Mu Xingqiu stood on a small hill a hundred miles away from the imperial capital. For the past three days, he had been stranded here, mostly alone, and suffered a stronger attack initiated by the demon species, and was moved to the devil's mind, and then drove them out. There was a rain in the middle, and he was soaked all over and did not cast a spell to shelter from the rain.

Occasionally, there would be practitioners flying over to spy, and it was especially frequent on the last night. They all stopped far away. Except for Zhang Xianger and Long Mo, no one was approaching him. Mu Xingqiu guessed that Zuo Liuying was still insisting on fighting.

At three o'clock in the morning, the agreed time for fighting was about to come. Mu Xingqiu looked around and saw that the sky was high and blue, without a trace of clouds. After staring for a long time, he would feel dizzy. A small group of cultivators stopped in the air three miles away, and a group of talisman masters floated a little further away.

"Hey, Mu Xingqiu, if you win, I'm willing to be the first to be devil!" A short and fat cultivator shouted loudly, but there was no respect in his tone. He was a speculator and bet on the weaker side in order to get a higher return.

Most practitioners stayed in the city and waited to see the master's tricks. The viewers who came to Mu Xingqiu were basically such speculators. They probably had already expressed their loyalty to the Taoist dynasty through various methods. The support for Mu Xingqiu was just habitually trampling on two ships. If Mu Xingqiu was defeated normally, they would interpret their words as ridicule.

Mu Xingqiu waved his hands to the scattered cultivators and the talisman masters, and even smiled. He saw not only speculators, but also the weakness of Kun Chaos magic. If it were three days ago, when Kun Chaos magic was in full swing, the guy who was best at two-faced and three-sword sword would not come to show his goodwill to Mu Xingqiu. All practitioners would stay in the city honestly. With an extremely respectful mood, waiting to feel the magical magic of the ancestors of the Taoist dynasty.

Flies are often declarers of corruption, and speculators have similar effects. They usually indicate some kind of loophole that may not matter, but prove that Kun Chaos's spell is not perfect.

This is why Mu Xingqiu waved and smiled at them.

"Are you just making a move here? The time has come. What are you waiting for?" The casual cultivators and the talisman masters urged without hesitation.

Mu Xingqiu smiled and shook his head. He was waiting for Zuo Liuying to end the battle with his ancestors. This was a battle. He could try his best to figure out the opponent's strength and intentionally create some loopholes, but he could not fight against one at any time. The weak side must especially abide by the rules. Because this is likely to be their only hope for victory.

"The battle in the city is over!" someone shouted loudly, and a group of spectators flew out of the city. The place where they stayed was farther away from Mu Xingqiu, but the information quickly came through various spells, although it was nearly a hundred miles apart. The news did not lag at all.

"Zuo Liuying vomited blood, this battle is enough for him."

"Zuo Liuying is amazing to be able to fight the ancestor for three days and three nights. Apart from the ancestor himself, I am afraid that there will be no Taoist priests stronger than him in the Taoist throne."

"What a pity, Taoist priests vomit blood differently than mortals. Even if Zuo Liuying does not die, his practice will go back a lot..."

Everyone was talking loudly, as if they were deliberately talking to Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu was still standing on the grass, not rising to the sky, and did not want to waste any magic power.

Zeng Fu hoped that today's fighting would not be so "boring". Mu Xingqiu had no way to hear her words, but she satisfied her wish. The first move was to startle the spectators from far and near.

The Taoist priests' magic is relatively restrained. The casual cultivators and talisman masters have opened their eyes wide, preparing to show their strength by seeing how much content they see. The talisman masters even used auxiliary techniques early. But they were wasted. Mu Xingqiu's first move was magnificent and magnificent. It can be clearly seen with the naked eye.

He inserted the magic vine on the ground and cast spells with his hands. A light blue light rose from the top of his head and drew an arc to fly towards the imperial capital a hundred miles away. The light quickly expanded while flying. The wandering cultivators and talisman masters several miles away had no time to hide, and were all covered in it. They were all shocked and cast spells to protect themselves.

But this ball of light has no harm, it is just a signal that the battle is about to begin.

The blue light expanded and widened like a huge fishing net. When it flew over the Huangjing, it could cover the entire city. The light flew very quickly, probably for ordinary people to check ten numbers at normal speed. It lasted for a short time in the Huangjing and burst like a bubble. Tens of thousands of blue flowers of different shapes fell from the sky. The practitioners in the air hurriedly avoided, but the mortals on the ground jumped up happily to reach it.

The blue flower tentacles were destroyed and did not stay in anyone's hands.

This is not the beginning of the formal battle, but the greetings and invitations sent by Mu Xingqiu.

The ancestor did not leave the Taoist Tower. His response was a vibration, unlike thunder, but more like an explosion that occurred after the skin was squeezed into too much air. It was too late to defend and was simply and neat. The sound was not particularly loud, but it made everyone's ears numb. The spectators floating in the air shook and all fell for a distance.

After the shock, the entire imperial capital was silent, and everyone felt the anger of the ancestor from this sound. It was like a father who was kind and easy-going on weekdays and responded to his requests. Suddenly, he showed a stern and angry side. Although just a glaring was enough to scare the child to fear.

