Hong Futian became more and more confident, he was the first of the Hong Cultivators, in the center of the Broken Flow City Circle, personally controlling the more and more spells gathered in the tower, just like a strong man standing on the embankment, the flood behind him was monstrous, he only needed to stomp his foot lightly, and the flood would pour out, destroying all the enemies in front of him, and he himself was intact.

"Do you still hate the Demon Seed, do you still want to hold the most powerful power in your hands forever? Then I tell you, Yang Qingyin is your worst enemy!"

Hong Futian's whole body was glowing.

"It was I who founded the Hong Cultivators! It was I who brought together the world's scattered cultivators, regardless of human beings and demon races, and it was I who generously donated the natural Dao spells, which greatly increased the strength of the monks! Mu Xingqiu, the natural path has nothing to do with you, you use it to tempt all beings in the world to work for the Dao system, but we have already transformed it into our own weapons! You can't take it away, and the Dao system can't take it away!"

A cloud of white light rushed towards Mu Xingqiu, and the distance of more than ten steps was the same as that of Wu Xingqiu, and the light almost seemed to flash in front of Mu Xingqiu.

He stretched out his right arm, and without casting a special spell, part of his palm was shrouded in light, but he succeeded in blocking the light.

This is indeed a powerful spell, the appearance is a ball of light, containing countless small spells, they rub against each other and stir, from the surrounding continuously absorb the heaven and earth aura and unclean qi that have long accumulated here, and then quickly generate more power.

Hong Futian concentrated on manipulating the spell, and had a premonition that success was imminent, "Return the demon soul to the demon seed, we don't need it." Mu Xingqiu, you died more than ten years ago, you didn't appear during the Battle of Wangshan, and you shouldn't appear now!"

"Do you still believe in the ancient gods?" asked Mu Xingqiu.

Hong Futian was slightly stunned, and then said word by word: "I am one with the ancient gods, I am the ancient gods, and no one can take my place!"

"Nobody wants to rob you of anything. Mu Xingqiu's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire Broken Flow City, and the light cluster blocked by the palm of his hand began to appear small black cracks. The countless small spells inside were still rubbing and stirring, but they looked a little flustered, like a large group of insects trapped in the gauze.

"No one is an ancient god, you are Hong Futian, I am Mu Xingqiu!" The voice suddenly raised, like a thunderclap sounding in the sky above Broken Flow City, the light cluster exploded instantly, and the small spell ran away, dissipating into the air before it ran far, and the tower shook slightly. The aura of heaven and earth and the aura of uncleanness that the Hong Cultivator Society had spent years building up inside were sizzling out of the cracks.

Hong Futian's mood in the tower was also turbulent, and his confidence retreated at a faster speed, the embankment under his feet was collapsing, but he couldn't keep it intact, and the strength he had worked so hard to gather changed his face, and he wanted to swallow his master in one gulp.

"Get out of here, the farther away the better!" Hong Futian's tone was both like an order and a begging, "Yang Qingyin is at sea." It's the overlord there, who occupies the most power, and your son and the demon seed are really good friends!"

Mu Xingqiu made one last effort and made a strange sound from his mouth. It's like the chirping of a big bird, high-pitched and clear, straight into the sky, but when the sound spreads. Each person and every demon hears a different voice, but they can't tell what they hear.

It's like a spell.

This spell is strange and does not entangle with any spells. It also didn't cause harm to any target, and the two or three hundred thousand humans in Broken Flow City and a small number of demon clan monks recalled their respective pasts at the same time, which were the ones they were most proud of.

Ordinary humans feel happy, children giggle, and adults feel that they have changed so much over the years, even if they are women who stay at home, they no longer have the same appearance and mood as they used to be.

Mortals were not invaded by demons, nor did they fall into demons, and after sighing a sigh of emotion, it was as usual.

A large number of monks in Broken Stream City, whether they participated in the circle or not, all felt dizzy while recalling the past, everyone remembered the past differently, and some of the monks suddenly saw the ambition of the past, and the reason why they sought power, either to protect someone, or to achieve a certain noble goal......

After the memory passed, a deep sense of disgust welled up in my heart, although the former self was beautiful, but it seemed weak and hypocritical, will butterflies still like caterpillars? Will eagles still appreciate ugly chicks without hair? Doubtful, the monks stopped casting spells, and none of them dared to say what they really thought in their hearts, and could only look for impossible answers in each other's eyes.

Hong Futian pressed his hands on the windowsill, his body was like a heavy load, a layer of cold sweat appeared, the disgust in his heart was stronger than anyone else, his former self was so stupid that he was hateful, if he saw this kind of person again, he would never show mercy.

"Stop your illusion!" Hong Futian said pantingly, his face bruised, he knew what kind of spell it was, "don't try to manipulate me again...... I'm not afraid of you...... I am...... I'm ......."

Mu Xingqiu let out the last spell, his body turned, and he disappeared with Mr. Qin.

The spell did not spread, but hit the tower directly, the masonry on the tower turned into debris in an instant, falling like a torrential rain, Hong Futian in the top floor was so frightened that he was unable to cast a spell to escape, his hands tightly clung to the window edge, and he squatted down and trembled.

