Exorcism

The two groups of Taoist priests stood opposite each other, no one spoke, the breeze blew, the fire on the ground crackled, and the Yaoshan Pass was silent. Although a fierce battle had been fought here, no injured were left.

Silence is fertile ground for wild thoughts, especially for those whose future is bleak.

The Taoist priests on the corpse demon's shoulders gradually showed their uneasiness, looking at each other and moving slightly. Finally, a young Taoist priest couldn't help it anymore. He looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He probably came to join the battle just after reaching the third level of inhalation. Yes, I have thought about victory and death, but I have never thought about being invaded by demons.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, Uncle Ji Yi, it's me, Shen Bucai..."

The half-demon Yin Buchen stood in the shadow next to the corpse demon's head. When he heard the name, he happily interjected: "Hey, what a coincidence, my name is Yin Buchen, and you..."

Shen Buche waved his hand and sent out a ball of fire, and his voice instantly turned into anger, "Shut up!"

The angry Taoist priest's technique was slightly worse. Yin Buchen squatted down with his head in his hands, and barely escaped the spell. The fireball hit a corpse on the neck of the corpse demon, and the blood splattered all over Yin Buchen.

It was the corpse of a flying demon. The human head had a long sharp beak. After being hit, it actually leaned out of the pile of corpses and stared at the Taoist priest who cast the spell with cold eyes. As if still alive.

Shen Buchi was frightened, and his sword flew into the air. A Taoist priest next to him reminded: "Zuo Liuying asked us not to take a step away from the corpse demon."

"Who is Zuo Liuying? I don't know Zuo Liuying. I am a Taoist priest from Yashan. Why should I listen to him?" Shen Buzhe said angrily. Even before withdrawing from Pangshan, the head of the Forbidden Secret Department of Pangshan had a prominent reputation within the Taoist tradition. Of course, Shen Bucai had heard of it, but at this time, he was scared and anxious, and regarded "never seen" as "not seen". know".

Shen Buqi flew towards the row of Yashan Taoist priests on the opposite side and went straight to Shen Jiyi, "Uncle Jiyi, I want you to check me again. I feel that I have not been invaded by demons. Really, I don't believe other people." I only believe in you..."

Shen Jiyi, who usually wore an elegant smile, had an extremely cold expression at this time. He stretched out his right arm to signal Shen Buchi to stop. The Shen family is a large Taoist family with a long history and many members. It is too complicated to talk about seniority. Taoist priests like simplicity and dislike complexity. They usually only call Taoist friends. If they have to have a title, they will just call it random, so Shen Jiyi I don't feel that Shen Buqie is really his "nephew" at all, but I am a little dissatisfied with the name "Uncle Jiyi".

Shen Buche stopped in the air and looked at Shen Jiyi with hope. Behind him, the nearly a hundred Taoist priests on the shoulders of the corpse demon also had a glimmer of hope. What if the bronze mirror was wrong? What if I'm still normal?

Shen Jiyi had a small bronze mirror in his hand, which emitted a ray of light that started from the bun on Shen Buche's head and slowly moved downwards. Shen Buche's heart beat faster, his lips were tightly closed, and his eyes were unblinking. , for fear that any action would be considered a sign of demonic invasion.

The light from the bronze mirror stopped when it moved to his chest. Shen Bu was not allowed to look down. There was a faint green light shaking in the pure white light. He had already seen this green light on the southern battlefield, and it was still on his shoulder. On the top, now it's on the chest, "Is this, is this a demon species? The color is so light, I don't have any special feeling..."

More than a dozen rays of white light came, overlapping with Shen Jiyi's mirror light. The green color of the demon became clearer, and it looked very frightened. It swam nervously within the range of the white light, looking for an impossible way out.

"Don't embarrass Yashan and the Shen family." Shen Jiyi said.

Shen Buzhe was dumbfounded, and the mirror light gradually dissipated, and his face became as pale as paper, "I reached the third level of inhalation a month ago, refined the magic sword ten days ago, and broke a precious old magic weapon before I completed it. Imbued with demons...my mother originally didn't allow me to participate in this battle, but...I didn't expect..."

Shen Buzhe took a deep breath, slowly spit out his inner elixir, and looked at it reluctantly. The inner elixir left his body, and his magic power disappeared quickly. Shen Buqi began to descend to the ground. His eyes swept around, as if he was looking for someone qualified to take over his inner elixir, and finally he held it tightly in his hand.

The magic sword under his feet disappeared, and Shen accidentally fell to the ground. He was not dead yet, but he was already discouraged and unwilling to make any more moves.

A beam of light suddenly shot out from the corpse demon's left forearm. It was much thinner than the light from the bronze mirror and lasted for a very short time. It almost flashed by. It hit Shen Bubu's head. The Taoist priest's body completely softened, and then The whole body was ignited with fire, and the green demon seed flew into the air. The green light was wrapped in flames, and it kept changing its shape. After rising several feet, it exploded with a bang and disappeared without a trace.

This was no ordinary fire. When Shen accidentally fell to the ground, it had been burnt to a pile of ashes, leaving only a few magic weapons and the light yellow inner elixir. It was not affected by the flames and was still crystal clear and round.

Everyone fell into silence again, and a Taoist priest on the corpse demon's shoulder suddenly said loudly: "What are we waiting for? Isn't the final result just death? We are all Taoist priests, and we should be prepared for this. Stop holding on to unnecessary of hope.”

"Yeah, what are you waiting for? There are no monsters to kill here, we are just a bunch of monsters."

The Taoist priests sat down one after another, preparing to use their energy to spit out the inner elixir. Only twenty or thirty people were still standing, but they seemed restless. They hoped to get more instructions from Zuo Liuying.

