Exorcism

The carriage stopped, the door opened, and twenty casual cultivators wearing Yellow Fu Army armor stood outside, all ready to cast spells. This article was first published by

Lan Bingju made a sign of seeing off the guests and said coldly to Zuo Liuying: "It's rare that after so many years, you still remember my temper and know that I appreciate people with rebellious personalities. I specially found such Taoist priests, but it's a pity that it's useless." . I can admit that I have heard a little bit about what happened in Duanliu City. You can think of using the Pill Breaking Technique to stop the demon army. It is indeed a strange move. It makes me impressed. It turns out that our little genius has some real abilities. It's yours, you can figure it out on your own. Over the past four hundred years, my followers have changed for at least three generations, and Pangshan is meaningless to me."

Sun Yulu leaned forward to leave, but found that Zuo Liuying was not moving, so she did not move either, and Mu Xingqiu and the other inhaling Taoist priests did not move either.

The casual cultivators outside the car were braving the rain, and someone had already cast a sparkling spell, which was dangling in the palm of his hand.

Faced with her aunt's order to expel guests, Zuo Liuying only said one sentence, "He is a disciple of Nian Xin Ke."

Lan Bingju suddenly put down her arms and stared at Mu Xingqiu for a while, with an incomprehensible expression. "It seems that I should pay more attention to Pangshan. When did Pangshan have another Nianxin Department in addition to Pangshan's ten subjects?"

"Starting from me, I am the only disciple of Nian Xin Ke." Mu Xingqiu said, knowing that he was being used as a pawn by Zuo Liuying again. He didn't care about the use of high-level Taoist priests, he just hoped that they could tell him in advance, which was something Zuo Liuying never wanted to do.

"Have you seen the successor of Nianxin in the Patriarch Tower?"

"I saw all twenty-nine of them. There were only graphics and no words. Then I met them again in the Xingshan Demon Cave. They really wanted to keep me inside."

Lan Bingju laughed and raised his arm to point at the twenty casual cultivators outside the car, "Let me see your mental illusion. Cast a spell and let them fight each other."

The casual cultivator guards all wore helmets, their faces could not be seen, and they moved uneasily, but no one raised a word of objection. They were obviously in awe of the Mage King of Life and Death and did not dare to resist at all.

Mu Xingqiu shook his head and refused, "I am only on the second level of the illusion, and I don't have much ability. These people have no intention of killing each other. Naturally, I can't inspire them, but..."

Lan Bingju had been nodding her head since she reached the second level of the illusion. When she heard the word "but", she stopped nodding, her eyes brightened, and her interest became more and more intense.

There was silence inside and outside the carriage, and only a few people knew what was going to happen. Including several Pangshan breathing Taoist priests, they all didn't know what was going on and looked at each other in confusion.

It takes about five breaths,

A casual cultivator outside the car suddenly knelt down. He said in a trembling voice: "Master, please spare my life." Immediately after, several more people knelt down. Although the remaining casual cultivators did not kneel down, they also looked frightened and uneasy.

Lan Bingju laughed again. With a wave of his hand, the door closed and the carriage continued to move forward. Several casual cultivators outside stood up and whispered to their companions inexplicably what was going on.

"I can only do this." Mu Xingqiu did not use all his strength. Even if he doubled the mental illusion technique with dual-purpose, the effect would not be better. The magic power of these twenty casual cultivators is high, which is equivalent to the level of the second and third levels of Taoism. However, the inner elixirs of the casual cultivators are mixed, and the spell protection caused by them is unstable. Occasionally, there will be a slight flaw. Mu Xingqiu was in Duanliu City He had already discovered this characteristic, but he still waited for a while before seizing the opportunity. The mental illusion technique slipped in, stimulating the already strong fear of Lanbing Ke in several casual cultivators. The inner elixirs of the other casual cultivators are purer. If he wants to use illusions on them, Mu Xingqiu must first break through their protection with a long whip.

