At first, it was an ordinary night.

Mu Xingqiu wrote talismans for several hours and decided to take a break. In fact, he rarely writes, and most of them are used to face the walls or press his hands around the tower. It is not difficult to write talismans. The key is how to arrange troops and how to cooperate with Wujian. He will face enemies much stronger than himself. The 33,000 talismans must be treated as a magic to go out in an instant to win.

This is exactly the question he has been thinking about: Which talismans can bless each other? Which will weaken each other? Which combinations can produce subtle changes?

Whenever the direction of thinking goes into a dead end, Mu Xingqiu has to rest for a while, clear his thoughts, and wait for a thought to suddenly appear.

It was midnight and he stood on the top of the Ancestor Tower. He had just rested for less than a quarter of an hour, and the night gradually became strange.

The first thing that came was a breeze, carrying gentle and polite spells in the wind, which did not rush over directly, but wandered over the city walls, waiting for the master's reaction.

Mu Xingqiu knew whose spell was this, so he summoned the sword wash pool, placed it on the windowsill, stroked his left hand and pressed the edge of the basin, and invited the visitors with the technique of talismans.

The breeze slowly flew, and it swirled outside the tower, indicating that it was salutation. The water surface in the sword-washing pool swayed slightly in response.

It was not the first time that Qin Lingshuang visited Mu Xingqiu in a silenced manner, but it was still as reserved and friendly as the first time, as if there were gentlemen's friendships between them that had lasted for many years.

"Are you stumped by the talisman again?" asked Wei Feng.

"Yes." Shuibo replied.

The two of them spent most of the time communicating spell issues and rarely talked about other things, and this time was no exception.

"Why must it be 33,000 talismans?"

"This is the limit of quantity that I can control. If there are more, I can't combine them into a spell."

"A few days ago, which talisman was you in a difficult situation to be the head coach, what about today?"

"I haven't thought about the commander of the talisman now, so I can only let it go first. Today I encountered a new problem: the Patriarch's Tower contains a large number of magic injected by Taoists of all generations. They are entangled together, like a forest. There are some laity masters hidden in the forest, and Kun Dun has also injected his spells. I removed some, but there are still three to five lanes left. They hid in the forest and are persuading those laity masters to destroy my talisman array."

The breeze trembled, and it seemed that he had a smile. Mu Xingqiu forgot most of the practice methods and could only tell his feelings about the Patriarch's Tower in metaphor. Qin Lingshuang found it very interesting.

"I understand. You want to declare war on Kun Dun's magic, but the talisman formation has not been completed and the chance of victory is not high. On the contrary, if you wait any longer, you may wait for the attack from the "Espana" and you have no chance of victory."

"That's right. The Taoist treasure is so profound. The Taoist priest with the lowest realm can cast spells, and the Taoist priest with the highest realm cannot exhaust their full potential." Shuibo was a little more obvious, which was Mu Xingqiu's sigh. He could use the Patriarch Tower as a pen and paper to write extremely powerful talismans, but this used part of the power of the Patriarch Tower. At most, he was a woodcutter. He walked into the magic forest and cut some firewood to live a life with his own strength.

"Even Kun Dun can't. He injected spells into every treasure, trying to control the forest contained in it, but he just successfully set up a boundary monument, claiming that the forest belongs to him. Then he left a few guards to guard the forest." Kun Dun added his mark to each treasure, and Qin Lingshuang also used metaphorical statements.

A small wave jumped on the water surface of the sword washing pond, and Mu Xingqiu smiled.

"These guards are really stubborn. There are not many guards left in the ancestor's tower. I have been driven into the forest by me. The competition for the sword washing pond has just begun. How are you doing?"

"As much like you, the Chaos spell in the Great Light Mirror has been removed, and only one of them has been hidden. I am looking for its whereabouts. I haven't had time to do anything about the instant platform and the furnace."

"It's really strange, why did Kun Dun send out the treasure that he didn't have full control?" Mu Xingqiu had been confused about this for a long time.

"Don't bother. If Kun Dun can be guessed, he will not be the ancestor of Taoism. We can only do our own things, and it will be useless no matter how we think."

The breeze drifted closer, bringing a hint of light fragrance, and three waves leaped on the surface of the sword washing pool.

Shenyou is a way of mutual trust communication. It is difficult for both parties to hide their thoughts. Once the thoughts move, they will be expressed in various ways, and there is no need to use words.

Mu Xingqiu noticed his heartbeat and rubbed his fingers quickly on the edge of the sword washing pool a few times. The water surface returned to calm, leaving only polite ripples rippling in circles.

"I thought of a way, maybe I could get rid of those annoying guards sooner."

"Very good."

"In your ancestor tower and my big mirror of light, Kunchun's guards hid in the deep forest. It is difficult to find them. They may offend the 'patriarchs' in the forest. I was thinking that maybe they could lead the guards out."

"How to induce it?" Mu Xingqiu also thought of this method, and even tried it several times, but it failed. The spell left by Kun Dun was very cunning and would not easily take the bait.

