The carriage stopped, the car door opened, and twenty casual cultivators wearing yellow talisman army armor stood outside, all ready to cast spells. This article was first published by...

Lan Binggu made a gesture of seeing off guests and said to Zuo Liuying coldly: "It's rare that so many years have passed. Do you still remember my temper. You know that I admire people with rebellious personality and specially found such a few Taoist priests, but unfortunately it's useless. I can admit that I have heard of a little about Duanliu City. You can think of using the art of breaking the alchemy to stop the demon army. It's indeed a strange trick that makes me look at it with admiration. It turns out that our little genius is also a bit of real ability. But your ability is your own, so you can just find a way to go. For more than four hundred years, my casual cultivators have changed at least three generations, and Pangshan is meaningless to me."

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

The casual cultivator outside the car was facing the rain, and someone had already cast a sparkling spell and was swaying in his palm.

Facing his aunt's order to expel guests, Zuo Liuying only said one sentence, "He is a disciple of the Minxin Department."

Lan Binggu suddenly put down his arm and stared at Mu Xingqiu for a while, looking inexplicably, "It seems that I should pay more attention to Pangshan. When did there be another psychiatric department in addition to Pangshan's ten departments?"

"From me, I am the only disciple of the Nianxin Department." Mu Xingqiu said, knowing that he had been used as a chess piece by Zuo Liuying again. He didn't care about the use of the higher Taoists, but just hoped that they could say it in advance, and this was something Zuo Liuying never wanted to do.

"Have you seen the descendant of Nianxin in the Patriarch's Tower?"

"The twenty-nine people, I saw them all, only graphics, no text, and then I met them again in Xingshan Demon-Bao Cave. They really wanted to leave me in there."

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

The scattered cultivators all wore helmets, couldn't see their faces, and moved uneasyly, but no one raised a word of opposition. They were obviously very awe of the life and death master, and did not dare to resist at all.

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

From the second level of the fantasy, Lan Binggu nodded. When she heard the word "but", she stopped nodding, her eyes lit up, and her interest became stronger and stronger.

The inside and outside of the carriage were quiet at the same time, and only a few people knew what was going to happen, and the others, including several Taoist priests of Pang Shan who were breathless, were all confused and looked at each other in confusion.

After about five breaths, a casual cultivator outside the car suddenly knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "Master, please spare me." Afterwards, several people knelt down. Although the remaining casual cultivator did not kneel, he also seemed frightened.

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

"I can only do this." Mu Xingqiu did not use all his strength. Even if he doubled the Illusion of Minxin with one-heart use, the effect would not be better. These twenty casual cultivators had profound magic power, which was equivalent to the level of the second or third level of the Taoist sacrificial inhalation. However, the internal alchemy of the scattered cultivator was mixed, and the magic protection caused by the magic was not stable, and occasionally a trace of flaws appeared. Mu Xingqiu had discovered this feature in Duanliu City, but he still waited for a while before he could seize the opportunity. The Illusion of Minxin came in and stimulated several casual cultivators to have a strong fear of Lan Binggu. The other few casual cultivators' inner alchemy was more pure. If they wanted to use scattering on them, Mu Xingqiu must first break through its protection with a long whip.

"Excellent, you learned it yourself?" Lan Binggu leaned over and stared at Mu Xingqiu, wishing he could pull him to his side and ignored everyone else.

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

"Well...you can give me a move." Lan Binggu still had some doubts.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at Zuo Liuying, silently used the illusion of mind, and tried to find Lan Binggu's emotions. He quickly found that Lan Binggu had no defenses.

After the Taoist priest condenses Qi into a pill, the fundamental hidden method is blessed, the inner elixir will automatically generate protective power, which is difficult to penetrate. The low-level Taoist priest cannot do even if he wants to stop this power. Only the higher Taoist priest can pause part of the protection power.

Lan Binggu opened his mind to a Taoist priest who had not been seen for a long time. This was an extremely risky move, and no normal Taoist priest would do this.

But she didn't care, so Mu Xingqiu refused.

The Lake of Mind is just a metaphor, but in Mu Xingqiu's eyes, the human heart, especially the Taoist priest's heart, is indeed very similar to a lake. The so-called emotions are the ripples on the surface of the lake. By understanding these ripples, you can infer their corresponding emotions. Choose a good angle and throw a stone into it. It can turn the ripples of emotions into waves, and you can even use magic to hold the waves in your hand.

Lan Binggu's mood lake is very strange. It is not even similar to the calm Taoist heart, but it is more like the heart of a mortal. It is also an unsatisfactory mortal. Various ripples intersect and influence each other, and there is almost no place to be calm, but there are also differences. She has too many ripples, and none of them has obvious advantages. Instead, it shows an abnormal static state, and Mu Xingqiu has no way to start.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion is still in the second level of the illusion. He can only see blurred ripples and cannot dig out the other party's memories like the mind control technique. In order not to be in vain, Mu Xingqiu used illusion to touch the most familiar ripples - hatred. He has seen this emotion in the hearts of countless mortals and demons.

