Chapter 0983 Flame

A ball of white light rose from dozens of miles away, jumping up and down for a long time, like an anxious moon. Not long after, it flew rapidly towards the manor. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

"Master Mu, what do you mean by 'can't beat'?" Yang Chilang's voice trembled, and his legs trembled.

"I remembered some vague memories. I fought with the woman in white."

"You didn't beat her?" Yang Chilang raised one leg, and the other four also leaned forward, ready to run.

"No, I won, but..."

"But?"

Mu Xingqiu frowned and recalled a more detailed scene. The white light in the distance approached quickly.

Yang Chilang's raised foot was about to land, and Mu Xingqiu said: "We were fighting, and I won, but now I have forgotten most of the spells and only know a few moves."

Even these few moves were automatically generated, and Mu Xingqiu found it difficult to control.

"My god, these few moves of yours are quite powerful against us." Yang Chilang forced a smile, still hesitating in his heart, when suddenly a figure rushed over beside him. The most obedient constable actually got away one step ahead of him.

"Asshole!" Yang Chilang shouted angrily, and ran after him. After a few steps, he was shoulder to shoulder with the constable. He stretched out his hand to push him away, and continued to run towards the gate without slowing down. The other three finally understood and ran out.

The five people shouted and ran faster than rabbits, wondering why they listened to a fool, risked their lives, and sent a large number of talismans and artifacts. I don't know how many people will be squeezed in the future to make up for this deficit.

Mu Xingqiu didn't even remember the four words "Mind Illusion". The spells were all cast unconsciously, very unstable, and could not firmly control the emotions of the recipients.

Mu Xingqiu tried to cast a spell to keep the five people. He could only absorb the power from the talisman objects, but could not restore the spells in them. The power of the talisman was too simple and too direct. He needed to temporarily retain some of the power in the human body for a while, so that he could add some changes during the battle.

This was not any spell he remembered, but a tactic he had learned when absorbing the Ice Flower Snow Blade.

Once the five people ran, Mu Xingqiu could only absorb the power from the surrounding talisman objects at the same time, and then send them out at the same time. One move would determine the outcome, and there would be no changes in between.

Mu Xingqiu wanted to catch the emotions of the five people again, but he was always a little short.

Yang Chilang took the lead and had already run out of the manor gate and disappeared into the night, but the next moment he went up to the sky.

A thin flame suddenly jumped up from the ground, reaching more than ten feet high, whirring, like a gust of wind.

Yang Chilang screamed in pain, and in a short while, he was burned in front of several people.

The four people at the gate stared at this scene blankly, unable to understand how this happened for a moment. Suddenly, they turned around, knelt down to Mu Xingqiu, and kowtowed for mercy.

But Mu Xingqiu was as confused as they were. Although he could not freely drive the power in his body, they were definitely not out of control. The flames that jumped out from the ground were definitely not the spells he cast.

The flames were just the beginning. Just as they disappeared, Yang Chilang's body had not yet fallen to the ground. More flames rose around the manor one after another, and the whirring sound continued. Not long after, the sky was also abnormal. A large number of fireballs flew from all directions, crisscrossing, and seemed to have no particularly clear target. They fell randomly, causing explosions again and again.

The four people who were kowtowing finally realized that the spell was not cast by Mu Xingqiu at all. They looked up for a moment, and a runner said, "Is it that banshee?"

The white light was very close to the manor, slightly lower, and the fireballs galloping in the sky were like thousands of troops protecting it.

The four people screamed at the top of their lungs, got up and ran again, passing the charred body, and ran faster.

At first, Mu Xingqiu thought that the flames everywhere were related to the white light, but soon he realized that it was not the case. The white light was flying at a low altitude to avoid the flying fireballs.

A flame shot up into the sky a dozen steps in front of Mu Xingqiu, swept up a dozen talisman objects around, and burned them to ashes in an instant.

Mu Xingqiu subconsciously waved his arms and moved his feet in coordination. He didn't even know what this trick was, but he successfully made the flames bow their heads, like a bent tree, one end was pressed by Mu Xingqiu, and the other end was still rooted in the ground.

The flames were blazing, but Mu Xingqiu only felt warm.

The white light flew over and landed in the form of an old woman, staring at Mu Xingqiu and the flames he pressed.

Mu Xingqiu also stared at the other party, still unable to remember anything. He wanted to throw the flame in his hand, but the power contained in this flame was more than all the talisman objects around him combined. It seemed to be stuck in his hand and he couldn't send it out. He moved his hand and the flame moved, but it just refused to attack the enemy obediently.

"You, you took my, my things." The old woman in white stammered.

If Mu Xingqiu still had some memory, he would find her tone incredible, but now he didn't find it strange at all. His other hand began to gather the power of the talisman objects, "Who are you?"

"I, I seem to be called Shouque, I don't know, I don't know who I am... My soul, give it back to me..."

