Chapter 0922 Battle of Baili

Mu Xingqiu stood on a hillside a hundred miles away from the Imperial Capital. He had been staying here for the past three days, mostly alone, enduring the increasingly powerful attacks launched by the demons, welcoming the demon thoughts and then expelling them. It rained in the middle, and he was soaked, but he didn't cast a spell to avoid the rain.

Occasionally, practitioners would fly over to spy, especially on the last night. They all stayed far away. Except for Zhang Xiang'er and Long Mo, no one approached him. Mu Xingqiu guessed that Zuo Liuying was still insisting on fighting.

At 3:30 in the morning, the agreed time for the fight was about to arrive. Mu Xingqiu looked around. The sky was high and blue, without a trace of cloud. He would feel dizzy if he stared at it for a long time. Three miles away, a small group of casual practitioners were parked in the air, and a group of talisman masters were floating a little further away.

"Hey, Mu Xingqiu, if you win, I'd like to be the first to become a demon!" A short and fat casual cultivator shouted loudly, but there was no respect in his tone. He was a speculator, placing part of his bet on the weaker party in order to get a multiple higher return.

Most of the cultivators stayed in the city waiting to see the tricks of the ancestor. The spectators who came to Mu Xingqiu were basically such speculators. They may have already expressed their loyalty to the Taoist tradition in various ways. Their support for Mu Xingqiu was just a habitual way of playing both sides. If Mu Xingqiu was defeated normally, they would interpret his words as ridicule.

Mu Xingqiu waved his hands to the casual cultivators and the talisman master, and even smiled. He saw not only the speculators, but also the weakening of Kun Dun magic. If it was three days ago, when Kun Dun magic was at its peak, the guy who was best at double-dealing would not come to show his goodwill to Mu Xingqiu. All the cultivators would stay in the city honestly, waiting to feel the magical magic of the Taoist ancestor with great respect.

Flies are often the announcers of corruption, and speculators have similar effects. They usually indicate some kind of loophole. This loophole may be insignificant, but it proves that Kun Dun's magic is not perfect.

This is why Mu Xingqiu waved and smiled at them.

"Are you going to make a move here?" "The time has come, what are you waiting for?" The casual cultivators and talisman masters urged them unceremoniously.

Mu Xingqiu smiled and shook his head. He was waiting for the battle between Zuo Liuying and the ancestor to end. This was a battle. He could try his best to figure out the opponent's strength and deliberately create some loopholes, but he could not fight two against one at any time. The weaker party must especially abide by the rules, because this may be their only hope of winning.

"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 was quickly transmitted through various spells. Although they were nearly a hundred miles apart, the news was not delayed at all.

"Zuo Liuying vomited blood. This battle was enough for him."

"Being able to hold out against the ancestor for three days and three nights, Zuo Liuying is quite remarkable. Apart from the ancestor himself, I'm afraid there is no Taoist stronger than him in the Taoist tradition."

"What a pity. Taoists vomiting blood is different from mortals. Even if Zuo Liuying doesn't die, his cultivation will regress a lot..."

Everyone talked loudly, as if they were talking to Mu Xingqiu on purpose.

Mu Xingqiu still stood on the grass, not rising into the sky, and didn't want to waste any magic power.

Zeng Fu hoped that today's battle would not be so "boring". Mu Xingqiu had no way of hearing her words, but he fulfilled her wish. The first move scared the spectators from far and near.

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

He stuck the magic seed vine into the ground and cast a spell with his hands. A ball of light blue light rose from his head and flew in an arc to the Imperial Capital a hundred miles away. The light expanded rapidly as it flew. The casual practitioners and talisman masters a few miles away had no time to dodge and were all enveloped by it. They were all shocked and cast spells to protect themselves. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

But this ball of light did no harm. It was just a signal that the battle was about to begin.

The blue light expanded and expanded, like a huge fishing net. When it flew over the Imperial Capital, it could cover the entire city. The light flew very fast, probably just the time it took an ordinary person to check ten numbers at a normal speed. It lasted for a short while in the Imperial Capital, and then burst like a bubble. Tens of thousands of blue flowers of different shapes and names fell from the sky. The practitioners in the air were busy dodging, but the mortals on the ground jumped up happily and reached out to grab them.

The blue flower was destroyed as soon as it was touched, and it did not stay in anyone's hand.

This was not the beginning of a formal fight, but a greeting and invitation from Mu Xingqiu.

The ancestor did not leave the Daotong Tower. His response was a vibration, not like thunder, but more like the explosion of a skin bag after too much air was squeezed into it. It was unexpected, crisp and neat. The sound was not particularly loud, but it made everyone's ears numb. The spectators floating in the air were shaking and all fell a distance.

