Exorcism

Bingkui doesn't even have the ability to adapt to changing circumstances. Will there be emotions, thoughts, and memories that can be captured by the mind illusion technique? If it weren't for Zuo Liuying's words, and if the current situation wasn't so critical, Mu Xingqiu would probably never have considered this issue, let alone tried it.

The power of one thought can stir up the hearts of all enemies.

Mu Xingqiu had heard these eight words a long time ago, but he had never taken them seriously. If there were ten thousand human beings, the mental illusion technique might be able to push their existing emotions, making the sad ones even sadder, the angry ones even angrier, and the happy ones even more. I'm even happier, but that's all. Illusion can't create an emotion out of thin air, it can't directly command ten thousand people to do this or that, and it can't destroy them in a single thought.

For Mu Xingqiu, the Pragmatic Illusion Technique is a means of assistance, and it is a somewhat underhanded and insidious method. It should be used as little as possible. He prefers to directly use the Pragmatic Illusion Technique to defeat the enemy with lightning.

But this time lightning couldn't defeat tens of thousands of ice kings. Mu Xingqiu saw that not only had the appearance of these ice kings changed, but they were also more resistant to spells. Even Yang Qingyin's Taiyin Fire It would take a while to roast Bing Kui who walked into it, and the other demon clan's sorcery could only slightly slow down their progress.

The Wuxu Illusion Technique swept over the Taoist priests, and Mu Xingqiu felt a helpless feeling of resignation. Taoist priests are Taoist priests after all. They used to be in a state of mind, and they also had ups and downs because of accepting the method of re-annihilation. Now they have both of them. Abandoned, they could not die calmly, nor did they just want to fight or wait to die like the demon clan. They tried to let nature take its course: Yang Qingyin needed the blood of a Taoist priest, so they provided it, and they refused to fall into coma, enduring the clear Pain; if someone ordered them to rush towards Bingkui, they would risk their lives, but they would not have any hope of victory.

The illusion continued to expand, picking up a bravery mixed with fear in a group of beast monsters. They were actually afraid of Bingkui in their hearts, and they were no less afraid of Bingkui than other monsters, but their methods of dealing with them were different, like those straight trees. , would rather break than bend, they roar and fight to fight fear, even to the point of voluntarily committing suicide.

The illusion technique advances rapidly and comes into contact with more and more complex emotions. The monsters who are fighting may not be the bravest. The monsters who sit there and wait for death may not all be cowardly. There are also emotions such as disappointment, confusion, calmness, etc. Those calm monsters He just felt that the battle was completely meaningless, so he would rather sit there and think about other things, with his eyes open, but not look at the killing happening around him or listen to the screams that came into his ears.

"Mu Xingqiu, help quickly, I can't hold it anymore! We have to rush out immediately. Why didn't Zuo Liuying come?" Yang Qingyin concentrated on using the lunar fire, and did not notice the invisible illusion passing by. Thinking that Mu Xingqiu was watching the enemy's situation.

"Wait a little longer, maybe we don't have to escape." Mu Xingqiu replied loudly, his illusion finally reached Bingkui.

"Wait a little longer, and everyone's blood will be used up... I can last for a quarter of an hour at most!" Yang Qingyin carefully controlled the spell. She could not let any Taoist priest die in her hands. If she was desperate, When the time comes, she will end the Taiyin Fire and let all Taoist priests make their own choices.

Mu Xingqiu did not answer. He was raising his illusion skills to the limit to capture Bingkui's emotions and thoughts.

This is a group of monsters created by magic. The only life they have is the small seed in their heart, but they also have emotions, which are smoke-like and ethereal emotions that are even more difficult to capture than the illusion itself.

Mu Xingqiu failed to capture these emotions, because it was more difficult than fetching water with a bamboo basket or catching the wind with his hands. No matter how careful and hard he tried, Bingkui's emotions always passed by the illusion.

Emotion is the outermost layer of the "heart". Only by grasping it can the illusion follow the clues to find Bingkui's thoughts and memories, and thus discover the location of the mastermind.

Mu Xingqiu used all his strength, his inner alchemy turned crazily, and his magic power poured into his body like spring water. He concentrated on illusions, but he was still a little short of it. He was like a woman with old eyes and dim eyes, struggling to do it. Give a needle a thread, and the slightest difference will lead to failure over and over again.

The water in the sword washing pool in Mu Xingqiu's hand changed at this moment.

It did not turn into a powered magic sword, but turned into a whip, a light-colored whip like water.

Mu Xingqiu swung out his whip, and the long whip of water rushed to a height of more than a hundred feet in an instant, and then exploded, with water droplets splashing everywhere. Each water droplet flew a certain distance before bursting again, producing more water droplets, and so on. , and soon covered an area within several miles.

Every drop of water is blessed with illusion.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized that it was not that the attack range of the mental illusion technique was too small, but that he cast the spell improperly.

Nian Xin is one of the eighteen Taoist subjects. It is dominated by Nian Xin illusion, and it also has many auxiliary spells. Mu Xingqiu has almost never learned it. He has only practiced illusion and some low-level boxing and whip techniques. The advantage is that Illusion skills improve very quickly, but the disadvantage is that they are not systematic and far from being able to exert the power that illusions should have.

