Sun Yulu has been in Taoism for many years. Since she has successfully reached the realm of smoking after going through the love disaster more than five years ago, she has a premonition that her cultivation level is about to end. This premonition of Taoist priests is usually very accurate, because this premonition itself will make them lose their crucial enterprising spirit. After only three years, Sun Yulu's cultivation level quickly rose to the fifth level of smoking and she did not move forward.

The stagnation of more than two years is not long. Most Taoist priests will continue to try at this time, but Sun Yulu is self-aware. Her qualifications can only be considered medium among Taoist priests. It is not easy to reach the fifth level of smoking swallowing. If you continue to practice hard, you may make a little progress, but it will take decades and it will not be worth the loss.

Therefore, Sun Yulu reduced her daily practice time and instead studied a large number of magic techniques in the Lantern Candle School. Now she cannot be said to be proficient in everything, but her understanding of the power of soul is comparable to those Xinglu Taoist priests who are still practicing diligently.

As soon as she touched the power in the Frost Soul Sword, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This power is too powerful. The ordinary candle magic weapon can accommodate 100 souls and is a powerful weapon. It can accommodate 10,000 treasures. It is very few in Sun Yulu's impression. The Frost Soul Sword is one of them, and it is the only magic weapon she has touched with her own hands.

The Siming Cauldron is not limited by quantity, and can be restrained and studied at will. In the minds of the Taoist priests of Dengzhuke, it is no longer a magic weapon, but a residence where life belongs to it and a symbol of the power of the soul. Because of this, when Feng Ruhui drove the Siming Cauldron with his soul, the Taoist priests of Dengzhuke collectively defected because they felt that Feng Ruhui's behavior was a serious blasphemy.

Faced with such a powerful soul power, Sun Yulu was like a gambler who suddenly had countless chips and could bet at will. At the beginning, she was a little reserved, but she quickly became big-handed, but she always had a bright light in her heart: these chips did not belong to her, she could squander it. But she could not take it for herself, let alone destroy it.

With such a guest mentality, Sun Yulu has never used all her strength, nor has she been prepared for it. In fact, she has nothing to be prepared for. The dead soul seven days later has no independent consciousness and ability. After being restrained, she is completely controlled by magic weapons and cannot backfire the caster. Unless Mu Xingqiu suddenly uses a secret move, she believes that this disciple of the Nianxin Science Department has no malice.

When the cold air penetrated into the palm of the hand and flowed into the Niwan Palace along the meridians, Sun Yulu was suddenly shocked, but she was unable to resist, and even the protection power of the fundamental method of seclusion did not have time to react to the invader.

Sun Yulu fell into the boundless darkness and lost all her control.

Another man saw the light again and saw the most familiar figure. Time seemed to have not passed, his appearance did not change, but his eyes were more restrained than before. There was no hairpin on his head.

She wanted to smile, but this new body was unwilling to obey her will. Her muscles were stiff like pieces of wood, and time was tight. She focused all her will on her lips and throat and shouted hoarsely: "Xiaoqiu."

Mu Xingqiu casts spells with all his heart, constantly activates the soul power in the Frost Soul Sword, and at the same time, he is secretly experiencing Sun Yulu's casting skills. He hopes to learn one move or two moves from it, but suddenly, Sun Yulu stopped casting spells. There was no sign or any prompt, and the soul power turned into a straight, domineering and fierce tornado.

The seven groups of demon clouds immediately discovered this change and at the same time issued the last move - the Wrath of the Demon Cloud, which was the roar of the demon clan. The sound waves were emitted from the inside of the demon cloud, carrying the light green demon fire one after another. Each group of demon clouds made hundreds of roars in a very short time. The seven waves of sounds cooperated with tacit understanding. Some were directly entangled with the tornado, and some attacked from the side, like a group of evil wolves siegeing the lonely tiger.

It was at this moment that Mu Xingqiu heard the word "Xiaoqiu". The name was very strange when he spitted out from Sun Yulu's mouth. Mu Xingqiu immediately understood who the person was talking. He almost interrupted the casting of the spell. The tornado instantly dropped by hundreds of feet. He hurriedly continued to cast the spell, but his mood was thrilling and he could hardly hold on. "You are really alive."

The battles in the air suddenly changed, and the Taoist priests on the ground were all unaware of this. Feng Dongchen and Zhang Suqin were still repairing the invisible shield above their heads to block the thick unclean air that had filled the entire valley. They did not float at will, but continued to put pressure on the shield, wanting to occupy this small piece of remaining space.

Xin Youtao and the other three were also constantly expelling the Demon Cloud Rain that was still landing. They did not notice the strange conversation between Mu Xingqiu and Sun Yulu.

"Sun Yulu, be more attentive!" Zhang Suqin couldn't blame Mu Xingqiu, so she could only sternly scold Taoist priests of his fellow students.

"Look!" Xin Youtao pointed at the sky and shouted.

A powerful wave of sound was falling from the sky, and the demon fire on the outside was burning even more vigorously in the unclean aura. The seven demon cloud envoys were able to divide their power to directly attack the Taoist priests.

