Mu Xingqiu has been trying to understand the thinking methods of higher Taoist priests, especially Zuo Liuying. Standing on the lonely peak and bathing in the drizzle, he gradually realized that the longer the life span, the simpler the thinking of Taoist priests...

During the long years, high Taoist priests do not need to be busy. They do not want to make any extra moves. They measure quietly and wait patiently until the right moment, and use the simplest method to get the results they want.

Zuo Liuying, Feng Ruhui, Lan Binggui, Ning Qiwei, Lu Zhechong... They are all waiting. In the eyes of mortals, they are so simple that they have almost no changes. In fact, the changes are being carried out quietly. Once the conditions are ripe, the changes of the Taoist priests will be earth-shaking.

Feng Ruhui had already waited for the result she wanted. She had the soul and the Si Ming Ding. In the nine Daotong, which had not been subdued by the Rimang Taoist Priest and refused to unite, she was almost invincible.

Lan Binggu was about to wait for the opportunity she wanted. She wanted to take revenge on Zuo Liuying, knowing that she was not the opponent. Only when Luanjingshan won a complete victory can she exert the last blow on her nephew who had no way out.

Ning Qiwei and Lu Zhechong seemed to have given up waiting. Their practice had come to an end. Facing the demons who were about to return to the world, there was no better way to deal with them, so they were willing to accept the domination of the strong. In the eyes of mortals, this was a cowardly decision, but for them, it was a natural result of hundreds of years of waiting.

What is Zuo Liuying waiting for? No one knows, but he must wait.

Mu Xingqiu's guess ended with this, and silently casting spells with the help of raindrops, his inner alchemy was not strong enough, and he could only extend his spells to twenty or thirty miles, and was still a distance away from Luanjing Mountain, but it didn't matter, the high Taoists there could feel his spells.

The raindrops landed with illusions and soul power, and their power was very weak. The casual cultivators hiding around the mountain felt that the rain was unusually cold tonight, and they couldn't help but cast spells to resist, thinking that the Dharma King's mood had become worse again.

A huge lightning flashed across the sky, but there was no thunder accompanying him. The two Taoists suddenly arrived, landing on the edge of the peak, standing opposite each other, more than fifty steps away from Mu Xingqiu.

They don't like rain, so the raindrops avoid the mountain peaks from more than ten meters above the sky, as if there was a transparent glass bowl covering it.

They didn't like the inhaled Taoist priest who were eyeing him, so Mu Xingqiu immediately felt that the Frost Soul Sword would come out again.

This time, he held it, and he stabbed the Frost Soul Sword into the ground, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands. He activated the soul power in the sword in time, and immediately he discovered that the two Taoists were competing in secret, giving him the opportunity to hold the Frost Soul Sword.

The two Taoist priests refused to stop.

It turned out to be the Grandmaster Pangshan Ning Qiwei and the Grandmaster Lu Zhechong. The two were hostile to each other, but neither of them meant to be a slight person with Mu Xingqiu.

Lu Zhechong did not use spells to make her grow new arms. She did not want to use an organ that could not cast spells to conceal her incompleteness. She stretched out her complete right arm to prove that she was still powerful.

Ning Qiwei carried his left hand on his back. He also stretched out his right hand to cast a spell for the Frost Soul Sword. He had no intention of proving anything, but since he took action, he could not give in. Especially when the other party was also a master, he could not give in.

Mu Xingqiu casts spells with all his strength to stabilize the Frost Soul Sword, but he is shocked. The two masters are obviously coming from the direction of Luanjing Mountain. Where is Zuo Liuying? Could it be that he has been defeated or even died and cannot attract the main force of Luanjing Mountain?

The bald man glared at Lu Zhe and split a strand of uncombed silver hair. He wrapped it tightly on the sword thigh, adding a little power to protect the sword.

Only Lan Binggu was outside the matter and said with a smile: "I invited Feng Ruhui, but unexpectedly the two masters came. Haha, this really surprised Lian Haishan. I heard that the two of them worked together, which is gratifying."

Lu Zhe Chong spoke, ignored Lan Binggu, and spoke directly to Master Pang Shan, "Ning Qiwei, just a few breath-taking ice disciples died. You know that my target is Zuo Liuying, not you."

"You know that my disciples from the Five Elements Department were confronting Zuo Liuying at that time." Ning Qiwei showed a hint of anger, "You still didn't regard us as Taoist priests of the same Taoist priest."

As a master of the Shenshi and master, Lu Zhechong was originally very calm, but after losing one arm, she became irritable. She snorted lightly and increased the power of her soul. "Confrontation? Don't you think you have confronted Zuo Liuying for too long?"

Both masters were constantly increasing their mana, gradually changing from fighting to confrontation, but the spells had never left the Frost Soul Sword. Mu Xingqiu, who was sandwiched in the middle, not only did not feel relaxed, but his situation became more difficult. He held the sword in both hands and used more power to protect it, rather than protecting the sword.

This was a secret battle, and no one issued visible spells, only Mu Xingqiu and the sword in his hand were trembling slightly.

"I have my method, and you don't need to interfere." Ning Qiwei became rude. He was still very concerned about the deaths of several inhaled Taoist priests in the Five Elements Department.

