The ritual of removing the curse was not complicated, Fang Fang took out a piece of candle, let the bald man wrap it around a wisp of head, and then recited a scripture softly, pressed his palm on Mu Xingqiu's heart, recited the scripture for a while, and said calmly: "Learn my movements." ”

Mu Xingqiu's heart fluttered, and he glanced at each other with the bald man who was hanging in the air as a wax platform, the bald man blinked, without any special expression, and neither did Fang Fang on the other side, so he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on Fang Fang's heart, carefully, as if he was picking a ripe Bo Gongying.

Fangfang's chanting was close to chanting, and an ordinary inn courtyard was gradually filled with a sense of holiness, and there was no more suitable atmosphere for removing the curse.

Not long after, Fang Fang withdrew her palm, stared at Mu Xingqiu quietly for a while, and said with a smile: "It's over." ”

Mu Xingqiu hurriedly retracted his arm and shook it twice meaninglessly, as if he was very tired.

The bald man watched the whole ceremony sternly, "Do you think I don't understand anything, and you don't even carry me behind my back......!"

Mu Xingqiu's hands were quick, and he stuffed a wisp of head into the bald man's mouth, telling Fang Fang that the sword was flying. He couldn't stay any longer, but this scene would always be in his heart, and he would never tell it to outsiders.

He left with a warm feeling, just in time, the day after Silver Feather came to challenge, a cold rain fell in Broken Flow City.

When the day dawned, the drizzle was hazy, like an eternal gray fog, and everyone just complained that it had just rained after the autumn frost, and God was really not sympathetic enough to the common people, and did not particularly care, after all, this is not a particularly rare strange thing.

At breakfast, the rain was heavier, and every drop of rain carried a hint of coldness, and persistently knocked on the street and the roof, as if the guests who did not know how to be polite had to send the gifts that the hosts hated to the door. The cold rain has achieved its goal, and the city of Broken Stream has long been overcrowded. Many of the refugees were confined to simple makeshift huts outside the city, unable to stop the cold guest, who had to come and go as he pleased.

The chill is getting deeper and deeper, and the hot breakfast has become cold from the stove to the table, and eating it in the stomach not only does not provide warmth, but is like swallowing a piece of ice, making the body cold from the inside out.

It's close to noon. The cold rain finally stopped, but the fog refused to disperse, and the sun in the sky showed its side perfunctorily, so it stopped in the distance and was willing to be a spectator, refusing to help Broken Flow City disperse the cold fog.

Even then, everyone didn't think it was too unusual. It's just that the year is not good, first the demon soldiers invaded the Xijie country like never before, and then this cold and evil weather makes life more difficult.

"It's best to freeze all the demon soldiers to death on the road. "Some people had good expectations, but they were quickly shattered, and news came from the side of Tokaikoku that the autumn was crisp and sunny on the other side of the river. The cold rain and cold fog only stopped west of the Jiehe River, and refused to cross half a step.

That's weird.

Then another group of new refugees arrived, and they had been patrolling for more than half a day dozens of miles away, and there was really no way to go before they had the courage to enter the city of Broken Stream, and according to them, it was only a drizzle ten miles outside the city, and it was not so cold.

The do-gooders went to the west of the city to check, and it was indeed so. The cold fog only shrouded Broken Flow City, although the boundary was not very clear, vaguely the cursed boundary that Silver Feather Fan Dong had drawn with demon fire last night.

"Demon fire demarcates the ground, and with this as the boundary, those who come out of this line will be punished. Vadong's seemingly meaningless threat was fulfilled, and the refugees were all annoyed when they heard it, and regretted entering the city.

"Both General Mu and Broken Flow City have been cursed. ”

"The demon soldier will be killed in seven days. Before that, there were such visions every day. ”

"Why didn't the immortals make a move?"

The immortals have been busy figuring this out.

At the beginning of the cold rain in the morning, the Taoist priests who went out to inspect had already seen that the rain was only falling on the city of Broken Stream, and immediately returned to the city to report. The first thing that came to the mind of the Taoist priests was also a "curse", but they were not as panicked as ordinary people, but believed that it was just a demonic art.

"Curses are indeed a form of sorcery. Mu Xingqiu said that he accepted Fangfang's ritual of removing the curse last night, and also listened to some introductions about the curse, "Only the demon clan will curse, that is a privilege of the demon king, as long as it is the cursed person he designates, all the demons in the world must rise up to attack it, and those who disobey will suffer cruel torture." ”

Shen Hao snorted, "The demon clan is extinct, and their curse is useless. ”

"The demons are not completely extinct. Xiao Qingtao whispered, "There are also demon seeds, isn't the blood baby who first came out with the curse also a descendant of the demon race?"

"So what? The Demon King is finished, the Blood Infant is not even a real demon, who cares about his curse? This is a demon spell, as long as you find the root of it, you can remove it. ”

Shen Hao's point of view was supported by everyone, so several Taoist priests went to look for it separately, each of them had a set of magic weapons, bronze mirrors, lamps and candles, etc., but a whole morning passed, the cold rain turned into cold fog, and the Taoist priests flew all over the Broken Flow City, but still did not find any clues.

Mu Xingqiu was in charge of an area of Dongcheng, he went to the inn first, and Zuo Liuying didn't let anyone come out to explain or help.

Mu Xingqiu rose high in the sky, and his heavenly eyes could pass through the cold fog and see the Dongjie ** camp on the opposite bank, where there were a thousand soldiers, refusing to help neighboring countries, but they kept digging trenches and building high walls along the coast day and night, as if they felt that the Jiehe River was not deep enough.