The new king Yin Buchen raised his head, looked at the increasingly powerful wave of fire with infinite respect, and said excitedly: "The Wrath of the Demon Cloud! The Wrath of the Demon Cloud! The Feather King, open your eyes wide, no matter how powerful your wings are, can you block such power? The beast monster is not the future at all, the magic is the future! The magic that all demon races can learn! Thanks to Laojun, it was him who rediscovered the ancient magic. Thanks to us, the new generation of strange historical kings, we made these magics a real weapon, not a bunch of words..."

King Yu Fadong stood blankly, opening his mouth wide, but couldn't say a word. He was a demon king, knowledgeable and had known the existence of the Holy Cloud for a long time, but when he saw the wrath of the demon cloud for the first time, he was still shocked.

The group of monsters watching the battle on the top of the peak were finally able to raise their heads and were also shocked by the anger of the demon clouds. "Holy Cloud is invincible!" Lao Chong was the first to shout out, and then all the demon soldiers shouted.

The slave Deng Xian screamed miserably, holding his head with his hands, feeling beyond recognition, Ouyang Luo also lay on the ground, shocked and puzzled. He and his master Hong Futian often had contact with the demon clan, but the magic tricks he saw today were completely beyond his imagination and expectations. The whole world has really turned upside down. Taoist priests are no longer high, and the demon clan is no longer weak to be bullied. Only the casual cultivators are still struggling in the cracks.

Mu Xingqiu turned a blind eye to everything in the sky, the peaks and valleys, and turned a blind eye to everything. He was still casting spells and urging the power of his soul to fight. But this was just a habitual behavior. Even if there was nothing in the sky and the enemy had disintegrated, he would continue to cast spells.

He was talking to Fangfang, who occupied Sun Yulu's body. Apart from the first sentence, the two stopped talking. Fangfang found that it was more convenient to talk with thoughts and spells.

"I don't have much time, and this body is not suitable for me, so I will have to go back soon."

"Fangfang, are you still alive? What's going on?" Countless questions flashed through Mu Xingqiu's mind.

"I can't explain it clearly. I only remember the scene of Broken Pill. My eyes were full of light, and then there was darkness. I don't know how long it took, you woke me up. I felt your existence, but I couldn't communicate with you, and then you disappeared again."

Mu Xingqiu understood that this was the first time he used the fish and dragon formation to activate the power of his soul a few years ago. He connected himself with the soul in the sword into a whole, thus awakening Fangfang.

"I know I'm dead, and I know that there are souls around me, and I can't communicate with them. I can only slowly connect them into a line and wait for you to come in again to tell you something."

In recent years, it is precisely to protect the soul in the sword. Mu Xingqiu rarely uses the Frost Soul Sword. When he uses it occasionally, he also appears as the core of the fish and dragon formation. He cannot feel the movement of a single soul. If Sun Yulu had not studied his life soul, he would never be able to communicate with Fangfang.

"Is it the page of memory you left to me? I have never understood it."

"Not just that, I will pass on my memory to you so that you can see it more clearly. I want to tell you that I can still practice, but I always feel that I am missing something."

"Soul." Mu Xingqiu said immediately. He held off all the power of protection and opened his mind to let Fangfang see his memory of the soul.

"So that's it." Fangfang understood, "I believe that the young demon will return the soul to you sooner or later. Before that, you must continue to restrain the soul and study the soul and increase the power of the Frost Soul Sword. Moreover, it is best for you to hold the sword when you are practicing, maybe you can help me practice."

"Then will you be resurrected?" Mu Xingqiu was most concerned about this matter.

"I don't know. I seem to be unable to adapt to any body anymore, but I hope to continue practicing. I need you to help me start over."

"I will."

Fangfang was silent for a while, "Xiaoqiu, do you remember what I said to you?"

"Never give in."

"Well, don't let love disaster stand in your way, get through it."

"But..." Mu Xingqiu couldn't do it, nor did he want to do it.

"If you want to help me continue to practice, you have to go through the love disaster. This is the only choice. When you see the memories I leave to you later, you will understand that everything has its origin, and the same is true for Taoist fire."

Fangfang's voice disappeared.

Sun Yulu woke up from the boundless darkness. It seemed that time had just passed. She heard the urgent cry of the Taoists and the roars of demons on the top of the mountain to cheer. She saw the wrath of the demon clouds falling from above her head. The light green demon fire was several feet away. Zhang Suqin and Feng Dongchen had tried their best, but the shield gradually shrank and was about to collapse.

The tornado formed by the power of the soul has also retreated to a length of more than a hundred feet.

"Oh my God." Sun Yulu was shocked and had no time to think about what happened just now. She immediately cast a spell to regain her superiority. She just hoped that everything would still be in time.

But her hand was bounced away, and the power came from Mu Xingqiu herself.

"What are you doing?" Sun Yulu asked in surprise.

Mu Xingqiu did not answer. He saw the second page of memory that Fangfang had passed on to him again, and finally understood why she had to survive the love disaster.

He felt sad, angry, and a trace of unexplainable relief. Everything has its origin, so why bother to create a tornado, light green demon fire, and sound waves?

A tornado that had been more than a hundred feet suddenly disappeared.

Another force was emitted from the Frost Soul Sword, a more pure force.

In Mu Xingqiu's hands, the Frost Soul Sword is no longer a magic weapon, but his closest companion. The two of them share the same mind and cast a spell together, giving birth to unprecedented powerful power.

A beam of light soared into the sky.

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