It's like two samurai, equally matched in terms of strength, speed, reaction, etc. However, if one is bare-handed and the other is fully armed and has a mount to ride on, their strength will suddenly be completely different.

Mu Xingqiu's mental illusion technique was almost equivalent to using his bare hands.

The Sword Washing Pool is indeed one of the nine great treasures of Taoism. Not only can it change its form at will, it can also make up for the biggest shortcomings of the caster. Mu Xingqiu's illusion skills have finally gained some weapons.

He captured Bingkui's emotions and could even describe them accurately. It was a feeling of confusion and fear when walking on the road at night. He knew that there might be a deep ditch, a cliff or a dead end ahead, but he did not dare to stop because There seems to be something more terrifying chasing behind me, getting closer and closer...

Mu Xingqiu has never found such uniform emotions in a group. Every Bingkui's confusion and fear are the same, no more, no less.

The illusion continued, and Bingkui's emotions were not worth provoking. What Mu Xingqiu was looking for was memory. Destroying memory would destroy the powerful enemies around him - he believed Zuo Liuying's judgment more and more.

The whip of water flow was raised again. The first batch of water droplets had not completely dissipated. The second batch came again. The old and new water droplets stirred up each other, producing more and wider water droplets. Each drop was crystal clear, like scattered pieces. The diamonds are like falling stars, like endless fireworks flickering in the snowflakes in the sky.

Many monsters who were sitting on the ground waiting to die raised their heads and looked at the wonders in the sky. They were amazed and stood up one after another. They slowly felt an indescribable excitement. Some monsters took out three statues of gods and murmured. Muttering prayers, others raised their arms, trying to catch a drop of water from the air.

The fighting monsters raised their heads, and instantly felt that their hearts were hit by something. They didn't want to be killed by Bingkui, and their desire for survival exceeded everything else, but they also didn't want to fight anymore, didn't want to run away, and didn't even want to avoid being killed. A fatal blow approaching him.

The Taoist priests also raised their heads, saw the wonderful sight, and realized that it contained extremely powerful magic. This magic was soothing and intoxicating. The demons stared at the water drops in the sky, but the Taoist priests only stared at it. A drop of water, everyone's eyes are staring at a drop of water, and they see different scenes from it, which are their most missed memories.

The weapon in Bingkui's hand was still landing, but his movements were slightly stiff.

In Xiao Hao's eyes, the water drops were just water drops. "The snow hasn't finished falling yet, and it's raining again. What kind of crazy weather is this? Mu Xingqiu, are you going to turn everyone into popsicles?" But she He also stretched out his hand, wanting to catch a drop of water and take a closer look.

Yang Qingyin's lunar fire disappeared, and she could no longer absorb blood from other Taoist priests. After staying for a while, she also had doubts like Xiao Hao. She looked at Mu Xingqiu in the air and was about to speak to urge her. It reached my mouth and I swallowed it back, feeling an inexplicable throbbing in my heart.

All the other eyes saw were water drops, but what she saw was a young man wearing demon leather armor wielding the whip of water. He was the creator of wonders and the birthplace of dreams... She hated it. Illusion arouses the deepest emotions in my heart. I doubt the authenticity of this emotion, but I am happy with it. I even want to hold it tightly in my arms, touch it, kiss it, tear it apart, and then tear it apart bit by bit. Restore it to its original state.

This is not a series of scenes. Everything happened in a very short period of time. The same illusion arouses different emotions in different hearts. Mu Xingqiu is the only one who is not affected. He sees nothing in his eyes and hears nothing in his ears. Smell, just keep raising and flicking the whip, through repeated movements, expanding the coverage of the illusion, firmly grasping the ethereal but uniform emotions of many ice kings.

Finally, he saw Bingkui's memory. What a pitiful memory. Most of it was endless darkness. There was only a clear portrait and a clear sentence - the fame that Mu Xingqiu had seen in Tuo Tao's mind. The mountain priest issued a brief and ruthless order: advance and kill.

Such a memory is smaller than the seeds of the Nebula Tree. Can destroying them destroy Bing Kui? Even though Mu Xingqiu had come this far, he still felt unbelievable.

Suddenly, he felt a force similar to the illusion but in the opposite direction coming, and the hidden Wangshan Taoist priest finally launched a counterattack.

Mu Xingqiu no longer hesitated. The whip of flowing water in his hand issued the command to destroy all memories, passing it on to every drop of water.

In an instant, those short-lived and small memories collapsed: Taoist Wangshan and his words were swallowed up by the darkness, not even a phantom or a note was left.

All Bing Kui's movements stopped. The swords, guns, swords and halberds made of ice were only a fraction of a second away from their targets. Some of them had even hit a living body, but they lost their fatal power in an instant. The Bingkui stopped. They came from the darkness and returned to the darkness. There, they did not need to maintain strange forms or feel confused and frightened, because they were the darkness itself.

A rare frost fog filled the entire War Demon Mountain.

The crystal water droplets disappeared, but Mu Xingqiu did not withdraw the illusion. He had been exposed to the demon illusion issued by the leader of the ice leader, and the battle continued.