The Dust Mountain turned into a dust fog, covering the sky and the sun. From a distance, it seemed that it had suddenly grown several times taller. All the people in it floated in the air. When they touched the dust with their eyes, they could see at most a few feet. Only the Taoist priests could see farther, and only they could see the slowly rising transparent cover.

There was no dust in the shield with a diameter of more than one meter. There was only one tall woman. Her hair was strange and loosened casually, growing to the waist, with a dark blue end, and slowly transitioning upwards to pure black.

Mu Dong'er thought she was a dragon demon, and immediately remembered the incident in Yelin Town. He was at the scene and saw her change with his own eyes, "Ah, you are not a dragon demon, you are Qin Lingshuang...Auntie."

Mu Dong'er once asked her mother who Qin Lingshuang was, but she did not get the exact answer, but was reminded that she must be called "auntie".

Among the crowd, Zhao Chuye stood at the highest point and could not escape the spell range created by the clone of the ancestor tower, which made him both startled and angry. This clone once belonged to him, but there was no mark on him, and he completely refused to recognize the old master.

"Another one who has come back from the dead." Zhao Chuye didn't care about the woman, and accumulated all his magic power and planned to fight to the death. He had great ambitions, and the most important one was to live in this troubled world. "You shouldn't exist!"

Seven beams of light were emitted from the Grandmaster Xingshan's hand. The beam was bent and lost its accuracy from the beginning. Zhao Chuye was prepared for this seven beams of light were just used to attract the attention of others. He jumped down, as if he was diving deep in the water. His target was not Qin Lingshuang, not Yi Shijun, not Mu Xingqiu, but Mu Donger.

There is only one way to end the magic of the clone of the ancestor tower, that is, to kill the target of the clone. Mu Donger herself is still confused and those with stronger strength have discovered the truth.

In the dust, only Yi Shijun kept a smile. He used the power of the enemy to wake up the "two girls" faster and was proud. He was preparing to introduce to everyone who was the woman in the transparent shield. Therefore, he did not see Zhao Chuye's real purpose in time, but only guarded against the seven curved beams and ignored the caster himself.

Zhao Chuye arrived in front of Mu Dong'er in an instant. He stared at him coldly, holding a short sword more than one foot long in his hand. His magic weapons were almost taken away two years ago. After searching for many days, he only found a few sixth and seventh grade magic weapons. The dagger was one of them.

The spells will shift, but the sharp blades will not be able to do so. Zhao Chuye stabbed the short sword at Mu Dong'er with grief and anger, feeling a hint of mockery. The ancestor's magic power is boundless, and the spells he issued are still not distinguishing between enemies and us. The Taoist priest of the Moon Mang had to charge like a rough and mortal soldier. Will he gain the forgiveness and favor of the ancestor after he killed Mu Dong'er?

Yi Shijun finally reacted, and the smile on his face disappeared suddenly, and he slapped a palm a few more than ten steps away. A ball of red light hit Zhao Chuye, but it was too late. His spell was also affected by the clone of the Ancestor Tower. Although the distance was very short, it was still a few inches away. He flew past Zhao Chuye, which hit the target, but did not cause much damage.

Mu Dong'er didn't wait for death, and wouldn't run away. She raised her head. Her cheeks bulged, her face turned red, and she was going to spit out a strange fire ball, but he was one step late. The fire ball needed to accumulate strength, and he had no time at all. The white short sword was pressing against his chest.

Only one person rushed over in time. Mu Xingqiu never gave his son's safety to Yi Shijun. Even when he was most focused on writing talismans, there was a light staring at Mu Dong'er. As soon as Zhao Chuye's seven beams of light dispersed, he knew something was wrong. He was too familiar with this way of fighting that rushed to the front. Even if he lost his memory, his reaction was a little faster than others.

On one hand, there is a spell that is about to burst out from the clone of the ancestor tower, and on the other hand, Zhao Chuye, who is absolutely impossible to show mercy with a short sword in his hand. Mu Xingqiu has only one choice: first solve the most urgent threat.

Zhao Chuye was wiped by Yi Shijun's red light, his figure swayed slightly, and then he used force to stab the short sword into Mu Donger's chest. No matter how powerful the spell was, he could not miss it.

The short sword stabbed in nearly two inches, Mu Dong'er's face turned redder, and Zhao Chuye suddenly sank at this moment, and a huge force instead of a spell pushed him away from the side.

"We must kill him!" Zhao Chuye shouted angrily, injecting magic power into his palm, pushing the dagger one inch further, then turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu who was pounced on him, and looked at the face that was even more angry than him, "Where does the Taoist priest get the affection?"

This is not a question, but accusation. Zhao Chuye did not understand Mu Xingqiu's choice. He pushed him away and could only let Mu Donger live for a while. Without Mu Xingqiu's talisman suppression, the magic in the clone of the ancestor tower would immediately surge out, and it would still kill Mu Donger, and it would probably kill the others present.

Mu Xingqiu pinched Zhao Chuye's neck with his hands. There were no talismans, no magic, only the abundant magic power that had just been inhaled in the meridians. He had to save Mu Dong'er. This was not a choice, but an instinct and necessity. He didn't need to explain to anyone, but only regretted one thing. He did not use all opportunities to kill this Taoist priest of Moon Mang two years ago.