"Is that the Ten Thousand Holy Talisman Army okay?" Wei Feng changed the topic.

"I created a simple world in the Patriarch's Tower, and I should be able to keep them from physical damage and souls for a year, unless I am defeated by Kun Dun's spell."

Mu Xingqiu just gained a foothold in the Patriarch's Tower. If Kun Dun's "guards" could really convince the "experts" to attack together, the talisman formation would be destroyed, and the hiding world would disappear in an instant. Nearly 100,000 Holy Talisman Army would not survive, and even a hair would be left behind.

"Play a spell with them."

"They are the souls!" The water surface was undulating and seemed shocked.

Mu Xingqiu forgot most of the methods, but he still knows some of the most basic rules, such as never using the living soul to cast spells. He also studied the body and soul at the same time, and was about to cross the line.

"But these souls are different. They believe they are dead and are waiting to enter the post-death world promised by the emperor. If there is no change for a long time, the damage to them will be greater."

In the world created by Mu Xingqiu, the body remains motionless, the soul is bound in darkness, and the mental activity is minimized, but I will not forget why I "dead".

"What kind of magic do you cast?" Mu Xingqiu thought seriously for a while, feeling that it might be possible.

"Let the soul come to my big mirror of light. I will show them a new world, tell them that it is the future, and then teach them some ways of thinking so that their future lives will not be too monotonous. By the way, a demonstration was held to Kunchun's spell. If everything goes well, it might lead the guards out."

Qin Lingshuang is best at getting along with her soul, and Mu Xingqiu knew it. He believed her and did not ask for details. He only said "Okay".

Mu Xingqiu reached out and dipped it in the sword washing pond. Without bringing out a drop of water, the mana power in his fingers increased a lot.

He wrote a few talismans on the Patriarch's Tower and sent out 100,000 souls carefully. Before he could walk far, Qin Lingshuang's several magic tricks came up to welcome this strange and invisible army.

Spells permeated over Duanliu City for a moment. For the onlooker, a soul is no different from a weak spell.

Soul 6 continues to enter the great light mirror in the west of the city, and stays in the breeze near the Ancestor Tower, saying: "The soul cannot be left for too long. We will have about half an hour to be able to patrol nearby, so we will avoid interference."

Seven drops of water jumped out of the sword-washing pool and flew in different directions, gathering and splitting. The spells soon covered the entire Duanliu City and the area within ten miles outside the city.

The breeze disappeared, and seven balls of fire flew out of the large mirror of light, which was dimmer than the starlight reflected by the ice, and it gathered and split, and the spells produced were even wider. They were the Taiyin fire that came out of the furnace.

Mu Xingqiu was not surprised that Qin Lingshuang could cast other spells while controlling his soul.

There were no other magic in the city, or even more living creatures. Yin Buchen and the monkeys went where they went, leaving Mu Lie alone, who was sleeping loudly at this time, breeze, water droplets, firelight... nothing could disturb him. In his dream, he was still practicing hard with his sword.

The seven balls of fire encountered seven drops of water. I don’t know who had the idea first, maybe it was a sympathy or an accident. Both sides avoided in the same direction, but ended up colliding with each other and passing through each other.

Waves jumped from the water surface of the sword-washing pool, and Mu Xingqiu seemed to have walked directly into early summer from the cold winter. His whole body felt hot, his pores opened and he felt a layer of sweat.

The fire was not as reserved as the breeze, without apologizing or continuing to patrol, but was scattered around the water droplets, light and dark, as if laughing.

The water droplets rushed up to avenge the collision.

Seven balls of fire dissipated and flew in all directions, and the water droplets did not give in and followed closely behind.

Before this, no matter how many fire light and water droplets were, they were all the same spell, but now they have become seven different spells. Although it was just a simple chase game, both of them used the top and deep spells.

Mu Xingqiu felt that this was not good, but it was difficult for him to hide his thoughts during the wandering process, and it was especially difficult to use it with multiple intentions.

He must admit that he likes how he feels now.

The real world and the world in the treasure seem far away and unimportant at this moment. This area above Duanliu City is the entire world.

A few drops of water caught up with the fire, which made Qin Lingshuang's whole body cool, so the fire turned around and chased the water droplets.

Mu Xingqiu's competitive spirit was aroused, and another drop of water flew out of the sword washing pond, and a ball of fire immediately added to Qin Lingshuang.

Mu Xingqiu must keep his mind in preparation for the soul to be restored, while Qin Lingshuang has to control the soul. The extra eight spells are already at the limit and belong to the ninth level of the Illusion of Mind.

The pursuit is even more intense, and sometimes it shows a bit of intimacy, without a distinction between victory and defeat, like a snowball thrown by each other.

Mu Xingqiu smiled unconsciously, his mood was as fluctuating as the sword washing pool. He hoped to see Qin Lingshuang's current appearance, the image of the girl who covered her mouth and smiled was extremely clear in his mind.

He suddenly felt that he could use the tenth magic again, and quietly looked at her in the big mirror of light.

Thinking of doing it, the tenth drop of water flew to the west of the city against the ground.

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