"It's amazing, you learned it all by yourself?" Lan Bingju leaned forward and stared at Mu Xingqiu, wishing to drag him to her side and ignore everyone else.

"I have received help from many people." Mu Xingqiu did not lie. Fangfang, Lin Sa, the successor of Nianxinke, and even Zuo Liuying all provided him with more or less help and guidance, some of which were unintentional. .

"Well... you can throw a move at me." Lan Bingju was still doubtful.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at Zuo Liuying and silently used his mental illusion technique to try to find Lan Bingqu's emotions. He found it quickly, and Lan Bingju was undefended.

After a Taoist priest condenses Qi into an elixir and is blessed with the method of fundamental concealment, the inner elixir will automatically generate protective power, which is difficult to penetrate with ordinary spells. Low-level Taoist priests cannot stop this power even if they want to. Only high-level Taoist priests can suspend part of the protective power. .

Lan Bingju opened her heart to a Taoist priest whom she had not met for a long time. This was an extremely risky move, and no normal Taoist priest would do this.

But she didn't care, and Mu Xingqiu didn't refuse.

The lake of mind is just a metaphor, but in Mu Xingqiu's eyes, the human heart, especially the heart of a Taoist priest, is indeed very much like a lake. The so-called emotions are the ripples on the lake. By understanding these ripples, you can deduce what they correspond to. If you choose a good angle and throw a stone into your emotions, you can turn the emotional ripples into waves, and you can even hold the waves in your hand with magic.

Lan Bingju's lake of mind is very strange. It's not even remotely similar to the calm Taoist heart. It's more like a mortal's heart, and it's also a mortal with unsatisfied desires. All kinds of ripples intersect with each other, and there is almost no calm place, but there are also The difference was that she had too many ripples, none of which had a clear advantage. Instead, they were abnormally static, and Mu Xingqiu had no idea where to start.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion was still at the second level of the illusion, and he could only see vague ripples, and could not dig out the other party's memory like the mind control technique. In order not to come in vain, Mu Xingqiu used illusion to touch the most familiar ripples - hatred. He had seen this emotion in the hearts of countless mortals and monsters.

The ripples began to move frequently, and Mu Xingqiu was about to continue to cast a spell, but he was pushed out by a powerful magic power.

Lan Binghu was not only brave, but also had extremely deep magic power to allow a Taoist priest to enter her state of mind and drive him out at will. Although she had not made any further progress in more than 400 years, she was still a high-level Taoist priest of the sixth level of Xingluo.

This battle between the states of mind was not visible to outsiders. The bald man asked in a confused whisper: "Brother Xiaoqiu, did you win?"

"No." Mu Xingqiu knew that his strength was still too far away from that of a high-level Taoist priest, and he could not grasp it even if he had a chance, unless there was a special situation like the Taoist priest of Luanjing Mountain setting up a soul-binding formation. He had a chance.

The bald man said in disappointment.

Yang Qingyin was also confused, "Are you also a disciple of the Nianxin School? I heard that the Nianxin School has been interrupted for tens of thousands of years. Mu Xingqiu should be the only disciple in these years."

"Of course I am not a disciple of the Nianxin School..." Lan Binghu was about to explain, when a whistle suddenly sounded outside. It started with just one person, but soon it became a whistle made by hundreds of people, like a group of noisy monkeys.

Lan Binghu's eyes lit up, and he stood up and swept his eyes across the faces of several people, "Let me show you how many casual cultivators there are in Lian Haishan."

Except for the side facing the horses. The three walls of the carriage suddenly fell outwards, flush with the bottom of the carriage, and the roof of the carriage rose several feet and floated in the air. The carriage was expanded by magic, and it shrank rapidly at this time. The Taoists got up in time and found that the tables and chairs and other things were retracted into the floor and disappeared, and the carriage became a platform of medium size.

The rain outside stopped, and the air was moist and fresh. It was refreshing, and even the Taoists felt relaxed and happy.

