Exorcism - Chapter 1086 Chase

At first, it was an ordinary night.

Mu Xingqiu wrote the talismans for several hours and decided to take a rest. In fact, he rarely wrote. He mostly spent time facing the wall in a daze, or pressing his hands on the tower and circling. Writing talismans was not difficult. The key was how to write. Arrangement of troops, how to coordinate seamlessly. He will face an enemy much more powerful than himself. Thirty-three thousand talismans must be sent out instantly as a spell to have any chance of winning.

This is exactly the question he has been thinking about: Which talismans can bless each other? Which ones weaken each other? Which combinations can produce subtle changes?

Whenever his thoughts lead to a dead end, Mu Xingqiu has to take a break, clear his mind, and wait for an idea to suddenly appear.

It was nearly midnight, and he was standing on the top floor of the Patriarch Tower. He had just rested for less than a quarter of an hour, and the night gradually became strange.

The first thing to arrive was a breeze, carrying a gentle and polite spell. It did not rush over directly, but hovered above the city wall, waiting for the master’s reaction.

Mu Xingqiu knew whose spell it was, so he summoned the sword-washing pool, placed it on the window sill, stroked the edge of the basin with his left hand, and used the talisman technique to invite the guests.

The breeze came slowly and swirled outside the tower as a sign of salute. The water in the sword washing pool swayed slightly in response.

This was not the first time that Qin Lingshuang visited Mu Xingqiu in a fuzzy way, but it was just as reserved and cordial as the first time, as if there had been a gentleman’s friendship between them for many years.

“Are you stumped by the talisman again?” Breeze asked.

“Yes.” Shui Bo replied.

The two of them spent most of their time communicating about spells and rarely talked about other things, and this time was no exception.

“Why must it be thirty-three thousand talismans?”

“This is the limit of the number I can control. If there are any more, I won’t be able to combine them into a spell.”

“A few days ago you were in trouble about which talisman should be the head coach. What about today?”

“I haven’t thought about it yet, so I can only put it down for now. I encountered a new problem today: the Tower of the Founder contains a large number of spells injected by Taoist priests from past generations. They are entangled together like a forest, and there are some otherworldly things hidden in the forest. Master, Kun Chao also injected his spells. I removed some, but there were still three to five left. They hid in the forest and were persuading those outsiders to destroy my talisman formation.

The breeze trembled and seemed to smile. Mu Xingqiu had forgotten most of the cultivation methods and could only describe his feelings about the Patriarch’s Tower in metaphors. Qin Lingshuang found it very interesting.

“I understand, you want to declare war on Kun Chaos’ magic, but the talisman formation has not been completed, so there is not much chance of winning. On the contrary, if you wait any longer, you may wait for the attack of the ‘extraordinary master’, and you have no chance of winning.”

“That’s right. The Taoist treasure is so profound and profound. Even the lowest Taoist priests can use it to cast spells, and even the highest Taoist priests can’t use it to their full potential.” The ripples in the water became more obvious. That was Mu Xingqiu’s emotion. He used pen and paper to write extremely powerful talismans, but this only used part of the power of the Patriarch’s Tower. He was at most a woodcutter, walking into the Spell Forest and doing his best to chop some firewood to make ends meet.

“Not even Kun Chaos. He injected magic into every treasure in an attempt to control the forest contained within. But he only succeeded in setting up a boundary monument, claiming that the forest belonged to him, and then left a few forest guards behind. “Kun Chao put his mark on every treasure, Qin Lingshuang also used metaphors.

A small wave danced on the water of the Sword Washing Pool, and Mu Xingqiu smiled.

“These guards are really stubborn. There are not many guards left in the Patriarch Tower. I have already driven them into the forest. The fight for the sword washing pool has just begun. How is your progress?”

“It’s almost the same as you. Most of the Kunchaos spells in the Great Light Mirror have been removed, and only one is hiding. I’m looking for its whereabouts. I haven’t had time to take action on the Instantaneous Platform and the Everlasting Furnace.”

“It’s really strange. Why would Kun Chaos give away a treasure that he didn’t fully control?” Mu Xingqiu had been puzzled by this for a long time.

“Don’t worry about it. If Kun Chao can be guessed, he will no longer be the founder of the Taoism. We can only do our own things, no matter how much we think about it, it is useless.

The breeze drifted closer, bringing a faint fragrance, and three waves jumped up on the surface of the sword washing pool.

Fugue is a mutually trusting communication method. It is difficult for both parties to hide their thoughts. Once the thoughts come to mind, they will be expressed in various ways without having to resort to words.

Mu Xingqiu noticed his heartbeat, and quickly rubbed his fingers on the edge of the sword washing pool a few times. The water surface returned to calm, leaving only polite ripples rippling in circles.

Breeze said: “I thought of a way to get rid of those annoying guards faster.”

“Very good.”

“How to lure him?” Mu Xingqiu also thought of this method and even tried it several times without success. The spells left by Kun Chaos were very cunning and he would not fall for the bait easily.

“How are the 100,000 Holy Talisman Army?” Breeze changed the topic.