The ripple began to move frequently, and Mu Xingqiu was about to continue casting spells, but he was pushed out by a powerful magic power.

Lan Binggu was not only brave but also extremely strong in magic power, but also had no choice but to let a Taoist priest enter his own state of mind and drove him out at will. Although she had not made any progress for more than four hundred years, she was still a high Taoist priest at the sixth level of Xingluo.

"Enough." Lan Binggu's smile on his face was a little stiff, "This is indeed a illusion of mind, but you used it too domineeringly. It seems that you have figured it out by yourself and have a lot of mistakes."

Outsiders could not see the battle between the moods. The bald man asked in confusion: "Brother Xiaoqiu, have you won?"

"No win." Mu Xingqiu knew that his strength was still too far from that of a higher Taoist priest, and he could not grasp it even if he had the chance, unless he had the special situation like the Taoist priests in Luanjingshan set up a soul-detention array. He had the chance.

The bald man said disappointedly.

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

"Of course I'm not a disciple of the Ninxin Department..." Lan Binggu was about to explain, but a whistle suddenly sounded outside. At first, it was just one person, and soon it turned into a whistle made by hundreds of people, like a large group of noisy monkeys.

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

Except for the side facing the horse, the three walls of the car suddenly fell outward, level with the bottom of the car, and the top of the car rose several feet and floated in the air. The car body was expanded by magic, and it shrank quickly. The Taoist priests stood up in time and found that the tables, chairs and other objects were retracted into the floor and disappeared, and the car became a platform that was not big or small.

The rain outside stopped, the air was humid and fresh, refreshing, and even the Taoists felt refreshed.

The carriage was parked on a mountain, with a gentle slope to the west, and it was occupied by casual cultivators at this time. It was several miles wide, layered and layered, with at least three thousand people, most of which were floating in the air. It was a solid wall of people, but the upper layer was also a little shorter than the carriage.

The casual cultivators had different clothes, and no one rode the transformed beast. They all acted very humble in front of the Master of Life and Killing.

"Welcome to the Dharma King, the Dharma King has good fortune and longevity." Thousands of casual cultivators blessed in unison, and all of them knelt down in heaven and earth.

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

A smug smile flashed across Lan Binggu's old face. Her appearance was real, not transformed by illusions. She said loudly: "Where is the Grand Marshal of the Protector?"

A casual cultivator flew to the ground and bowed: "I will be here."

The Taoist priests of Pangshan were shocked. Lan Binggu actually trained the casual cultivators into an army, and his title was also unique. This was not Pangshan's style.

"How about this battle?"

The Grand Sima of the Dharma Protector is a casual cultivator with a long beard and hanging chest. His appearance is not very old. His eyes are big and round, and he always seems to be staring at people fiercely. In front of Lan Binggu, these eyes only dare to look at the ground. "The Lianhaishan monks' order encountered three groups of landing squads yesterday, and were protected by the Dharma King. Our army fought one after another, annihilated all the squads, killing more than 1,300 demons, and capturing 420."

Lan Binggu looked at Taoist Pang Shan, "Remember, it's not just you who fight against the demon clan, 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. Lan Binggui had turned to the guardian of the Dharma, "Get a few demon pills?"

The Grand Marshal of the Protector hesitated for a moment, and his voice involuntarily lowered, "Fifty-Seven."

"Kill more than a thousand sirens, only such a little demon pill?" Lan Bingbing's face darkened.

The guardian Grand Sima's body trembled slightly, "These three groups of squids are mostly ordinary demon races. No, there is no demon pill to be taken. Some of the prisoners look quite tall..."

He couldn't continue to say that there were no big monsters among the sirens participating in the battle, and it was even more impossible for them to be among the prisoners.

Lan Binggu had a brief understanding of the battle in Duanliu City, and knew that this record was far from comparable to that. He snorted coldly, closed his hands and rubbed them gently.

Although the guardian great sagemaster did not dare to look up, he could catch a glimpse of the movements of the Master of Life and Killing. He was so scared that he fell to the ground and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy. The wandering cultivators on the hillside didn't even dare to breathe.

Lan Binggu thought for a while, waved his hand again, and the guardian Grand Marshal Ru was reissued and hurriedly retreated, and ordered people to take out the prisoners behind the wall of scattered cultivators.

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

Lan Binggu raised her hand, as if she wanted to say some comforting words, but she did not speak, and the prisoners fell one by one. For each fall, a demon pill rose into the air, most of which were scales.

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

More than thirty siren fell down, rolling and twitching, and stopped moving not long after. No siren could pretend to be brave and all knelt down.

Lan Binggu stopped, and all the demon pills in the air fell to the ground, and she didn't want any of them.

She turned to face Mu Xingqiu and continued the words just now: "I am a Taoist priest of Yin-Yang, which is very interesting. The only prediction I made in my life is related to the Mind Heart Department."

Behind Lan Binggu, a large number of cultivators took out magic weapons to prepare to massacre prisoners. Mu Xingqiu was about to ask about the content of the prophecy, but his name sounded among the captives of the sirens.

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