Chapter 0627: Unfettered Soul

Before Meng Yuanhou's soul was sucked into the Frost Soul Sword, it had been blessed by Zuo Liuying's spell and therefore became controllable. Even so, Mu Xingqiu had to be careful when using it, and he had to find ways to contain the power every time. One exception was the exception. He couldn't cast spells himself. Shen Shang was unable to cast powerful spells. He could only summon the jade axe, stimulate the soul inside, eliminate the spell blessing, and then let everything take its course.

Meng Yuanhou's soul was finally free, unfettered freedom.

The suction force is relatively weak at first, and Shen Shang is the weakest, so he feels it most clearly. Mu Xingqiu's illusion had left, and Shen Shang returned to normal. When he found that he was driven by a force towards the jade ax more than ten steps away, he couldn't help but be shocked, "What kind of magic weapon is this? It doesn't distinguish between friend and foe."

Mu Xingqiu grabbed Shen Shang's arm and said, "Don't fight with it."

"I won't fight, I guess I can't fight either." Shen Shang honestly controlled his power, feeling more and more that this fight was beyond his understanding.

The next thing that was attracted were two drops of sword-washing pool water. One drop was in Mu Xingqiu's hand, and the other had just risen more than ten feet high. They were both in the form of orbs. At this time, they flew towards the jade ax in mid-air at a slow speed. , but without any hesitation.

Mu Xingqiu lost the help of the sword-washing pool, and Wuxu's illusion skills immediately weakened a lot. He was only at a slight disadvantage at first, but now he was defeated like a mountain. Zhou Qi's illusion skills swept over him, and Mu Xingqiu could only withdraw his own illusion skills. , there is no other choice.

This is the most dangerous moment. If the enemy's illusion attacks his mind, Mu Xingqiu will become a cripple even if he doesn't die.

This was also the moment when the situation changed drastically. The soul in the jade ax was out of control, and the suction force quickly became stronger. The water in the sword washing pool lost the form of a pearl and returned to the shape of two drops of water. They collided together more than ten steps away from the jade ax. , gather into a drop of water.

Mu Xingqiu took a risk and bet that Taoist priests were more concerned with magic weapons, and that Meng Yuanhou's soul could absorb even ethereal illusions.

He guessed the first item correctly. Zhou Qi's demon illusion had touched Mu Xingqiu's forehead and suddenly pulled it back. Zhou Qi made a choice between killing Mu Xingqiu immediately or seizing the treasure. He understands the power of the water in the sword-washing pool, and also sees the difference in the soul in the jade axe. He wants both, but if it is too late, the water in the sword-washing pool will merge with the jade axe, and the result will be unpredictable. Zhou Qi must try his best to prevent this from happening.

The second thing that Mu Xingqiu expected did not come true. Meng Yuanhou's soul did exert suction on illusions, but the suction had not yet reached its peak and had little effect on certain spells.

Mu Xingqiu and Shen Shang couldn't stop what the Taoist priest wanted.

The jade ax and a drop of water flew towards the forest at the same time, and Zhou Qi finally appeared. He was floating a few feet above Bing Kui's head. He might have just flown here, or he might have been here all along.

As the distance increased, the suction force Shen Shang felt weakened, but he became even more panicked. He turned to look at Mu Xingqiu, "Is this part of your plan? All the good things have been taken away."

"Wait a moment." Mu Xingqiu stared at the enemy a hundred steps away.

Zhou Qi holds the jade ax in one hand and the water in the sword-washing pool with the other. The scars on his body have disappeared, and his long black beard hangs smoothly on his chest. His expression is as majestic as a statue, but his voice is contemptuous, "I once had such a man." What a rare treasure, you must feel that you are special, right? Yes, high-level Taoist priests once had the enthusiasm to support the underachievers, and I was the same. More than 600 years ago, I paid special attention to a young Taoist priest who was smarter than you. , and he was more savvy than you. It’s a pity that he died. He wanted to create a powerful new spell, but he killed himself before he was three hundred years old.”

