Without temptation, Mu Xingqiu knew very well how powerful his enemy was. He had to do his best from the beginning, and there was only one chance, and what he wanted to bet on was the life and death of four people.◇↓,

Grandmaster Pangshan Yang Yannian predicted the "future", which is more intimidating than powerful magic. Those who believe it will think it is an unavoidable fate. Mu Xingqiu only thinks it is nonsense because he does not remember any master. In the past two years, he has heard some legends of Taoist priests and knows the names of the masters, but he hears it as false. His more direct feeling comes from Taoist priests such as Zhao Chuye. Those people have no similarities with the legendary Taoist priests. They struggle for survival like mortals, but they have more powerful power, and the splashes of water splashes when struggling are more obvious.

For Mu Xingqiu, Yang Yannian's predictions are no different from those of the street fortune teller.

The formation breaking talisman, Mu Xingqiu wrote the first talisman on his son.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when the Taoist talisman was fighting against the demons, facing the tenacious defense of the demons, the formation-breaking talisman was one of the commonly used offensive talismans by Taoists. The demons were defeated and the Taoist talisman was the only one. The Taoist talisman continued to improve the talisman art, but there was no place to use it. The last time he used it was to fight with the Nianxin Academy. In the tens of thousands of years after that, the Taoist talisman was hidden. Although Zhao Chuye regained the secret technique through revelation, he rarely used it. In his bones, he still only trusted the Five Elements Spells.

It was in Mu Xingqiu's hands that the formation breaking talisman was able to see the light of the sky again, but it was beyond recognition compared to the beginning.

Tens of thousands of years ago, no Taoist priest in the Talismanology Department could use the Patriarch's Tower as a pen and the bodies of two immortal souls coexisting as paper. In comparison, Mu Xingqiu's blood ink was the most ordinary.

Mu Donger's body is not only the demon soul and the soul, but also the powerful magic left by Kun Dun. The strange fire he got shortly after he was born. If he was a piece of paper, every material in the paper was extremely rare, and these materials do not blend with each other and are in a life-and-death battle.

Talisman is a commander who was ordered in danger. He broke into the chaotic military camp in a brutal manner, raising a knife in one hand, and giving orders that cannot be violated to several generals who were incompatible with each other. The most powerful general among them was Kun Dun's magic. If he was not in normal times, he would not accept the control of any talisman, but under the pressure of two immortal souls, he could only surrender.

Mu Donger's left body was cold, red light was shot out in her eyes, and hot right body was shot out. However, white light was shot out in her eyes. The target of the two beams of light was not the Taoist priest, but the non-extinguishing furnace dozens of steps away.

The three masters and dozens of Taoist priests cast spells at the same time. They set up a magic circle, and many spells merged into one in the air to form a ball of light the size of a fist. They were almost completely transparent and only showed a little trace when they moved. Even so, only Tianmu could detect it.

The light ball was suspended in the air. There was a dove egg-sized area in the middle that was slightly brighter. The whole thing looked like an eyeball hidden underwater. It turned a moment and looked at the target. The "pupil" suddenly became brighter. This was its attack, which was faster than the two beams of light emitted from Mu Donger's left and right eyes.

Mu Xingqiu groaned and took a step back. His lower dantian was hit. The force was invisible and shot directly into the lower dantian like an arrow, knocking out the first inner dantian into a crack.

The "pupil" of the light ball flashed three times in a row. Jianggong and Niwangong were hit one after another. Mu Xingqiu retreated step by step. Every time he took a step back, an inner elixir cracked.

In the past two years, although his three inner alchemy have been lazy and rotated very slowly, they are still intact and are gradually recovering. They provide not much mana, which is very important to Mu Xingqiu.

The three pills were broken and stopped rotating. Mu Xingqiu felt dizzy and weak all over. He needed to concentrate on writing talismans, but his consciousness was dissipating. His flesh and blood lacked that little magic power, which was not as strong as usual and could not be the first-class talisman.

Mu Dong'er's two beams of light had already shot out, and Mu Xingqiu stared at them, hoping that it would produce some effect, which was his entire hope.

The attack of the light ball and Mu Xingqiu's retreat were completed in an instant. At the same time, two red and white lights hit the furnace without extinguishing, making a sound of wavy sound. The furnace body did not change at all, and the fire inside was even motionless, as if it had frozen.

The Taoists did not stop these two beams of light. They believed that the furnace could withstand it. As long as the person who wrote the talisman, the light would naturally disappear when the person who sacrificed the talisman died.

But Mu Xingqiu was not dead, and he suffered a severe injury. If he were any Taoist priest, he would collapse if he did not die. He just took three steps back, his body shaking, he did not fall, nor did he die.

The inner alchemy is very important to him, but not as important as other Taoist priests. He is like a person who has been sick for a long time, and he will not die if he has any more illnesses or pain.

"This kid is really..." Grandmaster Dai Zhen couldn't think of a particularly suitable description.

"Although life is still dead, let him stay and use it to supervise the furnace. The fire of Taiyin is always not strong enough. When will the alchemy be successfully refined?" Yang Yannian still wanted to continue his plan.

The fire of Taiyin requires magic power to activate, but it will destroy the body without extinguishing the furnace. The three masters can withstand it, but no one is willing to be injured for this, so they have to sacrifice a Taoist priest every once in a while. Yang Yannian felt that Mu Xingqiu might be able to solve this problem.

"The three pills have been destroyed. He has no magic power. What's the use of having a physical body?" Dai Zhen frowned slightly, "Why are these two beams of light still there?"