Zuo Liuying suppressed the effectiveness of the demon species, but could not and could not influence the Taoist priests' own thoughts.

Zuo Liuying didn't speak, and Yin Buchen walked out of the shadows cautiously, "I'm not a Taoist priest, but I think it's better to wait. In the past, I thought that the demon clan only had a few tricks, but later I discovered that the demon clan has just a few tricks. Techniques are also rich and colorful, and everything is possible, so don’t rush to imitate Shen Bucai, miracles may happen. Besides, you should also do something for the orthodoxy..."

"Yes, I want to do something for the Taoist order. Even if I commit suicide, I will kill the demon first!" A standing Taoist priest summoned the iron ruler, but his eyes were fixed on Yin Buchen.

"When you say slay demons, you don't mean me, right? I just did you a big favor..." Yin Buchen laughed and backed away.

It was him that the Taoist priest wanted to kill. The Taoist priests who were sitting all stood up and summoned their magical weapons, all wanting to kill another demon before they died.

It was not Zuo Liuying who saved the half-demon's life, but a loud noise inside the Yaoshan Pass. Immediately afterwards, a powerful air flow surged from the inside to the outside. Nearly a hundred Yashan Taoist priests who were neatly arranged in the air dispersed instantly. The strong ones jumped up and avoided the air current, but the ones with lower magic power were swept away by the air current. They turned around in embarrassment and were blown for more than ten miles before stopping one after another. When they turned back, they found that they were behind the corpse demon.

The corpse demon didn't move, nor did the demon-invading Taoist priests on its shoulders. The corpse demon's thick chest and thick arms blocked the airflow.

"What's going on?" asked questions everywhere, and the Taoist priests who were planning to kill the demon first and then commit suicide gave up and looked uneasily towards the center of Yaoshan Pass, but there was a restriction placed by Yashan there, and they could not see anything.

The Yashan Taoist priests regrouped, and Zhou Qianhui, the head of the Shengong Department, flew back and said loudly: "Retreat, everyone is retreating a hundred miles away and waiting for orders."

The "everyone" in Zhou's first seat did not include the corpse demon and the demon-invading Taoist priests. Zhou Qian came back to the corpse demon and asked, "Zuo Liuying, do you really want to work for the Taoist order?"

Zuo Liuying didn't answer. Zhou Qianhui scanned the faces of the invading Taoist priests, trying to find Zuo Liuying's messenger. As a result, a thin half-demon walked out of the shadows next to the corpse demon's head.

Yin Buchen raised his right arm, his face full of confusion, "There is a voice talking in my head, calling himself Zuo Liuying, he said... he said..."

"What did you say?" Zhou Qianhui asked in a deep voice.

"He said he only wanted to eliminate demons, no matter who he was working for."

There was another loud noise from the center of Yaoshan Pass, and the turbulent air flow surged in again. Zhou Qianhui instantly rose to the sky to avoid this powerful force, and then fell down again. Looking at the motionless body of the corpse demon, his voice softened slightly. , "Okay, there are five demon trees and at least three complete demon species ahead. Please remove them. But I have something to say first. The sword-washing pool is the most precious treasure of Yashan. No one can touch it. The masters of the eight Taoist traditions have reached an agreement. , Amber Taoist is also owned by Yashan, and outsiders are also not allowed to get involved. "

"Wow, the conditions of Taoist tradition are always so harsh. I won't be soft-spoken when asking for help. I admire you." Yin Buchen tilted his head and thought for a while. It seemed that Zuo Liuying had said a lot to him, but when he spoke he replied But it was extremely simple, "He said yes."

Zhou Qianhui was no longer surprised by Zuo Liuying's response. He flew aside and got out of the way. After waiting for a while, the corpse demon did not move. "The demon is eliminated now. Zuo Liuying, what are you waiting for?"

Yin Buchen curled his lips, "He said Yashan has finished raising the conditions, but he hasn't raised them yet."

There was another loud noise and airflow, rising and falling again and again, and his tone became softer and gentler, "Please speak."

"Zuo Liuying's condition is very simple. I think it's too simple." Yin Buchen was not an honest messenger, so he added his own thoughts, "He said that Yashan must make a guarantee not to harm Pangshan disciple Musong." mysterious."

"Mu Songxuan has sword-washing water in his mind," Zhou Qian replied.

"The sword-washing pool is the most precious treasure of Yashan. Everyone knows this. The water in Mu Songxuan's brain will be returned to Yashan sooner or later, but it will have to wait until he dies. With Mu Songxuan's condition, he won't live long, Yashan I have been waiting for Du Fangfeng for more than fifty years, so I don’t care if I have to wait a few more years.”

Zhou Qianhui carefully checked Mu Songxuan's condition and knew that it was indeed impossible for this head to survive forever. Yashan could wait before because the orthodoxy was very stable, and due to the rules of Qishan, it was not easy to grab it forcefully, but now it can The world is in chaos, and Pangshan's strength has dropped sharply. The sooner the sword-washing pool is complete, the sooner Yashan feels at ease.

Zhou Qianhui hesitated for a while, and he was also in contact with the spiritual Taoist priest in Yashan, "Okay, Yashan can wait."

The corpse demon remained motionless, Yin Buchen shook his head, and sighed in disappointment as he could no longer hear Zuo Liuying's voice.

"Zuo Liuying!" Zhou Qianhui raised his voice. The situation was critical now, otherwise he would not have come for help, but Zuo Liuying's delay in taking action made him very dissatisfied.

The corpse demon's mouth opened again, and the bald man was still inside!