Zhou Qi is not just remembering the old man, but is also using a series of Dengzhuke spells to suppress the soul in the jade ax and turn it into an obedient puppet.

"Then your vision is not very good, and it is not as good as Zuo Liuying." Shen Shang was not qualified to participate in the fight, so he joined in the bickering, "Mu Xingqiu is less than thirty years old, and he has accomplished less than three years of your achievements. There are many disciples who are hundreds of years old.”

Shen Shang didn't recognize Zhou Qi's disciples at all, he just refused to admit defeat.

Zhou Qi still pretended that he didn't exist, his eyes were fixed on Mu Xingqiu, and then suddenly turned to the jade ax in his hand, "This must be the soul of Taoist Amber. It's a bit interesting, very interesting."

Mu Xingqiu only guided Meng Yuanhou's soul, and never suppressed it. He never even tried, not only because of his lack of strength, but also out of respect. In his mind, Meng Yuanhou was always Mengdu's teacher. .

Zhou Qi is proficient in almost all spells in Dengzhuke, so it is natural for him to want to tame the soul. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

Mu Xingqiu was waiting for this opportunity. Zhou Qi had been greedy his whole life, so he knew that the opportunity was coming.

Mu Xingqiu cast a spell again. Strictly speaking, it was not a real spell. It was the suction force he realized when he was tortured by Zhou Qi in the dragon cave. It was similar to the soul of Meng Yuanhou, but weaker because he had to retain a trace of it. Stay awake to prevent yourself from becoming an amber Taoist priest.

Suction is not considered a spell, so it is uncontrollable. Once it takes effect, it radiates in all directions. Shen Shang felt the strong suction again and had to go back to back with Mu Xingqiu, "Here we go again, what's going on?"

Shen Shang has worked very hard to control the inner elixir, but there is still a little magic power in his body that cannot be eliminated no matter what, and will still be affected by the suction.

"The fight is not over yet." The first power Mu Xingqiu inhaled was the restriction that filled the surrounding area.

Zhou Qi shook his head gently, "Persistence is a good quality, but going too far is stubbornness and stupidity. Mu Xingqiu, didn't I tell you that the magic power of the Taoist priests is different from yours, and you can't absorb it."

"Then throw them away as garbage."

Mu Xingqiu is not an ordinary Taoist priest, but a Taoist priest whose meridians are completely destroyed, and the destroyer is Zhou Qi.

Normal meridians are worth cherishing, but Mu Xingqiu doesn't care at this time. The magic power transformed by the prohibition rolls over the broken meridians, like a car loaded with thousands of pounds passing through a street full of rubble, leaving deep ruts wherever it passes.

Mu Xingqiu is equivalent to destroying his own meridians again, and the pain has not diminished at all. He can only endure it, with his eyes wide open, and veins on his tense muscles are visible. The inner elixir is unable to absorb this special power, so he guides them to the crimson palace, accumulates them for a while, and then pours them out all at once.

The magic power of the Taoist priest went around in the broken meridians, no longer belonging to anyone, nor transformed into any spells. It simply and directly entered the air, making a deafening noise and completely disappeared.

After three loud noises, Mu Xingqiu's suction became stronger and conflicted with the suction in the jade axe. The two sides pulled each other, and the invisible restrictions within a few miles were destroyed, revealing a visible form. It was hundreds of colorful spells, which strengthened and protected each other, forming a powerful whole, and now flowed to Mu Xingqiu and the jade axe respectively.

After seven loud noises, the jade axe in Zhou Qi's hand moved.

Meng Yuanhou's soul suction was stronger, but Zhou Qi was casting a spell to suppress it, but it was not as strong as Mu Xingqiu.

"Hey, the fight is not over. You want to commit suicide, I'll give you a chance." Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, gradually relaxed the suppression of the soul, and the jade axe stabilized again.

