Before being sucked into the Frost Soul Sword, Meng Yuanhou's soul was blessed by Zuo Liuying's spell, so it became controllable. Even so, Mu Xingqiu had to use it carefully. He had to try every means to restrain his power every time, but this time was an exception. He could not cast spells himself, and Shen Shang was unable to cast powerful spells. He could only summon the Jade Axe to stimulate the soul inside, eliminate the spell blessing, and then let it go.

Meng Yuanhou's soul finally gained freedom, unrestrained freedom.

The suction was still relatively weak at the beginning, and Shen Shang was the weakest, so the feeling was the most obvious. Mu Xingqiu's illusion had left, and Shen Shang returned to normal. When he found that he was driven to move towards the jade axe more than ten steps away, he couldn't help but be surprised, "What kind of magic weapon is this? It's not different from the enemy."

Mu Xingqiu grabbed Shen Shang's arm and said, "Don't fight with it."

"If I don't fight, I probably can't fight either." Shen Shang honestly controlled his strength, and felt that this battle was beyond his understanding.

The next round of attracting was two drops of sword-washing pool water. One drop was in Mu Xingqiu's palm, and the other drop had just risen more than one meter high, both in the form of a pearl. At this time, the jade axe that flew into the air was not fast, but there was no hesitation at all.

Mu Xingqiu lost the help of the sword washing pool, and his illusion technique immediately became weaker. He was only at a slight disadvantage, but now he was defeated and Zhou Qi's illusion swept over. Mu Xingqiu had no other choice except to take back his illusion technique.

This is the most dangerous moment. If you are attacked by the enemy's illusion, Mu Xingqiu will become a useless person even if he does not die.

This is also the moment when the situation changes greatly. The soul in the jade axe is uncontrollable and the suction force quickly becomes stronger. The water in the sword washing pool loses the form of the orb and returns to two drops of water. It collides together at more than ten steps away from the jade axe and gathers into a drop of water.

Mu Xingqiu took a risk and bet that the Shintoshi was more concerned about magic weapons. He also bet that Meng Yuanhou's soul could absorb even the illusory illusion.

He guessed the first item. Zhou Qi's demon illusion had touched Mu Xingqiu's forehead and suddenly took it back. Zhou Qi made a choice between killing Mu Xingqiu immediately and seizing the treasure. He understood the power of the sword-washing pool water, and also saw that the soul in the jade axe was unique. He wanted both of them, but later, the sword-washing pool water would merge with the jade axe, and the result was unpredictable. Zhou Qi wanted to try his best to prevent such a thing from happening.

The second thing Mu Xingqiu expected was not realized. Meng Yuanhou's soul did produce suction on the illusion, but the suction had not reached its highest point, and had little impact on some spells.

Note what Shintoshi wants, Mu Xingqiu and Shen Shang cannot stop it.

The jade axe and a drop of water flew towards the forest at the same time. Zhou Qi finally appeared. He floated several feet above Bingkui's head. He might have just flew over, or he might have been here all the time.

The distance was widened. Shen Shang felt the suction force a little weakened, but he became even more panicked. He turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu, "Is this in your plan? All the good things have been taken away."

"Wait a little longer." Mu Xingqiu stared at the enemy a hundred steps away.

Zhou Qi held the jade axe in one hand and held the sword-washing pool water in the other hand. The scars on his body had disappeared. His long black beards hang smoothly on his chest, and his expression was as majestic as a statue. His voice was contemptuous, "You must have thought you were special when you have so many rare treasures, right? That's right. High Taoist priests once had enthusiasm for supporting the backwards, and so did I. More than 600 years ago, I paid special attention to a young Taoist priest who was smarter than you and had insights. Unfortunately, he died. He wanted to create a powerful new magic, but he killed himself, and he was less than three hundred years old."

Zhou Qi is not just a memory of the old man, but is also using a series of candle magic to suppress the soul in the jade axe, and turning it into an obedient puppet.

"Then your vision is not very good, not as good as Zuo Liuying." Shen Shang was not qualified to participate in the battle and was determined to join the fight. "Mu Xingqiu is less than 30 years old, and she has done much more than your disciple who is less than 300 years old."

Shen Shang did not recognize Zhou Qi's disciples at all, but just refused to admit defeat.

Zhou Qi still saw that he did not exist, staring at Mu Xingqiu, and suddenly turned to the jade axe in his hand, "This is the soul of Amber Taoist Priest, it's interesting, very interesting."

Mu Xingqiu was just guiding the soul of Meng Yuanhou, never suppressing it, and never even tried it. It was not only because of his lack of strength but also out of respect. In his mind, Meng Yuanhou was always taught by Mengdu.

Zhou Qi is proficient in almost all spells of the candle art, so he naturally wants to tame his soul.

Mu Xingqiu was waiting for this opportunity. Zhou Qi was greedy for his whole life, so he knew that the opportunity was coming soon.

Mu Xingqiu casts the spell again. Strictly speaking, this is not a real spell. It is the suction force he realized when he was tortured by Zhou Qi in his dragon cave. It is similar to the soul of Meng Yuanhou, but it is weaker because he must retain a little sober to prevent himself from becoming an Amber Taoist priest.

The suction is not a magic, so it is uncontrollable. Once it takes effect, it will radiate to all directions. Shen Shang once again felt the strong suction, so he had to go back to back with Mu Xingqiu, "Here is here again, what's going on?"

Shen Shang has worked very hard to control the inner alchemy, but there is still a little magic power in his body that cannot be eliminated no matter what, and it will still be affected by the suction force.

"The battle is not over yet." The first force Mu Xingqiu inhaled was the restriction that permeated the surroundings.

