Chapter 0923 Blooming Magic

Kun Hun's magic strictly follows the Taoist style, but it is more pure and extreme.

No matter how high the realm of the Taoist priests, their magic usually has traces to be found, which may be a flash of light, a breeze that brushes the hair, and a smell that slips away from the nose before you can take a deep breath. As long as you are careful enough, even mortals can detect a little abnormality.

But no mortal can pay attention to these details all the time.

For practitioners, the signs of Taoist magic are more obvious. Even if they can't beat it, they have a chance to dodge it.

Kun Hun's magic is truly traceless. Thousands of casual practitioners and talisman masters float in the air, expecting the ancestor to make a move after a vibration, but no matter how deep their practice is, how well their five senses are prepared, and how many magic tools they summon openly or secretly, they are unaware of the first move made by the ancestor.

Mu Xingqiu's eyes and ears were useless at this time. Compared with the casual cultivators and talisman masters, he just had a little more feeling, just like the instinct of a wild animal, which could prick up its ears when the danger was still far away. The demon species amplified this feeling, making it clearer and more accurate.

The moment Yi Shijun lit the incense in the air, Mu Xingqiu felt the danger. It was not so much that he rose from the ground with a vine in his hand, but rather that the demon species took him to the sky. Their judgment was more direct. They did not dare to take it head-on and had to avoid the enemy's edge.

Kun Dun's spells were not something you could avoid if you wanted to. He was angry normally, and every move was determined to win.

A deep pit suddenly appeared where Mu Xingqiu had just stood. There was no sound or vibration, as if it had existed for a long time, but it just chose to appear suddenly at this time. Mu Xingqiu had risen hundreds of feet in the air at this moment, but he still could not avoid the aftermath of the spell.

A green light flew out from the vine, triggering a grand opening less than five feet in front of Mu Xingqiu. The scene at this time can only be described as "blooming" rather than "exploding": at least fifteen colors of light appeared out of nothing, as if a strange giant flower bloomed instantly, the petals passed by Mu Xingqiu, tilted and stretched in all directions, and after growing to ten feet, the light turned into a solidified substance similar to ice or crystal, and then twenty feet long, it turned into colorful smoke, which quickly mixed together. The smoke was filled with various five elements magic spells of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, like loaches rolling in the mud, accompanied by various harsh noises.

The mortals in the imperial capital could not see the scene a hundred miles away. The practitioners floating in the air were surprised and responsible for explaining. No one expected that the master's magic would be so sudden, and the final result would be so gorgeous.

"Mu Xingqiu was hit! The master's magic... is unparalleled, swallowing Mu Xingqiu in one gulp!"

"One move, just one move! The master killed the enemy with one move, and Mu Xingqiu was wiped out!"

The casual cultivators were more excited than the Taoist priests, as if the master belonged to them.

The spectators who were closer to Mu Xingqiu quickly sent more real information through magic, causing the casual cultivators and talisman masters who announced the result too early to retreat awkwardly and dare not speak for a long time.

"Mu Xingqiu is not dead!"

"The master's magic leaves no trace, but Mu Xingqiu did the opposite and released all the magic."

Various news came one after another, but Yi Shijun, who loved to nag the most at this time, did not speak. He was dutifully a witness. Instead, a large number of practitioners left the sky above the imperial capital and flew towards Mu Xingqiu, wanting to see what was going on.

This is how Mu Xingqiu coped with it. He simply couldn't take Kun Dun's spell head-on, so he simply tore the spell apart, making it open from restraint, and it was a disordered and random opening.

This method is easy to say, but very difficult to do. The five elements of magic are mutually reinforcing and restraining, and only by cooperating with each other can the restrained effect be achieved. To break up a spell and make it appear as hundreds or thousands of small spells, you must know it very well and know where the key is, just like a cleverly entangled ball of thread. Only one thread can pull the ball apart without hindrance, and the other threads will only pull tighter and tighter.

Mu Xingqiu doesn't have this vision yet, he relies on the demon seed.

In the past three days, the demon seed has been slowly splitting, and now there are more than a thousand of them, all sealed in the vines, which is still far from the number of 100,000, but this is the limit of what Mu Xingqiu can control. If there are more, the demon seed will control him in turn.

Mu Xingqiu was constantly attacked by the demons, and the demon thoughts invaded his mind again and again, and were expelled again and again. In this process, Mu Xingqiu and the demons got to know each other more and more deeply, and finally reached a compromise and joined forces in this battle to protect the demon souls who returned to reincarnation.

Even so, Mu Xingqiu did not let the demons split too much. As their power increased, they could change their attitude at any time.

Mu Xingqiu acted as a temporary demon soul, controlling the power of the demons and ordering them to charge and fight.

Kun Hun used Taoist magic, but not the current magic, but the ancient skills from more than 100,000 years ago. At that time, the Taoist methods were not as rich as they are now. Some have been lost, and some have become unrecognizable. In today's world, no one can fully recognize these ancient magics. Even the Taoists who know the history of Taoism best will only feel that these magics are familiar.