Shen Shang, who was standing behind Mu Xingqiu, was increasingly shocked. He had lived for more than a hundred years, but he had never seen or heard of such a fight.

The Jade Axe gradually gained the upper hand, and Mu Xingqiu absorbed less and less mana, but the pain was alleviated.

This fight lasted for a short time, and the suction of the Jade Axe did not rise steadily as Zhou Qi wished. After reaching a certain level, its suction completely exploded.

This power exploded too suddenly, and Mu Xingqiu could not have expected it, and Zhou Qi could not have predicted it. Before he could cast any spells, the water from the sword-washing pool in his other hand had already flown to the Jade Axe and merged with it.

The suction instantly rose to another level, and even Zhou Qi could not take it lightly. He cast different Lantern and Candle spells and Demon spells in succession, trying to control the soul in the Jade Axe. He had a simple idea: Mu Xingqiu had controlled souls for his own use, so he had no problem.

With another bang, the ice monster below Zhou Qi exploded. The ice monster was restricted by the spell and could not leave the spot. In the struggle between the two forces, it had no choice but to explode. Before the freezing power was released, it was sucked into the jade axe.

The bald man rose up with a whoosh, and the mucus shell wrapped outside was seriously deformed.

Mu Xingqiu and Shen Shang were also sucked up. Although they were more than a hundred steps apart, they were only a little later than the bald man. Mu Xingqiu grabbed the bald man with his left hand to prevent the mucus shell from breaking, and pressed his right hand on the jade axe to resist the suction inside.

Mu Xingqiu and Zhou Qi were only four or five feet apart. They looked at each other, but no one spoke, and no one could attack the other.

Zhou Qi was much stronger, but his spell was sucked away by the jade axe as soon as it came out. Mu Xingqiu used suction to counter suction, which was easier, but he could not spare the energy to perform the mind illusion.

"This is impossible." Zhou Qi finally spoke.

"You are wondering why you can't control the soul in the jade axe." Mu Xingqiu guessed Zhou Qi's doubts, "This is where you are not as good as Zuo Liuying."

"I know more about the magic of the Lantern and Candle School than the Grandmaster of Luanjing Mountain." Zhou Qi said coldly, but he had changed from trying to control the soul to fully protecting himself.

"Zuo Liuying is smarter than you. He uses illusions on the soul and creates a perfect environment for practice. The suction of the soul will disappear only when it is in the mind, and it will generate suction when it is out of the mind. The magic of the Lantern and Candle School can only be used to guide this suction, but not to control the soul."

When Mu Xingqiu put Meng Yuanhou's soul into the Frost Soul Sword, Zuo Liuying was by his side and performed a complex illusion. He never said how to treat this soul. The subsequent use and guidance were all Mu Xingqiu's own guesses.

Zhou Qi's expression changed slightly, because he knew that the soul that merged with the water of the sword washing pool would no longer be affected by any illusions.

"You will die here too." The only thing Zhou Qi could control was not to make his voice too angry.

Mu Xingqiu asked without turning his head: "Shen Shang, are you afraid of death?"

"Yes." Shen Shang had difficulty speaking, his voice became strange, but there was no fear in it, "But it's still worthwhile to die with the Taoist priest."

Shen Shang's worthwhile, Zhou Qi's unprofitable. He wanted to escape, but it was too late. The magic power was leaking from every pore of his body. There was no way to form a spell in the crimson palace. He didn't have time to control the inner elixir to stop generating magic power like Shen Shang.

Mu Xingqiu held the bald man in front of Zhou Qi. Under the pull of two forces, the mucus shell became as soft and changeable as foam, relying on a delicate balance to avoid breaking.

The bald man inside had already fallen asleep, but his eyes were open, and his dull and lifeless eyes faced Zhou Qi.

"Don't bully the bald man."

Even if they died together, Mu Xingqiu had to tell Zhou Qi this.