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Kun Dun's magic strictly follows the Taoist style, but it is more pure and ultimate.

No matter how high a Taoist priest is, his magic usually has traces. It may be a flash of light and shadow, a breeze that blows his hair, and a smell that slips away from his nose without taking a deep breath. As long as you are serious enough, even mortals can detect a little abnormality.

But no mortal can always pay attention to these details.

For practitioners, the signs of Taoist magic are more obvious. Even if they can't beat it, they have a chance to avoid it.

Kun Dun's magic has truly been found without a trace. Thousands of casual cultivators and talisman masters floated in the air, hoping that the ancestor would take action after a vibration. However, no matter how deep their practice was, how well their facial features were prepared, or how many magic weapons were summoned, they were unaware of the first moves made by the ancestor.

Mu Xingqiu's eyes and ears were useless at this time. Compared with the casual cultivator and the talisman master, he only felt a little more, just like a certain instinct of a wild beast, which could prick up his ears when the danger was still far away. The demon seed magnified this feeling, making it clearer and more accurate.

The moment Yi Shijun lit incense in the air, Mu Xingqiu felt danger. Rather than saying that he rose up from the ground with a vine in his hand, it was better to say that the demon seeds led him to the sky. Their judgment was more direct and they did not dare to take it head-on, and they had to avoid the enemy's edge.

Kun Dun's spells cannot be avoided just by trying to avoid them. He is normal and he is determined to win every move.

A deep pit appeared in the place where Mu Xingqiu was just standing, without sound or vibration. It seemed that it had existed for a long time, but it chose to suddenly appear at this time. Mu Xingqiu had risen into the air hundreds of feet at this moment, but still did not escape the aftermath of the magic.

A green light flew out of the vine and triggered a grand opening less than five feet in front of Mu Xingqiu. At this time, the scene can only be said to be "blooming" rather than "explosion": at least fifteen colors of light emerged out of nothing, as if a strange giant flower bloomed instantly, and the petals passed by Mu Xingqiu and stretched in all directions. After growing to ten feet, the light turned into a solidified object similar to ice or crystal. It was twenty feet long and turned into colorful smoke, which quickly mixed together. The smoke was filled with all kinds of five elements of spells of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. It was like loach rolling in the mud, accompanied by various harsh noises.

The mortals in the imperial capital could not see the scene a hundred miles away. The practitioner floating in the air was surprised and responsible for the explanation. No one expected that the ancestor's magic would be so sudden and the final result would be so brilliant again.

"Mu Xingqiu was hit! The ancestor's magic... is unparalleled. Swallow Mu Xingqiu in one bite!"

"One move, one move! The ancestor killed the enemy with one move, and Mu Xingqiu was wiped out!"

The casual cultivators were even more excited than the Taoist priests, as if the ancestors belonged to them.

The spectator closer to Mu Xingqiu quickly sent more real information with magic, causing the casual cultivators and talisman masters who announced the results too early to retreat embarrassedly and did not dare to speak out for a long time.

"Mu Xingqiu is not dead!"

"The ancestor's spells are not revealed. Mu Xingqiu did the opposite and released all the spells."

Various news came one after another, but at this time, Yi Shijun, who likes to nag the most, did not speak. He was dedicated to being a witness. Instead, a large number of practitioners left the sky above the imperial capital and flew towards Mu Xingqiu, wanting to see what was going on.

This is Mu Xingqiu's way of dealing with it. He could not take Kun Dun's spells at all. He simply dismantled the spells, making it from restraint to open, and it was disorderly and open at will.

This method is easy to say, but very difficult to do. Only when the five elements spells are mutually rebellious and cooperate with each other can they achieve a restrained effect. To break a spell and make it appear as hundreds of small spells, you must know it well and know where the key is. Just like a cleverly wrapped thread ball, only one thread can pull the thread ball away with the hindrance, and the other threads will only tighten the thread ball.

Mu Xingqiu didn't have this vision yet, he relied on the demon seed.

In the past three days, the demon seeds have been slowly splitting, and now there are more than a thousand. They are all sealed in vines, which are still far from the 100,000. But this is the limit that Mu Xingqiu can control. A little more, it is the demon seeds that they control him in turn.

Mu Xingqiu was constantly attacked by the demon seeds. The demonic thoughts invaded their minds over and over again and again. In this process, Mu Xingqiu and the demon seeds got deeper and deeper in their understanding, and finally reached a compromise. They joined forces in this battle to protect the demon soul who returned to reincarnation.

Even so, Mu Xingqiu did not let the demon seeds split too much. As their power increased, they might change their attitude at any time.

Mu Xingqiu acted as a temporary demon soul, controlling the power of the demon seeds and commanding them to charge into battle.

Kun Dun used Taoist magic spells, but not the current magic spells, but the ancient skills from more than 100,000 years ago. At that time, Taoist magic was not as rich as it is now. Some of them have been lost and some have become unrecognizable. In today's world, no one can fully recognize these ancient magic spells. Even Taoist priests who know the history of Taoism best will only think that these magic spells look familiar.