The whole Huangjing felt like a favored child, both frightened and ashamed, and before he could just defend himself, he felt that he must have done something wrong.

At the intersection of the street, Zuo Liuying was sitting on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He knew that Kun Dun's anger was caused by himself. He poked several small holes in Kun Dun's perfect magic system. It was not big, but it destroyed the overall beauty. It may not affect normal use, but it greatly reduced the collection value.

Kun Dun's eyes are more harsh than any collector, so his anger is even greater.

"The lake is calm, just because the stones put in are not big enough." Zuo Liuying said softly, raised her head and saw a face full of anger. It seemed that the vibration just now was caused by her.

"You are old." Zuo Liuying said, with some emotion, some surprise, and some nostalgia.

"I'm not a Taoist priest, of course I'll get old." Zeng Fu didn't plan to come to see Zuo Liuying. She hadn't come to watch the battle in the past three days. Today, she came to the street to watch the battle between Mu Xingqiu and the ancestors. However, once she walked out of the house, she couldn't help but walk under the Taoist pyramid. She rarely went shopping in Huangjing and didn't like the crowd, so she took a lot of ways. As soon as she saw Zuo Liuying's back, she saw him shakingly sitting on the ground.

"Look at you, wearing a torn straw hat, her clothes are dirty, and she vomits blood when she fights. Without me and my sister, you will be so depressed. Do you really think you are a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old? Let's go home with me." Zeng Fu scolded him and reached out to help Zuo Liuying.

"Home?" Zuo Liuying seemed to hear a very strange word.

"Stop, don't be fooled with me. I'm not interested. My home is your home. If you die, you have to die there." Zeng Fu helped Zuo Liuying up and shouted at a group of panicked onlookers: "Go away, two tigers are fighting, what are you little ants watching? If you have time, why are you going home and spend more time with your relatives..."

Everyone gave way, and watched Zeng Fu and Zuo Liuying leave, no one dared to ask more, and the Taoists did not come out to stop them.

Zuo Liuying has already made preparations within her ability. Zeng Fu only wanted to take care of Zuo Liuying, and the two of them were no longer interested in the battle that was about to begin.

The vibration from Kun Dun reached Mu Xingqiu's feet at a faster speed than the blue light. The grass was undulating and the vines swayed violently, and they couldn't wait to soar into the sky. Mu Xingqiu reached out to rub the top of the vines twice, as if comforting a irritable dog, "Don't be anxious."

The aftermath of the vibration gradually disappeared, and a voice sounded in the sky, "You two are so polite to fight, don't worry about the audience's rush. Okay, I, Yi Shijun, come uninvited, and be a witness for you: the incense is the beginning, the burning ends when it is finished. If Mu Xingqiu can persist in not defeat, he will win. If he is killed or unable to cast spells, there is nothing to say, everything is his own fault!"

Yi Shijun still refused to show up, and did not ask whether both parties agreed to him as a witness. He directly lit up a towering incense like a towering tree in the sky. It seemed that he would not burn in a year, but it could make everyone see clearly.

"Sentient beings have sentient beings, and the great way is ruthless... Alas, I'm not in the mood to say these things, Mu Xingqiu, before you completely lose, remember to return the Demon Soul Pearl to me..."

The incense is lit automatically, and the ashes drift away like dark clouds and disappear into the clear sky. The towering incense, like a towering tree, burns at a rate of collapse, and the duration will not be much different from that of ordinary incense, about a quarter of an hour.

Mu Xingqiu grabbed the vine with his right hand and rose up from the ground. Almost at the same moment, Kun Dun's first offensive spell had shot from a hundred miles away, as if he had long hidden the spell next to the target.

As the founder of Taoist dynasty, Kun Dun seemed a little anxious because he did not give way to his younger generations for two or three moves, which also shows that he was tired of the three-day illusion battle, and this battle would be decided quickly.

Kun Dun got Zuo Liuying's last memory, which were three plans formulated by several challengers who overestimated themselves: Mu Xingqiu and Zuo Liuying took turns to challenge Kun Dun and strive for victory; if they were not defeated, Mu Xingqiu would strive to enter the Demon-Battle Cave and seek guidance from the soul of the descendant of the Nianxin Science; the first two plans failed, and there was also a backup plan. Mu Donger was using the Demon Soul Pearl to connect with Fangfang's soul in the Frost Soul Sword, hoping to get help from her.

Every plan is so ridiculous, probably with a little self-comfortification effect. Kun Dun really wanted to open Mu Xingqiu's mind immediately to see what he was thinking, and he could still maintain confidence in this situation.

The most important thing is that he wants to see if the demon soul left a way to find the body of reincarnation. This is what Kun Dun cares about the most, but Zuo Liuying's memory does not have this section, which makes him extremely angry.

Mu Xingqiu didn't have so many complex prohibition spells in his mind, and Kun Dun didn't need to throw himself into a mouse and was able to seize all his memories while destroying his body.

Mu Xingqiu held the rattan in his hand and rose up from the ground, with only one goal: to survive and persevere until the end of a stick of incense.
Chapter completed!