"Your method? From now on, there is only one method in this world, soul, endless soul, and Luanjing Mountain has accumulated for 130,000 years. There are countless humans and demons in this world who are always ready to sacrifice their souls, that is the meaning of their existence. The Taoist priests do not need so many stupid low-level Taoists. As long as they have enough souls, a few high-level Taoists can defeat the entire demon clan!"

Lu Zhechong seemed to have become a different person, and his beautiful face showed unshakable perseverance.

"The Five Elements Department - it will always exist." Ning Qiwei himself is a Taoist priest of the Five Elements Department, and he will never accept the future of the Taoist sect that is left with the Lanzhun.

Lan Binggu coughed awkwardly, "It's not appropriate to discuss such a major matter here. Why not... please someone who is more qualified to judge." She smiled.

A female Taoist priest appeared and stood behind Mu Xingqiu, but he knew nothing. The bald man was gritting his teeth and snatching his sword, without realizing that there was one more person behind him.

Mu Xingqiu guessed the truth from Lan Bingku's expression opposite.

Suddenly, the power of the two masters left the Frost Soul Sword at the same time, regardless of order, as if they had agreed to give Mu Xingqiu a chance.

Mu Xingqiu still did not notice the existence of the target, but it was not important. He knew that opportunities were fleeting, and his mission was only one: to summon Fangfang's soul.

There were a very small number of souls in the sword that had not had time to detect. Mu Xingqiu felt it was unnecessary. He marked a particularly powerful soul, which contained almost four times the average level, and was placed among more than 100,000 souls. This extra power was not very meaningful, but it could highlight it.

Mu Xingqiu hopes that this is Fangfang's soul, and hopes that this soul will have a strong attraction to the soul, which is enough to take away the most powerful weapon in Feng Ruhui's hand. Without the soul, it is impossible to drive all the power of the Siming Ding. Feng Ruhui will be just an ordinary star-fall Taoist priest.

A small whirlwind rose from the end of the hilt of the sword, and according to Mu Xingqiu's wishes, he nervously searched for the target. He found it in the blink of an eye. Mu Xingqiu finally discovered Fangfang's soul, just behind him. It was only five steps apart.

The soul is a ball of fire, a ball of fist-sized flame emits incandescent heat comparable to sunlight. Just feeling its existence makes Mu Xingqiu feel dazzling.

It turns out that the soul can ignite the Taoist fire.

Anger arose in Mu Xingqiu's heart. Fangfang's soul should not burn like this. There was only one thing that made him feel relieved. The soul he activated did belong to Fangfang. He could feel that this soul was summoning to the soul, which was a soft but extremely powerful summon.

The soul moved. He slowly approached, bypassed Mu Xingqiu's body, and stood in front of him. He was a strange woman, but with a familiar smile.

The real Feng Ruhui is a petite woman, almost shorter than Mu Xingqiu. She is very beautiful, but not perfect. Compared with Lu Zhechong, she lacks a little exquisiteness and momentum, and even compared with Sun Yulu. She also lacks a little charm, but she has unique characteristics - her smile is fascinating to the whole country.

Mu Xingqiu was shocked. He actually saw Fangfang's smile on Feng Ruhui's face. The joyful but shy smile seemed to raise his hand to cover his mouth at any time.

"Is this Zuo Liuying's all plan?" Feng Ruhui's voice was as gentle as her appearance. He stretched out his right hand, pressed it on the hilt of the sword, and easily took it over, "I'm a little disappointed."

Mu Xingqiu had no resistance and couldn't help but let go of his hands. Fangfang's soul power gradually disappeared and returned to the sword.

Zuo Liuying was wrong, and the Taoist priest of the Lanzhuke Academy was wrong, and Fangfang's soul could not affect her soul at all.

The bald man's hair did not loosen. He did not recognize the woman in front of him, nor did he care. He looked fierce, and suddenly jumped up and opened his mouth and bit it.

"Your candied fruit is delicious," said Feng Ruhui.

The bald man was stunned. In a trance, he also saw a familiar smile on the face of this strange woman. It was his mother. When she was in a good mood, she would pick a snack from the shop, laughing while teasing her son, and not stuffing it into his mouth until he was impatient.

The bald man's silver hair also loosened.

Everyone saw their favorite smile on this face, but this was neither the illusion of mind nor the illusion of water of the five elements. It was just a skill that Feng Ruhui practiced. She could see their desires from men's eyes, even if they were only one head left.

The inner alchemy and spells amplified her ability.

"Fangfang likes you so much..." Mu Xingqiu said, cruelly dispelling the familiar smile in front of him.

"I like her too. If possible, I am willing to pay all the price to take her back to Luanjing Mountain, but unfortunately I can't do it." Feng Ruhui seemed unable to lift the Frost Soul Sword, so he pressed the hilt of the sword casually, "Now, she is finally here."

Feng Ruhui summoned a four-legged cauldron with his left hand, which was small and crude, like a toy made by a child with mud, but it contained countless souls and had more than 130,000 years of power.

"Why did Zuo Liuying hide? Did he guess that you must fail?" Feng Ruhui said.

A stone fell to the ground in Mu Xingqiu's heart. Zuo Liuying was still alive and did not fall into Feng Ruhui's hand. Everything seemed to have hope.

There is still hope that Mu Xingqiu summoned the young demon. The young demon who he once tried hard to summon but did not show up almost immediately. It had already understood the master's intentions and would express his recognition through his actions.

The combination of the illusion of mind and the real and the real are combined, and Mu Xingqiu hopes that this move can work.
Chapter completed!