Mu Xingqiu was slightly stunned. He didn't have a long impression of Shouque, but he remembered the general scene of her turning into white light to devour his soul. He felt that this was an extremely domineering and arrogant woman, completely different from the cowardly old woman in front of him.

He threw the talisman power condensed into yellow light in his left hand. He had to defeat the opponent first before he could find out the truth.

Shou Que looked up at the fireball flying in the air in panic, and was completely unaware of the flying yellow light. She seemed to be frightened, not only by Mu Xingqiu, but also by the spells emerging everywhere.

Another flame gushed out from the ground, hitting the yellow light that was flying halfway, instantly defeating it, and then turned to attack the caster.

At the critical moment, Mu Xingqiu's spellcasting instinct worked again. This time he did not absorb the spell, but released the flame controlled by his right hand. The two flames collided with each other, and with a bang, they jumped up dozens of feet high. The fire expanded and occupied the entire manor in the blink of an eye, and the broken walls and ruins were burned.

Mu Xingqiu had no time to escape, but he was not burned. The flame that was about to kill him just now automatically passed by him.

The spell fire quickly disappeared, and the natural fire in the manor became more and more intense.

Mu Xingqiu stretched out his arm, and a layer of invisible restriction broke and disappeared. It was it that blocked the violent flames, but this layer of restriction was not issued by him.

"You saved me?" Mu Xingqiu said in surprise. He had planned to attract the witch, kill her and take back her memory, but the result was far beyond his expectations.

Shouque walked over carefully, "These spells... are very strange." There were more and more fireballs in the sky, illuminating the ground as bright as day, "They... have no owner."

Mu Xingqiu felt that he knew something, but he couldn't remember it. He just felt a splitting headache, "Give me back my memory, and I'll give you my soul."

Shouque nodded and approached slowly and cautiously, "I don't know where this is, and I don't know what's going on between you and me, but I seem to recognize you. We may have had grievances. I hope... I hope it's not too deep, and there is still room for resolution. Please believe that I have no ill intentions."

Mu Xingqiu's head hurt more and more, and the remnant soul he caught was trying to escape frantically.

"My name is Mu Xingqiu. I don't remember the past, but I have an impression that you didn't look like this before."

"Really? I have a little impression that I don't seem to be a good person." Shouque's face turned red with shame, "If I did something wrong, please forgive me. If... what I did is really unforgivable, please tell me the details first, so that I can die with a clear mind."

"My memory." Mu Xingqiu said hoarsely. Now he just wants to get his memory back. In the vast ocean, memory is the only land that can allow him to dock.

Shouque raised his hand, and a crystal clear gem slowly appeared in his palm. "I didn't mean to see your memory. It's not complete and a little unstable. You have to be careful."

Mu Xingqiu didn't need to take out the remnant soul. It was rushing around in the Niwan Palace. He only needed to relax his strength a little, and the remnant soul would return to its original body.

"Why did your soul split?" Mu Xingqiu felt strange. Although he couldn't remember where these thoughts came from, he was very sure that the soul should be complete.

She actually started crying and sobbing, which was neither in line with the identity of a "witch" nor a woman in her fifties.

Mu Xingqiu had a severe headache and did not want to keep the remnant soul, so he tried to retract his strength and at the same time reached out to take the orb in Shouque's hand.

He grabbed the orb, but Shouque did not take back the remnant soul.

A beam of light fell from the sky and shattered the remnant soul between Mu Xingqiu and Shouque.

Mu Xingqiu quickly retreated, but Shouque felt the great pain of the remnant soul being destroyed. He stayed in place with his hands tightly holding his head, his long hair flying, more wrinkles on his face, and a shrill scream came out of his mouth.

In the Demon Cave, she also had a lot of remnant souls destroyed, but at that time she was controlled by magic and was in a pure coma, so she could not feel too much pain. This time it happened for real, as if all the flesh and blood in her body were removed from her bones.

Mu Xingqiu held the orb tightly and found that he could not read the memory in the orb.

The fireball in the sky turned into a rain of fire. A figure landed in the yard. Behind him was a burning house, but he didn't care.

"The remnant soul must not be returned to her." The speaker was an extremely handsome young Taoist priest. It was he who cast a spell to destroy the remnant soul.

"Who are you? Do you recognize me?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Shouque's pain gradually disappeared, and he knelt on the ground and trembled.

The young Taoist priest looked at the two carefully, his eyes stopped on Mu Xingqiu, "I will only recognize you if you are you."

Mu Xingqiu was stunned, and held the orb in his hand tighter and tighter, as if he could take back the memory inside and become his true self.

An indignant voice came from the air, "Zuo Liuying, you have already destroyed the Taoist tradition, do you want to destroy the whole world?"

Another Taoist priest Shi Hanyuan, who was wearing the Rimang, arrived.