After the vibration, the whole imperial capital was silent. Everyone felt the anger of the ancestor from this sound. It was like a father who was usually kind and easy-going and always responsive, but suddenly showed a stern and furious side. Although it was just a glare, it was enough to scare the child.

The feeling of the whole imperial capital was like a favored child, terrified and ashamed. Before they could explain, they felt that they 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 Chaos anger was caused by himself. He poked a few small holes in Kun Chaos perfect spell system. They were not big, but they were destructive. It affects the overall beauty and may not affect normal use, but it greatly reduces the collection value.

Kun Chao's vision is harsher than that of any collector, so his anger is even greater.

"The lake is calm just because the rocks thrown in are not big enough." Zuo Liuying whispered to herself, raised her head, and saw a face full of anger, as if the shock just now was caused by her.

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

"Look at you, wearing a broken straw hat, dirty clothes, vomiting blood from fighting. Without me and my sister, you are in such a miserable state. Do you really think you are a young man of 18 or 19 years old? Let's go? "Come home with me." Zeng Fu scolded and reached out to help Zuo Liuying.

"Home?" Zuo Liuying seemed to hear an extremely strange word.

"Stop, don't play tricks on me. I'm not interested. My home is your home. If you want to die, you have to die there." Zeng Fu picked up Zuo Liuying and shouted to a group of panicked onlookers: "Everyone. Get out of the way, two tigers are fighting, what's the point of you little ants watching? Why don't you go home and spend more time with your relatives when you have time..."

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

Zuo Liuying had done everything he could to lay the groundwork. Zeng Fu just wanted to take care of Zuo Liuying. Neither of them was interested in the fight that was about to begin.

The vibrations from Kun Chaos reached Mu Xingqiu's feet faster than the blue light. The grass undulated and the rattan swayed violently. It couldn't wait to rise into the sky. Mu Xingqiu stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of the rattan twice, as if To calm a grumpy bulldog, "Don't worry."

The aftermath of the shock gradually disappeared, and a voice sounded in the sky, "You two fought really politely. It doesn't matter whether the audience is in a hurry or not. Well, I, Mr. Yishi, came uninvited to be a witness for you: Xiang Ran is here. It is the beginning, and it will end when it is burned. If Mu Xingqiu can persist undefeated, he will win. If he is killed or unable to cast the spell, there is nothing to say. He is responsible for everything! "

Mr. Yishi still refused to show his face, and did not ask whether both parties agreed to him being a witness. He directly showed a stick of incense in the sky like a towering tree. It seemed that it would not burn for a year, but it could make everyone burn. See clearly.

"All living beings have feelings, but the Dao is ruthless... Sigh, I'm not in the mood to talk about these things anymore. Mu Xingqiu, before you lose completely, remember to return the Demonic Soul Pearl to me..."

The incense ignites automatically, and the ashes float away like dark clouds, disappearing into the clear sky. The incense like a towering tree burns at a collapse speed. The duration is not much different from ordinary incense, which is about a quarter of an hour. .

Mu Xingqiu grabbed the vine with his right hand and stood up. Almost at the same moment, Kun Chaos' first offensive spell was fired from a hundred miles away, as if he had already hidden the spell beside the target.

As the founder of the Taoist tradition, Kun Chaos did not give in to the younger generation for two or three moves. This also showed that he was tired of the illusion battle that lasted for three days and wanted to win this battle quickly.

Kun Chao got Zuo Liuying's last memory, which was three plans drawn up by several overestimating challengers: Mu Xingqiu and Zuo Liuying took turns challenging Kun Chaos, striving for victory with all their strength; if they failed to win, Mu Xingqiu He must strive to enter the Demon-Batting Cave and seek guidance from the soul of the successor of Nianxinke; the first two plans failed, and there is a backup plan. Mu Donger is using the Demonic Soul Pearl to contact Fangfang's soul in the Frost Soul Sword. Hope to get help from her.

Every plan was so ridiculous, and probably had a little self-comforting effect. Kun Chaan 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 has left a way to find the reincarnation body. This is what Kun Chaos cares about the most, but Zuo Liuying does not have this part of his memory, which makes him extremely angry.

Mu Xingqiu didn't have so many complicated forbidden spells in his mind, and Kun Chaos didn't need to throw a rat weapon. He could completely destroy his body and capture all the memories at the same time.

Mu Xingqiu stood up from the ground with the cane in hand, with only one goal: to survive until the end of the stick of incense.