The bald man was stunned by the sound of his lips, as if he had accidentally swallowed the strange food, "not like Zuo Liuying." He was often treated as a voice transmission incense burner by the head of the Banned Secret Department, touching some veins, and feeling that the words he blurted out just now did not come from the outside world.

Feng Ruhui's smile remained unchanged, and he slowly aimed the Si Ming Ding at the bald man on Mu Xingqiu's head. "The demonic energy, the strong demonic energy, let me see, what tricks can Du Fangfeng play after his death?"

"Du Fangfeng exploded, with a bang, what other tricks can he play? You must... Huh?" The bald man looked at the silver hair that had just grown for a while and grew again. He couldn't help but leave Mu Xingqiu's head and rose to about ten feet tall. The silver hair grew faster and faster, slowly woven into another human form.

Standing below, Mu Xingqiu hurriedly avoided, otherwise she would be wrapped in silver hair. Feng Ruhui also took a few steps back and gave up the human-shaped silver hair. She was not in a hurry at all, but instead waited for the silver hair to take shape with interest.

The Frost Soul Sword was left in place.

The young demon floated behind Feng Ruhui step by step, waiting like Mu Xingqiu.

Silver grew into a human form. It quickly stood on the ground, and its whole body was made of thin bright silk, which appeared as a strong man. It was ten feet tall. Except for a short silver silk skirt around its waist, it had no strands on its whole body. The bald man on the top of his head was like his hair bun.

"Haha, I have a body!" The bald man shouted excitedly and immediately frowned again, "Why don't your body listen to me? Idiot, raise your legs and let me see."

Lan Binggu in the carriage not far away smiled, "It's interesting. The dummy transformed from the magic trick actually knows to block the private parts. This infatuated Du Fangfeng seems to have some ability. I have thousands of casual cultivators under my command, but none of them can do this trick."

Feng Ruhui raised his right hand and pointed it at the human-shaped silver hair, "A useless casual cultivator. He actually learned magic from the demon clan."

A stream of clear smoke shot out, and the position of the human-shaped heart was penetrated.

The human figure is hollow, there is no heart in the chest, and the hole is quickly filled with silver threads nearby. In the blink of an eye, he is as intact as before. He doesn't speak, and reaches out to grab Feng Ruhui. The bald man standing on the top shouts: "I haven't let you do anything yet... See if you have the ability to defeat..."

Feng Ruhui waved his hand and another stream of clear smoke passed by, and the human figure's entire arm was cut off. Before the arm landed, it turned into ashes. The human figure knew the pain, and a new arm quickly grew from the broken arm, and continued to hold on to Feng Ruhui.

Lan Binggu laughed a few times, "I understand, this is not only a hair, but also a love thread. Du Fangfeng has a constant love thread, and he will be entangled after death. He is such a rare good man."

Only Mu Xingqiu understood the general reason. Du Fangfeng made a deal with Yi Shijun in Qishan. He carried the bottle of sword-washing pool water to explode in public, washing away the dust seal for the scroll in an extremely unique way. The reward was to learn a new magic technique. Injecting a trace of emotion into the scroll, this magic technique was only effective for Feng Ruhui, so ordinary Taoist priests could not find out the details, and Zuo Liuying would not say it even if he saw the truth clearly.

The bald man chewed half of the scroll, leaving the seven-star spider silk inside in his head, and retained the magic trick, but half of the scroll was taken away by the half-demon Feiba. This may affect the effect of the magic trick.

Feng Ruhui immediately cast the next spell, and light smoke spread in front of him, blocking the human-shaped palm like a shield. Blocking was obviously more effective than cutting. The silver wire arm was blocked and grabbed it in vain, only a few feet away from the target, but he could no longer move forward.

"Du Fangfeng." Feng Ruhui smiled and shook his head, and the smoke blocking him suddenly penetrated into the human body.

With a muffled sound, the silver-haired man exploded, just like Du Fangfeng's own fate.

Mu Xingqiu saved the bald man and knew that his magic power was far inferior to Feng Ruhui. He directly applied an upward support force to the bald man. His silver hair was split into pieces, and the bald man soared into the sky, screaming in fear, but his voice was loud and he was obviously not fatal.

