Chapter 0630 What Else Do You Have?

Zhou Qi, the Taoist priest of the Injection Spirit, injected all his magic power into the jade axe. He no longer controlled the inner elixir and let it spin wildly. He even added some strength to it. This state could not last long. It would take an ordinary person five or six breaths to destroy his elixir and kill him.

Zhou Qi hoped that he could buy a little time, just a little. As long as he could break the jade axe, he could regain his freedom. His inner elixir would definitely be seriously damaged. It might take dozens or hundreds of years to recover, but he could save his life. After recovery, he would still be a Taoist priest of the Injection Spirit.

If he could really buy that precious time, Zhou Qi would still face an unavoidable obstacle - Mu Xingqiu. The Taoist priest of the Injection Spirit no longer called him a "little Taoist priest".

Mu Xingqiu's suction power was the same as Meng Yuanhou's, which came from a firm will. Both of them practiced the art of defying the heavens. They frequently faced difficulties and had to climb the dangerous peaks that no one had explored. In addition to protecting Baldy and Shen Shang, Mu Xingqiu's magic power was not used much. If the jade axe broke later, his strength would be even stronger.

Zhou Qi couldn't allow this to happen. He wanted to get rid of Mu Xingqiu and the Jade Axe together.

The moment Zhou Qi released his magic power, Mu Xingqiu understood that the Taoist priest was not only injecting magic power into the Jade Axe, but also pushing the surrounding magic power, demonic power and unclean air into Mu Xingqiu's body.

Mu Xingqiu had been carefully controlling his suction all along. As long as he could maintain balance and barely protect himself, he would never compete with the Jade Axe for the various forces swarming around him. Until now, the power he absorbed was less than one percent of the Jade Axe.

"Let me 'help' you!" Zhou Qi threw away the last bit of disguise. More than a thousand years of ruthlessness and desire were compensated at this moment. His body seemed to have doubled in size. His eyes were like lightning and his voice was like thunder. "Mu Xingqiu, you are right. The fight is not over yet! It's time to fight to the death!"

In just a few words, Mu Xingqiu's body was filled with power several times his own limit. This was not a hundred rivers converging into the sea, but the water of several large rivers flowing into a small pond in a very short time. Mu Xingqiu is the pond. He knows that he cannot bear so much power, but he cannot stop absorbing it. That will make the bald man's mucus shell lose balance and make Shen Shang lose support.

The whole process was very short. As soon as Zhou Qi finished speaking, the jade axe that absorbed more power exploded. For Mu Xingqiu, this was the moment that determined the life and death of the three people on his side. He immediately stopped absorbing power and prepared to vent the excessive power in his body, especially the large amount of unclean air inside.

Zhou Qi succeeded. He still had a little mana left, enough to control the out-of-control inner elixir. It only took a short while for him to cast spells normally. Although it was impossible to reach the realm of infusion, it was enough to kill Mu Xingqiu whose power was over-expanded.

Neither of them had time to realize their ideas. In that very short moment, something happened that they did not expect: after the jade axe exploded, part of the previously absorbed power dissipated in the air, but most of it was divided into two ways and entered the bodies of Mu Xingqiu and Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi is the biggest source of power for Yufu, and Mu Xingqiu is the biggest competitor. The moment Meng Yuanhou's soul lost its tangible shell, it took revenge on the two people - all the memories of the soul were solidified in the practice, so naturally it would not recognize Mu Xingqiu.

It was at this moment that the demons falling from the sky saw the radiant wonders, like the appearance of gods and the power of the treasures of heaven and earth. For the two people in it, this was an extremely critical moment of life and death.

Next, the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the night was still calm. Thousands of demons and strange beasts fell to the ground with crackling sounds, like a hailstorm.

Shen Shang also fell to the ground. After two or three feet, he found that the suction had disappeared and he could cast spells freely. He immediately turned around, first caught the bald man, and then rushed to Zhou Qi, thinking that he could help. This choice was a big mistake. Shen Shang just made a move to fly upwards, and was pushed away by an extremely powerful force. In just a blink of an eye, he was bounced into the snow a hundred steps away.

Fortunately, the snow was deep enough, Shen Shang jumped out immediately, hugged the bald man and looked up, and didn't even bother to ask where these strange monsters around him came from.

The monsters had been resisting on the way here, so they lost a lot of monster power. Some of them didn't even have the strength to get up, and they all opened their eyes and looked at the two light balls in the air.

The two people in the light ball each took different measures to deal with this sudden overbearing power.

Zhou Qi once wanted to absorb these powers, but this idea was shattered faster than a spark. The power sent by the soul not only far exceeded his current tolerance, but also mixed with many strange powers. Even for a Taoist priest who has entered the devil, it is an impurity like poison.

The strategy of the Taoist priest who has entered the devil is to protect Santian, open all his meridians, let the power flow in, stir and mix in his body, and then release it freely. This will cause some serious damage to him, but as long as Santian is still there, everything can be saved.

As long as he survives, this is Zhou Qi's top priority.