Only the demon seed still remembers these spells.

Due to separation from the demon soul, the demon seeds have a lot of memory missing, but those spells that have deeply hurt the demon race have long become imprints. The demon seeds can instinctively react, but other spells produced in later generations make the demon seeds unable to dismantle.

Kun Chao's spell was broken up, and the price paid by the Vineyard was to sacrifice a split demon species. This is one of the most commonly used tactical methods by the demons in critical moments: to sacrifice a protector of the whole.

The gorgeous huge flowers in the sky lasted for a short while. Before it could completely disappear, Mu Xingqiu had already rushed out of the gap, his whole body was wrapped in a ball of red flame, and the flames were extinguished when he stopped several miles away. Most of the dismantled spells extended outwards, and several small spells randomly hit the target. Just dealing with less than one percent of the spell, it consumed more than half of Mu Xingqiu's mana.

The gap between him and Kun Dun's strength is too huge.

Mu Xingqiu's flight speed is extremely fast, but he dares not use teleportation. It is a spell of escape or rushing to hurry. It is very dangerous to use this move during the battle, so he can only do his best to speed up.

Kun Dun experienced a short period of surprise. Mu Xingqiu's method of dismantling must have reminded him of the Dao Demon War. Then, his magic also accelerated, and each move was silent. Only when it was dismantled by the magic vine, would it reveal the magnificent scene that was highly anticipated.

The giant incense in high school was burning less than 30%. Mu Xingqiu had already flew fifty miles away. Instead of running far, he rushed to the imperial capital. The spectators who were originally closest to him saw a hazy shadow passing by, leaving behind one blooming spell after another, all of which were stunned. No one dared to chase after another to check.

Most of Kun Dun's spells were consumed during the appearance, and some survived strongly and flew around. Fortunately, they all had a clear appearance that could be seen by the naked eye. The practitioners could avoid it, but they were still frightened and uneasy about it. This was the aftermath of the master's spells. No matter how poor the eyesight people knew their power, they would know their power. When the touching person was killed immediately, only Mu Xingqiu could take one or two of them.

Those practitioners who flew out of the city changed their minds and tried to fly high and far away. No one knew how big the venue for the battle would be. If they fell into it, it would be almost impossible to think about it again.

Mu Xingqiu's flight trajectory is changing at any time, high and low, left and right, avoiding the sharpness of Kun Chaos spells as much as possible to reduce the pressure on the magic vines. Even so, the damage of the magic seed is increasing. At the beginning, one magic seed can be dismantled by sacrificing one magic seed. After half a stick of incense, at least ten magic seeds have to be sent to barely complete the task.

The demon seed will last forever, and one of them will survive in the end, but it will never be able to dismantle Kun Chao's spells.

Nearly 70% of the incense burned, Mu Xing flew over the imperial capital. His tactic was beyond the expectations of many people. Since the battlefield was not defined, everyone thought that the farther they ran, the safer they were. But Mu Xingqiu knew that this move was ineffective against Kun Dun. He took the move a hundred miles away to test whether the dismantling method of the demon seed was easy to use. Once it was feasible, he still had to approach the enemy to fight as before.

As Mu Xingqiu approached, Kun Dun's spells became more and more frequent, blocking all the roads forward, and Mu Xingqiu could only fly around the city wall.

The huge spell was blooming in the sky hundreds of feet, and it looked like it was in front of you from the ground. The audience who originally wanted to watch the fun felt that the disaster was coming. People on the street ran to nearby houses, or hugged the big trees beside them, thinking that they would be spared. As for the practitioners gathered in the air, they had already descended again and again, and were mixed with the mortals on the ground.

In the face of stronger power, the difference between practitioners and ordinary people is no longer important.

Mu Xingqiu was looking for an opportunity. There were almost no demon seeds in the vine. He wanted to rush into the Taoist Tower at the last moment. Even if he was defeated, he would have to face the enemy face to face.

The Taoist tutor tower was several miles away. At Mu Xingqiu's current speed, it arrived in the blink of an eye, but Kun Dun's magic blocked the front like a copper wall, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Eighty percent of the incense in the sky burned, and most of the imperial capital was shrouded in bloom. Several small spells lost control and flew to the ground, struck two sections of city walls and four pavilions. The talisman masters and monks guarding the city did not dare to put out the fire until the spell was completely invalid.

Huangjing was in complete panic. This was not the one-sided battle that everyone expected. The god-like ancestor of Taoism was fighting with a mortal. What aroused in everyone's heart was not only disappointment, but also more doubts and fear.

Mu Xingqiu achieved at least one goal. With his efforts with Zuo Liuying, the perfect atmosphere created by Kun Dun was also dismantled.

There were only a few more than a thousand demons left, and they were unable to fight again. The incense had not yet burned out, so Mu Xingqiu had only one choice: to teleport in the most dangerous magic environment in the world.

The victory or defeat is here.

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