The carriage stopped on a mountain ridge. To the west was a gentle slope, which was now occupied by scattered cultivators. It was several miles wide, with at least three thousand people stacked one on top of another, most of them floating in the air. It was a solid wall of people, but the top layer was also a little shorter than the carriage.

The scattered cultivators were dressed in different clothes, and no one rode an illusory beast. They were all very humble in front of the Life and Death Mage King.

"Greetings, the Dharma King, may the Dharma King live forever." Thousands of scattered cultivators blessed in unison, and everyone in heaven and on earth knelt down.

Lan Binghu waved his hand, and the scattered cultivators stood up at the same time, and no one spoke quietly.

A smug smile flashed across Lan Binghu's old face. Her appearance was real, not an illusion. She said loudly: "Where is the Dharma Protector Sima?"

A scattered cultivator flew to the ground and bowed, saying: "This general is here."

The Pangshan Taoists were stunned. Lan Binghu actually trained the scattered cultivators into an army, and the title was also different. This was not Pangshan's style.

"How was the battle?"

The Dharma Protector Sima was a casual cultivator with a long beard and a long chest. He didn't look very old. His eyes were big and round, and he always looked like he was glaring at people fiercely. In front of Lan Binghu, he only dared to look at the ground. "Yesterday, the Lianhaishan monk group encountered three waves of sea monsters that landed on the shore. Thanks to the protection of the Dharma King, our army fought a series of battles and annihilated all the sea monsters, killing more than 1,300 monsters and capturing 420."

Lan Binghu looked at Taoist Pangshan, "Remember, it's not just you who are fighting against the monsters, and Qi Wushang is not the only threat."

Sun Yulu felt that this was an opportunity, and was about to ask for a joint effort, but Lan Binghu had already turned to the Dharma Protector Sima, "How many demon pills did you get?"

The Dharma Protector Sima hesitated for a moment, and his voice lowered involuntarily, "Fifty-seven."

"Killed more than a thousand sea monsters, and only had this many demon pills?" Lan Bingbinghu's face darkened.

The guardian Sima trembled slightly, "These three groups of sea monsters are mostly ordinary monsters, there is no monster pill to take, but there are some monsters that look quite tall among the captives..."

He couldn't continue. There were no big monsters among the sea monsters participating in the battle, and it was even more impossible to have any among the captives.

Lan Binghu had a little understanding of the battle in Duanliu City, and knew that this record was far from comparable. He snorted coldly, clasped his hands together, and rubbed them gently.

Although the guardian Sima didn't dare to look up, he could catch a glimpse of the actions of the Life and Death Mage King. He was so scared that he fell to his knees and kowtowed for mercy. The scattered cultivators on the hillside didn't even dare to breathe.

Lan Binghu thought for a while, waved his hand again, and the guardian Sima retreated as if he had been pardoned, and ordered people to bring out the captives behind the wall of scattered cultivators.

Hundreds of captives were thrown on the ground, most of them were half-demons of the sea clan, wｗw.anh.c their hands, feet and faces were covered with scales, some knelt timidly, some stood up, looking boldly at the old woman in the car with bulging eyes.

Lan Binghu raised her hand, as if she wanted to say something soothing, but she didn't speak. The captives fell one after another, and with each one that fell, a demon pill rose into the air, most of which were scales.

Mu Xingqiu and others were a little surprised. Lan Binghu could seize the demon pill without even showing his magic weapon. He was very capable.

More than 30 sea monsters fell, rolling and twitching, and soon they stopped moving. No sea monster could pretend to be brave, and they all knelt down.

Lan Binghu withdrew her hand, and all the demon pills in the air fell to the ground. She didn't want any of them.

She turned to face Mu Xingqiu and continued what she had just said: "I am a Taoist priest of the Yin-Yang Department. It's very interesting. The only prophecy I made in my life is related to the Mind Department."

Behind Lan Bingju, a large number of casual cultivators took out magic weapons and prepared to massacre the prisoners. Just as Mu Xingqiu was about to ask about the content of the prophecy, his name rang out among the Kraken prisoners.

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