Chapter 421 Borrowing a Body

Sun Yulu has been a Taoist for many years. Since she successfully reached the Smoke Swallowing Realm after overcoming the emotional tribulation more than five years ago, she had a premonition that her cultivation realm was about to end. This premonition of Taoists is usually very accurate, because this premonition itself will make them lose the vital enterprising spirit. Just three years later, Sun Yulu's cultivation realm quickly rose to the fifth level of Smoke Swallowing, and she really stopped moving forward.

More than two years of stagnation is not a long time. Most Taoists will continue to try at this time, but Sun Yulu knows herself. Her qualifications are only average among Taoists. It is not easy to reach the fifth level of Smoke Swallowing. She may make a little progress if she continues to practice hard, but it will take decades, which is not worth the loss.

Therefore, Sun Yulu reduced the time she spent on daily meditation and practice, and turned to study a large number of magic skills of the Lantern and Candle Department. Now she cannot be said to be proficient in everything, but her understanding of the power of souls is comparable to those Xingluo Taoists who are still practicing diligently.

As soon as she came into contact with the power in the Frost Soul Sword, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This power was too strong. An ordinary Lantern and Candle Artifact that could hold a hundred souls was already useful. Holding a thousand was considered a sharp weapon, and holding ten thousand was considered a treasure. In Sun Yulu's impression, there were very few magic tools that could hold more than 100,000 souls. The Frost Soul Sword was one of them, and it was the only magic tool she had touched with her own hands.

The Siming Cauldron was not limited in number and could be used to detain souls and study spirits at will. In the minds of the Lantern and Candle Taoists, it was no longer a magic tool, but a place where life and death belonged, and a symbol of the power of souls. Because of this, when Feng Ruhui used his soul to drive the Siming Cauldron, the Lantern and Candle Taoists defected collectively, because they felt that Feng Ruhui's behavior was a serious blasphemy.

Faced with such a powerful soul power, Sun Yulu was like a gambler who suddenly had countless chips and could bet at will. At first, she was a little reserved, but soon she became extravagant, but she always kept a clear mind: these chips did not belong to her, she could squander them. But she could not take them for herself, let alone destroy them.

With such a guest mentality, Sun Yulu never used her full strength, let alone made any defenses. In fact, she had nothing to defend against. The dead souls after seven days had no independent consciousness and ability. After being restrained, they were completely controlled by the magic weapon and could not counterattack the caster, unless Mu Xingqiu suddenly used a trick, but she believed that this disciple of the Mind Department had no bad intentions.

When the cool air drilled into the palm of her hand and flowed into the Niwan Palace along the meridians, Sun Yulu was suddenly startled, but she was powerless to resist. Even the protective power of the fundamental method of hiding did not have time to respond to the invader.

Sun Yulu fell into the boundless darkness and lost all control of herself.

The other person regained his sight and saw the most familiar figure. Time seemed to have not passed. His appearance had not changed, but his eyes were more restrained than before. There was no hairpin on her head.

She wanted to smile, but this new body was unwilling to obey her will. The muscles were stiff like pieces of wood.

Time was running out. She concentrated all her will on her lips and throat, and called hoarsely: "Xiao Qiu."

Mu Xingqiu cast the spell with all his heart, constantly urging the soul power in the Frost Soul Sword, and at the same time secretly experiencing Sun Yulu's casting skills. He hoped to learn a trick or two from it, but suddenly, Sun Yulu stopped casting. Without any signs or hints, the soul power turned into a straight, domineering and fierce tornado.

The seven demon clouds immediately noticed this change and simultaneously launched their last move - the Wrath of the Demon Clouds. This was the roar of the demon race. The sound waves came from the demon clouds, carrying light green demon fires one after another. Each demon cloud roared hundreds of times in a very short period of time. The seven waves of sound coordinated tacitly. Some directly entangled with the tornado, and some attacked from the side, like a group of vicious wolves besieging a lone tiger.

At this moment, Mu Xingqiu heard the word "Xiaoqiu". This name sounded very strange when it came out of Sun Yulu's mouth. Mu Xingqiu immediately understood who was talking. He almost interrupted the spell because of this. The tornado dropped hundreds of feet in an instant. He hurriedly continued to cast the spell, but his mood was so excited that he could hardly control himself. "You are really still alive."

The battle in the air suddenly changed, and the Taoists on the ground were all confused. Feng Dongchen and Zhang Suqin were still repairing the invisible shield above their heads to block the thick unclean air that had filled the entire valley. They were not floating randomly, but continuously exerting pressure on the shield to occupy this small remaining space.

Xin Youtao and the other three were also constantly expelling the demon cloud rain that was still dripping down. They did not notice the strange conversation between Mu Xingqiu and Sun Yulu.

"Sun Yulu, pay attention!" Zhang Suqin couldn't blame Mu Xingqiu, so she could only sternly scold her fellow Taoists.

"Look!" Xin Youtao pointed to the sky and shouted.

A powerful sound wave was falling from the sky, and the demon fire on the surface burned more vigorously in the unclean air. The seven demon cloud messengers were able to divide their strength to directly attack the Taoists.

