Exorcism

The spells came overwhelmingly, and under the cover of the night, almost no form or sound was revealed. Only the Taoist priest's third eye could see a large group of faint lights rushing towards the Slaughter City, like dark clouds sweeping over the ground, or like sand sweeping across the wilderness. dust.

The three flying demons in the sky were still circling boredly. Their mission was to monitor the Taoist priests on the ground. Even if they looked up and looked far away, they could not detect the rapidly approaching threat dozens of miles away.

The magic weapon on the edge of the restriction began to issue a warning. The copper bell rang slightly, the bronze mirror rotated, and the flames of the candles tilted. Xiao Qingtao got out of the tent and looked into the distance for a while, "Oh my God, this...isn't it meant to be... Will the war start at the end of autumn? We have just entered the territory of the demon clan..." She did not dare to say any more, feeling that the war started was too coincidental.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't explain what was going on. This was obviously a powerful spell that could only be cast by the Taoist priests. With their usual contempt for the demon clan, it seemed that there was no need for a surprise attack.

At this time, Zuo Liuying's opinion is most needed, but since he said "The war has begun", he has not spoken again. He just looked at the group of spells in the distance with his hands behind his back, as if it was a beautiful scenery.

Xiao Qingtao couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Do we need to hide away?"

The magic can't tell who is the enemy and who is the friend, and the restrictions set by Xiao Qingtao and Mu Xingqiu may not be able to hold up even for a moment.

Zuo Liuying shook his head gently.

The spell came with force and speed, and within a short time it was already more than ten kilometers away from the Slaughter City. The magic weapon at the edge of the restriction reacted more violently, the ringing of the copper bell began to become harsh, and the glimmer of light seen by the third eye became more and more powerful, reaching a height of hundreds of feet. , can be dozens of miles wide, enough to swallow up several massacre cities.

The first thing the demon tribe reacted to was not the flying demon, but several demon towers. The demon heads hanging on the towers roared like cracking drums, their demon eyes shone brightly, and the other demon weapons struggled crazily, seeming to want to escape. The demon tower fled for its own life.

The three flying monsters were extremely frightened. Even they could now see the large shimmering light emitted by the spell. Like a huge monster jumping from the deep sea, the flying monsters kept flapping their wings and screaming, adhering to their duties and escaping. They hesitated, but soon, the latter gained the upper hand, and the three flying monsters fled to the southeast.

When they saw the form of the spell, it was already too late. A moist breeze blew by, and the three flying monsters screamed at the same time as if they had been shot by sharp arrows, and then fell to the ground.

This is just the vanguard of Taoist magic. The restrictions imposed by Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Qingtao are like a thatched house crumbling in a storm. The copper bells are still ringing, but every lamp and candle has been extinguished. The bronze mirror hanging in mid-air snaps. The ground fell to the ground.

"Really, do you really not need to do anything?" Xiao Qingtao's panic was also rising. She had practiced in Taoism for many years and participated in many battles. Apart from Fangfang's Broken Pill, she had never seen such a powerful spell. The hands of demonic calamity that Feng Ruhui used to drive Si Mingding and Zuo Liuying through his soul were strong, but they lacked this overwhelming momentum.

As he spoke, the spell had already struck, and the earth shook in an instant, the breeze turned into a strong wind, the soft light turned into lightning like a spear and a halberd, and the water droplets shot through the simple restrictions, hitting the ground like hailstones.

The flea was always on guard. It rushed forward with its horns and made a whirring sound in its mouth. Suddenly it lowered its head and turned around and jumped behind Zuo Liuying. It was also scared.

Mu Xingqiu was also shocked. Seeing that Zuo Liuying was indifferent, he summoned the Frost Soul Sword. If the Taoist priest felt that he could sacrifice a few young Taoist priests for some reason, he would have a way to protect himself, but he I deeply doubt whether the soul power of the Frost Soul Sword can block this powerful spell.

When the spell arrived, Xiao Qingtao's face was pale, and her hair was blown to pieces by the strong wind. At the critical moment, Zuo Liuying finally reacted, raised his hands to his chest, and in a flash of lightning, he pinched out more than a dozen spells with his ten fingers. He was so flexible that Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Qingtao couldn't see his movements clearly even with their third eyes.

The straw hat on Zuo Liuying's head suddenly flew up and instantly expanded to the same size as the house. The hollow part was filled with a layer of white light, covering the person, unicorn and tent inside.

The strong wind howled and the torrential rain pounded. The straw hat looked vulnerable. The surface was uneven, and holes of different sizes were constantly being punched out. Not long after, it changed the way it responded to the challenge. It suddenly became larger and sometimes smaller, adapting to the spell outside. The smallest Sometimes it even almost touched the heads of several people, but it could always block the spell and keep them safe. The two tents more than ten steps away seemed to be getting closer and closer.

A full quarter of an hour later, the spell finally ended, and Xiao Qingtao's hanging heart finally fell back to its original position. Although she admired Zuo Liuying, she still felt a little nervous about his protective method.

The straw hat returned to its normal size and was already riddled with holes. However, Zuo Liuying held it in his hand and observed it carefully, as if he couldn't bear to throw it away.

Mu Xingqiu withdrew the Frost Soul Sword and turned around with Xiao Qingtao to look at the demon city five miles away. The city of massacre did not live up to its name. He was massacred first. The towering demon tower and the damaged city wall were all gone. The fragments of the earth seemed to have just been completely washed away by a flood.