“I created a simple world in the Patriarch’s Tower, which should be able to keep their bodies intact and their souls intact within a year, unless I am defeated by Kun Chaos’ spell.”

Mu Xingqiu has just gained a foothold in the Patriarch Tower. If Kun Chaos’ “guards” can really convince the “extraordinary experts” to launch an attack together, the talisman array will be defeated and the hidden world will disappear in an instant. Not a single member of the All Saints Talisman Army can survive, not even a hair can be left behind.

“Use them to cast a spell.”

“They are living souls!” The water surface undulated, looking shocked.

Mu Xingqiu had forgotten most of the techniques, but he still knew some of the most basic rules, such as never using a living soul to cast spells. He studied both the body and the soul at the same time, and he was about to cross the line.

“But these souls are different. They believe that they are dead and are waiting to enter the afterlife promised by the emperor. If there is no change, the damage to them will be greater.”

In the world created by Mu Xingqiu, the body does not move, the soul is bound in darkness, and the activity of thoughts is reduced to a minimum, but one will never forget why he “died”.

“What spell to cast?” Mu Xingqiu thought carefully for a while and felt that it might be feasible.

“Let the souls come into my big light mirror. I will show them a new world and tell them that it is the future. Then I will teach them some thinking skills so that their future lives will not be too monotonous. By the way, I would like to ask Kun Chaos Use magic to initiate a demonstration, and if everything goes well, you might be able to draw the guards out.”

Qin Lingshuang is best at getting along with souls. Mu Xingqiu knows that. He believes in her and just said “ok” without asking for details.

Mu Xingqiu reached out and dipped his hand in the sword washing pool. Not a drop of water came out, but the mana in his fingers increased a lot.

He wrote a few talismans on the Patriarch Tower and carefully sent the 100,000 souls out. Not far away, several spells from Qin Lingshuang came up to greet this strange invisible army.

The sky above Duanliu City was filled with spells for a while. To the onlookers, a soul was no different than a weak spell.

The souls entered the Great Light Mirror in the west of the city one after another. Breeze, who stayed near the Patriarch Tower, said: “The souls cannot leave the body for too long. We have about half an hour to spare. Let’s patrol the area first to avoid being disturbed.”

Seven drops of water jumped out of the sword-washing pool and flew in different directions. They gathered and separated. The spell they emitted soon enveloped the entire Duanliu City and the area within ten miles outside the city.

The breeze disappeared, and seven balls of fire flew out of the large bright mirror. They were dimmer than the starlight reflected by the ice. They also gathered and separated, and the spell they emitted covered a wider area. They are the lunar fire that emanates from an everlasting furnace.

Mu Xingqiu was not surprised at all that Qin Lingshuang could control the soul and cast other spells at the same time.

There are no other spells in the city, and there are not even more living creatures. Yin Buchen and the monkeys have gone to nowhere, leaving only Mu Lie, who is sleeping soundly at this time, with breeze, water drops, firelight… Nothing disturbed him. In his dream, he was still practicing hard with his sword.

Seven balls of fire met seven drops of water. I don’t know who had the first idea. Maybe it was a tacit understanding or an accident. Both parties avoided in the same direction, but they collided and passed between each other.

The water surface of the sword-washing pool was filled with waves, and Mu Xingqiu seemed to have walked directly from the cold winter to the early summer. His whole body felt hot, his pores dilated, and he broke out into a thin layer of sweat.

The firelight was not as reserved as the breeze. It did not apologize or continue its patrol. Instead, it was scattered around the water drops, flickering on and off, as if it was mocking.

The water droplets rushed up to avenge the collision.

The seven balls of fire spread out and flew in all directions, with the water droplets not giving up an inch, chasing after them.

Before this, no matter how many firelights and water drops there were, it was just one spell, but now it has become seven different spells. Although it was just a simple chasing game, both of them used the most advanced and profound spells. .

Mu Xingqiu vaguely felt that it was not good to do this, but it was difficult for him to conceal his thoughts during the wandering process, especially when he was multitasking.

He had to admit that he liked the way he felt now.

The real world and the world in the treasure seemed distant and unimportant at the moment. The area above Duanliu City was the entire world.

A few droplets of water caught up with the fire, making Qing Lingshuang feel cold all over, so the fire in turn chased the water droplets.

Mu Xingqiu’s competitive spirit was aroused, another drop of water flew out of the sword washing pool, and Qing Lingshuang immediately joined a ball of fire.

Mu Xingqiu must leave his heart to prepare for the return of the soul, while Qin Lingshuang must control the soul. The eight extra spells are the limit and belong to the ninth level of mental illusion.

The chase became more intense, sometimes a bit intimate, with no winner or loser, like snowballs being thrown at each other.

Mu Xingqiu smiled unconsciously, his mood fluctuating like the sword washing pool. He hoped to see Qin Lingshuang’s current appearance. The image of the girl covering her mouth and smiling was extremely clear in his mind.

He suddenly felt that he could cast the tenth spell again, and quietly took a look at her in the bright mirror.

Thinking of doing it, the tenth drop of water flew close to the ground towards the west of the city.