After a long time, the tower stopped shaking violently, and the smoke and dust dispersed, Hong Futian finally regained his calmness, and immediately flew out of the tower, and after dozens of steps, he turned around and looked, his face changed suddenly.

Most of the tower had been destroyed, and the ground was a mess, but there was a stack of masonry still there, swirling upwards and stacking on top of each other, like a vine growing around the tree, the tree was dead, it was still in its original state, the top of the masonry was the top of the tower, as if the vine was bearing fruit.

The only remaining layer of the tower was crumbling, but it never fell, and many monks in Broken Flow City saw this scene and slowly gathered over, not understanding what it meant for Mu Xingqiu to leave this hand.

Hong Futian knew that his state of mind was as sharp as this tower, in the past, he was just an ordinary casual cultivator, even among his own people, he was not a master, but he had never been afraid, he dared to go to see the giant demon king alone, and dared to set an almost impossible grand goal...... Now he was even more powerful, but he trembled with fear in front of a spell.

Hong Futian's face kept changing, and he suppressed his doubts with strong anger, but his doubts dodged left and right flexibly like small insects, and he just refused to leave his mind.

Mu Xingqiu flew silently in the night, and he didn't speak for a long time, and that's all he could do. Let the demons remind them of their old image, and plant doubts in their hearts, maybe someone can get rid of the demon thoughts by their own strength.

Mr. Qin didn't use any force, he was led by Mu Xingqiu to fly, he was neither surprised nor interested in what happened in Broken Flow City, what he cared about was Mu Xingqiu, "There are very few people who can get rid of demonic thoughts on their own, when he wakes up." Finding yourself in the middle of a group of demons, should you be excited or afraid?"

"I can't predict the future. Mu Xingqiu said that this question has been lingering in his mind for a long time, "I will not use the future results to determine what I should do today, I will warn and point out the direction, as for what others will do, it is up to them to decide." ”

After a pause, Mu Xingqiu continued: "I am not a Dao Leader and a Demon Clan, and I have no intention of controlling anyone's behavior. ”

In the matter of "manipulation". The demons are the real masters, no matter how many they are, they can be all as one, and there is only one mistake. More than 130,000 years ago, the demon king allowed some demons to learn Taoism, and as a result, the demons suffered a fiasco.

The soul of the Demon King who made the wrong decision was in Mr. Qin's body, and he had forgotten many things, but this one would not. "What about Yang Qingyin, what about Mu Dong'er, what about Xin Youtao? If there is no accident, they are all in the devil, don't you want to 'manipulate' them? That might be a necessary help. ”

"I'll do my best. Mu Xingqiu hadn't figured out what to do yet. This is also a battle, the opponent is stronger, the shape is more complicated, he still has to use his great power after all, without these powers, he will be helpless, "The changes brought by power are not all bad things. ”

"Of course, it's always good at first. Mr. Qin said lightly.

"Weakness is also a kind of strength, and the weak are less affected by the demon invasion, like a desert, so that the power of the demon seed cannot be connected. The weak are not cute, they still have greed and jealousy, but they also have ideals and friendship......" Mu Xingqiu thought of those people in Daliang and Yelin Town, who did not fall into the devil and warmly welcomed the residents of the state, "If you look at mortals as a whole, there are still slightly more advantages. ”

"If you have to say that, it's not wrong. Mr. Qin's tone was still perfunctory, as if he was thinking about something else, "Since you regard mortals as a whole, you should understand one thing, no matter whether this whole has many advantages or disadvantages, it is not the opponent of the Demon and the Dao, or even the opponent of a small role like the Hong Xiu Society, the reason why the weak are weak is because they cannot unite together, cannot form a whole, and are born to be a plate of scattered sand, and they are only worthy of being a desert among the strong." ”

Mu Xingqiu laughed, "I said that what I want to save is not a human or a demon race, it is me and those relatives and friends I care about, I am just finally convinced of one thing." ”

"What's the matter?" Mr. Qin showed a hint of curiosity for the first time.

"We will live better among mortals. ”

Mr. Qin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed as well, as if he had heard an unexpectedly wonderful answer from some inconspicuous student, "That's why I'm willing to reincarnate over and over again." ”

The sky was slightly bright, the towns on the ground were waking up, most of the mortals were still asleep, but the powerful people who had fallen into the demons had stayed awake all night, they had learned of the return of the nine Taoist priests and the destruction of the Stopping State through various means, and what was happening in the city of Broken Streams was also spreading rapidly, and they, like Hong Futian, were panicking about the power in their hands, for fear that it would be snatched away.

"The demonic invasion is a spell after all, and I think I can get rid of it, but it's not easy. Mr. Qin said.

"Demon Venerable Fa-rectification?" Mu Xingqiu had already guessed.

"Well, it's always harder to save people than to kill, if you want to compete with the powers, I can teach you how to use the method now, if you want to get rid of the demons of the world and give them a chance to choose for themselves, you are still too weak now. ”

"I have to reach the realm of serving the sun?"

Mr. Qin nodded, "This is a difficult pass, you have to be prepared to be put to death and reborn." ”

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