The new king Yin Buchen looked up, looking at the increasingly powerful sound wave with infinite reverence, and excitedly said: "The wrath of the demon cloud! The wrath of the demon cloud! Yu Wang, open your eyes, no matter how powerful your wings are, can you block such power? Beast demons are not the future at all, demon arts are the future! Demon arts that all demons can learn! Thank Laojun, it was he who rediscovered the ancient demon arts, thank us, the new generation of Yishijun, it is us who made these demon arts become real weapons, not a bunch of words..."

Yu Wang Fadong stood there in a daze, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't say a word. He was a demon king, well-informed, and had known about the existence of Shengyun for a long time, but he was still shocked when he saw the anger of the demon cloud for the first time.

The demons watching the battle on the top of the peak were finally able to raise their heads, and they were also shocked by the anger of the demon clouds. "Shengyun is invincible!" Lao Zhuang was the first to shout, and then all the demon soldiers followed suit.

The human slave Deng Xian screamed miserably, holding his head with both hands, regretting in his heart. Ouyang Luo also fell to the ground, stunned and puzzled. He and his master Hong Futian often interacted with the demon clan, but the magic he saw today was completely beyond his imagination and expectation. The whole world has really turned upside down. Taoist priests are no longer high and mighty, and the demon clan is no longer weak and can be bullied. Only the scattered cultivators are still struggling in the cracks.

In the sky and on the ground, on the peaks and valleys, everything, Mu Xingqiu turned a blind eye and deaf ear to everything. He was still casting spells and urging the power of his soul to fight. But this is just a habitual behavior. Even if there is nothing in the sky and the enemies have been defeated, he will continue to cast spells.

He was talking to Fangfang, who occupied Sun Yulu's body. Except for the first sentence, the two did not speak again. Fangfang found that it was more convenient to communicate with thoughts and spells.

"I don't have much time. This body is not suitable for me. I will have to go back soon."

"Fangfang, are you still alive? What is going on?" Countless questions flashed through Mu Xingqiu's mind.

"I can't explain it clearly. I only remember the scene of the broken pill. My eyes were full of light, and then darkness. I don't know how long it took. You woke me up. I felt your presence, but I couldn't communicate with you, and then you disappeared again."

Mu Xingqiu understood that this was what happened when he first used the fish dragon formation to activate the power of the soul a few years ago. He connected himself with the soul in the sword into a whole, thereby awakening Fangfang.

In the past few years, it was precisely to protect the soul in the sword. Mu Xingqiu rarely used the Frost Soul Sword. Occasionally, he also appeared as the core of the fish dragon formation. He could not sense the movement of a single soul. If Sun Yulu had not detained and studied his living soul, he would never have been able to communicate with Fangfang.

"Is it the page of memory you left for me? I have never understood it."

"Not only that, I will pass the memory back to you so that you can see it more clearly. I want to tell you that I can still practice, but I always feel that I am still missing something."

"Soul." Mu Xingqiu said immediately. He eliminated all protective power and opened his mind to let Fangfang see his memory of the soul.

"I see." Fangfang understood, "I believe that the young demon will return the soul to you sooner or later. Before that, you have to continue to detain the soul and study the spirit to increase the power of the Frost Soul Sword. And it is best for you to hold the sword when you practice. Maybe you can help me practice."

"Then will you be resurrected?" Mu Xingqiu is most concerned about this matter.

"I don't know. I don't seem to be able to adapt to any body anymore, but I hope to continue practicing. I need you to help me start over."

"I will."

Fangfang was silent for a while, "Xiaoqiu, remember what I said to you?"

"Never give up."

"Well, don't let the love tribulation stand in your way, get through it."

"But..." Mu Xingqiu couldn't do it, and didn't want to do it.

"If you want to help me continue practicing, you have to get through the love tribulation. This is the only choice. When you see the memory I left for you later, you will understand that everything has its origin, and so does the Taoist fire."

Fangfang's voice disappeared.

Sun Yulu woke up from the endless darkness. It seemed that only a moment had passed. She heard the urgent calls of the Taoists and the roars of the monsters on the top of the mountain. She saw the anger of the demon cloud falling from the top of her head. The light green demon fire was laughing fiercely a few feet away. Zhang Suqin and Feng Dongchen had tried their best, but the shield was still shrinking and was about to collapse.

The tornado formed by the power of the soul had also retreated to a length of more than a hundred feet.

"Oh my god." Sun Yulu was shocked. She didn't have time to think about what happened just now. She immediately cast a spell to regain the upper hand. She just hoped that everything would be in time. wwｋaｎsc

But her hand was bounced away. The power came from Mu Xingqiu himself.

"What are you doing?" Sun Yulu asked in surprise.

Mu Xingqiu didn't answer. He saw the second page of memory that Fangfang had re-transmitted to him, and finally understood why she wanted him to survive the love tribulation.

He felt sad, angry, and a sense of inexplicable relief. Everything has its origin. Why must we create tornadoes, light green demon fire, and sound waves?

The tornado of more than a hundred feet suddenly disappeared.

Another force came out of the Frost Soul Sword, a purer force.

In Mu Xingqiu's hands, the Frost Soul Sword was no longer a magic weapon, but his closest companion. The two of them cast a spell together with their minds, giving birth to an unprecedented powerful force.

A beam of light shot up into the sky.

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