Zhao Chuye was casting spells. At first, he wanted to kill Mu Xingqiu, but soon became self-protection. The opponent injected too much mana, which disrupted his meridians and Santians. No magic could be formed, so he could only fight with mana.

They were like two dead leaves entangled in a whirlwind, floating under the influence of the clone of the ancestor tower.

Zhao Chuye could not hold on anymore. Mu Xingqiu's magic power was not produced by internal alchemy, but from magic transformation. He was naturally aggressive. He was not honest in Mu Xingqiu's meridians, and even rushed into the outsiders' bodies. He was as arrogant as a hundred wild boars to attack the orderly royal and princes' mansion. If the people in the mansion were prepared, they might be able to wipe out all the invaders, and suddenly they were attacked by accident and had no power to fight back.

Zhao Chuye attacked Mu Dong'er in close combat, but in front of Mu Xingqiu, who is better at close combat, he is in a completely disadvantageous position.

"You promised me..." Zhao Chuye said hoarsely. Even in this situation, he refused to beg for mercy directly, but reminded Mu Xingqiu that there was another promise that had not been fulfilled.

That was two years ago, Zhao Chuye agreed to cooperate with Mu Xingqiu to write talismans, but proposed a condition: Mu Xingqiu wanted to teach him the method of absorbing magic power. After Fucheng, Shi Hanyuan and a magic spell blow Zhao Chuye hundreds of miles away, which made the transaction not complete.

Mu Xingqiu remembered this clearly. He stared at the blue veins and violent eyes on Zhao Chuye's face, gritted his teeth and said, "For you."

Mu Xingqiu could not teach it. He could absorb magic and transform it into magic power. It was completely involuntary behavior. He made a promise at that time to use the intelligence of Taoist priest Fu Yuemang to clarify the context. Now everything has changed. Zhao Chuye wanted a method, and Mu Xingqiu handed over all the memories he had to him.

He didn't remember the spells that passed on memory, and he didn't need spells. Zhao Chuye's mind was in front of him. Niwan Palace, who served as the guardian, had been destroyed by the domineering magic power and could not stop anything.

Mu Xingqiu stuffed all his few memories into it. He didn't even know how he did it. It was very easy anyway. As the memories poured in, there was a lot of mana, which was sharper than the dagger and deeper.

Zhao Chuye's mind was confused and saw many strange scenes, including several of which he himself. At the same time, his own memory was quickly disappearing, faster than the snow balls scorched by the flames.

The whole process was quite short. After walking around the dusty mountain for less than half a circle, Mu Xingqiu could no longer notice Zhao Chuye's magic power, so he let go of his hand and turned back. Mu Dong'er was held in his arms by Yi Shijun, and no fire ball was spit out from his mouth. His face turned from red to white, and he was looking at "Jincu" with a surprised look.

Mu Xingqiu breathed a little relieved and looked at the clone of the Patriarch Tower whom he gave up, hoping that he could still make up for it, but he knew very well that this was impossible. The spells in the tower were too powerful. Without him, the others could not hold on for a while.

But the spell was not leaked more, and another person replaced him. The familiar and unfamiliar woman broke the transparent shield and flew to Mu Xingqiu's original position, pressed her left hand on the flame, and changed the magic formula with her right hand.

She didn't use talismans, but the effect was better, and the flames on the tower were slowly shrinking.

Mu Xingqiu was extremely surprised. Not only because someone could press the powerful technique in the tower, but also because the woman's methods were very similar to his. They could absorb magic and turn it into magic power. Her fingers were also flexible and changeable. Mu Xingqiu could write talismans in an instant with ten fingers. The woman's five fingers were straight or curved, and she could pinch three or five magic moves at the same time.

This woman's method is more mature and effective. In contrast, she is the real disciple of the original disciple. Mu Xingqiu just hid outside the wall and caught a few moves of the master thief.

Not long after, the flames on the Patriarch's Pagoda clone were extinguished, and the Dust Mountain could no longer maintain its shape, and it collapsed in an uproar and spread in all directions.

The talisman masters on the hillside fell one after another, and finally they could fly again. Luo Xiaoliuer also fell to the ground. His position was as high as five or six hundred feet. If he fell, he would definitely die. The lion shook his head, threw him on his back, and slowly landed on his ground.

Feifei, Bald and the group of children fell backwards at the same time, stood up at the same time, and flew towards Mu Dong'er together.

In the midst of chaos, Di Yuanfu and Shi Geng flew away quietly, and Zhao Chuye's body fell in dust and no one took care of it.

Mu Xingqiu looked at his son again, and Mu Dong'er was forcing her to smile and assured her that she was fine. He flew to the woman and stared at her. The relevant memories seemed to be flying in front of him, making him feel dizzy again.

"You are..." Mu Xingqiu felt that more than one name was right next to his mouth.

The woman smiled, kind and clever, "If you can come out, it means that my mission is finally over. I can do what I want. First of all, please let me introduce you to an acquaintance."

The woman's smile said that she would disappear, but the kindness was still there, "Be careful," she said.

Mu Xingqiu felt an inexplicable force emerge from the Niwan Palace, but the source was not the inner elixir. It stabbed straight down like a sword, penetrated the Jiang Palace and the lower dantian. In a trance, he remembered something again.

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