The silver hair turned into ashes, swirled in the air, and disappeared.

"Love is gone with the wind, Du Fangfeng probably wants to express this meaning." Lan Binggu said enviously. She was trying to please Feng Ruhui around the bush, but she received no response. Feng Ruhui even refused to turn around and glance at her.

The bald man's screams fell from far to near, and they stopped when they were four or five feet above the ground. Some rain was stained with his face. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, his fear was gone, "It's quite fun."

All the silver hair on his head was gone.

Feng Ruhui no longer took Du Fangfeng's magic seriously. He looked into the distance and whispered for a moment, "It's started fighting again. I saw the traitors of the Dingzhun Department, who were attacking the riots of Jingshan and cutting off their own life. There were also many Taoist priests of the Five Elements Department of Pangshan, and they seemed to be watching..."

She turned to Ning Qiwei, her eyes filled with deep trust, as if she was convinced that she would get a satisfactory explanation.

"Taoist priests of the Five Elements Department? I believe they are fighting for the chaos of Jingshan, and no one can solve the soul-binding technique of Siming Ding."

"It's hard to say that in order to save his son, Yang Baozhen would temporarily understand the technique of opening the soul-binding technique?" Feng Ruhui looked at the Luanjing Mountain in the west again, "Where is Zuo Liuying?"

Mu Xingqiu also looked a hundred miles away with his eyes. He could see the magic flying around in the air, and the offense and defense sides were about thirty miles apart. The battle was quite fierce, but he could not see the specific caster clearly.

Feng Ruhui lowered his left hand, and Si Ming Ding stopped in mid-air. She circled to the east side of the tripod and blew a breath at it. A stream of clear smoke rose from the tripod, and suddenly divided into hundreds of strands, flying quickly towards the Luanjing Mountain. "Enough, this will make the battle easier."

"This will also cause more Taoist priests to die." Ning Qiwei reminded that he knew that these clear smoke would make the disciples of the Five Elements Science of Pangshan who were waiting and watching and join the battle without hesitation.

"Death is purification, and death is the source of power of the Siming Ding." Feng Ruhui's voice was so gentle that he almost acted coquettishly, "This is just the beginning. When the demons arrive, the Taoist dynasty will need more death."

"The wind is as dark as the wind..." Lan Binggui was in the carriage but stopped.

Feng Ruhui lowered his head and saw a thin silver thread wrapping around her ankles and crawling upwards.

The smile on her face weakened, "The ghost is not dissipating."

Another stream of clear smoke flew out of the Siming tripod and pounced on the silver wire, but it took into account the owner's body and could not attack with all its might. The silver wire crawled faster and continued to breed. Not long after, Feng Ruhui's ankles were wrapped in silver wire.

Feng Ruhui stomped his feet, and the magic power in the meridians suddenly increased, and the pieces of silver threads were shaken into pieces, but this time they did not turn into ashes. After leaving the bald man and touching Feng Ruhui, their power seemed to be stronger. All the broken threads flew upwards, touching Feng Ruhui's clothes, growing at an incredible speed, and connecting them into one piece again.

In a short while, Feng Ruhui's whole body was white, and only the three dantians in his head, heart and abdomen were not occupied by silver threads.

Lan Binggu, who loves to talk, carefully kept silent, and she now prefers to be a bystander.

The smile on Feng Ruhui's face disappeared, and her patience had come to an end.

Mu Xingqiu didn't want to wait any longer. He was still not very clear about Zuo Liuying's specific plan, but he knew that it was a rare opportunity to regain Fangfang's soul.

"Du Fangfeng just wants to impress you." He said.

"I don't need the impression of a casual cultivator." Feng Ruhui's voice became severe for the first time. She was using her skills. She wanted to destroy all the silver wires that were stained on her clothes. The silver wires were transformed by Du Fangfeng's magic. Thinking about it made her feel disgusted.

This was a clear mood swing, and the wind's anger jumped high like a wave.