"This is the technique of talismans. After sacrificing talismans, they can maintain it for a while. It is different from our five elements spells." Yang Yannian was not surprised.

"Don't be careless, prepare to get rid of the demon soul." Xiang Haisheng's eyes kept staring at Mu Dong'er.

The reason why the three masters temporarily stopped after defeating Mu Xingqiu was that they had differences on this matter.

Yang Yannian lost his hand once, lowered his head and said nothing, but did not cooperate with the casting of the spell. Dai Zhen said, "What should I do with the soul? Who will?"

"Two masters, we are ordered by the ancestor to destroy the demon soul. We have not achieved great achievements and have unstable status. Do we still have the leisure to fight for this?" Xiang Haisheng was a little strict.

Dai Zhen thought for a while and said dissatisfiedly: "Master Xiang, you still didn't say what to do with the soul."

"Of course, it is collected in the magic weapon and handed over to the ancestors to handle it." Xiang Haisheng summoned several soul-detaining weapons, "The night is long and dreams are too long. Everyone works hard. Everything we have is given by the ancestors. He doesn't agree, and even his life does not belong to us, let alone a soul."

No one dared to say anything more. The Taoists cast spells together again. The "pupils" of the light ball in the air blinked twice, once attacking Mu Donger's inner alchemy and once attacking the demon soul.

Mu Dong'er sat in his father's arms, his face rushed out, and his eyes were emitting light at the furnace. He was already in a state of drowsiness. He shook with Mu Xingqiu and did not move. After the light ball blinked, he was still like this.

The Taoists were silent for a while, but ordinary Taoists did not dare to say anything. Dai Zhen, among the masters, couldn't calm down, "Master Xiang, what are you waiting for? You can restrain your soul."

"Wait, we must first confirm that the demon soul is dead. Please ask the two masters to cast spells with treasures. If Mu Dong'er spits out pure Taoist fire, the demon soul is dead. If he spits out fusion fire, the demon soul is still there." Xiang Haisheng's big light mirror was placed in the unextinguished furnace, so two other people were required to cast spells.

Yang Yannian and Dai Zhen looked at each other and did not immediately obey the order.

"The talisman is still in progress, let's wait for it to end." Yang Yannian said that he had suffered a loss and was more cautious. Mu Xingqiu stood there and had not fallen for a long time, which made him even more afraid to be careless.

Xiang Haisheng's eyes drooped slightly, "Okay, let me take out the big light mirror and cast the spell by myself."

Yang Yannian pretended not to hear, but Dai Zhen was a little panicked. He didn't want Xiang Haisheng to sue in front of the ancestor in the future, and held the sword washing pool to step forward, "Okay, let me come, are the three masters who are serving Rimeng, afraid of this father and son?"

The sword washing pond is erected, and the water inside is still moving, and the scene reflected is clearer than that of the large bright mirror.

Mu Donger appeared on the water surface, with no light in her eyes. After a moment, she actually blinked.

Dai Zhen was surprised, "What's going on? He doesn't have an inner alchemy, how can he still cast spells?"

The ordinary Taoist priest could not see the speciality of Mu Donger's blinking, but the three masters could see clearly that there was still magic in his eyes. This was definitely not the continuation of the old talisman, but the new formation-breaking talisman.

Yang Yannian could no longer watch, so he immediately cast a spell with the demon-suppressing bell. The bell rang three times, and his face changed, "It's not Mu Dong'er, it's Mu Xingqiu!"

Mu Xingqiu was shaking, as if he would fall down at any time. The Patriarch Tower in his hand had no movement, and the three pills were broken, and he could no longer provide any magic power. His mind was confused, and he could not even think about the details of the talisman. His eyes were blurred and his ears were hazy, but he was still writing the talisman. The talisman paper was Mu Donger, the talisman pen was the Patriarch Tower, and the talisman was his own blood and the magic power in the Patriarch Tower.

The Patriarch Tower was providing mana to him, and the spells that Kun Dun had left inside had been removed, and the entire magic forest was open to Mu Xingqiu. The talisman mo they formed was stronger than the blood of the Taoist priest.

But writing talismans still requires contemplation. Mu Xingqiu's mind is confused, but his sensitivity is sharper than ever. The talisman of the breaking formation is in his mind, and there is no need to think about it carefully. Just like those old painters who only paint one horse and a flower in their lifetime, the picture is firmly imprinted in their minds. When facing real objects, they have no way to draw.

The formation-breaking talisman at this time is not a text, but a ball of light and a shadow, which really exists in his mind. No matter how confused his thoughts are, it will not affect its existence.

He didn't have to move the Patriarch Tower, and the magic power in the tower automatically flowed out, wrote a talisman in Mu Donger's body, and then shot it out through his eyes.

A little inspiration flashed in the deepest part of my mind. Mu Xingqiu vaguely understood something, but he couldn't think about it carefully.

"How can a person whose inner alchemy has been destroyed write a Taoist talisman?" Dai Zhen was not only surprised, but also angry. The water ripples in the sword washing pool in his hand fluctuated, and he instantly issued nine magic spells.

As soon as the nine spells left the magic weapon, they deviated from the direction, flew towards the furnace, hit the furnace, and disappeared silently.

"Don't move." Xiang Haisheng finally understood what the problem was. His figure flashed in front of the furnace and looked inside. He saw that in the big bright mirror, the detained woman pinched the magic tricks with both hands and posed for casting.

It turns out that she is the root of everything.

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