Zhou Qi shook his head gently, "Persistence is a good quality. Too much is stubborn and stupid. Mu Xingqiu, haven't I told you that the magic power of the Shentao priest is different from that of you, and you can't absorb it."

"Then throw them away as garbage."

The prohibition is a spell, but when it enters Mu Xingqiu's body, it is restored to magic power. It is the unique scorching magic power of the Shinto Taoist priest. Unless he himself allows, ordinary Taoist priests cannot contact it at all.

Mu Xingqiu is not an ordinary Taoist priest, but a Taoist priest whose meridians are destroyed. The one who destroys is Zhou Qi.

Normal meridians are worth cherishing, but Mu Xingqiu doesn't care at this time. The magic power transformed from the ban shredded through the broken meridians, like a car carrying a thousand pounds walking through the streets full of rubble, leaving deep traces wherever they pass.

Mu Xingqiu was equivalent to destroying his meridians again. The pain was not reduced at all. He could only bear it. He opened his eyes wide and the blue veins appeared on his tense muscles. The inner elixir was unable to absorb this special force. He guided them to the Jiang Palace, accumulated for a while, and then poured out the ancient brain.

The mana of the Shintoshi was wandering around the broken meridians, no longer belonging to anyone, nor was it transformed into any spell. It simply entered the air directly, making a deafening sound, completely disappearing.

After three loud bangs, Mu Xingqiu's suction became stronger and conflicted with the suction in the jade axe. Both sides pulled each other, and the invisible restriction within several miles was destroyed, revealing a visible form. They were hundreds of spells that were full of light, strengthening each other and covering each other to form a powerful whole, which is now flowing to Mu Xingqiu and the jade axe respectively.

After seven loud bangs, the jade axe in Zhou Qi's hand moved.

Meng Yuanhou's soul suction is stronger. However, Zhou Qi is casting spells to suppress its power, but he is not as good as Mu Xingqiu.

"Hey, the battle is not over. If you want to commit suicide, I will give you a chance." Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows slightly. He gradually relaxed his suppression of his soul, and the jade axe stabilized again.

Shen Shang behind Mu Xingqiu was even more shocked. He had lived for more than a hundred years and had never seen or heard of such a fighting method.

The jade axe gradually gained the upper hand. Mu Xingqiu inhaled less and less mana, but the pain was reduced.

The battle lasted for a short time, and the suction force of the jade axe did not rise steadily according to Zhou Qi's wishes. After reaching a certain level, its suction force completely exploded.

This power exploded too suddenly, and Mu Xingqiu could not have imagined that Zhou Qi could not predict it. Before he could cast any spells, the water of the sword-washing pool in his other hand had already flew to the jade axe and merged with it.

The suction power instantly rose to another level, and even Zhou Qi could not take it easy. He successively cast different candle spells and demon spells to control the soul in the jade axe, and he had a simple idea: Mu Xingqiu once controlled the soul for his own use, and he had no problem.

With another bang, Bingkui under Zhou Qi exploded. Bingkui was restricted by spells and could not leave the place. In the battle between the two forces, he had no choice but to explode. Before the frozen power was released, he was sucked into the jade axe.

The bald man rose up, and the mucus shell wrapped outside was severely deformed.

Mu Xingqiu and Shen Shang were also sucked away. Although they were more than a hundred steps apart, they were only a little behind Bald. Mu Xingqiu grabbed Bald with his left hand to prevent the mucus shell from rupturing, and pressed his right hand on the jade axe to resist the suction inside.

Mu Xingqiu and Zhou Qi were only four or five feet apart, with four eyes facing each other, no one could speak, and no one could attack the other.

Zhou Qi is much stronger, but his spell was sucked away by the jade axe as soon as he came out. Mu Xingqiu used suction force to suction, but he could not use his remaining energy to use the illusion of mind.

"This is impossible." Zhou Qi finally spoke.

"You wonder why you can't control the soul of the Jade Axe." Mu Xingqiu guessed Zhou Qi's doubts, "This is where you are worse than Zuo Liuying."

"I know the spells of the Lanzhuansai better than the Grand Master of Luanjingshan." Zhou Qi said coldly, but he had changed from trying to control his soul to protect himself with all his might.

"Zuo Liuying is smarter than you. He uses illusions on his soul, creating a perfect practice environment. The soul will only disappear when he is thinking, and it will produce suction if he is separated from the thought. The candle magic can only be used to guide this suction, but it cannot control the soul."

When Mu Xingqiu brought Meng Yuanhou's soul into the Frost Soul Sword, Zuo Liuying was by his side and used complex illusions. He never said how to treat this soul. His later use and guidance were all Mu Xingqiu's own guess.

Zhou Qi's expression changed slightly because he knew that the soul that was fused with the Sword Washing Pond Water would no longer be affected by any illusion.

"You will die here too." The only thing Zhou Qi could control was not to be too angry with his voice.

Mu Xingqiu asked without looking back: "Shen Shang, are you afraid of death?"

"Fear." Shin Shang's voice became strange, but he had no fear. "But it's quite cost-effective to be able to die with Shintoshi."

Shen Shang's cost-effectiveness is Zhou Qi's cost-effectiveness. He wanted to escape, but it was too late. His magic power was leaking from every pore in his body. He could not form magic in the Jiang Palace. He had no time to control the inner alchemy like Shen Shang and no longer generate magic power.

Mu Xingqiu raised Bald man in front of Zhou Qi, and was pulled by two forces. The mucus shell became as soft and changeable as foam, and it did not break with the delicate balance.

The bald man inside had already entered a deep sleep, but his eyes were open, and his dull and unconscious eyes were facing Zhou Qi.

"No bullying bald people."

Even if they die together, Mu Xingqiu will tell Zhou Qi this sentence.

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