Mu Xingqiu threw out the black whip. Attacked Feng Ruhui's face, the young demon used his illusion, aroused a more intense anger, and inserted it on the ground, the Frost Soul Sword trembled slightly. Fangfang's soul exerted force again, summoning his soul.

Three moves are issued at the same time, just to be surprised.

Feng Ruhui's right arm broke out and grabbed the tip of the whip like lightning. Her anger was indeed even stronger, but it was far from the point of losing her judgment ability. The Siming Cauldron floating in the air had no change, but the Frost Soul Sword slowly tilted towards it, obviously unable to summon the soul in the cauldron.

"It's the same move again. Zuo Liuying asked you to die. Didn't you teach you a more powerful spell?" Feng Ruhui was not tall, but at this time she showed great majesty. The anger made her magic stronger. The silver threads spread all over her body gradually melted, and the black whip lost the ability to stretch and retract freely, revealing a burning crimson red.

Mu Xingqiu had to make a choice, and at the same time controlled the Black Whip and the Frost Soul Sword, dispersing his power.

"Give me my soul back." He suddenly let go of his hand and walked to the Frost Soul Sword in one step. He held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, activate Fangfang's soul with all his strength. Without any protection from him, the young demon also changed his fighting style and held the hilt of the sword with Mu Xingqiu to activate his soul.

The combination of the illusion of mind and soul is useless to Feng Ruhui. Her magic power is too strong, far exceeding the strength of the third level of the illusion. Mu Xingqiu's only chance to win is to recall Fangfang's soul as soon as possible. Without soul, Feng Ruhui is just a Xinglu Taoist priest with the Siming Ding. She is still much stronger than Mu Xingqiu, but she is no longer invincible.

The bald man was not as close to Mu Xingqiu as the young demon, but he reacted quickly, knowing what he should do, and shouted, and the demonic heart on his head shot a red light, hitting Feng Ruhui's face.

All of this is a trick in Feng Ruhui's eyes, but another attack is different and she needs to take it seriously.

Ning Qiwei's waiting was over. Although the timing was not perfect, it was very likely that there would be no next time if I missed this time. Feng Ruhui didn't believe him at all. He knew this clearly and he had never really surrendered.

Feng Ruhui protected three dantians, temporarily letting go of the silver threads stained on the clothes, casually blocking the red light shot out by the bald man with his right hand, and gathering more mana with his left hand to face Ning Qiwei's spells.

Ning Qiwei's five elements spell is much more powerful than Shen Jixian. It is not a colorful dragon, but a crystal dragon with a thick wrist, crystal clear.

Feng Ruhui emitted a stream of clear smoke, colliding with the crystal dragon, causing a large number of colorful sparks.

"Oh, you are still lying to me." Feng Ruhui's voice was disappointed, but his expression was a little satisfied. Without the provocation of illusions, her anger had disappeared.

Ning Qiwei didn't feel that he needed to explain and said loudly: "Mu Xingqiu, how did you do it when he was crushed by the huge rock of the Old Ancestor Peak?"

It was a few years ago. Mu Xingqiu was still living in the Ying Guesthouse in Jinghu Village. Once he climbed a mountain, he was crushed by huge rocks. In order to protect Fangfang and Xiao Qingtao at the foot of the mountain, he inspired unprecedented power.

The master actually knew about this.

This time, he still wants to protect Fangfang.

That's right, just like on the coiled stone steps of Laozu Peak, he cannot take a step back, he must persist, and must generate more strength.

Lan Binggu said that the illusion of mind does not require muscle force, but Mu Xingqiu didn't care. His whole body was tense, pressing every thread of force and stimulating every little magic power.

He wanted to protect Fangfang, even if it was just a wisp of invisible and intangible soul.

The Frost Soul Sword that was leaning towards Si Mingding was slowly pulled back to its original position by him, but it was still not enough to recall the soul.

At this moment, the young demon changed. The light blue color of his body quickly became darker, and the clicking sound in his mouth fell into Mu Xingqiu's ears with unprecedented loudness.

"Huh, what's the sound?" the bald man asked blankly.

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