Xiaohao came out of the tent, rubbed her eyes and yawned, "It's not yet dawn, what's going on outside?" She also looked at the Slaughter City for a while, and asked doubtfully: "Is the demon moving now? Really. It’s so fast, I haven’t even gotten to know them yet.”

"Is this a spell cast by the Taoist Priests?" Xiao Qingtao asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"This is the angry wave from the Yashan Sword Washing Pond. One Taoist priest is enough." Zuo Liuying reached out and handed the straw hat to Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu didn't understand the meaning of this move, but he still took it in his hand and looked down carefully. The straw hat was still the original straw hat. He bought it from an ordinary old man in the imperial capital. There was nothing special about it. It was struck by a spell. The holes have turned it into a piece of waste, without any use value.

"Yashan is thousands of miles away from here, how could..." Xiao Qingtao shut up in time, not wanting to appear to be questioning Zuo Liuying.

"The Sword Washing Pool is a magic weapon. It can be turned into a pool covering an area of ​​several hectares, and it can also be reduced to the size of an ordinary copper basin. It is really unexpected that the Yashan Taoist priests brought this mountain-suppressing treasure...or maybe I just forgot. "Zuo Liuying has no way of knowing which memories have been removed.

Xiao Qingtao didn't know much about the history of Taoism, but she knew that the treasures of each Taoism rarely left the mountain. For example, the Ancestral Pagoda had to leave Laozu Peak. Even so, Zuo Liuying did not take it away from Xijie Country—— This is the place where Pang Shan selects his disciples, and to a certain extent, it belongs to Pang Shan's sphere of influence.

"There's no need to clean the sword pool to eliminate the demon clan. Yashan has another purpose, but... I really forgot." Zuo Liuying knocked on his head and turned to Mu Xingqiu, "What do you see?"

"The straw hat is not a weapon. After you cast the spell, it can block the spell from the Yashan Treasure." Mu Xingqiu thought about it again, and then said: "No matter how powerful the spell is, it must be supported. It can be as strong as the sword washing pool, as weak as a sword." An ordinary straw hat is something that can be relied upon. If you can give up relying on it, you may be able to reach the origin of Dao Fire, but... how can this be possible? "

Zuo Liuying glanced at Mu Xingqiu, but his expression did not change at all, "I mean this one is broken and I need a new straw hat."

Mu Xingqiu's face turned red, thinking that Zuo Liuying was deliberately teasing him, but then he thought that this was impossible, so he continued to think with the broken straw hat.

Xiao Qingtao hurriedly took out a new straw hat from the Qiankun bag and handed it over. She was glad that she had brought this pile of common people's things with her.

Xiao Hao rode a flea and ran to the Slaughter City to take a look and then came back, "It's really strange, what happened last night? All the demons disappeared, not a single one was left, only a lot of blood stains."

"Not even a body?" Xiao Qingtao asked in surprise.

"No, I'll go look for it again." Xiao Hao signaled Flea to turn around and ran towards the ruins of Slaughter City.

The other three people followed on foot. Mu Xingqiu was still looking at the straw hat, and Xiao Qingtao was looking around. "Really, even the bodies of the three flying demons are gone. Was it destroyed by magic, or..."

"It was blown away by the wind." Zuo Liuying said.

The sky is getting brighter, and the ruins of the Massacre City reveal a tragic side. There are bloodstains and broken demon weapons everywhere. There are no complete corpses, but occasionally scattered hands and feet can be seen.

Xiao Hao's voice came from afar, "There is a demon here, and it's not dead yet!"

The three flew over and saw the seriously injured demon general in a cave whose roof had been destroyed.

The double-horned helmet and the leather armor with many accessories were gone. The demon general was almost naked and covered in blood. He looked more like an ordinary human than a demon. He looked at several Taoist priests and wanted to sneer, but all he could say was Coughing, "Is the war starting now? The monster race will never die, let alone surrender. I...I..."

The demon general wanted to curse, but was unable to do so. Xiao Hao advised him: "You'd better stop talking and think about happy things. You are about to die. In the next forty-nine days, memories will be the only thing you can do." It’s better to be happy than to complain about something.”

Xiao Hao sincerely wanted to comfort the seriously injured, but what the demon general heard was only curses and sarcasm. His eyes widened with anger, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth, and the last bit of life disappeared.

Xiao Hao recited a scripture in a low voice, and Mu Xingqiu noticed something unusual. He squatted down, put his straw hat on the ground, reached out and wiped the blood on the demon general's chest, revealing two lines of words that had just been engraved on it:

The head is admired by Song Xuan, whoever knows its whereabouts will live, and whoever surrenders it will be rewarded, Yashan.

Xiao Qingtao read it again and became more and more panicked, "Ashan sent out a wave of anger, it turned out to be for the bald man!"

Mu Xingqiu stood up and said, "Shen Jiyi said that Yashan will take back the sword-washing pool water in the bald man's head at all costs. This is not a war between Taoism and the demon clan. Yashan probably carved the same words on every corpse. The writing was blown to the demon clans everywhere, forcing them to help find the whereabouts of the bald man. It also... gave me a warning. "

The target of the first attack at Yashan Sword Washing Pond was not randomly selected, but came with several Taoist priests, especially Mu Xingqiu.

"On the way to the imperial capital a few months ago, you said that Pang Shan had enemies within the Taoist order. Do you still remember?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Zuo Liuying had part of his memory removed, and it seemed that he was a little slow to think about anything. "I remember." He said, and thought for a while, "I had some ideas at the time, but these ideas have disappeared."