqiu lifted the giant's head and saw clearly what was happening in the sky. He also roughly understood the dilemma Zuo Liuying was facing. He didn't understand the purpose of this order, and he didn't know what he could do with his own ability, but he still decided to accept the order.

This is a strange state. Mu Xingqiu didn't like Zuo Liuying's behavior of acting without explanation, but he believed in the judgment of the chief seat. Yes, he didn't agree with the practice of creating a void channel, but when he had to make a decision, he still felt that Zuo Liuying's judgment was more accurate than his own.

Only a short distance away, Fangfang's soul and spirit were about to merge into one, but at this time Mu Xingqiu had no choice at all. Either continue to summon the spirit and lose the only chance to help the chief seat, or immediately accept Zuo Liuying's order and temporarily give up the spirit.

In the ever-changing Taoist and demon battlefield, Mu Xingqiu had no choice but to hesitate. If the demon seeds poured out of the channel, none of the Taoist priests on the scene would survive.

Mu Xingqiu did not disband the dragon-fish formation, but got out of it himself, and at the same time gave the giant a final order. The giant flew away, and thousands of scattered cultivators gathered together to fly faster.

Mu Xingqiu lost the temporarily acquired Starfall Realm, and the Frost Soul Sword flew towards him from the giant's hand, greatly weakening the power of urging Fangfang's soul, and the soul on the way stopped.

Feng Ruhui once again felt the existence of the soul, vague and vague, she was overjoyed, only needing this feeling, she could regain the soul, even if the Taoist priest who inhaled air controlled Fangfang's soul, he could not compete with her.

Mu Xingqiu certainly understood this, he temporarily gave up summoning the soul, but he would never give it to Feng Ruhui.

His spiritual connection with the young demon was close to nothing, and when he saw a ball of blue smoke rushing towards the point where the soul was in the air, he was relieved, and the young demon still understood his intentions.

Things happened very quickly. Mu Xingqiu had just left the Fish Dragon Formation, and the giant had only flown a short distance when a red lightning bolt as thin as a finger struck down from the sky, hitting Mu Xingqiu's head.

Yang Qingyin was caught off guard and screamed, and involuntarily let go of Mu Xingqiu's arm. The bald man on her shoulder also shuddered, his hair stood up, and he screamed louder than Yang Qingyin.

Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao did not leave with the giant, but flew over together. They saw red lightning from the sky hitting them non-stop. Mu Xingqiu could stay afloat without the support of others, clenched his fists, and was trying to withstand the lightning strikes.

Everyone looked up and found that the lightning was coming from Zuo Liuying's right hand. His left hand was absorbing lightning as thick as a tree from the dark clouds of the demonic calamity.

The head of the Forbidden Secret Department wanted to use this method to reduce the power of the dark clouds so that the Siming Cauldron would be less blocked.

"This will kill Brother Xiaoqiu." Xiao Qingtao shouted.

The three Taoists and the bald man were about to push Mu Xingqiu away, but he spoke, as if he was trying to pry open his teeth with a chisel, "I can bear it."

"We'll share the burden for you." Yang Qingyin reached out to hold his arm.

"No." Mu Xingqiu's whole body was as tense as a bowstring ready to be shot, "Only me. Back off."

Mu Xingqiu chose to believe Zuo Liuying at the last moment, but Yang Qingyin and the others believed him. Back off a few feet.

Without anyone controlling it, the Frost Soul Sword automatically flew to its owner. Mu Xingqiu was wrapped in lightning, and it could not reach its owner's hands, so it spun around in circles.

"A little more!" Mu Xingqiu shouted to Zuo Liuying in the sky. Just transferring this little bit of power had little effect on the dark clouds.

Boom! The dark clouds of the demonic calamity collided with the Siming Ding, which was as big as a mountain. The sound resounded through the Dantian. The Taoists had to use their power to resist, and Yang Qingyin pressed her hand on the bald man's forehead. She divided some of her magic power to help him. The bald man had no Dantian and could not bear the loud noise.

The sound continued, and everyone seemed to be trapped in a giant bell, with countless steel pestles knocking continuously outside.

The speed of the Siming Ding's ascent slowed down significantly.

Zuo Liuying had no choice but to release all restrictions and constantly absorb power from the dark clouds. The thick crimson lightning completely engulfed him and stayed for a while. After his transformation, it turned around and went straight down to swallow Mu Xingqiu.

Not only Yang Qingyin and others, but even the Frost Soul Sword was forced to retreat quickly. They could still see Mu Xingqiu. His Taoist robe was turning into ashes, and his body was full of lightning, stirring back and forth and colliding with each other.

"Brother Xiaoqiu is going to die." The bald man was about to rush up again, but was pulled back by Yang Qingyin. "You can't save him even if he dies, so stay here honestly."

Her palms were full of sweat as she said that. For a Taoist priest, this is a very rare phenomenon.

Mu Xingqiu was naked, and his appearance was hideous and painful. Baldy couldn't bear to look at him anymore, and Xiao Qingtao was too embarrassed to look at him. They both lowered their heads, but saw another scene.

In the air below, the young demon who looked exactly like Fangfang combined with his soul and became a real entity. It was no longer transparent, and there was no blue on his body except for his Taoist robe.

Feng Ruhui cast a spell on the young demon like a madman.

"Too similar." Baldy wanted to fly away again, but couldn't get rid of Yang Qingyin's palm.

The young demon was also good at illusion, but much more powerful than Mu Xingqiu. Thin lightning shot out of his hands in turn, not losing out at all.

Bang! With two loud noises in succession, Siming Ding resumed its ascent speed. Its power finally overwhelmed the dark cloud of the demon calamity, shattered it, and headed straight for the demon cave. At this time, no demon species had escaped from the passage. For the demon species in the void, this passage was a complete accident, and they were not prepared.

The dispersed dark clouds released the last and most powerful lightning, most of which hit Zuo Liuying. The Taoist priest also has his own limits. Zuo Liuying was knocked away and fell as fast as a meteorite. Xin Youtao signaled Xiao Qingtao to go and save the chief seat together.

The lightning turned down and hit Mu Xingqiu again. He was much lower than Zuo Liuying, but he was not knocked away. For some special reason, his ability to withstand the lightning of the magic tribulation was stronger than that of the Taoist priest.

But this taste was not pleasant at all. .ansh.com The lightning had disappeared, and Mu Xingqiu's eyes and brain were still full of red. He looked up and vaguely found that the magic cave in the sky had disappeared. The Siming Ding, which could not be destroyed by any demon, was shrinking rapidly and falling to the ground. The demons in the void did not swarm out, but used the little time gained by the dark clouds to close the passage. They obviously did not think this was their chance.

Zuo Liuying's best expectations did not come true, but the worst result did not happen either.

Mu Xingqiu retracted his gaze and saw Yang Qingyin and Baldy staring at him in a red light. Behind them, the young demon, who had become a physical body, was floating.

The young demon defeated Feng Ruhui and smiled at the former host. She moved her lips and seemed to say "thank you" in human language. Then she raised her right hand, pointed at Mu Xingqiu, and shot out a thin lightning, which merged with all the lightning that was stirring in his body.

Then she flew away, without nostalgia or goodbye, at a very fast speed, and soon disappeared.

Mu Xingqiu's eyes were still red. He felt a little confused, a little lost, and then a little heavy. The red light disappeared and turned into darkness.

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