Mu Xingqiu wondered about this, once the hordes of flying demons were killed, what was the significance of such a fortification? Doesn't Dongjieguo understand that in the face of the demon army, there is no so-called defense of the city, and the only choice is to take the initiative to attack, and there is still a chance to fight to the death in the field.

The mind spell specializes in people's hearts, Mu Xingqiu has already tasted some sweetness, but the more he comes into contact with people's hearts, the more confused he feels, just like those scattered cultivators, their feelings are indeed a little passionate and generous and hatred of the enemy, but they are as erratic as their inner dan, like a boat in the stormy waves, suddenly soaring straight into the sky, eager to rush out of the city to find the demon clan to fight, and suddenly sink into the abyss, a simple demon magic can scare it into retreat.

Mu Xingqiu went to the barracks on a special trip, and he was calm on the surface, hiding in the house with the soldiers, and he didn't notice the special features of this rain, but at least ten people came to recommend themselves to him, claiming that a simple spell could get rid of this ghost weather, but he needed this and that, but there was no one in Broken Stream City.

Hong Futian was one of the very few monks who were now anomalous, standing alone on the wall next to the military camp. Looking at the other side, his brow furrowed.

"Qi Wusupreme is closer to the demons than I thought. He said to Mu Xingqiu, who was beside him, "Since the sneak attack on Pang Mountain, he has used demon spells more and more, which is not a good thing. ”

Among all the weirdos that Mu Xingqiu has come into contact with, Hong Futian is the most elusive, and he has a firm heart. In the face of the threat of death, there is no fear and hesitation, even braver than some Taoist priests, and the goal is also very clear, that is, to unite a qiē force to fight against the demons, and there are obvious signs of pro-demon on the surface of Qi Wushang. Immediately became his enemy.

But his gaze was too far away, ignoring what was happening around him, even if he was in a dangerous city, what he was thinking about was not how to defeat the upcoming demon army, but the counterattack of the demon clan within a thousand years.

"It should be taught to Qi Wushang by the Emperor of the Different History, he is the communicator between the demons and the demons, and he is also the main messenger of the demon clan's actions. ”

"Strange History. Hong Futian repeated the name several times. "I saw him once, in the country of sacrifice, he was not very tall, and he wore a bearskin coat with the hem of his coat hanging down from the ground, and only a round head was exposed. I already believed in the Ancient God Sect, and after listening to the words of the Strange History, I suddenly understood. The Cult of the Old Gods is not just a faith, it is the only organization that can unite the forces of all parties, even those from far away. One day, I will go to the Far Desert Peninsula in the west, where it is said that there are many ancient powers hidden and never want to participate in the Dao Demon War, this time I will persuade them to fight against the demons together. ”

The more Hong Futian spoke, the more excited he became. Mu Xingqiu listened quietly, because he knew that the monk was motivating himself, and he needed an extremely ambitious goal to get him through the predicament in front of him.

The two were silent for a moment, the opposite of the icy drizzle. Hong Futian's excitement was gradually rising, and he persuaded himself to regain that great sense of mission, "I want to go to see Qi Wusupreme." ”

Although he could feel the other party's affection, Mu Xingqiu was still taken aback when he heard this, "He will kill you." ”

"Someone has to tell him that he is making a big mistake, it is not just the Dao system and the human race that the demon clan wants to destroy, but this world, and the demon clan will not be spared at that time. ”

"Lacquer Supreme will not hesitate to kill you. ”

Hong Futian turned to Mu Xingqiu, his whole body was wet with rain, and he looked very wolf, only his eyes were bright, like two inextinguishable flames, "Then he will take what I say more seriously." ”

Mu Xingqiu couldn't understand this person's feelings, "Then you won't have a chance to go to the Far Desert Peninsula." ”

"Someone will go for me. ”

Mu Xingqiu cautiously remained silent and did not answer this sentence.

Hong Futian waited for a while, "I'll come out, if it's convenient, I hope you can take care of my apprentice, sometimes he is too enthusiastic and needs someone to control him." ”

It was Hong Futian himself who needed to be prosecuted, but Mu Xingqiu did not give any more advice, he was a Taoist priest of Pangshan, and he would not interfere with other people's behavior, "If Ouyang Li still stays in Broken Flow City, he will get the care he deserves in the war." ”

This is an obvious perfunctory sentence, but Hong Futian showed a happy smile, "I have a hunch, I won't die, we will meet again, and then you will be even more amazing than now." ”

Hong Futian summoned a huge magic sword, stepped forward, and said loudly: "The rain came from the sky, and the rainman should also be on it." ”

Hong Futian flew away, if he hadn't spoken very methodically, Mu Xingqiu would have suspected that there was something wrong with this person's brain, and he brought a group of unstable scattered cultivators to support the defense of Broken Flow City, and suddenly abandoned everyone and flew away alone, and flew to the enemy camp.

Mu Xingqiu looked up at the sky, the rain was dripping on his face, he didn't feel cold at all, the eyes of the sky were looking upward, through the rain and fog and dark clouds, until he couldn't see clearly, he had never flown so high.

Mu Xingqiu's imperial sword rose, stayed above the city wall for a moment, and then kept flying upward, getting higher and higher, and the rain stopped halfway, but the cold fog was still there, and he continued to rise.

He didn't know how high he had flew, but suddenly there was a light in front of him, he had already flown above the clouds, the air had become extremely thin, he had to cast a spell to control his breathing, and the magic sword under his feet also became shaky.

But he was finally able to see the truth, and a group of unclean qi that had gathered in the northwest stretched out a thin branch, which swelled into a rain cloud above the Broken River City hundreds of miles away.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the route of the unclean qi, it is necessary for a demon to cast a demon in the middle of the way, and Mu Xingqiu also saw that it was an iron-spine dragon that was supposed to live in the sea.

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