Of Mu Xingqiu's three fields, only the Niwan Palace was intact. The Jiang Palace and the Lower Dantian had been destroyed along with the meridians. Moreover, a flood of power had gathered in his body. He had no choice but to fight against the second, more turbulent power. At this moment, he was like a woodcutter who was unable to straighten his back due to the weight of firewood, and he had to fight against the tiger that pounced on him from the opposite side.

This process did not last long. Before the monsters on the ground could close their mouths, the ball of light in the air disappeared, and the two glowing people fell straight down and plunged into the snow, without any divine demeanor.

The waiting time of the monsters was longer. Inexplicable strong suction, an involuntary flight, and an indescribable strange light. They experienced too many incredible things in a short period of time. They all felt like they were in a dream, and no one was there. Dare to be the first to expose the dream.

The brocade cluster flew up and fell down after a few steps. He lost a lot of demon power and has not recovered it yet. He could only run forward and shouted: "Shen Shang, is there a demon master in front of you?"

Shen Shang turned around and looked at the running Jin Cu with a blank look on his face, "Yes, there is also the Taoist priest who hopes to see the mountain. He is the one who brought Bingkui. Why are you here? Am I dreaming or am I dead? , is this all an illusion of the soul?”

"They're all alive." Jin Cuo said sternly, running past Shen Shang without stopping and continuing to rush towards the place where Mu Xingqiu fell.

Shen Shang finally realized that he was the only one who had been reminded from the beginning and had firmly controlled the inner elixir, so he suffered minimal losses and could still cast spells normally. He immediately jumped up and surpassed the brocade cluster.

An arm stretched out from the snow in front of him. Shen Shang was startled and landed dozens of steps ahead of time. He held the bald man with one hand and blocked the brocade cluster behind him with the other. Even in the dark, he could still recognize it. It turned out that it was not Mu Xingqiu's arm.

It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for.

Zhou Qi stood up and laughed loudly. This was a laugh from the heart, a laugh that had been accumulated for thousands of years. After a while, there was a little more crying in the laughter, "My inner elixir is the fourth level of concentration. I learn I have learned more Taoist spells than all the Taoist priests put together, and the demon species personally taught me spells that I have not seen for hundreds of thousands of years, and you, Mu Xingqiu, actually forced me into this situation."

Too many things that shouldn't happen happened, and Zhou Qi almost lost his mind. He didn't even notice the monsters standing around him. He only spoke to one person, who was still lying in the snow without moving, "But I survived." Come on, Mu Xingqiu, who will win in this fight?"

"You lose."

The answer was not the motionless Mu Xingqiu, but Shen Shang who was dozens of steps away, "Master Zhou, have you forgotten? You admitted defeat yourself."

Only then did Zhou Qi realize that there were a lot of spectators around him. He turned around in a circle, stretched out his right arm, and a sword slowly grew out of his empty fist. This was a Taoist magic sword with an antique look, "I think Too bad?"

Shen Shang's expression changed, and he secretly complained that he was too slow to react. The jade ax was destroyed and his soul dissipated. There was still a drop of water from the sword washing pool inside. It was the treasure of Yashan. It was not easy to destroy it. As soon as Zhou Qi woke up, he He looked everywhere for pool water, but he stood blankly a hundred steps away, wasting a great opportunity.

The divine Taoist priest who owns the sword-washing pond, who else is his opponent here? Shen Shang hurriedly grabbed Jin Cu, who was about to step forward, with a smile on his face, "Congratulations to Zhou Zuozuo for mastering another powerful spell - words can't be counted, and you can forget in an instant. With this spell, you are invincible in the world."

Zhou Qi walked a few steps towards Shen Shang with a cold face, then suddenly stopped, "You want to compete with me? If you want to buy time for Mu Xingqiu, you should find someone else."

Zhou Qi turned around and stretched out his other hand. The dead-like Mu Xingqiu flew out of the snow and fell into his hand.

"Demon Master!" The demons brought by Jin Cui recognized Mu Xingqiu and ran over one after another, stopping behind Fan Wang.

Realizing that there was no trace of magic power in Mu Xingqiu's body, Zhou Qi was no longer in a hurry to take action and shouted: "Anyone else who wants to see off Mu Xingqiu, please come forward!"

The demon soldiers of the Sheshen Kingdom did not move, but slowly retreated. If the demon power had not been lost too much, they would have fled long ago. Only one demon rushed over, and that was Tuo Tao, the prince of the Sheshen Kingdom. He surpassed Jin Cui and other demons. He knelt down more than ten steps away from Zhou Qi and said, "Demon Lord, you are the Demon Lord, and I am the prince of the King of Sacrifice, here to serve you..."

Zhou Qi waved his sword to stop the prince's words and turned to look at Mu Xingqiu, who was holding on to his hand.

Mu Xingqiu woke up. He was not dead, but he looked very weak. He could barely stand on his feet, but he didn't have the strength to break free from the hands holding his collar.

Zhou Qi showed a smile and said, "What else do you have? Mu Xingqiu, do you have any other tricks that can defeat me and Sword Washer?"

"Illusion of mind." Mu Xingqiu said four words with difficulty and launched the move.