The mountain of dust turned into a fog of dust, covering the sky and the sun, looking from afar, it seemed to suddenly grow several times taller, and all the people in it were floating in the air, and when they touched the dust, they could see a few feet at most with the naked eye, only the Taoist priest's heavenly eyes could see farther, and only they could see the slowly rising transparent cover.

There was no dust in the shroud, which was more than a foot in diameter, except for a tall woman, her hair was strangely draped haphazardly, up to her waist, ending in a dark blue, slowly transitioning upwards to pure black.

Mu Dong'er thought that she was a dragon demon, and immediately remembered the matter of Yelin Town, he was at the scene at the time, and saw her change with his own eyes, "Ah, you are not a dragon demon, it is Qin Lingshuang...... Aunt. ”

Mu Dong'er once asked her mother who Qin Lingshuang was, but she didn't get a definite answer, but was reminded that she had to be called "auntie".

Among the people, Zhao Chuye stood tallest, and he couldn't escape the range of spells made by the clone of the Ancestor Tower, which made him shocked and angry, this doppelganger once belonged to him, but there was no mark of him on it, and he didn't recognize the old master at all at this time.

"Another one who came back from the dead. Zhao Chuye didn't care about women, he accumulated all his mana, and planned to fight to the death, he had a lot of ambitions, the most important of which was to survive in this troubled world, "You shouldn't exist!"

Seven beams of light emitted from the hands of the Grandmaster of Xingshan, affected by the clone of the Ancestor Tower, the beam was bent, and it lost its accuracy from the beginning, Zhao Chuye had already prepared, these seven beams of light were just used to attract the attention of others, and he himself jumped down, as if he was diving in the water, the target was not Qin Lingshuang, not Yishi Jun, not Mu Xingqiu, but Mu Dong'er.

There is only one way to end the spell of the Ancestor Tower clone, and that is to kill the target of the clone. Mu Dong'er herself is still at a loss. The stronger have discovered the truth.

In the dust, only Yi Shijun kept smiling, he used the power of the enemy to make the "two girls" wake up faster, and he was triumphant, ready to introduce to everyone who the woman in the transparent shield was, so he didn't see Zhao Shiye's true purpose in time. Only the seven curved beams of light were guarded against, ignoring the caster himself.

Zhao Chuye arrived in front of Mu Dong'er in an instant, staring at him coldly, holding a short sword more than a foot long in his hand, his magic weapons were almost taken away two years ago, and after searching for many days, he only found a few magic weapons of six or seven grades, and the short sword was one of them.

Spells will shift, but blades won't. Zhao Chuye stabbed the short sword at Mu Dong'er with grief and indignation, feeling a trace of mockery, the ancestor's mana is boundless, and the spells issued are still indistinguishable from the enemy and me, and the Taoist priest of the moon mang only charges like a rough mortal soldier, will he get the ancestor's forgiveness and favor after killing Mu Dong'er?

Yi Shijun finally reacted, the smile on his face disappeared suddenly, and he slapped a palm more than a dozen steps away. A cloud of red light smashed towards Zhao Chuye, but it was too late. His spells were also affected by the clone of the Ancestor Tower, although the distance was extremely short, it was still a few inches off, and it swept close to Zhao Zhiye's side, which was considered to have hit the target, but it did not cause much damage.

Mu Dong'er didn't wait for death. He didn't run away, he raised his head, his cheeks bulged, his face turned red, and he was about to spit out a strange ball of fire. But he was a step too late, the fire needed to be charged, and he didn't have time at all, and the white dagger was against his chest.

Only one person rushed over in time, Mu Xingqiu never completely handed over his son's safety to Yi Shijun, even when he was most focused on writing talismans, there was an afterglow staring at Mu Dong'er, as soon as Zhao Chuye's seven beams of light dispersed, he knew that something was wrong, he was too familiar with this kind of play that rushed to the front, even if he lost his memory, he reacted a little faster than others.

On the one hand, there are spells that are about to erupt from the clone of the Ancestor Tower, and on the other hand, Zhao Chuye, who is holding a short sword and can never be merciful, Mu Xingqiu has only one choice: to solve the most urgent threat first.

Zhao Chuye was wiped by the red light of Yi Shijun, his body shook slightly, and then he used force in his hand to stab the short sword into Mu Dong'er's chest, no matter how powerful the spell was, he couldn't miss it.

The short sword pierced nearly two inches, Mu Dong'er's face turned even redder, and Zhao Chuye's body suddenly sank at this moment, and a great force instead of a spell pushed him away from the side.

"You have to kill him!" Zhao Chuye shouted angrily, his palm was infused with mana, and he pushed the short sword forward by another inch, then turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu who pounced on him, and looked at the face that was even more angry than him, "Where did the Taoist priest get his family affection?"

This is not a question, but an accusation, Zhao Chuye does not understand Mu Xingqiu's choice, pushing him away can only let Mu Dong'er live for a while, without Mu Xingqiu's talisman suppression, the spells in the patriarch tower clone will immediately pour out, or will it kill Mu Dong'er, and it is likely to eliminate the other people present by the way.

Mu Xingqiu grabbed Zhao Chuye's neck with both hands, there was no talisman, no spell, only the abundant mana that had just been inhaled in the meridians, he had to save Mu Dong'er, this was not a choice, but instinct and necessity, he didn't need to explain it to anyone, he only regretted one thing, he didn't use every opportunity to kill this Yuemang Daoist two years ago.