Only the demons still remember these magics.

Due to the separation from the demon soul, the demon species has lost a lot of memory, but the spells that once deeply hurt the demons have long become imprints. The demon species can react instinctively, but other spells created in later generations make it impossible for the demon species to disassemble.

Kun Dun's spells were disassembled, and the price paid by the vine was the sacrifice of a split demon species. This is one of the most common tactical means used by the demons in critical moments: sacrifice one to protect the whole.

The gorgeous huge flower in the sky lasted for a short while. Before it completely disappeared, Mu Xingqiu had already rushed out of the gap, his whole body wrapped in a ball of red flames. The flames went out when he stopped several miles away. Most of the dismantled spells extended outwards, but a few small spells randomly hit the target. Just dealing with these less than 1% spells consumed more than half of Mu Xingqiu's mana.

Mu Xingqiu's flying speed was extremely fast, but he didn't dare to use teleportation. That was a spell for escaping or hurrying. It was very dangerous to use this trick during the battle. He could only speed up as much as he could.

Kun Hun experienced a short period of shock. Mu Xingqiu's dismantling method must have reminded him of the Taoist-Demon War of the year. Then, his spells also sped up. Each move was silent, and only when it was dismantled by the demon seed vines would it reveal the magnificent scene that attracted everyone's attention.

The giant incense in the high school had not burned for more than 30%, but Mu Xingqiu had already flown fifty miles away. He did not run far, but rushed to the imperial capital. Those spectators who were originally closest to him only saw a hazy shadow passing by, leaving behind a piece of blooming magic. They were all stunned, and no one dared to chase him to check.

Most of Kun Dun's magic was consumed in the process of manifestation, and some survived tenaciously, flying around. Fortunately, they all had clear shapes that could be seen by the naked eye, and the practitioners could avoid them. They were still terrified in their hearts. This was the aftermath of the ancestor's magic. Even people with poor eyesight knew how powerful they were. Anyone who touched them would die instantly. Only Mu Xingqiu could take one or two of them.

Those practitioners who flew out of the city changed their minds and tried to fly as high and far as possible. No one knew how big the fighting field would be. If they got stuck in it, it would be almost impossible to get out.

Mu Xingqiu's flight trajectory was changing at any time, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes left, sometimes right, trying to avoid the sharp edge of Kun Dun's magic as much as possible and reduce the pressure of the magic seed vines. Even so, the loss of the magic seed was increasing. At first, sacrificing one magic seed could dismantle a move. After half an incense stick, at least ten magic seeds had to be sent to barely complete the task.

The magic seed will always exist, and there will always be one that survives in the end, but it can no longer dismantle Kun Dun's magic.

Nearly 70% of the incense burned, and Mu Xinglai flew over the imperial capital. His tactics were beyond many people's expectations. Since the battlefield was not demarcated, everyone thought that the farther they ran, the safer they were. But Mu Xingqiu knew that this trick was ineffective against Kun Dun. He took the challenge a hundred miles away to test whether the method of dismantling the magic seed was useful. Once it was feasible, he would still approach the enemy to fight as before.

As Mu Xingqiu approached, Kun Dun's spells became more and more frequent, blocking all the ways forward, and Mu Xingqiu could only fly around the city wall.

The huge magic spell was blooming in the air hundreds of feet high. From the ground, it looked like it was right in front of us. The audience who originally just wanted to watch the excitement felt that a disaster was coming. People on the street ran to nearby houses or hugged the big trees beside them tightly, thinking that they could survive. As for the practitioners gathered in the air, they had already descended again and again and mixed with the mortals on the ground.

In the face of more powerful forces, the difference between practitioners and ordinary people is no longer important.

Mu Xingqiu was looking for an opportunity. There were only a few demon seeds left in the vines. He had to rush into the Daotong Tower in the last bit of time. Even if he was defeated, he had to face the enemy face to face.

The Daotong Tower was just a few miles away. At Mu Xingqiu's current speed, he could arrive in the blink of an eye, but Kun Dun's magic spell blocked the way ahead like a copper wall, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Eighty percent of the incense in the air burned out, and most of the imperial capital was enveloped by blooming magic. Several small magics went out of control and flew to the ground, knocking down two sections of the city wall and four pavilions. The talisman masters and monks guarding the city did not dare to put out the fire until the magic was completely ineffective.

The imperial capital fell into complete panic. This was not the one-sided battle that everyone expected. The god-like Taoist ancestor actually fought a mortal on equal terms. Everyone was not only disappointed, but also more confused and fearful.

Mu Xingqiu at least achieved one goal. With the efforts of him and Zuo Liuying, the perfect atmosphere created by Kun Dun was also dismantled.

There were only a few left out of the more than a thousand demon species, and they were unable to fight again. The incense had not yet burned out. Mu Xingqiu had only one choice: to perform teleportation in the most dangerous magic environment in the world.

The victory or defeat depended on this one move.