Zhao Chuye was casting a spell, he wanted to kill Mu Xingqiu at first, but he soon became self-preservation, the other party injected too much mana, disturbing his meridians and Santian, no spell could be formed, and he could only fight with pure mana.

They are like two dead leaves entangled in a whirlwind, fluttering under the influence of the clones of the Ancestor Tower.

Zhao Chuye couldn't hold on, Mu Xingqiu's mana was not generated by Neidan, but from the transformation of spells, naturally aggressive, in Mu Xingqiu's meridians are still not honest, and it is even more rampant when it enters the body of outsiders, so arrogant that it is like a hundred wild boars attacking the orderly princely mansion, if the people in the mansion are prepared, they may be able to annihilate all the invaders, and they are suddenly attacked by surprise, and they have no power to fight back at once.

Zhao Chuye attacked Mu Dong'er at close range, but in front of Mu Xingqiu, who was better at hand-to-hand combat, he was in a completely weak position.

"You promised me......" Zhao Chuye said in a dumb voice, even in this case, he refused to beg for mercy directly, but reminded Mu Xingqiu that there was still a promise that had not been fulfilled.

It was two years ago that Zhao Chuye agreed to cooperate with Mu Xingqiu to write the talisman, but put forward one condition: Mu Xingqiu would teach him the method of absorbing mana. After Fu Cheng, Shi Hanyuan blew Zhao Chuye hundreds of miles away with a spell, so that the transaction was never completed.

Mu Xingqiu clearly remembered this incident, he stared at the blue tendons and violent eyes on Zhao Zhiye's face, gritted his teeth and said, "Here you go." ”

Mu Xingqiu can't teach it, he can absorb spells and transform them into mana, it's completely involuntary behavior, he made a promise at the time, he wanted to use the wisdom of the Taoist priest to clear the veins, now everything has changed, Zhao Chuye wants the method, and Mu Xingqiu will hand over all the memories he has to him.

He didn't remember the spell that transmitted his memory, and he didn't need a spell, Zhao Chuye's mind was in front of him, and the Mud Pill Palace, which was in charge of the guardian, had been swept away by the domineering mana, and he couldn't stop anything.

Mu Xingqiu stuffed all his little memories into it, he didn't even know how he did it, anyway, it was very easy, and with the memories poured in a large amount of mana, sharper than a short sword, piercing deeper.

Zhao Chuye's mind was confused, and he saw many strange scenes, several of which were himself, and at the same time, his own memories were rapidly disappearing, faster than the snow masses that had been scorched by the flames.

The whole process was quite short, after less than half a circle in the dust mountain, Mu Xingqiu could no longer detect Zhao Chuye's mana, so he let go of his hand and turned to look back. Mu Dong'er was held in the arms of Yi Shijun, without spitting out the fire ball in her mouth, her face turned from red to white, and she was looking at "Jintuan" with surprised eyes.

Mu Xingqiu breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the clone of the Ancestor Tower who had been abandoned by him, hoping that there would be time to remedy it, but he knew very well that this was impossible, the spells in the tower were too powerful, and without him continuing to write talismans, the others would not be able to hold on for even a short while.

But the spell didn't leak any more, another person took his place, the woman who was both familiar and unfamiliar broke the transparent shield, flew to Mu Xingqiu's original position, pressed her left hand on the flame, and changed the spell with her right hand.

She didn't use a talisman, but the effect was better, and the flames on the tower were slowly shrinking.

Mu Xingqiu was very surprised, not only because someone could play and suppress the powerful spells in the tower, but also because this woman's methods were very similar to his, she could absorb spells and turn them into mana, her fingers were also flexible and changeable, Mu Xingqiu could write ten fingers and write in an instant, and the woman's five fingers were straight or curved, and she could pinch out three or five magic moves at the same time.

This woman's method is more mature and effective, in comparison, she is the real disciple, Mu Xingqiu is just a stealer who hides outside the wall and glimpses a few tricks.

It didn't take long for the flames on the Patriarch Tower's body to be extinguished, and the Dust Mountain could no longer maintain its form, and it collapsed in an uproar and spread in all directions.

Halfway up the mountain, the talisman masters fell one after another, and finally they were able to fly again, Luo Xiaoliuer also fell to the ground, his position was as high as five or six hundred zhang, and he would definitely die if he fell, the lion shook his head, threw him on his back, and slowly landed.

Feifei, Bald, and the group of children fell backwards at the same time, stood up at the same time, and flew towards Mu Dong'er together.

In the chaos, Di Yuanfu and Shi Yan flew away quietly, and Zhao Chuye's body was wrapped in dust and fell, and no one cared for him.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at his son again, Mu Dong'er was smiling and reassuring his companions that he was okay. He flew up to the woman and stared at her, and the relevant memories seemed to fly right in front of him, shaking him a little dizzy.

"You are ......" Mu Xingqiu felt that more than one name was on his lips.

The woman smiled, kind and wise, "If you can come out, it means that my mission is finally over, and I can do what I want, first of all, please let me introduce you to an acquaintance." ”

The woman's smile disappeared when she said it would disappear, but the kindness was still there, "Be careful." She said.

Mu Xingqiu felt an inexplicable power from the Mud Pill Palace, but the source was not Neidan, it was like a sword stabbing straight down, penetrating the Jiang Palace and the Lower Dantian, and in a trance, he remembered something again.

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